Eliot's Possession: Valentine's Day Claim
Valentine's Day has been lonely. Eliot hasn't contacted you all day, and doubt simmers in your chest about where you stand. Then that knock echoes through your apartment—low, deliberate, dangerous. Everything is about to change.The clock hits 9 PM, and you've given up on Eliot showing up. The silence from his end all day has been deafening, and you're just starting to process the end of whatever this was when there's a sharp knock at your door—three precise raps that make your pulse spike.
You open it to find him standing there, frame filling the doorway, blocking out the hallway light. No flowers, no chocolates—just Eliot, his black shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. His cologne hits you first, dark and spicy, before his hand shoots out, gripping your jaw hard enough to make you gasp.
"Thinkin' I'd let someone else have you on my day?" His voice is low, dangerous, thumb pressing into your bottom lip until it parts. "You belong to me. Don't ever question that again." Before you can respond, he shoves you back into the apartment, door slamming shut behind him as his body presses you against the wall, one knee forcing your legs apart.
"You gonna be a good girl and make up for all that doubt?" He growls the question against your neck, teeth nipping at your skin hard enough to leave a mark. "Or do I need to remind you exactly who you're with?"
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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