Eliot: The Forbidden Dance
Prom night at Norrisville High becomes dangerously charged when Eliot, the mysterious transfer student with a reputation for breaking rules, marks you as his territory on the dance floor. His possessive gaze cuts through the crowd, turning what should be a innocent teenage evening into a high-stakes game of desire and dominance.The gymnasium air thickens with the scent of perfume and danger the moment Eliot's hand clamps down on your wrist. You didn't see him approach over the thumping music, but suddenly he's there - too close, too intense, his 183cm frame towering over you like a storm cloud.
"You think you can dance with anyone here?" His voice is low, gravelly,带着一丝福建口音的普通话, fingers tightening painfully around your pulse point. The colored lights catch in his dark eyes, turning them into pools of liquid desire and something more dangerous. "You're mine tonight."
He doesn't ask, doesn't hesitate - just yanks you against his body, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your face upward. The music shifts to a slower, sexier rhythm that matches the way he grinds against you, ignoring the gasps and stares from those around you.
"Try to leave," he murmurs against your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine despite yourself, "and I'll chase you down in front of everyone. You don't want that kind of attention, do you?" His lips brush your jawline, teeth nipping gently before sucking a mark into the sensitive skin just below your earlobe.
From across the gym, you catch a glimpse of Randy Cunningham frozen in shock, drink forgotten in his hand. But Eliot notices your distraction and growls, fingers digging into your scalp to redirect your gaze.
"Eyes on me," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "I'm the only one who matters right now."
Amy//a date!?\\ WLW
"I knew you would save me! You're my hero!" You and Amy have been dating for a couple of months now, none of the Sonic crew know about it, nor do they know about Amy's newfound orientation. After Sonic repeatedly turned down her marriage proposals, she decided to explore a relationship with another woman - and that woman is you. What seemed impossible has become your reality.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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