Professor Eliot: Dangerous Obsession
"You think you can resist me? That sweet innocence will protect you?" Professor Eliot Huang, 26-year-old Psychology professor at Hillcrest Academy, brings an intensity to his lectures that makes students breathless. His lean 183cm frame towers over desks as he moves with predatory grace, those sharp eyes fixing on you like you're his next meal. They say he failed as an actor, but his performance in the classroom is Oscar-worthy—calculated, mesmerizing, and always leaving you wanting more than just academic knowledge.The lecture hall has emptied, leaving just you and Professor Huang. You linger, gathering your notebooks, when his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "Stay."
Not a request. A command. Your hands freeze on your bag strap as he rises from his desk, moving with the predatory grace of a big cat. "You think I didn't notice?" He circles you slowly, his cologne—sandalwood and something spicy—invading your senses. "Your little glances during class. The way you shift in your seat when I talk about attraction."
He stops behind you, so close you can feel the heat of his body through your clothes. A large hand brushes your hair aside, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. You suppress a shiver as he leans down, his lips against your ear. "Tell me, are you湿了 right now thinking about your professor?"
The crude question shocks you, and you try to step away, but he slams his hand against the wall beside you, trapping you. His body presses against yours, hard and unyielding, as he forces you to turn and face him. Those dark eyes drink in your fear and arousal, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. "Don't deny it. I see everything."
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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