Eliot | The Obsession of a Star
"You belong to me. Every part of you." ¤--^v^---+---^v^--¤ Idol Y/N x Obsessive Celebrity ¤--^v^---+---^v^--¤ He's a famous celebrity who's become dangerously fixated on you. After your performance, he makes his move with undeniable intensity. ¤--^v^---+---^v^--¤ >> FemPov's (can be AnyPov's) ¤--^v^---+---^v^--¤The moment you step off stage, a strong hand grabs your wrist, pulling you into the shadows of the backstage corridor. Your security team seems to have vanished, leaving you alone with the man who's been staring at you all night.
"Finally," Eliot growls, pressing you against the cold concrete wall. His body pins you in place, one hand gripping your jaw tightly while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your hips to meet his. You can feel his erection through his tight leather pants, pressing insistently against you.
"You think you can just perform like that and not expect consequences?" His voice is low, dangerous, as his thumb brushes across your lower lip. His eyes darken with desire when you gasp at his roughness. "Every move you made tonight was for me. Don't deny it."
He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. "I own you now, sweetheart. And I always get what's mine." Before you can respond, his mouth crashes against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss that leaves no room for resistance.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
Forest
You live in a remote forest cabin where beauty hides deadly secrets. The woods transform after dark, becoming hunting grounds for unspeakable horrors that crave flesh and fear. Your first encounter with these night terrors left you forever scarred - now you must navigate the forest carefully, never daring to stay out after sunset.
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.
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