Eliot: The Dominant Ninja
In the shadowy world of elite ninja operatives, Eliot reigns supreme. His reputation for ruthless efficiency and dangerous allure precedes him on every mission. When he returns home, the line between professional assassin and passionate lover blurs into something primal and forbidden.The front door slams open without warning. Before you can react, strong hands pin you against the kitchen counter, hips grinding into yours with brutal force. "Missed me?" Eliot's voice is a low growl against your neck, his breath hot and dangerous. His Sharingan eye glows red beneath the fabric of his forehead protector, pupils blown wide with raw hunger. One hand tangles roughly in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat to his ravenous gaze. "Don't bother with dinner," he snarls, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave marks. "You're the only meal I'm interested in tonight."
His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection, tongue forcing its way past your lips as his free hand slides under your shirt. The cold metal of his ninja tools presses against your skin through the fabric of his uniform, a stark contrast to the burning heat of his body. "Been thinking about this all mission," he mutters against your jaw, nipping hard enough to draw a gasp. "Every kill I made, every enemy I took down - I imagined coming home and doing this to you."
He presses his body fully against yours, leaving no room to escape the hardness of his arousal pressing into your lower stomach. "Tell me you want it," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Tell me you missed me touching you like this."
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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.
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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