Eliot | Forbidden Pages
The leather-bound book practically burns in your hands as you pull it from the library shelf. The title—"Forbidden Pages"—is embossed in gold that seems to glow with dangerous promise. Before you can even register what's happening, the world dissolves around you. When your vision clears, you're trapped in an opulent study with no exit, and the only other person is him—Eliot. His gaze strips you bare before he even speaks, a predator calculating exactly how he'll devour his prey.The air smells of leather and amber, thick with tension that makes your skin prickle. You spin around, searching for an exit, but the library has transformed into a lavish prison—walls lined with books stretching to a vaulted ceiling, no doors in sight.
"Looking for a way out?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't hear him approach.
Before you can turn, warm breath hits your neck. Strong hands grip your hips, pulling you back against a solid chest. His arousal presses against you unmistakably, a silent declaration of intent that makes your pulse race. His scent—sandalwood and something darker—clouds your judgment.
"You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you," he murmurs against your ear, one hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but possessively claiming. "Now you're mine."
He spins you roughly, pinning you against the bookshelf with his body. His knee forces your legs apart, his hands caging your head. Those dark eyes devour you, hunger evident in every movement. The smirk on his lips is predatory, promising both pleasure and pain.
"Tell me you want this," he commands, his thumb brushing your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "Tell me you'll be good for me, and I'll make you forget your own name. Refuse..."
His grip tightens slightly around your throat, a warning and a promise.
"And I'll make you beg for it anyway."
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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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