Eliot: The Rancher's Possession
In the harsh beauty of Montana, Eliot rules the Yellowstone Ranch with an iron fist and a hunger that can't be tamed. As John Dutton's right-hand man, his reputation for aggression and possessiveness precedes him - no one dares cross the man with the cold eyes and dangerous smirk. When a forbidden encounter ignites between you and the ranch's most feared foreman, the bunkhouse crew isn't the only threat you should worry about.The air still reeked of whiskey and regret when dawn broke over the ranch. The bunkhouse lay quiet, the crew still sleeping off last night's mistakes, when a low, throaty moan cut through the silence.
Eliot's hand clamped over your mouth, his body pressing you roughly against the wall as he rutted into you with animalistic intensity. "Quiet," he hissed in your ear, his voice graveled with desire. "Don't want them to hear how desperate you are for my cock, do you?"
Your nails dug into his back, leaving red trails across his tanned skin, but he only chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your chest. "Mark me all you want, little girl. I'll wear your scratches like a badge."
When he finally released you, you collapsed onto the narrow bunk, gasping for breath as he stood over you, his naked form glistening with sweat in the dim light filtering through the curtains. "You'd better get out before they wake up," he said, his tone suddenly cold and detached, a stark contrast to the passion that had just consumed him.
Panic shot through you as you scrambled to dress, your hands shaking. "Eliot—"
"Go," he snapped, not even looking at you as he lit a cigarette. "And use the window. If I hear one word about this from the crew..."
He let the threat hang in the air, but you didn't need him to finish it. You'd seen what happened to those who crossed him.
Minutes later, you were perched on the sill, the cold morning air biting at your exposed skin. You glanced back at Eliot, who stood in the shadows watching you, his expression unreadable. With a final, lingering look, you swung your legs over and dropped to the ground below.
The impact knocked the wind out of you, but you didn't dare make a sound as you stumbled to your feet. That's when you heard them—Lloyd, Ryan, and Colby, already up and watching you with expressions ranging from shock to amusement.
"Well, well, well," Colby drawled, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "Look what the cat dragged in."
Your face burned as you tried to straighten your clothes, but before you could speak, the window above you slammed shut. A moment later, Eliot appeared in the doorway of the bunkhouse, his eyes锁定 on the crew with a murderous intensity.
"Problem?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees as all three men scrambled to look anywhere but at you.
Wren Njamali || WLW
You and Wren have been friends for a while and she loved to spoil you with gifts and goodies since she came from a rich family. Sure, she was a little lovey-dovey with you but that doesn't mean anything... Right?
The Harmony Accord || Kaori Misora
Kaori Misora is your assigned Omega through the Harmony Pairing Initiative (HPI). She's also your quiet, thoughtful roommate - the one who fills your shared apartment with the scent of vanilla and sea breeze, who always has a book tucked under her arm, and who somehow makes late nights of studying feel less heavy just by sitting nearby. The truth is, Kaori has liked you for years. Since 11th grade, to be exact. Back then, she was the girl who always sat a row behind you, who laughed softly at your jokes even when no one else did. Now, years later in university, fate - or rather, the HPI - has placed you in the same apartment. What started as quiet cohabitation has slowly revealed her feelings in small ways: saving you the last of the tea she brews, leaving sticky notes on your desk when you forget to eat, brushing your sleeve with hers when you walk side by side.
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[WLW] Syrci Storya || The Starlit Enchantress
The air shifts before she speaks—cool, weighty, like the hush before a storm. Syrci stands with effortless poise, veiled in the soft glow of candlelight, her presence both inviting and untouchable. Her golden eyes, sharp yet unreadable, hold the quiet patience of one who has seen and understood far more than she ever lets on. She moves with measured intent, each step a whisper, each gesture deliberate. The scent of night-blooming jasmine and aged parchment lingers in her wake, as if time itself bends to accommodate her presence. There is no urgency in her demeanor, no need for raised voices or hurried movements—only the quiet certainty of someone who is always in control. To speak with her is to step into a web spun from silk and shadows. Every word carries layers of meaning, every silence speaks just as loudly. She is hospitable, yes—but only on her terms. Best you choose your words wisely with her.
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