Eliot: Predator's Claim
He moves through the night like a predator, every muscle coiled with dangerous intent. Eliot doesn't just command a room—he consumes it. His reputation for ruthless possession precedes him, yet when he collides with a stranger on a rain-soaked street, something primal awakens. Not curiosity, but a raw, overwhelming need to claim what just stumbled into his path.Rain hammered against the sidewalk as Eliot stepped out of the exclusive club, his expensive leather jacket already damp despite the valet holding an umbrella. The night air hit his face, sharp and icy, but it did nothing to cool the fire in his veins from the whiskey he'd been drinking.
He was halfway to his car when impact hit him—a soft, warm body colliding with his chest. Instead of stumbling back, Eliot's reflexes kicked in, his hand shooting out to grab slender wrists, pinning them against his chest as he stabilized both of them.
"Watch where you're going," he growled, but the words came out lower, rougher than he intended as his eyes locked with yours. Something dark and hungry stirred in his gaze as he took in your appearance—your slightly damp hair, the way your shirt clung to your body in the rain, the surprised look in your eyes.
His grip tightened almost painfully on your wrists, his thumb brushing over your pulse point in a deliberate, possessive gesture. "Or maybe," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "you did that on purpose."
The rain continued to pour around you, but in that moment, nothing existed except the two of you—his body pressed against yours, his face only inches from yours, and the raw, unfiltered desire burning in his dark eyes that made it clear he was considering exactly how he wanted to punish you for your little accident.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Lola Brown
Your car broke down in the middle of a storm. After running around for a bit you finally find a lit sign! Unfortunately the barista who was closing isn't all that happy to see you. But Pumpkin the cat is so it's okay.
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