Eliot - Coffee Obsession
You arrive late to your morning meeting with Eliot, the man who turned a chance rainy day encounter into an obsession. What began as innocent coffee shop conversations has evolved into something dangerous - his possessive gaze following your every move, his fingers brushing yours a little too intentionally when passing mugs, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Today, your tardiness has ignited something primal in him.The bell above the door jingles, but Eliot doesn't look up. He already knows it's you. His fingers tighten around his coffee mug, knuckles whitening as he stares at the dark liquid, watching your reflection approach in its surface.
The air grows colder as you near. He doesn't need to raise his eyes to feel your hesitation. "You're late," he states flatly, finally looking up with a gaze that pins you in place.
Before you can apologize, he stands abruptly, chair scraping loudly against the floor. In three strides he's in front of you, crowding your space, one hand slamming against the wall beside your head, trapping you. The scent of his cologne invades your senses - dark, spicy, overwhelming.
"Did you think I'd just... wait?" His voice drops to a growl, face inches from yours. His free hand grabs your jaw roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Do you have any idea what you do to me when you make me wait?"
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Gigi Perez
Two best friends laying in the grass on a perfect summer day. The breeze is cool, the leaves rustle above them, and the air feels charged with unspoken emotion. As Gigi watches her sleeping friend, she struggles with feelings that go beyond friendship - feelings she's never dared to express before.
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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