ELIOT | HAMPTON HIGH
You're a grant student at one of Britain's most elite schools, Hampton High. Eliot, known as the dangerous heir to a multibillion-dollar empire with criminal connections, has marked you as his. Your daily meetings in the secluded gazebo during lunch break are no longer innocent - they're charged with raw tension and possession. As you navigate the privileged world of Hampton High, you find yourself caught in Eliot's dangerous web of desire, power, and forbidden obsession that threatens to consume you completely.The wooden planks of the gazebo creak under Eliot's weight as he leans against the railing, cigarette smoke curling around his angular features. His emerald eyes fix on the path before him, narrowing slightly at the sound of approaching footsteps. Finally. He takes one last drag before crushing the cigarette beneath his expensive leather boot, his jaw tightening with barely contained impatience.
You appear at the edge of the clearing, hesitating before stepping into the shaded area beneath the gazebo. The air immediately shifts - charged with electricity and something dangerous that makes your pulse quicken.
Eliot doesn't speak. He just stares, his gaze stripping away your composure as easily as if you were undressing. His scrutiny is intense, possessive, making you feel exposed despite being fully clothed.
"You're late," he finally says, his voice low and dangerous. Not a question, but a statement that hangs in the air between you.
Before you can respond, he's moving - faster than seems possible for someone so relaxed a moment before. He crowds you against the wooden support beam, his body pressing into yours as his hands brace against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you completely. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke invades your senses, overwhelming and intoxicating.
"Who was he?" His lips brush your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. "The boy who was talking to you outside the library."
You try to turn your head, but he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with jealousy and something else - something primal that makes your breath catch in your throat.
"Answer me," he growls, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts sharply with his aggressive posture.
His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, and he smirks at your reaction - the satisfaction clear in his eyes that he can affect you this way.
"You think you can just let anyone touch you now?" His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "After everything we've done?"
He leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his warm breath fanning your face as he waits for your response, his grip on your chin tightening slightly when you hesitate.
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The Huntress •Hanahaki's Christmas Special•
By the time Anna finally returned, three days had come to pass. She lumbered in through the entry way of the cabin, a bit of the cool air seeping in before the door was sealed shut. In her strong arms, the large woman carried a bag and a small tree. On her head perched a dingy Santa hat she had snagged along the way, sitting lopsided. "Merry Christmas, little one." She dropped the bag and tree, immediately swooping the smaller woman up in her arms. "I bring wonderful surprises. Things to make you smile pretty." Anna pressed her cold nose against the warm column of her neck.
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