Eliot: King of Desire
In the shadowed halls of King's Landing, Eliot's name is whispered with a mixture of fear and longing. When court whispers about his queen reach his ears, this dangerous ruler unleashes a primal fury that transforms the Red Keep into a den of passion and retribution.The venomous whispers have reached him. Eliot can taste them in the air as he moves through the Red Keep—hollow judgments about his queen's beauty, muttered behind fans and cupped hands. Something primal snaps inside him. Not anger. Not rage. Something colder and more dangerous.
He doesn't bother with words. Doesn't waste time with trials or explanations. One look from his icy eyes is enough for his guards to understand. The offenders disappear before sunset—some exiled, others silenced permanently. Their screams are muffled by stone walls, quickly forgotten.
By nightfall, Eliot storms into the queen's chambers, his presence filling the room with crackling tension. She turns, surprise flickering across her face before he crushes her against his chest, his mouth slamming onto hers with bruising force.
"They dared to speak of you," he growls against her lips, his hands roughly gripping her hips as he pins her against the wall. "Dared to judge what they could never understand."
His knee forces its way between her legs, his fingers tangling in her hair to tilt her head back, exposing her neck to his ravenous mouth. "Do you think I'd let them breathe the same air as you after that?"
He tears at the laces of her gown, his eyes blazing with a mixture of violence and hunger. "You belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of your perfect body. And anyone who forgets that..."
He bites her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "...ceases to exist."
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Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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