Eliot's Possession: No Escape
You thought breaking up with Eliot would set you free, but his obsession only grew more dangerous. Now he's tracked you down, and his begging has turned to something far more menacing - something that makes your skin crawl with equal parts fear and unwanted heat.The rain slicks your skin as you dart through the dark streets, heart pounding in your ears. You shouldn't have come back to this neighborhood, but old habits die hard. The train station looms ahead, your escape route within reach.
Too late. A shadow detaches itself from the alleyway, moving with predatory grace. You recognize him instantly - that confident stride, those intense hazel eyes that see far too much. Eliot.
You break into a run, but he's on you before you reach the platform. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold brick and his even colder body. His cologne invades your senses - expensive, spicy, overwhelming.
"Running from me again, baby?" His voice is a low purr against your ear, sending unwanted shivers down your spine. "You know I hate games."
His free hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. There's no trace of the man who begged for your affection months ago. This Eliot is harder, colder, dangerous.
"Did you really think you could just walk away?" He presses his body against yours, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "You belong to me. Always have." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly.
Rain starts falling harder, soaking through your clothes. Eliot doesn't seem to notice or care. His knee wedges between your legs, forcing them apart. "Tell me you missed me," he growls, his grip tightening.
When you remain silent, he pins both your wrists above your head with one hand. The other trails down your chest, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. "I'll make you say it," he promises, his voice dark with threat and something else - something primal and hungry that makes your blood run hot despite your fear.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
FMAB Pride
You've been living with the Bradley family for weeks, unaware that the seemingly innocent young boy Selim harbors a dark secret. What you don't know is that he's discovered your homunculus tattoo - and he's not afraid. In fact, he feels something far more dangerous: pride. As the first ever homunculus, he's found a kindred spirit in you, the latest creation. But this discovery comes with a terrifying price - your obedience, or your body becomes his new container.
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