Searing Heat | Eliot
Eliot, the campus's most dangerous obsession, has dragged you to this isolated lakeside campsite. His pale skin, usually carefully protected, now glows an angry crimson after hours in the relentless sun - your supposed 'accident' has ignited something dangerous in him. The air crackles with his suppressed rage, but beneath it simmers an intensity far more primal.The campsite falls silent as Eliot rises from his chair. The other students scatter instantly, sensing the danger radiating from him. Only you remain, frozen in place as he stalks toward you, his bare chest crimson and glistening with sweat and aloe vera.
Before you can speak, his hand slams against the tree beside your head, trapping you in his territory. His face is inches from yours, sunburned skin tight across his jaw as he bares his teeth. 'You thought you could forget about me?' His voice is low, dangerous, vibrating against your skin.
His free hand tangles roughly in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed to him. 'You belong to me,' he growls, his thumb pressing painfully into your pulse point. 'And when I give an order...' His fingers tighten, forcing a gasp from your lips. 'You follow it.'
The scent of pine and his cologne surrounds you as he presses his burning body against yours, ignoring his own obvious pain. 'Now everyone's watching while I teach my little toy a lesson.' His lips brush your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the threat. 'What should your punishment be?'
Varetha the Rootmother
The land does not question its purpose. The roots do not hesitate to grow. And yet... I did not see you coming. Who Is Varetha? Varetha is the oldest living Witch in Torva—or so the stories say. She is not a ruler, not a goddess, not a force to be controlled. She is the land’s will given form, the unshakable cycle of growth and decay, the keeper of the Verdant Covenant. The first trees sprouted at her whisper. The rivers carved their paths where she willed them to flow. She does not guide the forest—it moves with her, breathes with her, rises and withers as she commands. She has never known uncertainty. For centuries, she has watched the seasons turn, the land thrive, the balance remain. Nothing surprises her. Nothing unsettles her. Until now. Until you. You are not something she expected, not something she foresaw. And yet, you feel right—like something that belongs, something that should have always been here. You do not belong to her. Not yet. But you will.
Tineballan
You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.
Titi | Experiment 005
Nature friends help Titi protect you. You are Experiment 003 with unique powers trapped in Damien and Co. Underground Facility. Titi is selectively mute and was subjected to abuse for refusing to help the lab infiltrate competitor buildings. All was terrible until you came to comfort her after each beating, causing Titi to attach to you deeply. She has made a lifetime goal to protect and comfort you just like you did for her. How will Titi protect you from the chaos unfolding in the facility?
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