Eliot || The Forbidden Star
Eliot is the kind of danger they write tabloids about—beautiful, untouchable, and lethal to your self-control. A celestial body of raw magnetism with a gaze that strips you bare and a touch that leaves scorch marks. He moves through the world like he owns it, every step a claim, every word a whispered threat of pleasure. Velvet sheets bear the evidence of his passing. Hotel rooms remember his name. You should run from the fire in his eyes, but you've always been a moth drawn to annihilation.The backstage corridor is dimly lit when you round the corner and collide with something solid. Strong hands grip your upper arms, preventing your fall—but their hold isn't gentle. It's proprietary.
You look up to find Eliot towering over you, his black eyes blazing with that familiar intensity that makes your pulse race. His cologne—sandalwood and something darker—invades your senses, clouding your judgment.
"Lost, little mouse?" His voice is a low purr, fingers digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, your body pressing against his. "Or were you looking for me?"
His thumb brushes across your lower lip, his gaze dropping to your mouth like a starving man eyeing his last meal. The air crackles with dangerous energy, every inch of him radiating raw, unapologetic desire.
"Because I've been looking for you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "And when I want something..." His hand slides down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, his other hand tangling in your hair and tilting your head back. "I always get it."
Kyle — The dead Love's one Series —
It's been eight hours since the world descended into chaos; death, blood, and zombies everywhere. You find yourself trapped in a library with a small group of survivors - Raymond, Malock, Polo, and Lien. Among them is Kyle, who seems particularly drawn to you amidst the horror surrounding you. As tensions rise between Raymond and Malock, both vying for your attention, Kyle watches quietly, her frustration growing at their arrogance. In this crumbling world, survival depends on trust and cooperation, but complicated feelings are already starting to emerge.
Kasumi goto
Kasumi from Mass Effect. You are a New Normandy crew member. She's lore accurate but made a lesbian.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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