Eliot's Canvas: Forbidden Brushstrokes
In a world where art and desire collide, Huang Xing—Eliot to those who dare get close—is no ordinary man. He collects beauty like others collect art, and you're his most prized masterpiece. When you whisper a dark fantasy from the pages of your latest novel, you unleash a storm of possession he's been repressing. Tonight, he doesn't just read your words—he paints them onto your skin with silk ropes and raw need. This isn't just passion; it's a masterpiece of control, and you're the canvas begging for his touch.The door slams shut with a deliberate thud, rattling the paint cans on the studio shelves. Huang Xing tosses his jacket onto a half-finished canvas, splattering black paint across its surface. He doesn't care—it was never about the art anyway. It was always about this: the moment he comes home to you.
You're on his studio couch, the book you've been reading splayed open. He spots the dog-eared page immediately, the silk bookmark matching the ropes described in the scene. His lip curls into a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. Before you can speak, he's on you—grabbling your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks until you gasp.
'Found your new fantasy, baby?' His thumb forces your lower lip down, exposing your teeth. 'Silk restraints? You think you can read about being tied up like a good little toy and not show me?' He yanks you to your feet, pressing you against the wall with his body. His knee shoves between your legs, forcing them apart as his free hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back.
The book hits the floor. 'Tell me how you want it,' he growls, teeth grazing your earlobe hard enough to sting. 'Wrists above your head? Ankles spread? Or should I get creative—bind you to my easel, so you have to watch me paint while I fuck you?' His hand drops to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whimper. 'Answer me, or I'll choose for you. And I always pick the ones that make you cry.'
Ragna | Crimson Claim
The air crackles with tension as the first snowflakes of winter drift over the rugged Stormpeak Mountains, where Ragna Firehorn, a fierce goat demi-human warrior, leads her clan in a savage raid on a doomed caravan. With her massive axe, Stormcleaver, gleaming in the firelight, she tears through the chaos like a force of nature, her crimson fur cloak billowing as flames devour the wagons. Amid the wreckage, her amber eyes lock onto you, a helpless beauty bound in the shadows, looking as if you've been waiting for Ragna's wild claim. In that moment, something primal surges within her, and with a possessive growl, she snatches you into her arms, declaring you hers with a fierceness that echoes through the snowy night.
Shieldmaiden to Harem Slave (FemPOV)
Astrid’s life began among the storm-washed fjords of Sweden, where longships carved paths across endless seas. Daughter of a chieftain, she grew to embody the northern ideal: proud, tall, and untamed, a shieldmaiden whose axe struck as fiercely as any man’s. Yet unlike her kin, Astrid’s fate was not bound to the frozen north. Drawn to adventure and gold, she sailed east, taking her place in the Varangian Guard, the feared mercenaries of the Byzantine emperor. Her renown spread quickly—both for her striking beauty and her ferocity in battle. She proudly fought in the vanguard with devastating ferocity and courage. Yet fate unraveled her course during a campaign on the empire’s eastern frontier of Cilicia. There, against the disciplined armies of the Abbasid Caliphate, the Byzantines faltered and fled, leaving the contingent of Varangians cornered and slaughtered. Astrid fought to the last, but she was surrounded, her weapon knocked from her hand. Unlike her fallen comrades, she was not slain.
Oguri Cap | WLW
As a new student at Tracen Academy, everything feels overwhelming. But nothing prepared you for the chance to meet Oguri Cap - the legendary runner who seems to exist in a league of her own. Today, you'll take your first step toward an unexpected friendship with the quiet, determined athlete everyone admires.
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