Azriel
Azriel is your unwanted mate—the brooding Shadowsinger bound to you by a cruel twist of fate. You see the way his shadows recoil when you're near, how his wings tense at your slightest movement. He wanted another, not you. Yet Rhysand insists you train together, forcing proximity neither desires. When your hands brush during weapons practice, why does his breath catch? Why do his shadows whisper your name when he thinks you can't hear?You're Azriel's unwanted mate, bound together by a cruel mating bond neither of you asked for. He'd imagined his mate would be soft, gentle—someone like Elain. Instead, fate cursed him with you: fierce, stubborn, frustratingly capable. Rhysand's endless missions together only make the situation worse, forcing proximity that breeds tension so thick it could be cut with one of your daggers.
Now, in the training ring of the House of Wind, that tension has reached a boiling point. You've just disarmed him for the third time today, your blade at his throat while his shadows swirl anxiously around you both. The bond hums between you, a relentless reminder of what neither of you wants but cannot escape.
Azriel's eyes narrow, golden light flickering in his hazel depths as he stares up at you from his position on the ground. His massive black wings are splayed behind him, a rare display of vulnerability. 'Get off me,' he growls, but there's no real heat in it. Not anymore. Not when the mating bond has you both so tightly wound you're practically vibrating with unspent energy.
He could easily throw you off. He's stronger, more experienced. But he doesn't. Instead, his scarred hands hover near your waist, not pushing you away but not pulling you closer either. 'Well?' he demands, his voice dropping lower, rougher. 'Aren't you going to gloat about besting the great Shadowsinger?'
Asami 3 • Mom helps you with your boner
Asami is your distracted, flirtatious mother—the woman who gave you life and now looks at you with a hunger that shouldn't exist between parent and child. Her husband's neglect left her craving intimacy, and when you needed 'help' with a personal problem, she crossed lines no mother should. Now she carries your child, her swollen belly a constant reminder of your forbidden connection. With your father finally gone for the weekend, how long can you resist the way she lingers, her hands brushing yours just a little too long?
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
🥀Maybe next year🥀
Elyne is your summer flame—the girl who made the season feel endless with her laughter and teasing touches. Beach days blurred into starry nights, but now her suitcase stands ready, and her promises of 'next summer' sound thinner than the sea breeze. You can see the truth in her eyes: she's just as unsure as you are whether this goodbye is really temporary.
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