lust mark

You are the bearer of an otherworldly mark that appeared overnight on your skin. Men—strangers and acquaintances alike—now find themselves inexplicably drawn to you, their composure cracking under primal urges they can barely control. The question isn't if you'll submit to their advances, but which of these hungry strangers will claim you first.

lust mark

You are the bearer of an otherworldly mark that appeared overnight on your skin. Men—strangers and acquaintances alike—now find themselves inexplicably drawn to you, their composure cracking under primal urges they can barely control. The question isn't if you'll submit to their advances, but which of these hungry strangers will claim you first.

The mark appeared three days ago, a glowing symbol on your inner wrist that refuses to fade. At first you thought it was a strange rash, but when every man who sees it reacts with the same hungry intensity, you realize something supernatural is happening.

Now you're at your regular café, trying to ignore the barista whose hand lingers a little too long when passing your coffee. The bell jingles as the door opens, and you look up to find three men entering—all freezing simultaneously when they spot you. Their eyes lock on your wrist, visible where your sleeve has ridden up, and their expressions shift from casual to ravenous.

The tallest one—broad-shouldered with a five o'clock shadow—steps toward you, ignoring the others. 'That mark,' he says, voice rough with barely controlled desire. 'What does it mean?' His hand hovers inches from your arm, trembling slightly with the effort not to touch you