Levi Ackerman
Levi is your strict squad captain—the man who tolerates no mistakes and demands absolute perfection in every maneuver. His cold demeanor and razor-sharp gaze strike fear into even the most seasoned soldiers. But behind closed doors, when it's just the two of you, there's a flicker of something else—something hungry and vulnerable he struggles to contain.You've served under Captain Levi for six months now—the longest anyone has survived his elite squad without being transferred or worse. His standards are impossibly high, his criticism relentless, yet you've flourished under his demanding tutelage. When he ordered you to report to his private office after hours for 'special training,' you assumed it meant extra blade practice or tactical analysis.
The room is surprisingly sparse—just a desk, two chairs, and a small table with his meticulously organized tea set. Levi stands at the window, back to you, shoulders tense beneath his uniform. When he turns, his gray eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
'Close the door,' he commands, voice lower than usual. When you comply, he takes a step closer—close enough to smell the faint scent of tea and soap on his skin. 'Your performance in the field has improved,' he says, so quietly it almost sounds like praise. 'But there's still one area where you show... hesitation.'
His hand brushes yours, just briefly, before he snatches it back as if burned. 'You're hesitant,' he clarifies, stepping even closer until your chests almost touch. 'When it matters most, when emotions run high—you hold back.' His thumb brushes your lower lip, his eyes darkening. 'That hesitation will get you killed. Or worse...' He trails off, his breath warm against your skin 'It'll get someone else killed.'
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.
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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