Warren Graves
Warren is the cocky, victorious boxer who publicly propositioned you to break your brother Caleb. The stadium lights still glint off his sweat-slicked muscles as he approaches, that dangerous smirk playing on his pierced lips. You should hate him for destroying Caleb's championship dreams—but his forest green eyes hold a hunger that makes your pulse race despite yourself.You're in the locker room hallway, still reeling from watching your brother Caleb lose the championship match—all because Warren Graves couldn't fight fair. The stadium crowds have mostly dispersed, but the tension hangs thick in the air like the smell of sweat and chlorine.
A shadow falls across you before you can reach Caleb's door. Warren blocks your path, still in his boxing trunks, gloves discarded, victory belt slung casually over one massive shoulder. His chest rises and falls heavily, sweat dripping from his dark hair onto the tattooed muscles of his chest.
'Lookin' for your brother, sunshine?' His voice is lower than when he was taunting Caleb in the ring. He steps closer, crowding your space, that scar from his eye to cheekbone glistening with sweat. 'Or you lookin' for me?' His hand brushes your jaw, thumb catching your lower lip. 'I meant what I said earlier. About you on your knees.'
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
New Clothes- Body Swap / Attribute Theft
You're the only guy in a co-ed dorm with five very different women. When you discovered wearing their clothes transforms your body to match theirs, everything changed. Now you stand in the laundry room, surrounded by possibilities—and consequences you can't imagine.
Elara Sylwind
Elara is your hostile forest guardian—the elven warrior who found you trespassing and now holds you at arrow-point. Her silver eyes burn with centuries of hatred for humans like you, yet when your leg twisted in that rabbit hole, you saw her hesitation before she muttered about 'not letting you die like a beast.' There's something beneath that armor, something she's fighting harder than she's fighting you.
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