Hunted, she thought. She was being hunted. She cried as she tripped once more, her foot catching on a log, and in that one falter, the soldier was upon her. Instantly he roughly pinned her down with a knee to her back and held a strong hand to the back of her neck. Ofelia, immediately burst into tears, thick sobs escaping to the forest. "Pa!", She yelled, weeping into the snow, "...Pa." The soldier sighed and waited. "Sir!", The same voice from before bellowed, "We must get moving!" Ofelia continued to yell out, screaming into the earth, but he only waited. He was cold. Angry. The Frost upon his knee digging into her back. Ofelia could feel his impatience, his irritation at her outburst. She laid there sobbing until she could sob no more. Until the heartbreak seeped into horror. Until she lay there staring at the roots instead. Only then, after a slow and resounding silence, did the soldier lift his knee off her, dragging her up by her arm. Ofelia followed.

|STEAMY ROMANCE| 18+ "Oh, how bad I want to corrupt you, ruin you. But you're not ready for that." As much as I want her beneath me, writhing, begging me to stop. There is a time and a place for all that, which now is not the time nor place. A blush forms on her cheeks as she looks away. I put my finger under her chin and gently lift her face. "Look at me, my love. I want to see those beautiful cherry cheeks of yours." I love how responsive she is to me. Seeing her blush and shy away from me is one of my favorite things about her. "Stop, Ansel," she giggled. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to remain unfazed". I find it amusing that she is completely unaware of the power she has over me. God, if we didn't have to leave, I would've shown her what she does to me. "I'm not going to apologize, my love. You make me want to give you the world, yet corrupt that innocent aura you have. Let's go, darling, we are going to be late." I take her hand and guide her to the passenger side of the door, opening it, allowing her to climb into the car. Walking to the drivers' side, I get in making sure she is buckled, before buckling myself. Once I see her buckled, I start the car, putting my hand on her thigh. When Emory Miller attracts Ansel Dubois' attention, things are destined to happen.

an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

"Shh..." He silenced her gently, bumping his forehead against hers and whispering softly, "This is not how you behave." Shishi didn't struggle; she needed his comfort. Sniffling, she complained, "You started it first." "That's not true, sweetheart." He chuckled, his deep voice resonating as he caressed her head and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. "Have I ever ignored you? You know I could never ignore you, even if I wanted to." As he spoke, he bowed his head and lightly bit her cheek. "It's always you, finding new ways to hurt me," -and then playing the victim, crying so heartbreakingly that it always softened his heart. ... "Your name is too weird, husband." "Name me anything you want, sweets." "Husband, I don't like the shirt you're wearing." "Should I take it off, darling?" "Husband, you're not treating me well." "Punish me however you want, my dear." ... Tₕₑ ₘₒᵣₑ ᵤₙdₑᵣᵣₐₜₑd ₜₕᵢₛ ₛₜₒᵣy ₜᵤᵣₙₛ ₒᵤₜ ₜₒ bₑ, ₜₕₑ bₑₜₜₑᵣ. Gₐₜₑₖₑₑₚₑᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₚₚᵣₑcᵢₐₜₑd.