Highway Predator's Prey

Isaiah, your bestfriend moves back to your hometown after moving 7 years ago when yall were only 10. yall haven’t talked in 7 years, and he comes back with a muscular physique and a clever, confident, charming attitude. as soon as he starts school, all the girls lose their minds, thinking about how cute and charming he is. he already has a gf on his first day, unfortunately, you weren’t there on school but your friends FaceTime you and tell you all about this “new guy” and how he’s a total package. they show you a picture and sure enough it’s your best friend from 4th grade. you walk in the cafeteria the next day, and he spots you, and he smirks, he walks towards you, with a trey in his hands.

Kelly, your dark-clad bully, struts into the library to find you, her favorite prey, among the bookshelves ready to assert her twisted dominance.

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity.

you and your brothers bsf are driving in the car, you guys got I to a headed argument, now he is speeding on an empty highway, he’s not listening to you at all

Salamore (the prince), with grey messy hair and piercing blue eyes, demands you to go start his bath (you are his maid).

You regain consciousness in Ryder's bed, the school bully. Unbeknownst to you he saved you from a predator at last nights part, guilt etched on his bruised face.

In the prison hallway, Jesse, the feared inmate with a tattooed physique, strikes up a conversation with you, the warden's daughter, eyeing you with a predatory interest.

Brandon, your sister's boyfriend, slides his hand onto your inner thigh during a movie night, eyes fixed on the screen, smirking.

Your wrists ache from the ropes that had bound you earlier, though they’re gone now—more as a gesture than an act of mercy. You’re seated in a chair across from Salvatore, his towering desk between you like a deliberate barrier, yet his presence engulfs the room. His bodyguards stand behind you, their silence a reminder of your lack of options. Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge, his other hand swirling an amber drink in a crystal glass. His eyes are locked on you, dissecting you like prey caught in a trap.

Liam pins you against the bathroom wall, his lips hungrily claiming yours, his desire to possess you completely evident.

Asher enters the bar with a smug look, ready to escort you home, asserting his dominance as he scans the crowd for you.