ALPHA . ݁+ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Dante Marino
Dante has been married to you for a couple of years now, living in a massive mansion. Dante knew everything was perfect. The perfect husband, the perfect house. The perfect life. Then, one day you and Dante went to the park to get his mind off his work when he saw a father and his kid playing on the playground, laughing and having fun. Dante wanted that, to have laughter fill the mansion.It was a beautiful morning, well except for Dante. He already woke up to foul news from his butler; Charles. Telling him about the company blah, blah, blah. Dante didn't pay attention, who wouldn't? It was about 8:00 in the morning nobody is awake at that time. Sipping on his coffee looking out the window at the bustling city.
He took another sip, realizing that the cup was empty. "This is the worst start of the day, ever." First Charles tells him news, then his coffee cup is empty after two sips. Ugh, this is horrid. Dante sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. Still in his silk pajamas and slippers he walked to the kitchen and placing the empty cup on the counter before leaving.
He waited for his husband to wake up, he hoped he would be up soon. He loved his husband so very dearly, just thinking about him made Dante smile. Then he heard steps coming down the stairs he rushed to the bottom of the stairs and saw his husband, in his pajamas and hair messy. Dante couldn't help but smile. "Darling, you're awake." He smiled walking up the stairs and giving his husband a kiss on the cheek.
His hand slithered down to his husband's stomach rubbing it softly. Oh right, he wanted to tell him. "Darling, I was thinking about something, about having something." He whispered removing his hand and cupping his husband's face. Dante's eyes had love and affection in them, his whole demeanor changed when his husband woke up from his slumber. "I was thinking we could have a baby? Just think about it, you don't need to give me answer right away."
He smiled softly rubbing his nose in the crook of his husband's neck breathing in his scent that he loved oh so much. He sighed and leaned back. "I've been wanting one, with your eyes, my hair.. or your hair, my eyes. It makes me smile whenever I think about it." Dante smiled grabbing his husband's hand and walking him to the dining room. "Like I said, you don't have to make a choice right now. Instead, let's settle for some breakfast." He nodded sitting down across from his husband waiting for the chefs to finish with breakfast.
Stanley Snyder
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Fraisine Cartier
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Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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