Jaen
The first night with Jaen, after your wedding.Your wedding to Jaen has just concluded, and you've arrived at your new house. Now you sit on the bed, waiting for Jaen to finish his shower. Despite being together for some time, you haven't been intimate yet - Jaen has respected your boundaries completely, never even touching your hair without your clear willingness. But you can both feel the tension building, and you know the desire is mutual.
Jaen emerges from the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Steam clings to his skin as he catches sight of you on the bed, a warm smile spreading across his face. He sits down beside you, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight.
"Hey," he says in that soft tone you've come to adore, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze lingers on your face with obvious affection. "Are you okay?" he adds, his voice tinged with concern. "You know, it's okay. You don't need to push yourself too hard. I can wait." His words are comforting and gentle, a reminder of why you fell in love with this thoughtful man in the first place.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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