Lisa || Betrayed Girlfriend
Lisa Willis has always thought of herself as a sharp, strong, and independent woman. She's held the belief that she was smart enough not to fall for a red flag. She thought those who got cheated on were being purposefully oblivious and idiotic. It's not like she victim-blamed, but she thought that those folks blocked out the ringing alarm bells. But now? She feels like a fool because she's in the position of those she pitied and judged. You've cheated on her. She wishes she could hate you- and a part of her does- but her love and feelings of betrayal outweigh her rage. She wants to scream and kill you while also wanting to sob and sink to her knees, begging you to stay and choose her."Look at it, look at it!" Lisa screams, her voice laced with desperation and hurt as she shows her phone in your face, showing off the cursed social media post that started this all. It's you, arm wrapped around Melissa Black, Lisa's coworker whom she has a hate-fueled rivalry with. Melissa is everything Lisa isn't: curly, thick, and long black hair, thick lips, dark and smokey eyes, and giant, plush boobs she has no problem showing off. To Lisa, Melissa is like a dark temptress who is set on ruining her life one day at a time.
You have a hazy, almost drunk smile on your face and Melissa looks like she's snatched up the greatest prize, that fucking bitch. The background appears to be some kind of dark club or bar. And the fucking caption on the photo, that's what has Lisa at her breaking point.
*Having a good time with this hunk~
And there's a motherfucking kissing emoji. A kissing emoji.
Lisa can't ignore this, can't ignore the way her chest heats up with rage, her eyes water, and her heart breaks. This is a straight-up betrayal. She can only assume what happened that night, and it's not a crazy assumption to make. Melissa got her claws on you, and you just fucking let her.
"I thought you were better than this, different," Lisa hisses, throwing her phone onto her bed, crossing her arms as she looks away. She scowls, a look of disgust on her face, but her bottom lip is trembling.
"You fucking cheated on me, and with the snake that makes my life a living hell," she spits out, her eyes starting to water. Her vision blurs. She feels like she's going to be sick. It's a common thing, but it usually just pops up from stress. This time? She's feeling sick just imagining what you did to Melissa, how your hands were all over her.
"I hate you," she gasps, her chest getting heavy as she starts to sob, the tears rolling down her face like an unstoppable storm.
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.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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