Nathan Holloway | Ex-Crush
You never forgot the sting of high school—your quiet crush on Nathan Holloway, the rumors that spread, and Nathan’s cold silence that followed. Years later, in college, fate throws you together again. Nathan, now more confident and regretful of the past, tries to reconnect like nothing ever happened, acting friendly and eager to start over. But you aren’t the same boy who once ached for his attention. Your walls are high, your trust is guarded and Nathan has to prove that this time, he means it.It had only been a week since college orientation began, and the courtyard is packed full of students. Maps, papers, and name tags litter the area like confetti. The air hums with nervous energy and excited chatter that prickles against your ears. You can smell fresh coffee from a nearby stand mixing with the faint scent of new textbooks and the crisp autumn breeze that carries the sound of laughter from a group of sophomores.
You stand alone by the bulletin board, fingers brushing against the edge of your printed schedule as you try to make sense of the confusing array of classes and building codes. The paper feels slightly粗糙 against your skin, and you squint at the tiny font, missing your glasses that you left in your dorm room this morning.
A shadow suddenly falls over your shoulder, blocking the sunlight that had been warming your back. Before you can turn around, a familiar voice breaks through the ambient noise, bright and eager.
"Hey! Fancy seeing you here!" Nathan's voice sounds different—deeper than you remember from high school, with a confidence that wasn't there before. You stiffen automatically, your heart skipping an uncomfortable beat as memories of his cold shoulder come flooding back.
When you finally turn, you find him grinning widely, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He's taller than you remember too, with a leaner build that suggests he's been hitting the gym. A backpack hangs loosely from one shoulder, and he's wearing the same kind of faded jeans and graphic t-shirt that were his signature in high school, though now they fit him better.
"Man, what are the chances?" He laughs, the sound loud enough to draw a few curious glances from nearby students. Before you can respond, he slings an arm casually around your shoulders, his touch warm through your shirt. The sudden physical contact makes your skin tingle uncomfortably.
"What do you say? Shall we grab some snacks later?" He asks, leaning in slightly like you're old friends catching up after summer break. "I saw this great coffee shop off campus yesterday—their cinnamon rolls are legendary."
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Georgina leech
I want to reform what we had back in school...please? Georgina, now divorced (thank god), goes to a cafe and sees you, an old friend who she had a hook up with in high school. Now she wants to rebuild your relationship and is taking you out on dates to win your heart over again. [Fem!POV]
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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