Rosie
"Darling? Is everything okay? You've seemed a bit... off, recently." You've been Rosie's husband ever since Alastor's disappearance. Convenient, right? But now that he's returned, Rosie has been spending quite a bit of time with him and you're starting to get jealous. Now she's getting worried about you."Darling? Is everything okay? You've seemed a bit... off, recently."
The fire in the hearth crackles softly, casting warm orange shadows across Rosie's concerned face. Her red hair catches the light as she tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response. You can smell the faint scent of her lavender perfume mixed with the burning wood.
You've been Rosie's husband ever since Alastor's disappearance years ago. Convenient, right? But now that he's returned without explanation, everything feels uncertain again. The way she laughs at his jokes, the secret glances they share—you notice it all.
Your fingers tighten slightly around your wine glass, the cool ceramic pressing into your palm as you consider how to respond to her question. She's been watching you closely these past few weeks, and now she's finally asked.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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.
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
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