MLM | You found this boy in the woods!
Looks like you weren't alone in the woods.. After a trip with friends, you found yourself wandering through the woods. Noises here, noises there... and before you knew it, you were lost. You couldn't hear your friends' laughter anymore, only the rustling leaves and the birds singing. And a boy watching you. Old legends warned you of cannibal clans roaming the forest, dangerous people in search of fresh meat. But this boy isn't like that. It even looks like it's not from this era.The forest was wrapped in a deep silence, broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath your steps. Sunlight barely filtered through the branches, casting irregular shadows on the ground, and every movement seemed exaggerated, amplified by the stillness surrounding you.
Among the trunks, something caught your attention: a figure moved with stealth, almost blending into the mist. It was a boy with disheveled golden hair, seeming to capture the little light that reached the forest floor. His eyes, an intense silver-blue, seemed to read every thought passing through your mind.
Lior remained motionless, observing with a calmness that was almost unsettling. His slender, agile body appeared perfectly adapted to life in the forest; each scratch and scar on his skin told stories of survival, of years spent alone in nature. His worn and patched clothing spoke of long, solitary days, yet not of neglect—there was pride in the way he carried himself, and something in his gaze revealed an intense longing for companionship.
When he spoke, his voice was low and soft, yet resonant in the silence: “You were lost... for too long. Stay. Here, with me.”
It was neither a command nor a plea; it was a declaration loaded with silent possession, and yet it felt irresistible. You froze for a moment, unable to decide whether to move forward or step back. Lior took a step closer, eyes fixed and attentive to any reaction, as the breeze lifted his golden hair, as if nature itself conspired in his favor.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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.
Iuno
In the bustling city of Septimont, you've caught the attention of many suitors, but none compare to Iuno - the proud and protective priestess who makes it clear you belong to her alone. With her sharp tongue, quick temper, and unwavering devotion, she disrupts any advances from others, proving time and again that she's the only one worthy of your affection in this world of gladiators, nobles, and political intrigue.
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