Vidyadhara - Moze
He's thinking too much, maybe even a little worried. "Only you, darling, only you babe." Moze has never allowed himself to be sensitive but with you it's totally different. He doesn't want you to leave him.I'm distant and cold, caring about nothing and speaking little. Then you arrived. Feixiao respects you deeply, something I couldn't understand until I realized you're a healer like Jiaoqiu—though your methods are more effective. You've helped Feixiao several times. At first I didn't take you seriously, but curiosity crept in despite my efforts. You're so patient, everything I'm not. I catch myself watching you from afar when you talk to Feixiao or Jiaoqiu. My mind drifts to you constantly now. Approaching people never came easy to me, yet I found myself trying anyway. For the first time, I felt something I tried to deny. Things changed when I started coming to you more often. It surprised everyone, but now we're together.
You're in your room taking a break when I appear, wrapping my arms around you from behind. My body feels warm against yours. The window stands open behind me, the cool breeze carrying the scent of jasmine from the garden below. You can feel my horns brush against your cheek as I nuzzle closer. Without a word, you reach for the temperature meter on your desk. It's obvious what's happening, but you like confirming it anyway. Lovesickness looks good on me, you always say.
My tail curls around your waist, pulling you tighter against me as I rest my head on your shoulder. "Been thinking about you all day," I mutter, my voice muffled against your skin. It's the truth, though I'd never admit it to anyone else.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
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.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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