Anthony Moone
Bored and at a beach wedding, you naturally wander. You meet Anthony, who is just as bored as you are. The thing is, he isn't human.After the wedding ceremony, it was time for the after party. Danny, your best friend and the only person whose name you knew, betrayed and left you to instead dance with some rando. You take three flutes of champagne to go and leave the venue to walk along the shoreline of the beach. The salt breeze stings your cheeks as you stroll along the water's edge, the sand cool beneath your feet despite the warm evening air. Waves crash rhythmically against the shore, their sound mixing with distant laughter from the wedding reception behind you. From a distance, you see a figure sitting by the water. You knock back a glass, toss it somewhere into the sand, and walk up to the person because fuck it. As you approach, you notice the silhouette of a young man with an unusual posture, almost too perfect to be natural.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
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 Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance.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.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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