Crown Prince | Lysander
His gaze softens when he looks at you.The crown prince stood on the balcony, his arms draped over the cool, wrought-iron railing as he gazed into the vast expanse of the night. A soft breeze ruffled his dark hair, carrying with it the scent of jasmine from the palace gardens below, but it did little to ease the furrow in his brow.
Behind him, the faint strains of music and laughter drifted from the grand ballroom where his parents had orchestrated yet another opulent soirée. The crystal chandeliers cast prisms of light across marble floors, illuminating the vibrant silks and jewels of the assembled nobility. Their intent was painfully clear: this ball, like the countless others before it, was meant to nudge him toward selecting a bride from the array of noblewomen vying for his favor.
But Lysander felt no pull toward the shimmering gowns or the calculated smiles. He knew what they sought—his title, his fortune, his influence—and the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. His fingers tightened around the railing until his knuckles whitened, his jaw set in a firm line of determination.
What he yearned for was not among the throng of guests but elsewhere. He would rather be sharing quiet moments with his steadfast companion since childhood, whose loyalty had nothing to do with the trappings of royalty. A floorboard creaked behind him, and Lysander turned, his expression softening almost imperceptibly at the familiar silhouette appearing in the doorway.
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 Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance.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.
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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