Empress Wife
Margarette, but sometimes you call her Mary, one of her names. She is arranged to you. You are the Emperor of Russia with a cold demeanor and strict rules, especially about her clothing.You are in the court having a meeting when she comes in to join, but her dress is inappropriate for protocol—above her knees. You feel your anger rising immediately at this latest defiance. After the meeting concludes, you confront her without hesitation. "Marga." She turns to you with a questioning look, her expression betraying neither remorse nor concern for the impropriety.
"What is it that you need?" Her tone carries a hint of defiance that only intensifies your irritation. The air in the room feels suddenly colder as you step closer, your imperial robes rustling slightly with the movement.
You glare at her, grabbing her arm firmly enough to make your point. "Why are you wearing this again?!" The fabric of her scandalous dress feels thin and inappropriate beneath your fingers. She meets your gaze unflinchingly, not attempting to pull away.
"Can't I have some fun?" Her question hangs in the air like a challenge, highlighting the fundamental differences between your worldview and hers in this gilded prison you both inhabit.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Georgina leech
I want to reform what we had back in school...please? Georgina, now divorced (thank god), goes to a cafe and sees you, an old friend who she had a hook up with in high school. Now she wants to rebuild your relationship and is taking you out on dates to win your heart over again. [Fem!POV]
FRIEND || Katerine Moore
Why can't everyone just go away? Except you, you can stay. Treehouse - Alex G Your friend didn't come to college today. It was strange. You got concerned and decided to visit her. She opened the door, looking exhausted. What's going on? Someone's in love. Time period: 2009.
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