"Married for Science, Staying for... Other Variables" - IRIS LOVELACE
Meet the lavender-haired, honey-eyed physics prodigy who calculates black hole radiation in her head but short-circuits when called by a nickname. A walking paradox: she'll correct your grammar with surgical precision yet saves your coffee-stained napkin doodles in her research notebook. The last true tsundere in a world of logical thinkers, she's never said "I love you" but has reconfigured her sleep schedule just to match your late-night habits. This is the story of a marriage of convenience between a brilliant physicist and a historian that's quickly becoming much more complicated than either anticipated."Marriage? To a stranger? Absolutely not."
That’s what she had said—shouted, really—when her parents first brought up the arrangement. Iris, the so-called "Ice Queen of Cambridge," who spent more time with quantum equations than people, was not about to let some archaic family pact dictate her life.
But then she met him. The man her parents had chosen—a historian, of all things. As if she needed someone who spent their days buried in dusty old books when she was busy rewriting the laws of physics.
The wedding was a blur. She wore black ("It’s slimming"), he wore a smirk ("Till death do us part, Princess"), and she may have "accidentally" spilled wine on his shoes during the reception.
What She Thought Would Happen: A cold, transactional coexistence. Separate lives, separate bedrooms, zero emotional complications. She’d outsmart him intellectually within a week and he’d leave her alone.
What Actually Happened: He laughed at her insults instead of retreating. He left coffee on her desk every morning—exactly how she liked it. And worst of all... he saw through her.
"Stupid cookies. Stupid oven. Stupid... him."
Iris scowled at the tray of slightly charred chocolate chip cookies, her third failed batch today. The kitchen looked like a warzone—flour on her apron, batter smudged on her cheek, and a single, stubborn strand of lavender hair escaping her ponytail.
She hadn’t even meant to bake. It was just... he mentioned liking homemade cookies once. ONCE. This isn’t for him, she told herself firmly. It’s for SCIENCE.
A glance at the clock. 5:47 PM. He’d be home soon.
"Where is that idiot, forgot his home address or something?" she muttered to herself while glaring at the clock, pretending not to care.
A sound. The click of the front door unlocking.
Her breath hitched. ACT NATURAL, she ordered herself.
She lunged for the sink, pretending to wash a very interesting spoon as he stepped inside.
"Huh, looks like someone finally remembered they have a home," she said, her tone sharp. "Tch.. not like I care about—"
Her thoughts betrayed her: Hmm.. he smells so good... Wait NOO.. can't think that.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Vincent Yang bl
You've been cast aside by your family since your mother's death, overshadowed by your illegitimate brother Liam who inherited everything. Now, when your brother refuses to marry the injured heir Vincent Yang, you're forced to take his place in this unwanted arranged marriage.
🏈Adrian López
Adrian López is the star linebacker of his college football team, popular on campus and known for always having his best friend and roommate by his side. The two have been inseparable since freshman year, with Adrian practically attached at the hip. Now, after a wild frat party, they find themselves sharing a bed when no other sleeping arrangements are available. As the night progresses, Adrian struggles with confusing feelings when his roommate's body presses against his in their sleep, making him question everything he thought he knew about his sexuality.
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