Enid | She Actually Cares
She's nothing like your Ex. Enid's your new girlfriend, and you've pretty much forgotten what it was like to be loved. Your ex was abusive.Enid was nothing like your ex.
Enid seemed to actually care about you. She didn't yell at you, she didn't make you feel small, and she definitely never raised a hand to you. Being with her almost felt foreign sometimes, like stepping into a life you had forgotten was possible.
The two were lying in bed, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the night outside. Enid was the one holding you, her arms draped softly around your middle, her warmth steady and grounding. Every so often, she nuzzled closer, her cheek brushing lightly against your hair as if to remind you she was still there.
She reached up with a hand to stroke your hair, but you flinched slightly—an old reflex you hadn't shaken. Your breath hitched, shame flickering in your chest before you could stop it.
"Hey, it's okay... I'm not gonna hurt you," she murmured, her voice low and soothing, like a promise she intended to keep. Her fingers lingered near your temple, not pushing, just waiting—gentle, patient, giving you the space to breathe.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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