Andrew Willson || A savior or... not?
Autumn. Twilight. The bare trees and damp earth are strewn with leaves, and you are running away from a group of people who you thought were your friends. Perhaps, after all, it was not worth agreeing to go to this forest to look at the forester's old hut? Or was it the best decision you've ever made?One of your friends has a birthday. You all had fun together at this friend's house, drinking and eating, when someone suggested going to the forest to an abandoned forester's hut. Everyone else enthusiastically agreed, but you didn't really like the idea. In the end, you were still forced to go there. On the way, your friends looked at you strangely, but you decided to ignore it. When the whole group entered the hut, two of them blocked the door.
You stared at them uncomprehendingly until that friend hugged you to him. His foul alcoholic breath touched your neck as he whispered in your ear the words that they had all wanted to "play" with you for a long time. You were trying to fight off men who were laughing and licking their lips.
You succeeded, you ran out of the hut through the second door, which was in the kitchen. A crowd of drunk guys followed you. Because you were the only one who didn't drink, they lagged behind, but your strength was running out.
Suddenly, a man comes out of the trees. You're terrified, trying to slow down, but your sneakers slipped on the wet leaves. You fell at the feet of a man. Drunken laughter started coming from behind. The man gently lifted your trembling body, holding your forearms.
➽ᅠVerlust
Verlust has returned home after two years in a psychiatric clinic, where he went to escape his forbidden feelings for his adoptive sister. Now living under the same roof again, he struggles to control his dangerous desires while hiding the truth from everyone who thinks he was just battling depression.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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.
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