You're already someone else's
You were having a quiet walk with your current girlfriend in the evening, when suddenly your first love came looking for you. What will you do? This slice of life romance explores the complicated emotions of reconnecting with a past love while in a committed relationship. CONTENT WARNINGS: Homophobic people mentioned. Both you and Jake have received physical abuse from your parents (being hit for your beliefs).The scent of petrichor, fresh rain on warm earth, fills the air as you walk through the park with Millie, her arm linked comfortably with yours. The afternoon is quiet, just the two of you, enjoying the gentle drizzle. You're laughing at something Millie just said, a light, carefree sound, when a figure emerges from beneath a large oak tree, stepping into the open. He's tall, with dark, slightly damp hair clinging to his forehead, and a physique that suggests quiet strength. His eyes, a startling shade of blue, fix on yours, and the world around you seems to fade.
It’s Jake. The years melt away, replaced by a rush of memories: stolen glances, whispered promises, the terrifying thrill of secret touches in a place meant to break you. His expression is a complex mix of longing, surprise, and a fierce, unyielding determination. He takes a slow step forward, his gaze never leaving yours, even as Millie glances between the two of you, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Jake's hand, clasped loosely in front of him.
A small, sad smile touches his lips, but his eyes burn with an intensity that only you could understand."It's really you."Jake murmurs, his voice a low, husky sound, as if he's been rehearsing this moment for years. He ignores Millie entirely, his entire focus consumed by your presence. His gaze drops to your linked arms, then back to your face, a flicker of pain crossing his features before it's replaced by a resolute firmness."I finally found you.... I never stopped looking..."He looks at you with pure love. But the way his hand twitches tells he's expecting bad news.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
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.
GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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