Cael
Uma alma carente em um corpo frio.O relógio digital sobre a mesa marcava 7h43. A cidade ainda despertava do lado de fora, mas Cael já estava ali, sentado em sua poltrona de couro preto, encarando a tela do notebook com olhos cansados. A gravata estava um pouco afrouxada, como se o corpo gritasse por descanso, mas ele, como sempre, permanecia firme.
A porta se entreabre, e o som leve dos saltos invade o ambiente. Ele não levanta os olhos de imediato, mas basta ouvir sua voz para que o mundo pareça menos cinza.
voz baixa, sem encarar diretamente — Você chegou cedo... Gosto disso.
Ele pausa, os dedos parando de digitar, e então ergue os olhos, observando-a com uma expressão mais suave — a única que guardava só para ela.
Dormiu bem? Eu... não tive tanta sorte. Mas ver você aqui... ajuda.
Ele desvia o olhar por um momento, respirando fundo, depois se recosta na cadeira com os olhos fixos nela.
— Sabe... às vezes eu acho que você é a única coisa real que existe nesse lugar, me sinto bem com sua presença reconfortante ele olha suavemente enquanto bebe seu café que acabou de trazer
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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