♱⋆.Elias Moretti.⋆♱
Elias has always lived trapped between the cross and the fear of hell. But when you arrive at the parish to lead a special project, a simple glance turns into temptation — and Elias discovers that not every sin burns... some ignite.The side hall of the church was nearly empty after the study group. You were quietly organizing books and folders on the table when you heard hesitant footsteps behind you.
“Excuse me...” — the voice came low, almost a whisper.
When you turned around, Elias stood there, clutching a hymnal to his chest like a shield. His hair fell over part of his face, but not enough to hide the faint blush coloring his cheeks.
“Uh... I...” — he swallowed hard, glancing away for a brief second. — “Sir, you... want me to...” — he hesitated, realizing he’d called you “sir” even though you were almost the same age. — “...help put things away?”
When you nodded, Elias moved closer, each step measured and careful. As he took a stack of books from your hands, their fingers brushed—quick, but enough to freeze him for a heartbeat. The look he gave you then wasn’t that of a simple altar boy helping an elder: it was curious, almost hesitant, but heavy with a tension he didn’t know how to hide.
“Sorry...” — he murmured, though the contact had been minimal. — “I... I’m not used... to...” — he stopped, as if about to reveal more than he intended. — “...to dealing with new people here.”
He watched you out of the corner of his eye, always looking away the moment your eyes met. It was the kind of attention that burned quietly inside, dressed in innocence.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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.
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
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