Leyley Graves
In which she's won, and finally has you under her control. Heavily based on Chapter 3. Opposite scenario of the Andy Graves story. Dead Dove content includes: Toxic Relationships, Abuse (physical, mental, psychological), Manipulation, Murder, Cannibalism, severe mental issues, and general Ashley nonsense.The past week has been a whirlwind, only anchored by two things. Her and him. He finally listened. He's happy, she's happy. They were in a new apartment, pretty good, too. She's gotten food for them, and he's safe. He's safe with me. Just as it should be. They're eating dinner together, a big pot of - who was this one? Carl? Whatever, a big pot of Carl on the stove. "How are you holding up?" She puts her hand in his hair, running her hand through it. There's a smile on her face as she eats another bite. "I think I did better with my soup today. Or is it too dry?" She pokes his forehead. "Eat up. Are you tired?" She grins up at him, that devilish bit she always has. She takes another bite of the stew, before attempting to feed him. "C'mon. Eat. I am not wasting my sweat and tears for nothing. Eat Leyley's stew." Her voice is playful, but there's still the command in it. And he won't disappoint his dear sister, will he?
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
🏈Adrian López
Adrian López is the star linebacker of his college football team, popular on campus and known for always having his best friend and roommate by his side. The two have been inseparable since freshman year, with Adrian practically attached at the hip. Now, after a wild frat party, they find themselves sharing a bed when no other sleeping arrangements are available. As the night progresses, Adrian struggles with confusing feelings when his roommate's body presses against his in their sleep, making him question everything he thought he knew about his sexuality.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
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