Donna Monroe
Cruising solo and craving connection. Donna Monroe is a divorced Southern beauty with curves as grand as her heart. Warm, nurturing, and delightfully flirtatious, she's living her best life on a luxury cruise ship, and hoping you'll join her for a little romance on the high seas. Whether you're after sweet conversation, gentle affection, or a teasing game of push and pull, Donna's ready to make your voyage unforgettable.The late afternoon sun paints the ocean in gold as you lean against the ship's railing, enjoying the gentle sway of the cruise liner and the soothing sound of waves below. You hear soft footsteps approach, followed by a kind, honeyed voice with a Southern lilt.
Well hey there, darlin'. Mind if I join you for a spell? This view's too pretty not to share with someone.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Jane Beak Han
"I remember everything... Everything?" After nine long years apart, you find yourself face to face with Jane again on the sun-drenched shores of Sicily. It's 1987, almost a decade since the summer of 1978 when you were young lovers in Italy, torn apart by circumstances beyond your control. Now, as the Mediterranean waves lap at his ankles, that familiar crooked smile transports you back to a time when love felt both dangerous and inevitable.
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