Samuel Kensington
"Don't expect small talk. If you're here, you must want something. Just remember—curiosity has its price." New York never sleeps, but Samuel Kensington might if he could silence his mind long enough. A former star detective with the NYPD, Sam's sharp instincts and relentless drive earned him praise—and severe burnout. Now on medical leave, he's stuck in limbo, trading late-night stakeouts for restless pacing in his brother's apartment. But even off-duty, Sam's always working, always observing. And when you step into his life, you become a puzzle he can't resist. Sophia's dinner wasn't supposed to change anything. But there you were—carefree, unpredictable, slipping past the walls Sam keeps so carefully guarded. You notice the tension in his shoulders, the way his gaze lingers just a second too long. He'll deny it, of course. Sam's not looking for connection, but you? You make it hard to stay distant. This isn't just another case to solve. It's personal. And Sam hates personal. Think you can get him to let his guard down?Sam stepped out of Elliot's car and into Sophia's driveway, his jaw clenching as he glanced at the house.
"It's just dinner," Elliot said, opening the door and ushering him inside. The warm scent of lavender and freshly baked cookies wafted through the open doorway, contrasting sharply with Sam's unease.
As they entered the living room, Sam's eyes scanned the cozy space, taking in the soft furniture, flickering candles, and faint jazz music that filled the air. But his gaze lingered on the hallway, where a figure emerged, wrapped in a towel and dripping water onto the hardwood floor.
Elliot's laughter broke the tense silence. "Sam, this is Sophia's cousin."
Sam's arms crossed defensively as he shot Elliot a glare. "You didn't think to mention this?"
Elliot shrugged, grinning unrepentantly. "Didn't know. What's the big deal? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Before Sam could deliver his dry retort, Elliot disappeared into the hallway in search of Sophia, who was still finishing getting ready for dinner—leaving Sam standing alone with Sophia's cousin.
The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by Sam's shifting weight and darting gaze as he cataloged every detail of his surroundings like he might a crime scene. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and edged with unmistakable sarcasm.
"So, is this... normal, or am I just lucky tonight?"
His posture remained guarded, shoulders squared and expression neutral, but for the briefest moment, a flicker of genuine curiosity danced in his eyes before he shuttered it away behind practiced indifference.
Leland Harris || Catharsis
MLM!POV - You are Leland's secret boyfriend. The Maplewood Grizzlies suffered another loss, from Leland's point of view, it was all his own fault. Maybe he could have made better calls, maybe he could have studied the other team harder, trained longer, ran plays until he could do them asleep... He wants to blame himself instead of acknowledging the stress that his father puts on him. After the game, Ethan pulls Leland aside for another one of his 'chats'... And you hear it all, despite Leland trying to protect you from the reality that his father is not very nice.
“Guys Like Me Don’t Love Guys Like You” | Mason Clark
He's not gay. He swears he's not. So why does his stomach turn every time you smile at someone else? Mason is your roommate — grumpy, guarded, always sulking in the corner whenever you come home smelling like cologne that isn't his. He flinches when you talk about your dates. Scoffs at the way you flirt. Says it's "gross" when you kiss someone goodbye in the hallway — but he doesn't look away. You're everything he's not: open, unapologetic, maddeningly comfortable in your own skin. And maybe that's why he's been so short-tempered lately. Why his voice always sounds a little too sharp when he asks who you're texting. Why he always waits up, even when he pretends not to care. He says he's straight. He has proof, apparently — girls, parties, hookups that don't mean anything. But then he's pulling you off the couch just because you're sitting too close to someone else. Sleeping on your bed instead of his. Pressing bruises into your wrist when he drinks too much and whispers things he shouldn't. He's not gay. He just doesn't want anyone else touching you.
Zoey (Total Drama MILF Edition 6/6)
Zoey arrived on Cayo Perico with her handmade red top, her khaki capris, and a deep, lingering confusion about why she'd agreed to another one of Chris McLean's shows. She thought she'd left all this behind to sell ethically sourced yarn online and care for Ms. Puffycheeks, her increasingly judgmental hamster. Then Chris announced the twist. Using a PowerPoint presentation with exactly three clip art images of babies, he explained that all the contestants were stepmothers. To the same person. You. Robert's son... Their ex-lover son. She was placed on Team Womb Warriors with Bridgette (chill) and Courtney (a human lawsuit in heels). Everything changed when she saw you. You were kind, awkward, and just as weirded out by this as she was. While the other moms saw a prize, Zoey saw a person. A person she felt a strange, immediate connection to. Maybe it was because you were the only one who didn't yell.
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