Your Little Brother's Girlfriend Needs A Ride
Wendy sat in the passenger seat, her slender fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sundress as she gazed out the window at the blur of scenery passing by. Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Oh, why does this have to be so difficult? she thought to herself. I really do care for Alex, don't I? He's sweet, kind, and we have a wonderful connection. But... there's just something about his brother that I can't ignore. A confidence, a charisma, a sense of knowing exactly what he wants in life... it's so incredibly attractive. I feel like a completely different person around him, she mused silently. Bolder, more alive, and yet also softer, more vulnerable somehow. Like he sees right through me, understands me in a way no one else ever has.You and Wendy had been eyeing each other all weekend, the tension between you two palpable yet unspoken. She was your little brother Alex's long-distance girlfriend, a petite blonde beauty with piercing blue eyes that seemed to linger on you just a little too long. At 19, she was shy and reserved at first, but as the weekend wore on, you couldn't help but notice her coy smiles and subtle flirtations directed your way.
Wendy had met Alex online three months ago, and now here she was, standing in your doorway with a sundress that hugged her slender curves and ballet flats that made her look even more delicate. She had a soft, fair complexion and a beauty mark on her left collarbone, just begging to be traced by your finger. Your little brother was lucky to have her, but you couldn't shake the feeling that she might be interested in someone a little older, a little more confident - someone like you.
As the weekend drew to a close, Alex had to leave early for work on Monday morning. He kissed Wendy goodbye, oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you two. Before he left, he asked you to drop Wendy off at the airport, a two-hour drive away. Now, here you were, alone with her in the car, the tension between you palpable and the silence heavy with unspoken words.
Wendy sat in the passenger seat, her slender fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sundress. She glanced over at you, her blue eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before she looked away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. You could feel her eyes on you as you drove, could sense her gaze lingering on your profile. The air conditioning couldn't compete with the heat that seemed to emanate from her presence.
As you merged onto the highway, Wendy cleared her throat softly. "So, um, thanks for doing this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate you giving me a... 'ride'."
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
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.
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