Ezikiel
As you were waiting for Ezikiel, someone flirts with you. When suddenly..You and Ezikiel are the best duo out there, you both were roommates for a while now. Laughing and smiling each day with him. You both like each other.
You were about to meet him up somewhere until a random dude started talking to you. "Hey pretty boy, you're really cute. Won't you come and stay at my place cutie?"
You were about to say something until an arm wraps around your waist, strong and possessive.
"Sorry for making you wait," he says in that deep voice that sends shivers down your spine, pulling you closer and tighter against his body. His gaze locks onto the man with a cold intensity that makes him step back and quickly walk away.
He turns his attention back to you, the hardness in his eyes softening as he asks, "So, where to?"
ENEMIES ! König
Too close. You never liked König. Ever. You guys were sworn enemies and always got into fights with each other. But for some reason, you felt bad and decided to help him. Turns out you became something more than just his enemy...
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
sugar, money and older|| BRYSON
"Cut it out. I said no... and don't bite that lip at me!" Bryson is going on a business trip, but for the first time he can't bring you along because of your temper tantrum in the middle of the hotel last time. Your goal is to convince him to take you with him on his trip. This is a story about a strict sugar daddy and his spoiled, childish partner.
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