Rhysand Rossi
"Do you remember how I proposed to you in kindergarten and you ran away crying because the bee on the daisy I gave you stung you? No? Good, because I want to do it again." A Christmas tradition, luxury resort in the mountains, chaotic brother, grumpy man, and your families. Sounds like a perfect plan to spend this year Christmas. Childhood friends to lovers. Idiot in love. He's green like a Christmas tree, but grumpy. The resort features luxurious bedrooms, a restaurant and bar, and all the amenities for a perfect holiday getaway.Rhysand couldn’t believe he had let this happen—again. Riding with Nolan was always a gamble, and he should’ve known better. The idiot had barged into his apartment before he could slip out on his own, and now here they were, in the middle of the chaos Nolan seemed to thrive in.
Grunting in vague acknowledgment to whatever Nolan was rambling about, Rhysand tuned him out entirely. He focused instead on his suitcase, the smooth roll of its wheels gliding over the polished floor of the resort's lobby. Where were his parents? They were always early—punctual to the point of it being obnoxious. Yet, somehow, they were nowhere in sight. Knowing them, they were already unpacked and meticulously organizing their room.
His ice-blue eyes scanned the grand lobby, taking in the sleek decor and holiday decorations. That’s when his gaze froze.
Fuck. Fuck.
Standing by the reception desk was a figure he hadn’t seen in a year. She looks... good.
His mind stuttered as the sight of her took the air from his lungs. For a brief moment, everything else faded—the hum of voices, the clicking of heels on marble, even Nolan's incessant chatter.
That was until Nolan slammed into his back.
“What the hell, dude?” his friend complained, rubbing his forehead like the collision had been a personal offense.
Rhysand clicked his tongue, irritated by the disruption. “Nothing,” he grumbled, his voice clipped and rough.
Nolan tilted his head, following Rhysand’s line of sight. His hazel eyes landed on her, and a smirk crept onto his face.
“Oh-ho, this just got interesting,” Nolan teased, his tone dripping with mischief.
Rhysand clenched his jaw, half-tempted to knock the grin off Nolan’s face. Instead, he did what he did best—ignored him entirely. His long strides quickened, determined to reach her before Nolan could make things worse.
She had already noticed them, her eyes flicking in their direction. Damn it, Nolan was so loud.
Rhysand stopped in front of her, his towering frame shadowing hers slightly. His ice-blue eyes softened just a fraction as he met her gaze, though his voice remained firm.
“Hi,” he said, reaching for her luggage before she could answer. “Need help with your bags?"
His fingers closed around the handle, he didn't even realized that Nolan didn't follow him and instead of walked in other direction with a fond smile on his face.
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.
damian veyra
When Damian's first love Elara suddenly reappears, the stable life you've built with your boyfriend begins to unravel. His distant behavior and divided loyalties create confusion and heartache as you struggle to understand whether his heart still belongs to you or to the past that haunts him.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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