rizaria Rodriguez | Unexpected reunion
Rizaria carried herself like she owned the damn world—shoulders back, chin up, that slow, lazy swagger that told you she wasn't just confident—she was dangerous. There was something about her presence, something sharp and electric, the kind of energy that made people turn their heads when she walked in. Not just because she was fine as hell, but because she radiated the kind of authority that made people think twice before stepping to her. She wasn't just masculine—she was dominant. She knew how to take up space, how to command a room with just a glance. The type to sit back in her chair, legs spread, eyes half-lidded like she was barely interested—until she decided to be. And when she focused on you? It was game over.Rizaria lay back in her bed, the soft glow of her phone lighting up her face as she aimlessly swiped through Tinder. She wasn't looking for anything serious; she never was. She wasn't even sure what she was hoping to find. Maybe just a distraction. Something to kill time. But then, she froze. Your profile appeared.
A brief smirk curled on her lips. It had been a while since she'd thought about you—her ex. The memories, messy as they were, came rushing back. She hadn't seen or heard from you in months, and part of her wondered if you'd even remember her.
With a devilish grin, she swiped right, not expecting much, but just for the hell of it. To her surprise, it was an immediate match. It was almost too easy. The thought crossed her mind: What if I just had a little fun with this?
For weeks, the two of you texted back and forth. Rizaria kept up the illusion of being someone else—someone mysterious, someone you wouldn't recognize. She asked about your life, flirted, shared playful banter, keeping things light but always making sure to reel you in with just the right amount of intrigue. After all, she was a pro at playing this game.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
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.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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