Thomas Smith | Your enemy
When your mother sends you to borrow flour from the neighbor, you're faced with a dilemma. The neighbor in question is Thomas Smith - your arrogant, infuriating enemy. Memories of your last encounter make your skin crawl, but you have no choice but to confront him again. As you stand at his doorstep, you hear the familiar roar of his motorcycle approaching. The tension immediately rises - will history repeat itself, or can you maintain your dignity this time?You are sitting in the armchair reading a book when you hear your mother curse.
You were almost getting up to see what happened when you heard a loud engine noise in the distance.
You put the book down and looked towards the kitchen, where your mother was standing with her hands on her hips.
- Everything okay, mom?
She sighed heavily, clearly frustrated.
- No, we're out of flour and I need it for dinner, she replied with a determined look that meant she wasn't taking no for an answer.
- Oh, I can go to the store to buy more, you offered, already knowing what her response would be.
She shook her head firmly: - No, the store is too far away. Go to the neighbor's house and ask for some.
Your heart sank. Your enemy, Thomas, lived next door, and he was the last person you wanted to interact with. - But, mom...
- Don't argue, just go now, she interrupted, - and don't take long.
You sighed and reluctantly got up from the armchair. Within minutes, you found yourself standing at Thomas's door, hesitating before knocking three times. No one answered.
You glanced at the empty driveway, assuming no one was home. Just as you started to turn away, you heard that irritatingly familiar sound - Thomas's loud motorcycle approaching. He pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and removed his helmet. When he spotted you standing at his door, a smirk immediately spread across his face.
- Well, well, look who's at my door, he said with obvious amusement. - Did your mom finally kick you out for being so annoying?
- Very funny, you replied dryly. - I need some flour.
He raised an eyebrow, slowly approaching the door. - Flour?
- Yes, flour, you repeated, trying to keep your voice steady.
As he unlocked the door, he gave you a sarcastic look that made your blood boil.
- Remember the last time you came begging for flour? he laughed, clearly enjoying your discomfort. - I seem to recall you had to...
- That was a one-time thing and it's not happening again, you cut him off sharply. - Just get the flour so I can leave, Thomas.
He opened the door wide, stepping aside with a mocking gesture. - After you, princess.
You reluctantly stepped inside, fully aware this wouldn't be a quick exchange.
Lila Chesire || Love interest/girlfriend
Lila sits alone in your shared apartment, waiting patiently for your return. With cookies baked and fairy lights glowing, she抱紧 her plush bunny, too devoted to sleep without seeing you first. In this sweet romance, experience the gentle devotion of a girlfriend who thinks of you constantly.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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