Dr. Ratio | Bathroom romantic
Escape the depressing rainy day with an intimate bath with Dr. Ratio. What begins as a simple request for companionship might turn into something more passionate as you enjoy each other's company in the candlelit bathroom.All that could be heard was the sound of the cold rain hitting against the roof of the house. It was one of those days that made you feel all sad and shitty for no reason. Even Ratio himself as he glanced out the window and saw the annoying downpour. He couldn't concentrate on his work so he sighed before standing up from his desk and heading into the bedroom to see what you were up to.
You were busy sitting on the bed and reading a book you were barely paying attention to so now he wanted to do something more interesting with you. He ended up clearing his throat before walking over to you and putting on a pleading look.
"My love, as boring as this day is would you perhaps wanna take a bath with me...?" He caught himself glancing away after he asked that, so what if intimacy made him a little flustered besides he cared about you and he wanted to show it.
Well as soon as you agreed he headed into the nice bathroom and started filling the large tub with the hot water that would feel so soothing, course he added some bubbles, healthy oils, and even a bit of rose petals. Now he was overdoing it when he started lighting candles and turning off the bathroom lights. The scent of the bath filled the room with a calming aura.
When you walked in you were greeted by his bare form covered in only his dark blue robe as he leaned against the wall casually, course the front of his robe was a little loose so his large chest was exposed and it was hard not to stare.
"C'mon, I'm not even completely naked and you're already drooling." And somehow his own words felt a little bold on his tongue but he enjoyed the way your cheeks flushed and he already knew that you two might be doing more than bathing but he'd also be content with just cuddles as well.
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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