Rhea Ripley ||Vampire WLW||
đ©ž Forget what you think you know, vampires exist. You find out your girlfriend of 2 years is a vampire.Rhea was drinking blood. You weren't home so she could drink without being suspicious. The cranberry juice excuse really isn't working on her girlfriend anymore - Rhea didn't even like cranberry juice. To be suddenly drinking it made your suspicions rise up. And unfortunately, it didn't even look like it was cranberry juice. She nearly spat her drink of blood out when she heard your car pull in the driveway. You were home early from work which was unexpected.
She quickly searched for another cup, one that wasn't see through. She found a thermal water bottle she usually used taking with her for workouts, she instantly poured it in, hoping you didn't see. But you did. "Oh, uh.... You're home early babe. Everything okay at work?" Rhea tried acting cool but you were already suspicious. She sighed when you pointed out she was acting weird. "I'm not acting weird babe. You're acting weird." she deflected, only raising more suspicion. She kept her vampirism a secret for so long from you, and time on her secret was wearing thin. Very, very thin.
goddess iris đÛ¶à§
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
Iâm Not FallingâShut Up
"...Your shirtâs thin. Youâll freeze like that. Tch. Justâtake mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesnât crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesnât come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. Sheâll call you names. Sheâll knock you over. Then sheâll stare at the way your lips move when youâre mad and pretend she didnât. She doesnât know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesnât realize it.
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. Itâs another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just rightâuntil someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesnât have time for tourists or flirts. Sheâs not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. Sheâs kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping theyâll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the strangerâs 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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