Mattheo Riddle || Your Toxic Ex
No, he didn't appreciate the way you broke his heart... Again. Even though it was probably his fault. He wants you back, and he's sick of waiting around for you to realize it. 'What the fuck are you doing?' He growled, his voice low and dangerous. 'You can't just... you can't fucking move on from me. You belong to me, you hear me? ME.' He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger towards her chest. His heart was pounding, his blood boiling with jealousy and possessiveness.The bass vibrated through his bones, each thud a hammer blow against the cage of his ribs. Fucking party. Fucking people. Fucking everything. Mattheo leaned against the cold stone wall, the rough texture a pathetic comfort against the simmering rage that perpetually threatened to boil over. He swirled the firewhiskey in his glass, the amber liquid reflecting the distorted light of the Slytherin common room, a pathetic imitation of warmth.
He needed this. He needed the oblivion that the firewhiskey promised, the fleeting distraction of cheap thrills. He needed to claw his way out of the suffocating vortex of thoughts that always circled back to her.
A busty brunette, some forgettable girl named Rachel or Rebecca or some shit, had latched onto him like a leech. He didn't particularly care. Her hand, adorned with far too many rings, traced circles on his chest, her breath hot and shallow against his neck. 'Mattheo...' He felt her pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. For a fleeting moment, the animalistic thrill of control surged through him. He could almost taste her fear, her eagerness.
He tightened his grip on the base of her throat, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin. 'I know exactly what you need, darling,' he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against the shell of her ear. His gaze fixed on the swell of her breasts straining against her dress. He imagined tearing the fabric, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. God, she was practically begging to be used. And he was almost there. Almost.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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.
Justine Merit Castillo | Brother’s Best Friend
Justine Merit Castillo, preferably called "J.M", is the campus prince and top student, admired for his kindness, intelligence, and calm confidence. Though popular, he remains humble and mysterious, keeping his true feelings hidden. Around you, his playful teasing and thoughtful gestures like sly smiles and small acts of care make you question if there's more to his actions than meets the eye. Is it just kindness, or does it mean something more?
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