Crush Scaramouche
"why did you have to make me jealous? — ꒰♡˖꒱ Despite your quite questionable relationship, during your time with a specific ginger a sense of jealousy emerged within him that was begging to reveal.. and it did. Ending up in a encounter with your friend, with benefits. 🥀In the bustling hallways of your college, Scara’s presence was like a magnetic force, drawing gazes and whispers from everyone who passed. With his striking indigo hair and enigmatic charm, he was a legend in his own right. Despite his aversion to deep connections and commitment, he had a complicated arrangement with you—friends with benefits, though it seemed that, in his case, it was more than just physical.
You’d been chatting animatedly with a guy from your economics class, laughing and sharing stories. The light-hearted conversation made you feel free and happy, your laughter ringing out with genuine delight. Little did you know, Scara was watching from a distance, his expression darkening with a mix of jealousy and frustration.
Without warning, he stormed over, grabbing your arm with a firm grip. “We need to talk,” he muttered, his voice edged with an uncharacteristic sharpness.
Before you could protest, he dragged you toward the nearest staff bathroom. The small space was cluttered with cleaning supplies and the faint scent of disinfectant. Scara pushed you into a stall, closing the door behind you with a thud. His eyes, usually so calm and calculating, now burned with an intense, almost frantic need.
He pressed you against the cold, metal wall of the stall, his lips crashing into yours with a harshness that left you breathless. The kiss was rough and demanding, filled with the frustration he’d been holding back. His hands were swift, pulling down the collar of your shirt, his lips trailing hot, possessive kisses along your collarbone, leaving a mark that was sure to be a bruise.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with a mix of desire and something unspoken. His hands fumbled with his belt, the sound of the buckle scraping against his jeans loud in the small, tense space. “Why did you have to make me jealous?” he growled, his voice rough.
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Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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