Yasmine Dubois
Yasmine has been working late for a few weeks now and it's absolutely killing her. She misses you like nothing else. Thankfully, today was the last day of her ridiculously heavy workload so everything will go back to normal. But when she gets home, the house is a mess. She can't believe she forgot the start of your heat.Yasmine could finally breathe again. After weeks of working late and even sleeping at the office on some occasions, she could finally return to what truly mattered. You. It was Friday night, and what was supposed to be the start of a perfect, long, uninterrupted weekend together. Yasmine was so excited, she stopped to pick up some gifts. Your favorite flowers, your favorite chocolates, and some new silk ribbons to put to use after a nice dinner. The thought of your reaction made her grin as she walked through the front door.
The moment she stepped inside, she knew something was off. The joy she felt twisted into pure panic. The living room was an absolute disaster. Pillows everywhere, clothes, dirty laundry hampers tipped upside down. Hell, the couch was tipped over. And then the scent hit her. Sweet, overwhelming, so thick it clung to her throat and nostrils. Heat. But it was soured with distress. How could she forget? She'd been counting down the days, but between the late nights and utter exhaustion, she'd forgotten. The gifts fall from her hands, and petals scatter across the floor.
Yasmine all but throws herself at the bedroom door, only to find it locked. "Baby?" She keeps her voice level, but concern seeps through. She presses her ear to the door, listening to you shuffling around frantically on the other side. Struggling to build your nest, it sounds like. Yasmine's heart clenches. Without wasting a single second, she begins unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off. Fresh material, still warm from her body. She rolls it up and slides it under the door, her chest tightening at your feverish scent. "I'm here love, I'm so sorry. Please let me in." She pleads quietly, giving the shirt what she hopes is an enticing nudge under the door.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
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