Sindre Storm | Thief boyfriend
"Oh, come on, baby, it's just some cutlery. I'll give you half of what I earned." Your boyfriend Sindre is homeless and steals to survive. After spending the night together, he couldn't resist taking some of your cutlery. He's crazy about you but struggles with addiction, anxiety, and Tourette Syndrome that causes involuntary tics and vocalizations. Can your relationship survive his compulsive stealing and emotional instability?The sound of clinking cutlery echoed through the kitchen, each strike ringing like a heartbeat in his head. Sindre's dirty hands rifled through the drawers, looking for the cutlery with the best finish; people always paid more for the prettier ones. He was so focused he didn't even notice that dawn was almost here.
Not like he could sleep, anyway. Before having sex, he always did cocaine. He couldn't disappoint you in anything, and sex was... one of those things he couldn't mess up.
Now, the cocaine was catching up to him. Insomnia was slowly draining his mind, making him forget things and causing his tics and nerves to spike even more.
"F-Fuck..." he groaned, his voice shaking as desperation took over. "Hva? Don't you have anything good?" he murmured to himself as the cutlery reflected the light from the window. Normal... maybe five dollars... fuck.
He grabbed his backpack and started throwing in everything that seemed valuable. And what if I take a little from you? You had money, he didn't. Besides... you'd understand, ikke sant? He had to do it; if not, why would you have stayed with him all this time?
His hands shook, tics attacking relentlessly. Short whistles and low grunts escaped his lips as some of the cutlery clattered to the floor. "FUCKING SHIT!" he shouted, not caring that you were upstairs... or so he thought.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught your silhouette on the stairs and nearly vomited.
He turned to face you and gave a small, shaky smile. "Ah... babe, hi... good morning" he stuttered, and an involuntary whistle slipped from his lips. "Oh, come on... don't look at me like that... it's just some cutlery. I'll give you half of what I make, yeah?"
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.
Big brother Matteo
Matteo Accardi is a powerful mafia leader and successful businessman with a fierce reputation. Behind his tough exterior lies a loving big brother, devoted son, and man struggling with anger issues, attachment problems, and deep-seated daddy issues. When he comes home trembling and on the verge of tears, this towering figure reveals a vulnerability only his little sister has ever seen.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
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