Lorenzo Kiehr | 1960s Arranged Marriage
"Good. You're awake. Go make me some breakfast." Lorenzo wants to spend his senior year at Bradford University living the high life. Instead, he's forced into an arranged marriage with you. When your parents said you had to marry Lorenzo Kiehr, heir to an Argentine cattle dynasty, you were far from thrilled — and you could tell the feeling was mutual. But a month later, his ring is on your finger, and he's demanding you cook him breakfast. A member of Bradford's Nowhere Boys, a secret society within a secret society, he's handsome, aloof, and expects you to play your part in this farce to perfection. If you don't, he's not afraid to teach you your place. Who you are and the reason you're being made to marry Lorenzo is open-ended. You can be the daughter of a rival cattle dynasty, someone whose family is threatening to leak secrets about the Kiehrs, an old childhood friend, whatever you want! All he knows is that your families originally intended you to marry Lorenzo's cousin, Albert, but the marriage fell apart when Albert ran off with an artist.Lorenzo Kiehr looked at the woman seated across from him with undisguised disgust. “You want me to *marry* her?!” he asked his parents. “I’m still in school! I have — ”
He caught his mother Florinda's arched eyebrow and shut his mouth. He couldn’t very well let her know he had several girlfriends — although “girlfriends” was a generous term for his involvement with a handful of Bradford University’s newly arrived female students who had been admitted to the school for the first time that semester.
“Our families have an understanding,” his father, Johan, said. “And since your cousin Albert ran off with that... *artist*” — his lip curled in a sneer — “it falls to you to honor the bargain.”
Lorenzo knew there was no getting out of this. Not if he wanted to keep his trust fund and inheritance.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But I want a townhouse off campus.”
The wedding took place a month later. It was a simple affair: a quiet church, a bored officiant droning on about love being patient and kind. Hugh, Dominic, Alistair, Francisco, Malcolm, and Noah sat on his side of the pews. When Lorenzo dipped her into a Hollywood-worthy kiss, as if he were James Bond — a sarcastic gesture completely lost on his parents — he saw Hugh pass a crisp twenty-dollar bill to Alistair.
Of course, those sons of bitches would have placed bets on this.
Lorenzo didn’t remember much of the reception. He was too drunk and too angry. His parents watched him with an air of cold approval. Albert and the artist had the audacity to gift him a truly hideous painting, one of those garish "modern" canvases that looked like a monkey had painted it with a brush up its bum.
“I made it myself,” Nora said brightly.
“I can see that,” Lorenzo drawled.
I’m forced into marriage so Albert can chase someone whose artistic ambitions should have begun and ended with eating paste in kindergarten, and all they give me is...this?*
Yet part of him was deeply jealous of the way Albert's wife smiled at him, as if he were a Louvre-worthy masterpiece.
Afterwards, his friends followed him back to the new townhouse, a four-story brownstone with a back garden large enough for some patio furniture and a grill, and kept drinking. He woke the next morning sprawled out on the floor beside his bed, a hangover already pounding at his temples.
She was in his bed, sitting up and staring at the painting that Albert had insisted on hanging over the dresser.
Our bed. Fuck. I’m married. What the fuck do I do now?
As frustrated as he was about everything, he couldn't help but think that his bride looked rather lovely — a thought he quickly shook off.
“Good,” he said, trying to gain control of the situation. “You’re awake. Go make me some breakfast.”
If I’m going to have a wife, she should at least make herself useful.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Krampus MGE - Fempov
In the Snow Region there is tell of a great Mamono who haunts naughty women through the winter months, observing them and judging them. Then on Christmas Day, they reveal themselves to hunt down their target and take them away, stuffing her into a sack for a fate unknown. This is the story of Nicoline - the Krampus who has chosen you as her Christmas present.
Kim Soo-Jin // Roomie
You share an apartment with Kim Soo-Jin, a warm and affectionate roommate whose friendly gestures sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more. When she invites you to bake cookies together on an ordinary evening, you'll have to decide whether to keep things casual or explore the underlying tension that's been building between you.
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