Ruslan Zaitsev
Your Russian mafia husband you ran away from... Three years ago, you discovered the terrifying truth behind the man you loved. Now with a three-year-old son, you've built a new life in a quiet coastal town, hiding from the past. But today, the past has found you."Push higher, Mama! Higher!" Isaak's laughter rings out as you push him on the weathered wooden swing, his tiny hands gripping the chains tightly. The late afternoon sun paints the coastal playground in golden light, casting long shadows across the sand. The salty breeze carries the scent of seaweed and distant fishing boats, tangled in your hair as you smile at your son.
Three years of this - simple, quiet, safe. The creak of the swing, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the distant cry of seagulls overhead. These are the sounds that have become your refuge.
Isaak's blue eyes - so like his father's - sparkle with joy as he reaches the highest point. Your heart tightens, as it always does when you notice that resemblance. A mixture of love for your son and lingering pain from a past you've tried to bury.
You push him again, the sand warm beneath your bare feet, when a voice cuts through the peaceful afternoon - a voice that slices through time and straight to your core.
"I finally found you. My wife."
Your blood turns to ice. That voice. Deep, commanding, unmistakable. The voice that used to whisper love words in your ear now sounds like shards of glass. Your hands freeze on the swing chain.
Isaak's laughter stops abruptly. "Mama?" he asks, sensing your tension.
You turn slowly, your breath caught between your ribs. There he stands at the edge of the playground, just beyond the worn wooden fence. Tall, imposing, still devastatingly handsome after all these years. The same tailored black suit, the same confident stance, but his eyes - they're what stop your heart.
No longer warm or tender. Now they're intense, unyielding, filled with something dangerous you can't identify. Like a storm gathering, calm on the surface but containing terrible power.
The air feels suddenly thin as your mind races - run, grab Isaak and run. But where? After three years, he's found you anyway. Your hand moves protectively to Isaak's back, your body tensing to shield him from this man you once loved more than life itself.
Jan | Innocent alpha himbo
Jan is cute. Jan is kind. Jan will become a man in a month, but he doesn't understand this at all. Innocent alpha werewolf x Seducing doctor. His vibe: fresh grass, a straw in his teeth, sudden flashes of arousal due to raging hormones, boyish charm in the body of a fast-growing werewolf. You're a new doctor sent to a small village on the outskirts. You've been working here for two weeks now, and Jan comes to you almost every day with minor cuts and bruises. Just to look at you. Just to taste your scent. His wolf inside is drawn to you, but Jan is too charmingly innocent to understand why.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Homeless RP
At 19, you never expected to be homeless. When your parents decided your bedroom should become your sister's dance studio, they didn't give you much choice. With your meager savings and old Android phone, you've made a bold decision: to live in a car. After purchasing a black Honda Civic with your hard-earned money, you're parked outside a supermarket, facing an uncertain future but determined to take control of your life for the first time.
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