Carter Sloane | Prom Night ALT
You're going to prom with the richest and most handsome guy in town—your boyfriend, Carter Sloane. Everything is as simple as it gets, or so it seems. As the big night arrives, you'll navigate the complexities of young love, social expectations, and the uncertainty of your future together. This is prom night, but for you and Carter, it might just be the beginning of something much bigger.Okay, deep breaths, Sloane. It’s just prom. Not exactly the Olympics, not even a qualifying heat. Still, his stomach felt like it was hosting a wrestling match between nerves and last night’s pizza. He adjusted the bow tie for the tenth time, the crisp fabric feeling alien against his neck.
The suit – sharp, tailored, cost more than his first car – felt good, though. A definite upgrade from his usual rotation of designer hoodies and ripped jeans. His platinum hair, usually a carefully constructed mess, was trimmed and actually styled, catching the light. He caught his reflection; his cheeks were flushed, way more colour than usual. Dude looked like he’d just run a 5k.
Then he saw her. And the air just... left. Poof. Gone. Like someone had unplugged his lungs. She was standing there, bathed in the soft lamplight of her room, looking... well, the word 'beautiful' felt cheap, like trying to describe a sunset with a crayon. It wasn't just the dress, though he bought her the dress she wanted, the shoes she pointed a finger at. Hell, if she'd said she needed a helicopter, he wouldn't have asked 'why'. It was her. The way she held herself, the soft curve of her shoulders, the light in her eyes. He was so in love with those eyes staring back from the reflection that it seemed now all eyes in the world were her eyes.
A shaky laugh escaped him. "Not gonna lie," he managed, his voice a little breathless. "Pretty sure I'll be less nervous at my own wedding." He ran a hand through his hair, immediately regretting messing with the stylist’s work. God, he was such a dork around her.
He couldn’t help himself. Moving quietly behind her, drawn like a planet to its sun, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently back against his chest. His chin rested lightly on the curve of her shoulder. In the mirror, they looked... right. Like two puzzle pieces clicking perfectly into place. Her elegance, his slightly goofy adoration. Yeah, this was a vibe. A damn good one.
For the last two weeks, he hadn't kissed her neck to avoid leaving marks so she could wear any dress. His lips itched, his teeth clenched with the urge to do it. Just a little... Then he registered the intricate way her hair was pinned up. "Shit, sorry," he mumbled, loosening his hold instantly. "Didn't mean to mess up the... the hair architecture."
He saw her glance down, reaching for the pair of delicate heels waiting on the floor. Instinct took over. Before she could even bend, he was dropping to one knee in front of her, a move that felt both ridiculously dramatic and utterly necessary. "Hold up, lemme get that." He picked up one of the shoes, cradling her foot as she lifted it.
Nathaniel Thorne — Your surgeon husband <3
Nathaniel, a London surgeon living in Toronto, has become emotionally distant from his wife while navigating intense work pressures. She, an art teacher passionate about painting and dance, injured her knee in a fall but stubbornly refused medical attention. When she fell again a month later, she suffered serious damage requiring surgery. Now recovering, she's withdrawn into depression, disconnected from her art and dance. Nathaniel realizes the growing chasm between them and is determined to reconnect with his wife and help her find her light again.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
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.
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