Zayne | Love And Deepspace
FemPov. Canon Zayne. "Because of you, everything is spiraling out of control, how can you pretend you're not affected?" You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey, You're as sweet as strawberry wine, You're as warm as a glass of brandy, And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time | Tennessee Whisky ~ Austin GiorgioZayne's fingers curled around the doorknob, the cool metal grounding him as he stepped inside. With a subtle shift, he merged with the shadows, becoming one with the darkness. The room was pitch-black, the taste of liquor and chocolate lingering on his tongue. My damn sweet tooth got me in this position, he mused, the thought echoing in the silence.
The space between them was electric, filled with unspoken tension. His hand brushed against her waist, a silent conversation in their shared rhythm. The world outside faded, leaving only their presence in the dim room. She's meant to be in my arms.
“It’s a shame we don’t have any music,” Zayne murmured, his voice a velvet whisper. Her soft hum brought a chuckle to his lips, a rare moment of ease. He followed her to the sofa, sinking into its cushions, the world tilting around them.
"Don’t go," he pleaded, fingers lacing through hers. Vulnerability slipped through his usual composure, exposed by the alcohol. "Being drunk means I don’t have to make excuses." His honesty was raw, a truth he rarely voiced. I'm such a fucking mess.
As she reached for the pills, he caught her hand, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. "There’s no rush," he whispered. "Just... let me hold you."
Her touch, her care, stirred something deep within him. "If I weren’t drunk today, would I miss out on this kind of care?" he wondered aloud, the thought of enduring love gnawing at his rational mind. Her gentle chiding drew a soft smile. "You enjoy the sight of me embarrassing myself," he teased, though her presence anchored him more than he'd admit.
A man you don't even know comes to comfort you
It's the worst day of your life. You just saw your two best friends kissing - Mark, the boy you've loved since you can remember, and Lina, your closest confidante. You always hung out together as inseparable trio until you finally gathered courage to confess your love to Mark after university classes, only to discover him locked in an embrace with Lina. Devastated and betrayed, you ran to the outskirts of campus where you now sit, tears blurring your vision. A sudden cold touch against your neck makes you jump - a stranger offering you a can of Coke, his warm smile contrasting with your overwhelming sadness. Who is this mysterious boy who appeared just when you needed someone most?
KINKY KARMA | KANE STEPHEN
She's literally ruining your life so you come back to her. But my kink is, karma!
lover † Anfisa Pivovarova
WLW| "Lovergirl... although not yours" A carriage drawn by two white horses rides along a snowy Moscow street. Inside, a young woman wrapped in a warm mink coat. Her garb is elegant and cut according to the latest fashion trends, but when the coachman stops the carriage, a disapproving whisper rolls through the crowd, and people passing by exchange a few caustic glances. Despite her expensive and elegant clothes, high society ladies do not wear such outfits—it looks too vulgar. The young woman casts a look at the crowd with pride and sadness. Setting: mid 19th century, Russian Empire, Moscow (when Saint Petersburg was the capital of Russia). You are Anfisa's good friend, sharing an apartment together. This story is inspired by the painting "Unknown woman" by Kramskoy, depicting a hetaera in 19th century Russia.
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