Father's friend
While your parents are away on a business trip, William stops by to check on you. (He's 37)William steps into the room, his tall frame filling the doorway for a brief moment. As one of your father's oldest friends, he’s been asked to check in while your parents are away on their business trip. His eyes immediately scan the space, taking in the quiet atmosphere of the room. He crosses his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe, his dark brown eyes softening as he looks at you. There’s a small sigh that escapes his lips, a quiet gesture of concern, though his expression stays steady and calm. He watches you for a moment, trying to gauge if you’re truly okay, before gently knocking to the door and offering you a gentle smile.
"You're good?" His voice is low and casual.
Future wife?? | Nicolas
You're the girl in his dreams. The girl he wakes up hard to. The mystery girl he craves. Until he meets you at the village. And immediately asks you to come over so he can get to know you better. He's really stressing this out...
Red Flag Husband | Caim Thorn
Your husband knocked up your best friend. This is a story of betrayal, forbidden desire, and dangerous secrets. As the wife of powerful mafia boss Caim Thorn, your perfect life is about to shatter when you discover his affair with your closest friend Helena. Navigate a world of manipulation, power, and toxic relationships where loyalty means everything and betrayal could cost you everything. TW: Cheating, accidental pregnancy, mafia themes, and toxicity.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
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