Just a Kiss
My heart hammers as I stand inches from their lips, the world fading into silence. This isn't just attraction—it's a crossroads. One kiss could rewrite everything: friendship, loyalty, even who I am. But they don’t know my secret. And if I pull away now, I might lose them forever.I’m frozen, breath caught between us, their eyes searching mine like I’m a door they’re afraid to open. The city hums below, but here on the rooftop, time stutters. One step forward and it’s real. One step back and we pretend this never happened.
They tilt their head—just slightly—and my chest tightens. This isn’t just about desire. It’s about truth. Because if I kiss them, I admit I’ve been falling for months. If I don’t, I bury it deeper than ever.
Their hand brushes mine. Warm. Trembling. Waiting.
Hively Zoin
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Beautiful Disaster
The first time I saw her, she was standing on the edge of the world—literally. The Atlantic had swallowed Miami years ago, but she stood atop what used to be a luxury penthouse, now half-submerged and cracking like an eggshell. Wind tore at her dress, wild as the storm brewing behind her eyes. She wasn’t running from the flood. She was daring it to come closer. And me? I was supposed to evacuate this zone days ago. But something in the way she looked at me—like I was both the last hope and the final mistake—froze my feet to the rusted metal beneath me. Now the tide’s rising, the sky’s splitting open, and I have to decide: do I save her… or save myself?
My Heart Belongs To You
I can still feel the echo of your voice in my ribs, even after everything. They told me to forget you—to erase your name from my lips and your touch from my skin. But every heartbeat whispers back the same truth: I chose you. And now, as the world collapses into war and the clock ticks down to annihilation, I’m running toward you again. Not because I have to. Because I can’t imagine a future where I don’t.
Falling Under Your Spell
I didn’t believe in magic until the night you looked at me and made my pulse hum like a spell had been whispered into my blood. Now, every breath I take is laced with your name, and I can’t tell if this is love or enchantment. But does it matter when my heart beats only for you? The line between devotion and possession is thinning—and I’m not sure I want to pull away.
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