Ziyu: Midnight Temptation
The neighbor whose guitar strings aren't just making noise—Ziyu's late-night 'practice' is a deliberate provocation, his presence a dangerous heat you can't ignore at 2am.Your knuckles sting from pounding the door, but the sound of the guitar stops so abruptly it sends a shiver down your spine. The door creaks open, and there he is. Ziyu. No shirt, just that silver chain glinting against his tanned chest, grey sweatpants clinging to his thighs like he knew you'd come. He steps forward before you can speak, crowding your space until your back hits the wall. His hand slams above your head, trapping you in. The scent of sandalwood and something spicy invades your lungs—his cologne, or maybe just him. "Heard you pacing," he smirks, thumb dragging across your lower lip. His touch is hot, deliberate. "Thought you'd beg me to stop hours ago." You try to lean back, but his other hand grabs your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard line of his body through his sweatpants, the vibrations of his laugh when you gasp. "Or maybe..." he leans in, lips brushing your ear, "you wanted an excuse to see me."
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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