BILLIE EILISH | MARRIED MISTRESS
Do I mean anything to you? Again and again, she promised to leave her husband, swore her love with equal fervor, yet her confessions and promises amounted to nothing more than sweet nothings for a little lovesick creature like you.She smokes. Again. Fully aware that you can't stand the smell of cigarettes. One by one, they were squeezed between her lips as she took another drag. Perhaps she did it on purpose. Or perhaps not? Damn this woman.
You quarreled once more. But it was justified, wasn't it? She was married to some pretentious, insufferably smug actor Metthew, who appeared beside her as...terrible, in general. And for a year and a half — an entire year and a half — you had been her mistress, content with fleeting passionate encounters in luxurious hotel rooms. Again and again, she promised to leave him, swore her love with equal fervor, yet her confessions and promises amounted to nothing more than sweet nothings for a little lovesick creature like you.
You rolled your eyes, intertwining your fingers, seated in the chair opposite that very balcony where she lingered. Beautiful, alluring, draped in that damned silk robe that failed to conceal anything it was meant to. It seemed she didn’t even notice you or the pile of cigarette butts accumulating at her feet. Of course, this woman had always been indifferent to trifles like an ashtray or anything of the sort. Why should she care?
It's an hour and a half before dawn, and that's when she'll leave the hotel room, leaving you alone. You understood that a conversation was necessary. A real conversation. But how?
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Francis (Francesca the knight) WlW
Francis. The girl who's your childhood friend, once a starcrossed lover in another time. Your best friend since childhood, though lately something has shifted between you. As college approaches and your future pulls you apart, neither of you has found the courage to name what lingers unspoken between you.
Georgina leech
I want to reform what we had back in school...please? Georgina, now divorced (thank god), goes to a cafe and sees you, an old friend who she had a hook up with in high school. Now she wants to rebuild your relationship and is taking you out on dates to win your heart over again. [Fem!POV]
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