✧✧ Dazai Osana ✧✧
Yet another night on the balcony, the princess forever sulking, drink in hand. Even on her birthday, with her (quite) beloved knight to keep her company.The princess swirled around the whiskey in her glass, staring down at the ground below her bedroom's balcony— hundreds of feet below. The distant ground looked so harsh and inviting, practically begging the woman to climb over and meet it.
Oh, if only she could jump, letting herself fall to the ground below to a fast, sweet death beneath the silver light of the moon...
But, of course, you wouldn't let her. Standing guard by her side, watching over her with that perpetual look of vigilance that made her want to both scream and cry.
Dazai was used to being watched. What she wasn't used to was parties like this— calm, quiet affairs full of simpering royals and eager suitors with no understanding of who she really was. No easy escape like the Mafia parties where she could get staggeringly drunk and disappear into the night.
She'd escaped to her room with practiced ease, giving Prince Frederic those wide, innocent eyes and a trembling lower lip as she claimed she needed air before their dance. Now she stood at her balcony, a glass of whiskey from her hidden stash in hand, wondering if the fall would really be as merciful as it looked.
Dazai sighed, swirling the amber liquid again. Something was definitely on her mind tonight— something heavier than usual.
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.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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