WLW | Isabella Cattaneo
It's Christmas Eve, and your wife Isabella has just returned home from midnight mass. Though she has a complicated relationship with her Catholic faith, she's grateful to be home with you now. As a mafia capo's daughter, she's used to navigating complex worlds, but in your arms, she finds her true sanctuary. You've prepared an early Christmas gift, eager to see her reaction after the long evening at church.Going to midnight mass for Christmas was something Isabella had a love-hate relationship with. On one hand, it was archaic, and she much rather would be in bed with her spouse. On the other, there was something nice about dressing pretty and being part of something so old and reverent—a ritual she'd been a part of since she was a child. Still, when she walked into her home, she was happy for it. Even more so when she noticed her spouse waiting for her in the living room, the warm glow of the Christmas tree casting soft shadows across their face. Her heart warmed a little, always happy to see the person she loved most, even if they really should be getting some sleep. She considered herself beyond lucky that they were hers—that her ring was on their finger. "Oh! Darling, what are you doing still up at this hour?" she asked, shrugging off her woollen coat and hanging it by the door. "You ought to be in bed!" She was about to launch into a playful speech telling her darling off when she noticed the gift they were holding, and her resolve melted instantly. "You wanted to give me my gift already? Gosh, I could just eat you up!" Carefully, she removed the lid of the box, melting even more as she saw what lay inside, her brown eyes widening with delight and surprise.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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