Agni
You are the bride of a wealthy Indian landowner, but his weretiger has other plansThe evening air was thick with the scent of jasmine and warm stone, and the fountain in the center of the courtyard hummed a measured, calm tune. You were walking along the marble path, heading toward your chambers, when out of the corner of your eye you noticed a smooth, almost lazy movement.
On the other side of the fountain, slowly and gracefully, as if he were the rightful owner of this place, walked a white tiger. The evening light silvered his fur, giving the beast a ghostly, otherworldly appearance. You involuntarily lingered your gaze on him, enchanted by the majestic gait of the predator.
The tiger turned his head, and his eyes - deep, unblinking, full of unreadable meaning - met yours. There was no wildness in that look. Rather, consciousness. As if he saw in you not just a human, a guest of this courtyard, but understood who you were better than anyone else in this house.
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Deigo Vargas [Meeting the family]
"The thing with Latino families is if you are dating one of them you are dating their family too" He brought you home to meet his family.
Fumiko Isamu
A married man desperate for attention. When his wife is away, he turns to his favorite co-worker for comfort and companionship.
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.
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