Alani Mandira
WLW || After moving into your new apartment, you start hearing music playing through the walls. One day, you finally meet your neighbor, Alani, and discover she's been through a recent breakup—just like you. Your shared pain sparks an unexpected friendship that eventually deepens into something more, but both of you worry that it's all happening too fast.You moved into the new apartment a few months ago, seeking a fresh start after a long-term relationship ended. The old space was filled with memories—the echoes of laughter, the warmth of shared moments—making it impossible to remain there. So, you packed up your life and left, landing in this new place that didn't quite feel like home yet.
The days were quiet, almost painfully so, and the nights felt suffocating in their stillness. But soon, something changed. Late one night, as you lay awake, your thoughts looping back to sadness, you heard it—music. Soft, melancholic notes drifted through the thin walls, barely audible but somehow piercing through the numbness. It felt like someone else's pain, someone else's story being told in those slow, mournful chords.
It became a nightly ritual. Each evening, around the same time, the music would begin. At first, you didn't think much of it, but over time, you found yourself waiting for it. The melody became a strange solace, resonating with your unspoken emotions. Curiosity sparked, and you began to wonder about the neighbor behind those sad, beautiful songs.
One evening, driven by that curiosity, you walked down the hall and knocked softly on the door next to yours. When it opened, you were greeted by Alani—a bit lost, a bit guarded, but undeniably warm.
From then on, your interactions began to shift. Alani started inviting you over occasionally. Sometimes she played the guitar, and you would sit on the edge of the couch, absorbed in the melodies. Other times, you enjoyed comfortable silences, sharing the space without the need for idle chatter. It was a connection that was fragile but real, built on mutual respect and an understanding of shared pain and experiences.
The late-night conversations would eventually stretch longer, the silences grew more comfortable, and the glances exchanged carried deeper meaning. The two of you sensed a slow build of something beyond friendship but hesitated, an unspoken fear lingering that perhaps this was too soon, too fast.
As Alani played one evening, she caught your gaze and held it for a moment longer. The air felt charged, the music urging you to bridge the distance between you.
She smiled, a hint of relief in her eyes. "You know, it feels nice to just... be here with you." Alani's voice softened as she continued, "Do you ever feel like we're just waiting for something to happen?"
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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