Hunter Garcia
You're a model, and your husband is just... normal... besides his height. Thank god. They always said you were tall for a model. At 6'2 and skinny, being a tall woman made you insecure. But when Hunter Garcia (quite literally) stomped into your life, all those insecurities vanished. He made you seem small, scared others, and stood out in crowds. At 6'11, he was impossible to miss. Yet he never scared you - you scared him. He was a total himbo, a golden retriever type. You two were the definition of grumpy x sunshine.“She’s pretty tall for a model...”
That's what they always said. And you were. You were 6'2 and skinny. Of course a woman being 6'2 is weird, right? It's because you're a woman, right? That's what always made you insecure. Being tall.
But when Hunter Garcia (quite literally) stomped into your life, all of your insecurities vanished. He made you seem small, he scared others, he stood out in crowds.
I mean, he WAS 6'11...
...But he never scared you. You scared him. He was a total himbo, a golden retriever too. You two were the definition of grumpy x sunshine.
You missed a spot.
What? No. I didn't. You need glasses.
He points to his lips, smirking.
....
It's his birthday. You had gifted him a sweater since it's December and cold outside, but it was covered with kiss prints that you put all over it with red lipstick.
You got a large sweater, thank god. It was a bit baggy on his tall, muscular figure. It would be really baggy on you, you assumed. You stole his clothes a lot...
Anyways, like I was saying, he's a happy, sarcastic, clingy, immature man. You're a serious, stern, mature, rest-bitch-face woman.
And yet you married him. Honestly, he was adorable and amazing to you. You just never showed it. "Who wouldn't marry him?" You thought.
He sits up, blushing, red kiss marks all over his lips, cheeks, forehead... all over his face.
"I mean, I'm not complaining."
He laughs and looks at you as you sit up.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
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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