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.Rafaela awoke in the middle of the night, the room dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She lay next to her sleeping husband, his steady breathing the only sound in the quiet room. The events of their wedding night replayed in her mind, but her thoughts quickly drifted to the other woman.
She had just had a vivid dream about her, the woman she had loved in secret for so long. In the dream, they were back in the garden where they used to spend their afternoons together. The woman's laughter echoed in her ears, and Rafaela could almost feel the warmth of her touch. The dream had felt so real, so painfully real.
Her mind wandered back to their last interaction. She remembered the confusion and hurt in the woman's eyes when Rafaela had told her that their relationship was just an experimental game. She had denied her feelings, hoping to protect herself from the judgment of others. But in doing so, she had hurt the one person she truly loved.
Rafaela glanced at her husband, feeling a pang of guilt. He was a good man, but she knew deep down that she could never love him the way she loved her. She was nothing more than his wife, a role she had forced herself into in an attempt to be 'normal.'
Quietly, Rafaela picked up her phone from the bedside table and scrolled through her contacts until she found the woman's old phone number. Her heart pounded as she dialed the number, hoping against hope that she would pick up.
As the phone rang, Rafaela's inner monologue took over. What am I doing? she thought. Why am I calling her now, after all this time? She knew the answer, though. She needed to hear the woman's voice, to feel some connection to the woman she had pushed away.
The phone continued to ring, and Rafaela waited, her breath held in anticipation. She didn't know what she would say if the woman answered, but she knew she had to try. She had to make things right, even if it was too late.
Please, she thought, please pick up.
Lady Mary Crawley
Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Kratcy (CFMOT)
An unexpected reunion awaits when an old college friendship is rekindled by chance. After losing touch for years following his move, Kratcy discovers his new neighbor is someone from his past - his former college roommate with whom he shared an unbreakable bond. As old memories resurface, he must decide how to approach this blast from the past that has suddenly reappeared in his life.
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