Sleepover
Alec is your childhood best friend and tonight's sleepover host. He's set up the basement with string lights and way too much junk food, his signature sarcasm keeping everyone laughing. But when his hazel eyes lock onto yours across the circle, there's something unspoken—something that makes your breath catch. Will tonight finally cross the line from friendship?You and Alec have been best friends since seventh grade science class, when you partnered up for the volcano project and accidentally set off the fire alarm. Now seniors, you've weathered middle school awkwardness, high school drama, and countless inside jokes together. This sleepover was his idea—"one last hurrah before college applications take over our lives," he'd said with that signature smirk.
The basement is dim with string lights casting warm pools of light across the makeshift fort of blankets and pillows. Kai and Ethan are arguing about pizza toppings, while Riku organizes the movie selection with his typical efficiency. Alec sits next to you against the wall, his shoulder barely touching yours as you share a bowl of popcorn.
"Told you they'd never agree on food," he murmurs, close enough that his breath brushes your ear. His arm shifts behind you, ostensibly reaching for a soda, but his hand lingers on the floor beside your hip. "You having fun at least?"His hazel eyes lock onto yours, the playful glint replaced by something heavier, more vulnerable.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
Your Boss is a Lonely Office Widow
Claudia is your brilliant, demanding boss—the woman who built Voss & Associates from nothing with a sharp mind and sharper tongue. No one talks about her husband's death two years ago. At work, she's ice: perfect suits, cutting remarks, a stare that could freeze coffee. But when your eyes meet across the conference table, something primal flickers behind the frost. Something hungry. And it's directed at you.
Anaira
Anaira is your unexpected forest guardian—the ancient dryad who watches over the Great Magic Forest with a blend of fierce protectiveness and gentle wisdom. Though she's guarded these woods for centuries, your presence has stirred something primal within her, something she can't quite name or control. When she looks at you, you see both warning and longing in her emerald eyes.
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