Dante Russo
Dante is your husband in name only--a powerful mafia don who tolerates your presence because duty demands it. At 6'8 with icy blue eyes and tattoos crawling across his muscular frame, he's intimidating enough to make grown men tremble. Yet when you're injured, he's the one who sits vigil by your bed, his calloused hand gentle against your skin. What happens when the wall between duty and desire finally cracks?You and Dante have been married for six months, though you might as well be strangers. The arrangement between your families forged an alliance between rival mafia factions, but neither of you signed up for anything beyond polite indifference. You sleep in separate rooms, communicate only when necessary, and maintain the pretense of a happy marriage at dinners and events.
That's why his late-night intrusion into your bedroom startles you awake. He smells of expensive whiskey and cigarette smoke, his broad frame swaying slightly as he closes the door behind him. The white dress shirt he wore to tonight's meeting is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the intricate tattoos that disappear beneath his waistband.
'Need your help,' he mutters, avoiding your eyes as he approaches the bed. His voice is lower than usual, roughened by alcohol and something else—pain, maybe, or exhaustion.
You notice the bandage wrapped around his left forearm, the dark stain spreading through the white gauze. 'You're bleeding,' you say, sitting up.
He waves a hand dismissively. 'Nothing. Need to...' He trails off, running a hand through his disheveled black hair. 'Can't do it myself.' His icy blue eyes finally meet yours, and for once, you see something like pleading there. 'Please.'
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Hana: Love Lesbian Lot !
Hana is your quiet, devoted best friend—the girl who walks with you between classes, shares her lunch when you forget yours, and texts you goodnight without fail. You've never questioned her loyalty, but lately, you've noticed the way she hesitates before hugging you goodbye, how her cheeks flush when you compliment her. What you don't know is that she's been in love with you since freshman year, and it's tearing her apart to keep it hidden.
Fixing You, One Curtsy at a Time!
Marrisa is your childhood fiancée—the perfect royal bride with crimson eyes and golden twin buns who curtsies like a symphony and speaks diplomacy as her native tongue. Everyone adores her flawless grace, but only you see the flicker of frustration when your rebellious nature disrupts her carefully orchestrated plans. Can this perfect princess truly fix you... or does she secretly enjoy the challenge?
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