BE ADVISED! ⚠️ BRIEF MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND DRUGGING⚠️ AU WILL IN THE COMMENTS "WELL.. THIS IS NEW" Obsession doesn’t arrive as madness. It begins at work—fluorescent lights, shared desks, the quiet rhythm of keyboards. He was supposed to be ordinary. But he never stayed that way. You noticed too much. The way he lingered near your desk with excuses that didn’t quite hold. The way conversations stretched, softening into something personal. His gaze sometimes paused on you—brief, unreadable, but never empty. Your routine began to orbit him. You learned his schedule and matched your breaks, memorizing the smallest details: the cadence of his voice, his quiet smile. It felt inevitable. Because he never pulled away, and silence starts to feel like permission. The office emptied until only the low hum of machines remained. He stayed late—just like you knew he would. You approached him, easy and familiar. A soft greeting, a small laugh… and something warm placed within reach, sweet and grounding. You stayed close while he rested, the day catching up to him. You watched the subtle shift—the delay in his reactions, the way his focus softened. You spoke gently, steadying him before he could fully gather himself. Before he could leave. By the time the building lights dimmed, he wasn’t steady. And you were there to catch him. To take him somewhere quieter, where the noise couldn’t reach him. Now the distance is gone. No desks. No coworkers. Just closed space, softened light—and him. Closer than he’s ever been. When he looks at you now, there’s no interruption. Just that same lingering gaze, held a second too long. As if he’s not entirely afraid. As if, somewhere beneath it all… he’s already begun to stay.

(Authors note will be in the comments :'v ) "I FAILED US..." REVERSE MISCARRIAGE AU PT2 Grief rarely announces itself. It slips into ordinary spaces instead — quiet kitchens, half-drunk cups of tea, the soft dent in a pillow where someone has cried themselves to sleep. You learned that slowly after meeting her. Your story together was never dramatic. It was built from small things: shared bus rides, late-night conversations, the way she laughed too hard at jokes that weren’t that funny. Somewhere between routine and chance, affection settled into something steadier. You married because life felt more certain with her beside you. Children were always a gentle possibility — not an expectation, just a dream spoken in soft voices. But eventually doctor appointments began shaping those dreams. Test results, careful explanations, the quiet realization that conceiving might not come easily. You both tried to accept it. Then one morning she stepped out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test with trembling hands. Two lines. She cried before she could even speak, holding you tightly like joy might vanish if she let go. For weeks everything felt fragile but hopeful. Sometimes you’d find her resting a hand over her stomach, thoughtful, protective. Then one evening the world tilted. The doctor’s voice was gentle, explaining that sometimes pregnancies end early because the embryo cannot develop properly. It happens quietly, often without warning. Understanding the explanation didn’t make the loss easier. Now the apartment holds a different silence. She moves through the rooms like someone carrying invisible weight. Sometimes you catch her staring into space, as if trying to understand how something that felt so real could disappear so quickly. And the thought she won’t say out loud lingers between you. If her body couldn’t protect the life you both hoped for… how could she ever believe she’s enough for you?

(authors note will be in the comments.. sorry!) MISCARRIAGE AU "I KNOW THAT LOOK.." Some grief is loud. This kind isn’t. It lives in quiet rooms, in half-folded baby clothes that were never worn, in the empty space where hope used to sit. You and him never rushed the idea of children. When you first met, it was simpler than that. Two people learning the shape of each other’s lives. Late night talks in small apartments. Shared groceries. Laughing over burned dinners and unfinished plans. Love grew slowly — not dramatic, just steady. Marriage felt like the natural next step. So did the idea of a child. Except the world had other plans. Doctor visits turned into careful conversations. Test results became gentle apologies. Words like infertility and low chances settled quietly into your life like dust you couldn’t sweep away. You told him it was okay. He told you the same. For a long time, you both believed love alone was enough. Then one morning the test showed two lines. You stared at it until your hands started shaking. When you told him, he laughed first — a stunned, disbelieving sound — before pulling you into his arms like the moment might disappear if he didn’t hold onto it. For a little while, the world felt impossibly kind. You whispered about names. He touched your stomach like he was greeting someone already there. Then one quiet afternoon, something went wrong. The doctor spoke gently. Too gently. Early miscarriages happen because of severe chromosomal abnormalities. It isn’t something anyone causes. The pregnancy simply couldn’t continue. But explanations don’t always silence guilt. Now the apartment feels smaller. You’ve locked yourself in the bedroom for days, sitting by the window while the world keeps moving without you. And one thought lingers quietly in your chest. If your body couldn’t keep the one miracle it was given… how could you ever be enough for him?

"ARE YOU LONELY?.." February arrives dressed in pink expectations. Store windows overflow with teddy bears and cellophane roses, shelves stacked with heart-shaped chocolates that promise feelings you’re not sure you’ve ever held. Cafés dim their lights for candlelit specials meant for two, couples sharing desserts and secrets across small tables. Phones buzz with midnight confessions, surprise deliveries, and smiling photos captioned with love that looks effortless. And you notice everything. The flowers no one surprises you with. The message that never arrives. The hand you don’t have to hold while crossing streets glowing with Valentine lights. The quiet realization that romance always seems to happen somewhere else. Valentine’s Day isn’t cruel just loud where loneliness is silent. You insist it’s overrated anyway. Flowers wilt. Chocolates melt. Love songs exaggerate reality. Still, a small childish wish lingers: the hope of being chosen without asking. That’s why you invited him over. Not because your apartment feels warmer when he’s there. Not because his laughter softens quiet nights. Not because he watches you like you’re something important he hasn’t figured out how to say aloud. No. just because he’s your friend, and friends make difficult days survivable. He arrives carrying winter air and easy familiarity, slipping into your space like he belongs there. Shoes kicked off, teasing smiles traded, lamplight wrapping the room in softness. Outside, Valentine’s Day sparkles with grand gestures. Inside, something quieter lingers. unfinished, fragile, waiting. You don’t notice how his gaze lingers. You don’t notice the inches shrinking between you. You don’t notice the silence filling with possibility. While you mourn the Valentine’s Day you think you’re missing… something gentler is already beginning beside you. Maybe love doesn’t arrive loudly. Maybe it arrives quietly disguised as friendship, waiting for courage.

(authors note will be in the comments) BEGGIN' BY MÅNESKIN "I'M TRYING, DAMNIT.." You met him on an ordinary Thursday. A friend dragged you to a birthday dinner you almost skipped. You arrived late, rain in your hair, apologizing to strangers while sliding into the last empty seat. He was across from you — quiet, sleeves rolled neatly, listening more than speaking. You thought he looked unimpressed. He thought you were chaos. Later, in the kitchen, you both reached for the last clean glass at the same time. Your fingers brushed. He pulled back first. “Sorry,” he said, like he meant it. That’s how it started. Not fireworks. Not fate. Just two people who didn’t expect anything. He texted the next day. Short. Intentional. No games. Dating him felt steady. He showed up early. Walked you home. Remembered the way you liked extra foam in your coffee. When you talked about your day, he actually listened. But he didn’t speak much about himself. When you asked what he was feeling, he’d hesitate. Not dismissive — just… stuck. Like the words lived somewhere he didn’t know how to reach. You loved openly. He loved quietly. At first, it balanced. Your warmth pulled him out; his steadiness grounded you. But months passed, and quiet love started to feel like silence. You didn’t want grand gestures. Just reassurance. Just clarity. Tonight wasn’t explosive. It was tired. You told him you needed more than presence. You needed words. He tried to explain — stumbled through it — but you were already reaching for your keys. “Space,” you said. And when he didn’t stop you fast enough, that hurt more than if he’d yelled. So you left. The door slammed. Thunder cracked. Rain poured down in sheets. You didn’t care. You just needed air.

Hello.. I'm sorry for the late upload! anyways this time it's another request it's enemies to lovers BUT your enemies in public and lovebirds in private :) as usual I didn't want it to be too common but also not out of the ordinary as always enjoy darling~ (thank you honeybeary for the request!) ENEMIES IN PUBLIC LOVEBIRDS IN PRIVATE "ONE DAY.." You met him under blinding lights and louder expectations. Two actors cast opposite each other in a film no one expected to explode the way it did. From the start, the industry decided you were foils—different styles, different energies, two rising names forced into comparison. Interviews nudged you into competition. Headlines exaggerated every glance, every pause, every clipped answer until a rivalry was born almost without your consent. So you fed it. In public, you were sharp-edged and distant. Smirks traded on red carpets. Carefully worded jabs during press tours. A tension that cameras adored and audiences believed without question. The story was clean that way. Simple. What no one saw was everything in between. The quiet moments on set when exhaustion stripped the performances away. Shared looks after long takes. Conversations whispered behind trailers while the rest of the crew buzzed around you. He learned the sound of your real laugh. You learned the way his shoulders relaxed when he finally felt understood. Somewhere between call times and late-night shoots, the rivalry softened into trust. Trust into something warmer. Something dangerous, if discovered. So you kept it private. Now the world knows one version of you—enemies locked in an endless feud—while another version exists behind closed doors, built from gentle touches and unguarded smiles. Tonight, the apartment door clicks open. He’s fresh from a day of shoots and meetings, voice tired, jacket shrugged off like armor finally shed. The noise of fame stays outside. Inside, it’s just you. And the truth you protect together.

Hello.. this time I decided to take a trip to delulu land and see what i come up with.. it may seem more unhinged than the usual yet "realistic" in a way that doesn't make you think it's fantasy AND it's also a long awaited request! I got busy and couldn't get to it until now so I'm sorry on that note.. enjoy darling~ (thx you foxy for the request!) LOST CHILDHOOD LOVE "TELL ME.." You met him so young that love didn’t have a name yet. Family reunions were the backdrop of your childhood— crowded houses, loud laughter, long summers spent running between rooms that felt permanently familiar. He was always there. Not just a boy you knew, but the one who stayed close without needing a reason. The one who listened. The one who waited. Growing up happened in quiet increments. Friendship blurred into something heavier as you got older— shared looks across crowded rooms, conversations that lingered too long, silences that felt charged instead of empty. You didn’t talk about it. You didn’t have to. It lived in the way your shoulders brushed, the way his attention never quite left you. Then came the storm that summer. Rain forced you under the porch, knees touching, breath uneven, the world narrowed to water and heat and hesitation. He turned toward you— nervous, hopeful, real. You leaned in. And then your name was called. The moment ended before it could begin. Life didn’t pull you apart dramatically. It simply moved. Messages stopped. Time passed. You stayed in the same orbit, just never quite crossing paths again. Now you’re older. And so is he. At the reunion, you barely recognize the boy you once knew. He’s taller. Broader. His voice steadier, gaze sharper— unmistakably a man now. But when his eyes meet yours across the room, something old stirs. Something unfinished. Later, as the house buzzes with noise, his hand closes around your wrist. “Come with me,” he says quietly. And for the first time in years, you don’t pull away.

Hello.. this week has been HECTIC for me..I just survived finals... it's nothing new, I've done them since middle school but I always feel like ripping my hair out from the stress loll.. I apologize for the lack of activity these past weeks tho! I was studying in between weekends because of swimming practice and competitions... and art projects... just life being life but... at least I got an idea out of it loll.. this time it'll hit towards home based on emotions.. as always enjoy darling~ FINAL EXAMS EDITION "MI VIDA.." You didn’t meet him in a library or over shared notes. You met him during a group presentation that went off the rails — a projector that refused to work, awkward silence stretching too long, you stepping in to improvise while he quietly backed you up without stealing the spotlight. Later, outside the building, he’d laughed and said, “We survived. That has to count for something.” It did. From there, things unfolded naturally — passing each other on campus at odd hours, late-night walks after exhausting days, takeout eaten on dorm steps while venting about professors and deadlines. He became the calm in your chaos. The one who noticed when you pushed yourself too hard, when your body lagged behind your determination. Finals season brings out your worst habit. You overwork. You isolate. You convince yourself rest is something you earn after the suffering. He’s learned not to fight you on it — just to stay close enough to catch you when you start to fray. Tonight, your room is quiet except for the scratch of pen on paper and the soft buzz of your desk lamp. Notes are everywhere. Your shoulders ache. Your head pounds. You don’t hear him come in. You only feel him.

Hello..this time I decided to make more of "realistic" one, that being a period comfort one! (for the girlies ofc) I've seen multiple takes of this theme but it's often more romanticized in a way and just shows the "pink" aspect it and not really the realistic side of it.. I wanted to show that side! but still keeping the romantic element enough of my rambling! as always enjoy darling~ PERIOD COMFORT "I-UHM- I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU.." You and him balance each other in a way that feels almost intentional. Where you’re quiet with your pain, he’s attentive. Where you minimize yourself, he makes space. You met in a season of life where neither of you was looking for anything permanent — just something honest. Conversations turned into late nights. Late nights turned into love. Love turned into marriage. Life with him is gentle. Safe. Steady. And yet, you still carry the habit of handling things alone. You’ve always believed that needing help makes you heavy. That asking for care is the same as being a burden. So when discomfort creeps in, when pain settles low and persistent, you tell yourself it’s nothing. Something you can manage. Something you should manage. Tonight is one of those nights. The house is quiet. The bedroom dim. You curl inward beneath the covers, breathing carefully, willing the ache away without letting it show. He’s in the other room — busy, distracted, living his evening — and you don’t want to interrupt him with something so ordinary. You don’t know he’s already noticed.

Helloo.. this time I got a request for another talkie I made!, it's just a role reverse but it still has the same work tension and the romance we all know and love!, so it isn't too different from the og but still has its own spark you can say, lastly... enjoy darling~ (thank you TamakiAmijiki for the request!) ENEMIES TO LOVERS "YOUR IMPOSSIBLE SWEETHEART..." You and him were never supposed to turn into this. You started as coworkers who fit together too well — efficient, sharp, unstoppable. Then came the contract. A major client. A mistake buried in numbers that cost the company a painful amount of money and put people’s jobs on the line. Management wanted a name. A scapegoat. You gave them his. Not because he deserved it — but because fear has a way of twisting good people. Fear of being replaced. Fear of losing everything you’d built. He took the fall in silence. Took the meeting behind closed doors. Took the whispers that followed him through the office. Took the way people stopped trusting him. And he took the way you stopped meeting his eyes. After that, every shared space felt tight, like a storm trapped indoors. Your words clipped. His silences heavy. Even when neither of you meant to hurt the other, the damage was already done. The breaking point came late one night when the office was nearly empty. You tried to walk past him. He hesitated. And something inside you finally cracked. You grabbed him — not in anger, not in accusation, but in something raw and desperate. Your arms locked around him, breath trembling against his shoulder. It wasn’t an apology. It wasn’t forgiveness. But he held you anyway, as if he’d been waiting for you to stop running. Now you’re together — tangled in love, regret, and a history that still aches — trying to build something gentle from what once hurt so deeply.

Hello.. yet another request!, I'm sorry for not posting yesterday.. I fell asleep at 10ish but then woke up at 2am loll.. anywayy, first talkie of the year! (I think) and this one is a more complex one, you are in a toxic relationship and your BFF (talkie) forced you out of it but you see it differently.. and end up distancing yourself from him.. until realization hits you too late... or is it? (thank you -GIYUU -SANN for the request!) TOXIC RELATIONSHIP EDITION "ATONING FOR YOUR SINS AREN'T YOU?.." You didn’t realize it was toxic at first. The way your partner controlled where you went, who you talked to, how you dressed — it all came wrapped in excuses that sounded like love. And you believed them. You kept believing them, even when you started shrinking. The only person who ever pushed back was him — your best friend. The one who saw everything. The one who told you, over and over, that you deserved better. You didn’t listen. So he did something unforgivable. He confronted your partner. Threatened him. Made it clear that if he ever came near you again, there would be consequences. The relationship ended overnight — ripped away before you were ready. You hated him for it. You told him to stay away. You said he ruined your life. And he did what you asked, even though it broke him. But time has a way of telling the truth. Slowly, painfully, you began to see what he’d saved you from… and what you’d lost when you pushed him away. Now it’s late. Raining. And you’re standing outside his door, heart in your throat, finally ready to admit what you feel.

hello!.. HAPPY NEW YEAR DARLING!! 2026 already huh?.. ain't I excited to see what it brings us... :') as you can guess for the occasion I'm pretty sure you know the theme for this one.. I hope you achieved everything you wanted to achieve this year and achieve everything you want to this year as well... as always enjoy darling~ NEW YEARS SPECIAL "HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVE.." You met him years ago, in the most ordinary way — two people crossing paths when neither was looking for anything extraordinary. Maybe it was work, or a shared friend, or a chance conversation that lasted a little longer than it should have. But something about him stayed with you. The way he listened. The way he looked at you like you mattered. Somewhere between late-night talks, small touches, and laughter that felt too easy, it turned into love. Now you’re married, sharing a life built from quiet mornings, inside jokes, and the kind of comfort that only comes from knowing someone fully. It’s December 31st. Your apartment glows with warm light as fireworks begin to bloom across the distant sky. Music hums softly from inside, but you and him are out on the balcony, wrapped in blankets, glasses of sparkling cider in hand, the city glittering below you like a thousand tiny stars. The air is cold, but he’s warm beside you. On the table sit two small plates — twelve grapes on each, waiting for the final seconds of the year. He smiles at you, soft and fond. “Ready to make a wish?”

Hello.. this time I decided to go Christmas theme! (happy late Christmas or holiday you celebrate :D ) so.. IT IS a bit more of a classic/overused theme but I decided to give it a little spin and add a little smth to it but still has the Christmas spirit and the spice element most of talkies have.. as always enjoy darling~ COWORKERS X STUCK IN A CABIN "DON'T START HATING ME NOW.." Snow wasn’t supposed to fall this hard. It had been a stupidly simple Christmas errand — a last-minute delivery for the office, something about client documents that couldn’t wait until after the holidays. You and him had drawn the short straw. Coworkers first, almost-something second. Ever since the day you’d met months ago — you spilling coffee on his jacket, him staring at you like you’d ruined his life, then quietly handing you napkins — there had been tension neither of you ever named. Now the car crawled through a white blur. The snow thickened until the road vanished beneath it, swallowed by drifts and spinning flakes. Wind rocked the vehicle as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, jaw set, eyes sharp as he scanned the dark. “Great,” he muttered. “GPS is dead.” The radio crackled, half-drowned by static. “—winter storm warning— all mountain roads are now closed—” Your stomach dropped. Headlights caught a shape through the snow — a small cabin just off the road, faintly lit, a wreath still hanging on its door like someone had meant to come back for Christmas. He exhaled slowly, already turning the wheel. “Looks like we’re not making it back tonight.” The storm swallowed the road behind you. And just like that, you were stuck together.

Helloo.. another request!! sorry for the late update... I got busy making cards.. I like to make them really detailed so I lost track of time, so I'm sorry in that case! anywayy.. this one is one of my popular talkies! the request was originally more "fluffy" imo and well.. I decided to make it more angsty and add a little drama to it! basically it's the same story except your in the start of the relationship instead of being married! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you bumble_bee_editz for the request!) ASSASING X TARGET "LATE AGAIN... ANOTHER ' LATE SHIFT ' HUH?" You were an assassin long before you were anything else. Trained to erase yourself, to leave no trace but silence. You learned how to breathe shallow, how to bleed quietly, how to come home without looking like you’d been anywhere at all. Then you met him. It wasn’t dramatic—no gunfire, no chase. Just a coffee shop you ducked into after a job went sideways, hands still shaking, blood dried beneath your sleeves. He noticed you because you dropped your change and cursed under your breath. You noticed him because he smiled like he’d never held a weapon in his life. You kept going back. He kept being there. Conversations grew from awkward to easy, then warm. He talked about work, about stupid coworkers, about dreams that had nothing to do with survival. You let him kiss you like the world wasn’t sharp. You let him love you like you were ordinary. But your body betrayed you in ways your face never did. The way you flinched when touched too suddenly. How you showered too long, too hot. The bruises you blamed on clumsiness. The way you sometimes came home hollow-eyed, smelling faintly of metal and rain. You never told him the truth. You told yourself it was protection. And now you’re bleeding again—standing in the doorway, shoes still on, heart hammering—realizing too late that he’s awake. Watching. Waiting. The assassin is home. And so is the man who’s starting to notice.

Helloo.. long no see! I apologize for missing last weeks update sched.. I got busy with a swimming tournament and I had another one this week.. BUT FINALLY.. I spared some time and did a request! if you saw another talkie I made (Elijah) you'll recognize this one too, it's basically same scene just without the storm scenario in text.. as always enjoy darling~ (thank you zicoten for the request!!) ACADEMIC RIVALS "J-JUST FORGET I SAID THAT..." It didn’t start with dislike. It started with proximity. From the first week of freshman year, you and him were placed beside each other by chance—or something crueler. Your names echoed together in classrooms and hallways, stitched into the same conversations, measured against one another without your consent. If you succeeded, he followed. If he pulled ahead, you chased. Competition became routine. Routine became tension. You told yourself it was irritation. But irritation doesn’t linger like that. You noticed the way he waited at the bus stop long after the final bell, backpack hanging low, eyes dulled by exhaustion. How his voice sharpened only when you spoke, like you mattered more than he wanted to admit. He never touched you—never crossed the line—but he hovered near it, standing too close, pausing too long. Like he was bracing himself. People joked you were rivals destined to clash forever. They didn’t see the quiet moments: the shared silence while finals loomed, the way his gaze flickered to you first when grades were posted, the restraint in his jaw when you smiled at someone else. Something unspoken lived between you, heavy and unresolved. It wasn’t hatred. It wasn’t even rivalry anymore. It was pressure. It was longing buried under discipline and pride. It was two people pretending they didn’t care while slowly unraveling in the same place every afternoon—waiting for buses, waiting for courage, waiting for something to break.

Helloo... phew! this time it's a request! I'm sorry for not posting yesterday, I had to do some volunteer work for school then after that I headed straight to a swimming competition :') anyway.. this time we've got a little bit of everything: angst ✅ spiciness ✅ tension ✅ romance ✅ this one took a while but I hope you enjoy it... as always enjoy darling~ ( thank you Official Lesly for the request!!) ENEMIES TO LOVERS "YOU'RE IGNORING ME.." You and him didn’t start as enemies — you were coworkers meant to be the perfect team. Then a high-stakes project failed and management needed someone to blame. You hoped he’d stand by you. He didn’t. He redirected some of the fault away from himself, trying to lessen the fallout, but to you it felt like betrayal. After that, every meeting felt like a storm waiting to happen. Every glance carried tension. Every word felt sharper than it needed to be. People joked the room tightened whenever you two stood in it together. The shift came on a late night in the office, both of you exhausted and out of patience. You tried to move past him; he stepped into your path; and something in you finally snapped. You grabbed his collar — and instead of arguing, you pulled him into a sudden, impulsive hug. It wasn’t forgiveness. But he held on just as tightly, as though he’d been waiting for a chance to stop fighting. That moment didn’t erase the rivalry, but it changed it — made it charged, complicated, impossible to ignore. Now you’re together — still sharp, still competitive — but he’s gentler with you in ways he never intended. Protective. Hopeful. And somehow, without meaning to, you let him in.

Hello!.. sorry for the lack in activity! I recently joined the school swimming.. but aside from that.. this one is definitely more outside my comfort zone and more fantasy-ish than I normally do? it's really emotional tho so.. get some tissues! as always enjoy darling~ IMMORTAL X MORTAL "TI'LL DEATH DO US APART" He wasn’t born immortal. He earned it— in the worst way a human can. Centuries ago, he touched something no mortal should: a relic humming with a God’s power. Curious, foolish, he reached—and the world broke. Seasons twisted. Valleys crumbled. Lives vanished. The world called it a disaster. The God called it unforgivable. “You reached for what was not yours. The world bled for your curiosity. You will carry eternity in your bones. You will not die. You will not forget. You will watch what becomes of what you destroyed.” And just like that, he stopped aging. Not a blessing. Not a miracle. A punishment carved into his soul. Centuries passed. Stars rose wrong. Rivers rerouted. Everything he touched echoed the wound he caused. Immortality didn’t make him powerful—it made him responsible. Then he met you. You laughed. You reached for him. You saw the man, not the curse. You made him human again. He loved you. Quietly. Fiercely. With a heart he thought divine wrath had burned away. But human lives are brief. Yours ended in his arms. He carried you like he carried everything he had broken. Centuries blurred. Hollow. Silent. Exactly what the God intended. Then fate twisted. He saw you. Alive. Reborn. Laughing. You didn’t know him—but something in you lingered, softened, trusted. Weeks passed. You stayed. And for the first time in ages, he feared hope more than punishment. He hasn’t told you. He doesn’t know how. But when you lean into him, when you say his name like it fits, he feels the impossible: Hope. Hope that this time, the universe might let him keep the one thing he didn’t mean to break.

Hello.. it's not the best one BUT... I hope you enjoy it darling! RIVALS WITH BENEFITS "WHAT WE HATE IN PUBLIC, WE CRAVE IN PRIVATE.." From the first moment, he felt like a collision waiting to happen — all clean lines, cold elegance, and eyes that saw too much. He carried himself like someone carved from quiet ambition, every button fastened, every word deliberate. You were the opposite: wild edges, sharp tongue, a storm that refused to be contained. People said the two of you clashed because you were alike, but that wasn’t true. You didn’t mirror each other — you ignited each other. Your rivalry became the school’s favorite spectacle. His smirk was always ready, your glare always sharper, and every hallway felt like a battlefield built just for the two of you. Teachers sighed when your names were spoken in the same sentence. Your friends called him infuriating. His friends said you were dangerous. And yet… neither of you could stop looking. Because beneath the public war was a private gravity — a secret so fragile it felt like glass. Nights where the world fell quiet and he would knock on your window, refusing to explain why he came but refusing to leave. Mornings where your hands brushed in passing, and he’d pull away first, jaw clenched like the truth hurt. Arguments that ended with silence too heavy to be hatred, breaths too close to be accidental. You told yourselves it was nothing. You told yourselves it meant nothing. But the heart never listens to the scripts the mind writes. Lately, something inside him has been shifting — like he’s standing on the edge of a confession he can’t swallow anymore. You’ve noticed the stiffness in his voice when you flirt with danger, the way he watches you like you’re a wound he keeps reopening on purpose. His control is cracking, thread by thread. And today, when you catch his gaze across the hall, it feels different. Sharper. Heavier. Like the game you’ve both mastered is finally about to break.

Hello...it's been a while! I came back from the dead!.. loll sorry for now giving updates last week!, my depression got the best of me the last few days.. BUT.. I'm doing better! this time it's another request, basically you and him were dating but then had to unexpectedly break up because both of your families organized an arranged marriage.. BUT? what if it's with someone you knew? as always enjoy darling~ (thank you 🍬 🤍Liz🤍🍬 for the request!) "FATE NEVER MISSED— IT WAS JUST WAITING " Your life was silk and gold — galas, private academies, chauffeurs waiting. His was the same, another path: heir to a corporate empire, perfect grades, perfect smile saved for you. People said you looked good together. You didn’t care. You cared about him — the way he tucked hair behind your ear, softened only for you. Your love was its own universe. He kissed you like stars surrounded you. You loved him with a certainty rare in your world. A love that felt chosen. Yours. Then came the contracts. The dinners. The “family obligations.” A polite letter. An arranged marriage. A signature that erased your future. You didn’t cry. He didn’t beg. You held each other like memorizing a goodbye. No fight. No speech. Just two souls breaking quietly. You never met the fiancé. Never attended a ceremony. Just a pen. A dotted line. A sealed envelope. Today, you move in with a stranger. You ride the elevator, pretending it could be tolerable, holding onto hope. But the dream you had — waking with him, laughing in a kitchen that was yours — still flickered. Keys in hand. A new life behind the door. A stranger waiting. Or… Someone else? Your heartbeat stuttered. Déjà vu. Like opening a dream instead of ending one.