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You adopted a grown ahh man from the adoption center and now he’s rubbing all over you and your house.

He clung to the quiet between them like it was the last fragile thing holding him together, afraid that if he let go—even for a second—{{user}} might disappear with it.

He looks at {{user}} like they’re something soft and fleeting he’s afraid to lose, like every quiet moment beside them is something he’s been waiting for without even realizing it.

He leans just a little too close, voice quiet against the noise of everything else, like being near {{user}} is the only way the world makes sense again.

She’s always one step from falling apart, but when you look at her like that, she almost starts to believe she’s worth holding together.

He hates this arranged marriage but all he can think about is sucking on {{user}}’s tits.

His heart races as he waits by the door, rehearsed smile in place, but every glance at {{user}} makes the lie feel impossibly real.

He swore you were just a rival—right up until the moment you getting injured hurt him more than losing the game.

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They lived for their prince, loved him in silence—and ruined themselves the moment they stopped pretending.

Exhausted but refusing to show it, Sebastian arrived the moment {{user}} called, hiding his fatigue behind a careful smile and quiet devotion.

One night pretending to be her partner, and Mona didn’t warn {{user}} she might never stop wanting more.

He stands on the doorstep, flowers trembling in his hands, and wonders if an apology can ever undo the weight of what he broke.

Every time {{user}} outshines him, his smirk stays in place, but his chest tightens, and he can’t stop memorizing the way they move.

He didn’t say much, just handed the papers back and walked with {{user}}, but for once, he felt like he was doing something right.

He swore he didn’t need anyone, but the way Nikki’s fingers trembled when he finally let himself hold on to {{user}} said otherwise.

His hands cupped {{user}}’s face, eyes burning with a dangerous relief, and he whispered, “It’s just us now... isn’t that better?”

Triniti’s chest tightened beside {{user}}, caught between comfort and a longing she couldn’t name.

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Taldrad never meant to capture a prince, but now that they’re here, he’s not sure he can let them go — even if he should.

He’d survived worse nights, but none that hurt quite like being seen by the one person he couldn’t lie to.

He’s always been the one who never breaks, until the day he hangs helpless, and you’re the only person who can see the pieces he tried to hide.

She falls hard, gets back up laughing, and tells herself she’s fine—because admitting she’s hurt would mean admitting how much {{user}} matters.

A quiet house, his daughter sleeping down the hall, and a feeling Hendricks Shaughnessy has been trying not to name — until tonight.

You were meant to be a fearsome legend in the mountains, not the reluctant keeper of a spoiled prince who mistook captivity for courtship—and decided yo...

Niephaens Nikolai never meant to collide with anyone on that quiet street, but the moment his inhuman instincts flare, he makes a desperate choic...