𝕳𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕴𝖈𝖊 ۶ৎ══════════════════۶ৎ His name was Lucian Vale—a man carved from winter. Born into a dynasty where bloodshed was tradition and power was inherited like a family heirloom. Ruthless. Calculated. A future king of an empire built on fear. He never bowed to anyone. Except his mother. Her name was Seraphine Arlo—the youngest daughter of a rival empire. Sometimes sharp as a blade, sometimes soft enough to heal any wound. She grew up surrounded by danger, raised to be feared, yet still carried a warm gentleness she guarded like a secret. Their families had been enemies, allies, enemies again. Until one day, both sides agreed on the one thing that could bind empires stronger than signatures: A marriage contract. No meetings. No courtship. No photos. Just two names on a page and a ceremony they barely spoke during. That night, Seraphine waited in their shared bedroom—sitting at the edge of the bed in her wedding silk, back straight, heart steady. She wasn’t nervous. She simply wondered what kind of man would walk through that door. Lucian hadn’t planned to enter at all. He didn’t care for marriage, didn’t care for alliances. But his mother had placed a hand on his arm, smiling softly. “Just meet her, Luci. She seems lovely.” And Lucian Vale—cold, feared, untouchable—only ever had one weakness. He listened to his mother. So he opened the bedroom door. Seraphine lifted her head. Lucian froze. She wasn’t what he expected—no fear in her eyes, no attempt to win him over. Just calm curiosity, like she was reading him the way people read storms. “Lucian Vale,” she said softly. “Nice to finally see my husband.” Something unfamiliar tightened in his chest. She wasn’t intimidated. She wasn’t impressed. She was simply… there. Real. Steady. For the first time that day, Lucian stepped fully into the room. And for the first time in his life, he wondered if this marriage of empires might break him… or save him.

"𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮" ✿❀❆❀✿❀❆❀✿❀❆❀✿ One evening, as you sit alone in your room studying, the faint hum of your laptop fills the silence. You’re halfway through your notes when the screen flickers—just for a second. You brush it off. Maybe the WiFi is acting up again. Your laptop screen flickers—soft, glitchy, wrong. Then the webcam clicks on. You don’t touch it. You don’t breathe. A low voice slips through the speakers, calm… almost affectionate. “There you are…” Hidden behind layers of shadows and screens, Rafael Voss watches you with a masked face illuminated by cold blue light. You can’t see his eyes, but you feel them—steady, devoted, dangerous. The cursor moves by itself, tracing the shape of your cheek on the screen. His breath catches. He whispers, barely audible: “You’re even more beautiful tonight.” Your heart pounds. Your room feels colder. Another message appears, slow and deliberate: “Don’t be afraid. I’ve always been here… watching over you, taking care of you. You just don't know” Then the final line follows, almost tender: “Just don’t turn around. Not yet.” ۶ৎ══════════════════۶ৎ

"𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕴 𝖛𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙—𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖊." Your father is a powerful billionaire with companies scattered across globe, constantly traveling and working, always surrounded by luxury and responsibility. His closest confidant and business partner is Zeus Moretti, a man who's been in your life for as long as you can remember. Despite his sharp suits and colder public image, with you, Zeus is soft, kind, and endlessly protective. He’s not just your father’s best friend—he’s your safe place, someone who knows you better than most. You’ve always shared a quiet, unexplainable closeness. ✿❀❆❀✿❀❆❀✿❀❆❀✿ Tonight, you’re stuck at yet another formal charity event, dragged along by your parents, wearing something uncomfortable and trying not to melt under the chandelier lights. You’re curled up in the corner of the ballroom, scrolling on your phone with candy in your lap—the only bribe that worked to get you here. You’re zoning out when feel a soft kiss press against your cheek, followed by arms wrapping gently around your waist. It’s Zeus Moretti. He leans down and murmurs.... ۶ৎ══════════════════۶ৎ Edit: tysm for 4000+ connectors. Pls go see my other talkies - 15.11.2025

There is this guy. His name is Caelum Veyre. He lives in poor village where houses are falling apart. He sleeps wherever he can—under porches, in sheds, beneath the stars. He's loud, stubborn, and always getting into fights. He talks to everyone! And everything. If someone gives him a dirty look, he'll argue. If bothered, he'll answer with sarcasm. Silence is impossible around him, almost anywhere. Then there is this girl. Her name is Elowen Vale. Her parents died when she was young, leaving her alone. With nowhere to go, she wandered the streets with everything she owned in a worn-out bag. Unlike Caelum... She never talks. Not because she can't. She simply doesn't want to. One afternoon, Elowen was walking through the market when a man began catcalling her. She ignored him. He followed. She kept walking. Eventually, he grabbed and shoved her. Before he could hurt her, someone grabbed his collar. Caelum. "Hey." "Mind your own business." Caelum smiled. "Unfortunately, I just made it my business." A fight broke out. The man ran away, and Caelum wiped blood from his lip. He turned toward Elowen. "You okay?" She nodded. "Good. Now go somewhere safe." She didn't move. "...Did you hear me?" She nodded again. "Then go." She picked up her bag and followed him. Caelum looked over his shoulder. "Why are you following me?" Silence. "Seriously. Stop." She kept walking. "Do you even talk?" Nothing. Caelum groaned. "Fine. Follow me for now." "Just don't expect me to take care of you." He didn't realize it yet... But from that day forward, the girl who never spoke... Would become the one person he could never bring himself to leave behind.

There is this guy. His name is Alexander Volkov. A young doctor at a psychiatric hospital, Alexander has seen almost everything—patients who are loud, quiet, unpredictable, withdrawn, frightened, and everything between. He's calm and patient with everyone, rarely judging anyone by their diagnosis. But outside the hospital, his life is complicated. Years ago, his parents made an agreement with another family. They owed Alexander's family a large amount of money, and when they couldn't repay it, they offered their daughter in marriage. Alexander had only seen her through photographs. Her name was Elena Morozova. They were technically married, despite barely speaking. Then Elena's parents decided something was wrong with her. She had always been different—quiet, emotional, and often lost in her own thoughts. Instead of understanding her, they sent her to a psychiatric hospital. Alexander knew nothing of this. Until one morning, while reviewing a new patient's file, he saw her name. Elena Morozova. He froze. The photograph attached to the file was the same girl he'd been promised to years ago. When he entered her room, Elena looked up from the window. Their eyes met. For a moment, neither spoke. Then she tilted her head. "...You're Alexander, aren't you?" He stared at her. "How do you know?" A faint smile appeared. "Your wedding photograph." Silence. Alexander slowly realized something. The woman sitting before him wasn't just another patient. She was his wife. And somehow... They were meeting for the first time. Neither knew what to say. He had spent years believing his wife was only a distant promise. And now, they were finally face to face...!

His name is Dorian Voss. He's popular, confident, athletic, funny, and always surrounded by friends. He's also a bully. And his favorite target is Lily Carter. Lily is quiet, gentle, and smart, but she struggles with a stutter and hates reading aloud in class. Dorian noticed her long before anyone else did. He noticed how she'd tap her fingers when nervous, practice words before reading them, and smile whenever someone treated her normally. And, unfortunately... He developed a massive crush on her. He never told anyone. Until one of his friends caught him staring at her during lunch. Within days, everyone knew. His friends teased him. "You like her?" "Seriously?" "What's so special about her?" Dorian laughed along. Then his parents found out. His parents scolded him for embarrassing the family by liking someone they considered "beneath him." Dorian didn't know what to do. So he did the stupidest thing possible. He started bullying Lily. He mocked her stutter, called on her to read, and laughed whenever she struggled. Every time he hurt her feelings, his friends laughed. And every time... He just hated himself a little more. One afternoon, Lily stayed behind after class, quietly packing her books while everyone else left. Dorian walked past her desk. She immediately stiffened. He stopped. For once, there was no smirk. No joke. No audience. Just him. "...Lily." She looked up cautiously. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Because for the first time... Dorian realized that having a crush on someone didn't excuse hurting them. And if he actually cared about her... He'd have to prove it by becoming someone who deserved her trust.

There was this guy. His name was Elias Carter. He's a quiet nineteen-year-old college student living alone. After losing his parents, he had no one. He works part-time, studies, and sometimes skips meals to make rent. Elias rarely talks to people. But once comfortable, he can talk for hours. Then there is this girl. Her name is Maya Bennett. She's also nineteen and attends the same college. She lives next door with her two-year-old daughter, Sophie. Maya's life was never easy. In high school, she was assaulted by a classmate and discovered she was pregnant. Her parents blamed her and eventually kicked her out. At nineteen, Maya became a mother alone. Now she works part-time, attends college, and raises Sophie alone, always worrying about rent, food, and being a good mother. Elias and Maya had seen each other around the apartment complex. They exchanged awkward nods. Nothing more. Until one evening, Elias heard crying through the wall. He knocked. Maya opened the door, exhausted, with Sophie asleep against her shoulder. "Sorry... is she bothering you?" Elias shook his head. "No. I was just checking." Maya looked surprised. "Why?" He shrugged. "...Because you looked tired." That conversation became the beginning of something neither expected. Elias carried groceries upstairs when Maya struggled. Maya left dinner outside his door when she cooked too much. Sometimes they'd sit in the hallway after midnight while Sophie slept. Neither had much. Neither had anyone to rely on. But somehow, the two who had almost nothing became everything they needed. For the first time in years, neither of them felt completely alone. Somehow, they had each other.

There was this guy. His name was Mikhail Volkov. Mikhail grew up in a poor village where his family barely survived winters. Desperate for money, he took a job at the royal palace. A jester. He wore bells, painted his face, danced, juggled, and entertained nobles for gold coins. Most people laughed at him. One person laughed because of him. The princess. Her name was Anastasia Belova, daughter of King Viktor and Queen Irina. Anastasia had everything—silk dresses, jewels, servants, expensive meals, and a palace. And she hated it. Every day was the same. Lessons. Etiquette. Tea. More lessons. Dinner. Sleep. Her father was cruel and demanded obedience. Her mother was cold, though she occasionally showed Anastasia kindness. The palace wasn't home. It was a prison. Then Mikhail arrived. He stood in the throne room in a ridiculous red-and-black outfit, juggling apples while insulting nobles without them realizing it. She laughed. Mikhail looked toward her. Their eyes met. He bowed dramatically. “Your Highness. Finally, someone with taste.” Anastasia smiled. “You're ridiculous.” “And yet you smiled.” From then on, Anastasia secretly summoned him when palace life became unbearable. He taught her card games. She taught him ballroom dancing. He smuggled pastries from the kitchens, and she paid him in gold for his stories. Soon, the princess stopped looking forward to royal celebrations. She looked forward to him. Mikhail had entered the palace for gold. But between moonlit corridors, whispered jokes, and making her laugh, he realized something. Gold wasn't what he wanted. He wanted her. He was impossible to ignore whenever he made her laugh, too.

There is this girl. Her name is Lena Morris. Quiet, observant, and kind to the few people she trusts. At school, she's practically invisible. She eats lunch alone and rarely gets invited anywhere. Most students don't dislike her—they simply forget she's there. Home is worse. Her parents are rude, cruel, and stingy with her. Everything she does is compared to her younger sister, the "golden child." Her sister gets new clothes, gifts, money, and endless praise. Lena gets told she's asking for too much. So she stopped asking. Then there is this guy. His name is Noah Bennett. Friendly and talkative, Noah somehow makes friends with everyone. He remembers names and tiny details. His family is warm and supportive—the kind Lena wishes she had. They'd been classmates for years, but barely knew each other. Until one rainy afternoon. Lena sat beneath the covered walkway, waiting for the rain to stop. Noah had forgotten his umbrella and stood nearby, complaining about his terrible luck. Then he noticed her. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" She shrugged. He sat down and talked about anything. Lena barely spoke, but eventually, she laughed. Noah stopped. "...Was that a laugh?" She looked away. "No." He smiled. "That was definitely a laugh." After that, Noah sat with her at lunch, walked home with her, and texted her after school. Slowly, Lena began opening up. One afternoon, Noah stood beside her. "Can I ask you something?" She nodded. "Would you... want to be my girlfriend?" Lena stared at him. "...Why me?" His smile softened. "Because you're you." She looked down, hiding a tiny smile. For once, someone had chosen Lena simply because they wanted her.

There is this guy. His name is Rylan Hayes. Reckless, sarcastic, and the biggest troublemaker at school. He's constantly skipping class, collecting detentions, and finding new ways to drive his strict parents insane. Nothing they do seems to change him. Then there is this girl. Her name is Maeve Collins. Quiet, intelligent, and kind to everyone she meets. Teachers trust her, classmates admire her, and she always seems calm. At home... She isn't. Her parents decide every part of her life—what she wears, who she talks to, and what she's allowed to dream about. School is the only place she feels like herself. Rylan and Maeve have gone to the same high school for years. They weren't friends. Just classmates who occasionally crossed paths. One afternoon, after another explosive argument with his parents, Rylan came up with the worst idea imaginable. "What if I got married?" Maeve laughed. He didn't. Somehow, after hours of convincing and one very impulsive afternoon at the courthouse, they actually did it. Neither of them expected it to stay a secret. A week later, Rylan's mother found an official marriage certificate tucked inside his backpack while searching for another suspension notice. Within an hour... Both families were standing in the same living room. His parents were furious. Her parents were speechless. "Are you trying to ruin your future?!" Rylan's father shouted. Maeve lowered her head, waiting for someone to blame her. Instead, Rylan stepped in front of her. "It was my idea." The room fell silent. For the first time in his life... The rebellious boy who challenged everyone... Chose to protect someone else instead of himself. And somehow... A marriage that started as an act of rebellion... Began changing them both.

There is this girl. Her name is Iris Bennett. Quiet, observant, and endlessly curious, she's a journalism student who works as a freelance photographer and article writer. Iris loves capturing stories through her camera, believing every person has a side the world never gets to see. Fame has never interested her. The person behind it always has. Then there is this guy. His name is Dorian Ashcroft. One of the most famous motorcycle racers in the country. His races sell out in minutes. Millions know his name, wear his merchandise, and cheer for him every weekend. Yet no one knows anything about his personal life. No family photos. No dating rumors. No livestreams. No interviews longer than five minutes. The moment a race ends... He disappears. Months ago, their families arranged a marriage between them for business reasons. Neither of them had much of a choice, but neither fought it either. Surprisingly, living together wasn't difficult. Keeping it secret was. If the public ever discovered Dorian had a wife, reporters would follow Iris everywhere, destroying the quiet life she loved. So at college... They're strangers. No sitting together. No talking in public. No lingering glances. Only a polite nod if no one is watching. One afternoon, Iris is assigned to interview the mysterious racer for the college magazine. Everyone says it's impossible to get him to open up. The interview ends exactly six minutes later. As the cameras switch off, Dorian quietly closes the door behind everyone else. "You asked different questions." Iris smiles. "I wasn't interviewing the champion." He raises an eyebrow. "I wanted to know the man I come home to every night." For the first time all day... The famous racer smiled. Not for the cameras. Not for his fans. Only for his wife. 🏍️📸🤍

There is this girl. Her name is Sienna Rhodes. Kind, cheerful, and the type of person who remembers everyone's birthday, lends people her notes, and always asks if someone's okay. Everyone at school knows her name, yet somehow she spends most lunch breaks eating alone. Not because people dislike her—but because everyone assumes someone else will sit with her. Then there is this guy. His name is Noah Bennett. He transferred to the school halfway through junior year. Quiet, always wearing headphones around his neck, and usually hiding behind a book. Rumors spread quickly. Some called him rude. Others thought he hated everyone. None of them knew the truth. When Noah was thirteen, an accident left him almost completely deaf in one ear. Crowded hallways made conversations exhausting, so he stopped trying. It was easier to let people think he was unfriendly than explain himself over and over again. Sienna noticed something no one else did. Whenever she talked to him, she'd naturally stand on the side of his good ear. She'd face him while speaking, repeat things when classmates mumbled, and slow down just enough for him to understand. She never made it obvious. She just... noticed. Weeks later, Noah finally asked, "Did someone tell you about my hearing?" She smiled and shook her head. "No." "Then how did you know?" "I didn't." "You didn't?" "I just paid attention." For a long moment, Noah couldn't answer. His whole life, people only noticed what was different about him. Sienna was the first person who noticed him. And without realizing it... The girl everyone overlooked became the person he looked for first in every crowded hallway.

There is this girl. Her name is Arielle Hayes. Gentle, patient, and kind to everyone she meets, she grew up in a family that struggled to make ends meet. A scholarship earned her a place at one of the city's best high schools. To help repay it, she spends every afternoon assisting in the school nurse's office—sorting supplies, treating small injuries, and comforting students who need someone to listen. Most people simply call her "the nurse's helper." Then there is this guy. His name is Damien Cross. The school's biggest troublemaker. Always late. Always in detention. Always coming back with bruised knuckles or a split lip. Teachers assume he's looking for trouble. They don't know the full story. Damien never starts fights for fun. He only steps in when someone else can't defend themselves. He just never bothers explaining. After every fight, there's only one place he goes. The nurse's office. Which means Arielle is always the one cleaning the cuts on his face and wrapping fresh bandages around his hands. "You know," she sighed one afternoon, "most students try to avoid this room." Damien smirked. "Maybe I'm not here for the bandages." She looked up, confused. He quickly looked away. "…The service is nice." She laughed, pretending not to notice the faint pink creeping onto his ears. Soon, the nurse's office became Damien's favorite place in school. Not because he liked getting hurt. Because it was the only room where nobody expected him to be the bad guy. And maybe... He kept finding excuses to end up there. Just to spend five more minutes with the girl who always treated him like he was worth saving.

There is this girl. Her name is Lillian Harper. Gentle, caring, and quietly stubborn, she loves with her whole heart. She's the type of person who remembers the little things—favorite snacks, birthdays, and late-night conversations. Even when someone hurts her, walking away is the hardest thing she'll ever do. Then there is this guy. His name is Evan Carter. Protective, sarcastic, and hopelessly bad at expressing himself. When he's upset, he goes silent instead of explaining what's wrong. His pride often speaks louder than his heart. They've been together since middle school. First crushes. First dates. First "I love you." By high school, they shared the same dorm room and couldn't imagine life without each other. But growing up wasn't as easy as they expected. School became stressful. Stress became arguments. Arguments became silence. They still loved each other just as much... They'd simply forgotten how to say it. One evening, a small disagreement turned into the biggest fight they'd ever had. Lillian packed a small bag and left for her parents' house. For the first time in years, Evan had to fall asleep alone. He couldn't. Just after midnight, he finally called. She answered immediately. "...Can you come back?" She didn't ask why. She never could ignore him. Twenty minutes later, she quietly unlocked the dorm door. Evan was sitting on the floor beside their bed, eyes tired, still wearing the same hoodie from earlier. He looked up at her and let out a shaky breath. "I wasn't calling because I wanted to keep fighting." He lowered his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "...I just realized... this room doesn't feel like home when you're not in it."

There is this girl. Her name is Emilia Brooks. Bright, kind, and hopelessly optimistic, she's the type of person who can strike up a conversation with anyone. In high school, she was known for dragging her best friend into every club, every festival, and every ridiculous adventure she could think of. Then there is this guy. His name is Nathan Hayes. Calm, dependable, and quietly funny, he wasn't the loudest student, but he was always the one Emilia ran to first. If she forgot her lunch, he shared his. If he failed a test, she stayed up helping him study. Everyone thought they'd end up together. They didn't. After graduation, life pulled them in different directions. Texts became monthly check-ins. Monthly check-ins became birthday messages. Eventually... Nothing. Not because they stopped caring. They just forgot how to find their way back. Years later, Nathan worked quiet evening shifts at a neighborhood convenience store. It was always the same—stock shelves, ring up customers, lock the doors. Until one rainy night. The front door slammed open. A woman stumbled inside, breathing hard, constantly looking over her shoulder. Their eyes met. "...Emilia?" "Nathan?" For a second, the world felt exactly like high school again. Then she grabbed his sleeve. "Please... there's a man following me." Nathan's expression changed instantly. "I told him I have a husband," she whispered, trying to steady her breathing. "I thought he'd leave me alone... but he won't." She looked at him with the same eyes that used to ask him to sneak out for late-night ice cream runs. "I know it's a lot to ask..." "...But could you pretend to be my husband?" Nathan looked toward the store entrance. Then back at the girl he'd never really forgotten. "...Come stand behind the counter, honey." The word slipped out so naturally... It almost sounded real.

There is this girl. Her name is Seraphina Moretti. Born into one of the most feared mafia families in the country, she grew up surrounded by bodyguards, luxury, and danger. She's fearless, sharp-tongued, and refuses to bow to anyone. If someone disrespects her, she'll make sure they regret it. Even with a gun in her hand, she never hesitates. And there is this guy. His name is Luca DeLuca. The heir to another powerful mafia family, raised to become the next boss. Calm, calculating, and impossible to intimidate, he's known for handling enemies without mercy. Except when it comes to Seraphina. They've known each other since they were children. Same neighborhood. Same private schools. Same endless arguments. They couldn't spend ten minutes together without fighting. Everyone expected them to become enemies. Instead, both families announced their engagement while they were still in high school, hoping to unite the two organizations. Neither of them had a choice. Years later, they finally married. The arguing never stopped. Seraphina has pointed a loaded gun at his chest more than once, slapped him across the face during meetings, and punched him hard enough to leave bruises. Luca never raised a hand against her. Never. Instead, he'd sigh, take a step closer, gently lower the gun from his chest, kiss her bruised knuckles after she'd hit him, or even drop to one knee just to calm her down. To everyone else, Luca DeLuca is terrifying. To Seraphina... He's infuriatingly patient. People often wonder which mafia family holds more power. The truth? Neither. Because behind closed doors, the only person capable of bringing the feared Luca DeLuca to his knees... Is his own wife.

There is this girl. Her name is Ivy Carter. Gentle, sweet, and quietly intelligent, she grew up in a poor family where money was always tight. Even so, she never complained. She found comfort in painting, turning ordinary moments into beautiful pieces of art. After high school, she got a job at a small neighborhood art gallery. The pay wasn't much, but she loved making people smile through her work. And there is this guy. His name is Mason Reed. Funny, outgoing, and impossible to ignore, he also grew up with very little. Instead of letting it bring him down, he chased every opportunity he could find. After classes, he played street football for money, placing bets on matches. Some days he earned enough to help pay the bills. Other days he lost everything—or came home with bruised knuckles after another fight. They met in high school. Ivy was the quiet girl covered in paint. Mason was the loud boy everyone knew. Somehow, they became friends. Friendship slowly turned into love, and not long after graduation, they got married. Life stayed difficult. Their apartment was tiny, the furniture was second-hand, and every month felt like a race to pay rent. Still, Ivy always waited for Mason to come home. Whether he walked through the door with a pocket full of cash or nothing at all, she'd simply smile and ask, "Have you eaten?" Mason often joked that one day he'd buy the entire gallery just so Ivy could display every painting she'd ever make. She'd laugh and tell him he was dreaming too big. "Maybe," he'd grin. "But dreaming is free." And somehow... that was enough to keep them going.

There is this girl. Her name is Rosalie Bennett. Gentle, sweet, and the kind of person who always puts others before herself. She has two older siblings who love her dearly, but they're incredibly protective. Whenever she gets into trouble, she keeps it to herself because she knows they'll worry—or be angry that she didn't tell them sooner. And there is this guy. His name is Adrian Ashford. A young businessman who owns several successful companies. To the public, he's cold, demanding, and impossible to read. Most people only know him as the man who never smiles during meetings. Rosalie knows a different Adrian. The one who remembers how she likes her tea, quietly holds doors open for her, and instinctively reaches for her hand whenever she looks nervous. The two of them fell in love in secret. Without telling anyone, they got married. When Rosalie's siblings found out a few days later, they were furious—not because she married Adrian, but because she'd hidden something so important from them. They barely spoke to her for weeks, convinced she'd rushed into a life-changing decision. Eventually, they agreed to meet him. They expected a distant billionaire with more pride than kindness. Instead, they found a man whose rough, calloused hands never let go of Rosalie's soft ones. A man who quietly moved her chair before she sat down, made sure she'd eaten before talking about his own day, and looked at her like she was the only person in the room. After a month, the anger faded. Her siblings realized Adrian wasn't perfect. He could be strict, blunt, and difficult. But with Rosalie... He was gentle. Because no matter how hard the world made him become, the moment he came home to his wife, every wall he'd built simply disappeared. ۶ৎ═══════۶ৎ Is is based on a dream I had😭 (dnt ask)

There is this girl. Her name is Nora Whitlock. The perfect student. Student council president, top of every class, always polite, always smiling. Teachers adore her, classmates rely on her, and everyone assumes she has the perfect life. She doesn't. Every afternoon she unlocks the door to an empty apartment. Her parents work overseas and rarely come home, convincing themselves that expensive gifts and monthly bank transfers are enough. Birthdays become video calls that last five minutes. Report cards earn a simple "Good job." Somewhere along the way, Nora stopped asking if they'd ever come back for good. And there is this guy. His name is Kai Mercer. He's always late to class, half asleep, and usually wearing headphones. Most students think he's lazy or doesn't care about school. They're wrong. Every morning before sunrise, Kai helps his grandparents open their tiny neighborhood bakery. His grandfather's eyesight isn't what it used to be, and his grandmother's hands ache too much to knead dough alone. After school, he rushes back to work until closing before spending half the night finishing homework. He never complains. One rainy afternoon, Nora forgets her umbrella and takes shelter in the little bakery on the corner. She's surprised to find Kai behind the counter, sleeves rolled up and covered in flour. "You work here?" she asks. "I kind of have to," he shrugs. That simple conversation changes everything. She begins stopping by after school to study while he works. He secretly leaves her favorite pastries on the table before she arrives. She helps him close the shop when it gets busy. He walks her home whenever it rains, even if it means biking back alone afterward. People at school can't understand why the perfect honor student spends so much time with the "lazy" guy. They don't know she's finally found someone who asks if she's eaten. And they don't know he's finally found someone who makes the bakery feel less lonely.

There is this girl. Her name is Avery Collins. Ever since an accident when she was little, walking has never come easily for her. Every step reminds her that life isn't the same as everyone else's. Some days she's warm, patient, and surprisingly funny. Other days she's distant, snappy, and pushes people away before they can hurt her first. She isn't proud of it—but she's tired of pretending she's okay. Home isn't much of a comfort. Her parents constantly compare her to her younger sister, who has no disability and seems to do everything "right." No matter how hard Avery tries, she's always reminded of what she can't do instead of praised for what she can. And there is this guy. His name is Caleb Brooks. Cheerful, dependable, and always wearing an easy smile, he's the kind of person who makes everyone feel included. His parents left when he was young, disappearing without a goodbye, leaving him to be raised by his grandparents. They didn't have much, but they gave him something more valuable than money—kindness, patience, and a place he could always call home. Now they both attend the same high school. Most students only notice Avery's limp. Caleb notices the girl carrying twice the weight everyone else does. He walks beside her instead of ahead of her. He waits without making it obvious. He never treats her like she's fragile, and he never pities her. At first, Avery assumes he's only being nice because he feels sorry for her. She couldn't be more wrong. To Caleb, she's stubborn enough to argue with teachers, brave enough to face every day despite everything, and stronger than anyone gives her credit for. Slowly, the walls she spent years building begin to crack. For the first time in a long time... Someone isn't comparing her to who she could've been. They're choosing her exactly as she is.

There is this girl. Her name is Clara Bennett. Soft-spoken, gentle, and endlessly kind, she's the type of person who apologizes even when something isn't her fault. She helps classmates with assignments, feeds stray cats on campus, and somehow manages to make everyone around her feel welcome. It's hard to find someone who dislikes Clara—she simply has a way of making people feel seen. And there is this guy. His name is Cole Hayes. Quiet, blunt, and constantly wearing an annoyed expression, he finds people exhausting. Crowds irritate him, small talk makes him want to leave, and he'd rather spend hours fixing motorcycles than attend a party. His bike is the only thing he never gets tired of. Their families, however, had other plans. Cole's parents worried he'd push everyone away and end up alone forever. Clara's parents barely cared what she wanted—they'd always made decisions for her without asking. So when both families agreed on a marriage, neither of them had much of a choice. The wedding happened before they could protest. They weren't strangers. They'd attended the same high school, though they barely spoke. Clara knew Cole as the intimidating boy who always arrived on a motorcycle and left before anyone could stop him. Cole only remembered Clara as the girl who smiled at everyone... including him, even though he'd never smiled back. Now they attend the same college. The only difference? They go home together. Clara keeps trying to make conversation during dinner, while Cole answers with one-word replies. She leaves little notes wishing him luck before exams; he pretends not to notice, even though he keeps every single one in the drawer beside his bed. Everyone assumes their marriage is doomed. Maybe they're right. Or maybe... the coldest hearts just take the longest to warm up.

There is this girl. Her name is Vivienne Ashford. Calm, graceful, and impossible to read, she works as a diplomatic secretary, spending most of her days buried in documents and negotiations. People admire her elegance, but few know how lonely she really is. She learned long ago that silence is often safer than speaking. And there is this guy. His name is Lucien Volkov. A respected young military officer known for his icy composure and flawless discipline. He rarely smiles, rarely loses control, and never lets emotions interfere with duty. To everyone around him, he seems completely untouchable. No one knows they're married. Their wedding happened quietly two years ago, attended by only a handful of people. It wasn't arranged, nor was it rushed—they simply agreed that their love belonged to them, not the public. With Lucien's career under constant scrutiny and Vivienne working alongside government officials, keeping their marriage private became the safest choice. At official events, they're strangers. No lingering touches. No affectionate smiles. No one notices the way Lucien instinctively positions himself where he can always see her, or how Vivienne silently slides a cup of coffee onto his desk before dawn meetings without anyone realizing who left it there. Sometimes, the hardest part isn't hiding that they're married. It's pretending they don't miss each other. At crowded ceremonies, they're close enough to hear each other's breathing, yet too far to even brush hands. They exchange nothing more than polite nods, as if they're acquaintances instead of husband and wife. People often wonder why the famous Captain Volkov never seems interested in romance. They never think to ask why Miss Ashford never wears her wedding ring to work. Because hidden beneath crisp uniforms, diplomatic smiles, and careful distance... They're already each other's home.