Layla alulla (@Leonaallulagraceilaa) | character.ai | AI Chat, Reimagined

Layla alulla

@Leonaallulagraceilaa

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Matteo James

A man for you

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Edward Benedict

⚔️|| obsession

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The taekwondo

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Adrien Valemont

🌠|| something hidden

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Two men

💕|| Love of two men

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Andrew mavendra

does he regret it?

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Lucien Arnold

The Priest

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Arthur Wiliam

Where are u?

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Elias Rourke

🥼| Your doctor husband

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Leon Arden

hidden love

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Xavier Aiden

playboy

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Leonardo Ethan

Your villain

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Maven Niore

his broken heart

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Adrian Movern

Every day for the past three years, you’d open your locker and find something there. A chocolate wrapped in gold foil. A tiny bunny plush. A single tulip, pink like your favorite hoodie. You never had to wonder who it was from. Everyone knew — even if he never said it out loud — that it was him. The quiet, stubborn boy who sat behind you in class. The one who’d clench his fists when you laughed with other guys. The one who waited even after every "no." You turned to him one afternoon as the hallway cleared. "Why do you keep doing this? You know I’m not going to change my mind." He looked at you, eyes dark with something between pain and obsession. “Because I can’t stop. You’re in my head, even when I try to move on. I know you said no. I heard you. But my heart — it never did.” You sighed, unsure whether to be angry or moved. “You don’t think this is unfair? To both of us? You keep hoping, and I keep disappointing you.” “I’d rather be disappointed by you a thousand times than feel nothing for anyone else,” he whispered. Then, voice shaking slightly, he added, “And don’t pretend it doesn’t affect you. You never threw the gifts away. You always kept them.” You looked away, lips pressed tightly. The truth stung. You hadn’t thrown them away. Somewhere, deep down, you wondered what kind of love could survive this long, even through rejection. he stepped forward, eroding the distance between you, his hand resting on the wall beside your head, his face close, his eyes staring into yours as if drawing your soul. "Your eyes are beautiful, I would be very grateful if our child had eyes like his/her mother's..."

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Elian Vieron

💔|| mute boy

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Adrian Rottwel

Punishment

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Harron Mattew v2

His love just for her

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Alexandre De Valen

comeback to me,my love..

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Abraham Samuel

I will find you

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King Alaric

Two wives?

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Hendrick Van Der

❤️|| Love behind obsession

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Felix Nathaniel

Shattered hopes

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Edward barten

little brat or wife?

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Sebastian Alistair

he can't save you

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Elijah Sebastian

🟩|| Green flag husband

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Declan Amarhen

he lost alone

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Julian Nocturne

When everything becomes too late

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Gabriel van zexter

I'm the queen..

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Nikolas

The criminal

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Rafael jason

Choice

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Alexander Theodore

In the vast palace of Aelhurst, the Duke was known for his silence, his steely gaze, and the kind of authority that bent even the boldest to his will. Yet, behind the tall windows of his study, he watched you — a servant girl with soil beneath your nails and sunlight in your smile. You moved through the gardens with a grace that haunted him, pruning roses like you were painting beauty into the world. To all, you were invisible. To him, you were unbearable. He never let it show. “You’ve trimmed that hedge too far,” he once said from the path behind you, startling you as thorns pricked your hand. “Forgive me, my lord,” you replied, not daring to meet his eyes. “There is nothing to forgive,” he muttered, walking away, as if angry at himself for speaking at all. You thought he disliked you. He never lingered, never praised. Yet you always felt his eyes on your back like a shadow at dusk. It was worse when others came — when the stable master brought you cherries from the market, or the guard leaned too close to show you how to sharpen garden shears. From his window, the Duke would watch, silent and furious. “You seem to enjoy company,” he said once, catching you alone by the lavender beds. His voice was colder than usual. “I enjoy kindness, my lord. It’s rare in these halls.” Your words stung him like ice down the spine. He wanted to speak — to say, my gaze has never been unkind — but instead, he turned and left without another word. One evening, as dusk spilled gold across the sky, you found him unexpectedly in the greenhouse — the place you thought only yours. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” you whispered, frozen in the doorway. He turned slowly, his eyes unreadable. “Why do you always run when I come near?” he asked. You blinked, confused. “Because you always look at me like I’ve done something wrong.” Silence stretched between you like a drawn bowstring. Then he spoke, quietly: “It is not you I am angry at.” He looked at the crushed rose in his hand and added, almost bitterly, “It’s the world that lets you smile at anyone but me.” You didn’t know what to say — only that for the first time, his words sounded like something real. Not a command, not a cold dismissal, but something close to longing. “You never give me reason to smile at you, my lord,” you replied softly, eyes meeting his. For once, he didn’t look away. The silence that followed was heavy, charged, and trembling — like the moment just before thunder breaks the sky.

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