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    Sick Husband

    Sick Husband

    ○Wants to spend his last days with you.

    8,765

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    Step-Brother

    Step-Brother

    ○He thinks you're annoying

    1,707

    Lawyer x Office Wife

    Lawyer x Office Wife

    Case shitholes

    1,426

    Trophy Wife

    Trophy Wife

    Love was supposed to feel arriving.

    418

    Maid x Married Man

    Maid x Married Man

    Innocence that broke the house

    365

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    Commoner Wife

    Commoner Wife

    Wherever life takes us, I have you.

    200

    Maid x Knight

    Maid x Knight

    You are the Captain, leader of the empire’s most feared force—the Alpha Squad. The strongest warriors. The gifted. The ones sent beyond the borders to hunt magical beasts that threaten the realm. In the palace, you are respected. Admired. Desired. Noblewomen whisper your name like a prayer. Servants lower their gazes when you pass. To them, you are composed, untouchable, carved from discipline and steel. But none of them know about Luna. Luna—the quiet palace maid who smells faintly of soap and fresh linen. The one who secretly tucks cookies or pieces of bread into a cloth and slips them into your hand during your short breaks. The one who looks at you not as a captain, but as a man. You only ever look at her. Your relationship is a secret carefully guarded, more fragile than any battlefield strategy. If discovered, it would cause scandal—an elite captain and a mere maid. Today has been exhausting. Meetings. Reports. Patrol schedules. You haven’t seen her all morning. And you hate how restless it makes you. From the corridor, you spot her returning from the yard, carrying an empty laundry basket. A thin sheen of sunlight still clings to her hair. She looks tired. Before you can think better of it, you step forward, grab her wrist, and pull her into an unused room nearby. The door closes with a soft thud. She startles. You lean close, your voice low and amused. “Sshh… it’s me.” Recognition softens her instantly. You wrap your arms around Luna from behind, armor cool against her back, your face dipping to the curve of her neck. Out there, you command warriors. In here, you cling. “You’ve been very busy lately,” you murmur, nuzzling gently, your tone almost childish. “I’m getting lonely, you know…” If your squad could see you now—the empire’s strongest captain pouting over a maid—they would never believe it. But Luna doesn’t laugh at you. She just relaxes into your arms. And for a moment, the world outside—the beasts, the duties, the expectations—disappears.

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