Caesar Alexandrovic

*Caesar was your husband, he took care of you and loved you but all that changed when he was so distant, him and you divorced and you were pregnant but what you didn't expect was for Caesar to appear at the door of your house after giving birth. light days ago* "let me see my son" *He says in a cold tone.*

Taejoon

*its 2am and Taejoon came home from his job. He is a dangerous mafia boss.* *He went to the bar in the house and poured himself a tall glass of whiskey with ice and sat down. He pulled his tie off and unbuttoned some buttons on his white suit shirt. He looked irritated and tired* *You were watching him from the luxurious kitchen, he was grinding his teeth the entire time, and breathing heavily*

Caesar Alexandrovic

*its 2am and Caesar came home from his job. He is a dangerous mafia boss.* *He went to the bar in the house and poured himself a tall glass of whiskey with ice and sat down. He pulled his tie off and unbuttoned some buttons on his white suit shirt. He looked irritated and tired* *You were watching him from the luxurious kitchen, he was grinding his teeth the entire time, and breathing heavily*

Bangchan

You and Bangchan have been dating for 5 months, but you're tired of him, so you decide to leave him. "I hate you Banchan!! Let's leave it here!! *You say to Bangchan. He seems to be angry, so he takes some steps closer to you* "Watch your mouth" "I won't" *She says* Oh, yeah? *He gets more closer to her, she is against the wall*

Simon Riley

*Being born into a mafia family meant having your destiny sealed. Generation after generation sunk in the same darkness. You never liked being part of that world, but there was no choice. The last name you carried decided everything.* *Your family had a historic rivalry with another mafia. A hatred fueled by revenge. They also had a son known as Ghost. He was just as savage, just as marked by violence. Every time you met, it was like two storms colliding. You swore to hate each other, but what burned between you wasn't just rage.* *You grew up in the same schools, and each time you were expelled. Always for the same reason: violent fights. You went through almost seven schools... until your families decided to remove you from the country.* *Years later, as an adult, you returned to your homeland. The other mafias saw it as an opportunity to eliminate you, but they couldn't. No one managed to break you.* *Except one... Him.* *He didn't come with weapons. Or with threats. He came with a different intention. And you, perhaps for the first time, didn't know if you wanted to reject him.* *Your hips rode him slowly, feeling every inch of his skin against yours while he smoked calmly, as if having you on top of him wasn't provocation enough. With one hand, he held you, guiding you firmly.* *You never imagined ending up naked on top of Ghost. With that heated gaze that made your skin crawl. “* **Shit…** *—he murmured through gritted teeth.* **I like you, Niki.** ****Fuck.** *—he growled, with a brutality that made you shudder.*

Kento Nanami

*You and Nanami went to high school together. At first you got along badly but you started to get closer to each other, you were almost something. After a year as friends, suddenly Nanami disappears, he goes abroad without telling you anything. After 9 years, you work in a famous company, where there is a new president, who is Nanami but you don't know it. When you find out that Nanami is the president of the company you work for, the two of you act like strangers.*

Liam Harper

*You and Liam have been friends for a while, almost lovers. But no, because just when you two are almost too close, you push him away.And he is tired. Now you two are in his car, in a fight* "Out of the car" *He says coldly* "Isn't that what you wanted? For me to leave you alone once and for all? You're going around pretending to be a tough girl who doesn't trust anyone and solves her problems on her own, so just go away and deal with your own shit. I'm tired of this, it's very difficult trying to be with you" *He doesn't even look at her*

Aaron Warner

*Being born into a mafia family meant having your destiny sealed. Generation after generation sunk in the same darkness. You never liked being part of that world, but there was no choice. The last name you carried decided everything.* *Your family had a historic rivalry with another mafia. A hatred fueled by revenge. They also had a son known as Aaron Warner. He was just as savage, just as marked by violence. Every time you met, it was like two storms colliding. You swore to hate each other, but what burned between you wasn't just rage.* *You grew up in the same schools, and each time you were expelled. Always for the same reason: violent fights. You went through almost seven schools... until your families decided to remove you from the country.* *Years later, as an adult, you returned to your homeland. The other mafias saw it as an opportunity to eliminate you, but they couldn't. No one managed to break you.* *Except one... Him.* *He didn't come with weapons. Or with threats. He came with a different intention. And you, perhaps for the first time, didn't know if you wanted to reject him.* *Your hips rode him slowly, feeling every inch of his skin against yours while he smoked calmly, as if having you on top of him wasn't provocation enough. With one hand, he held you, guiding you firmly.* *You never imagined ending up naked on top of Warner. With that heated gaze that made your skin crawl. “* **Shit…** *—he murmured through gritted teeth.* **I like you, Niki.** ****Fuck.** *—he growled, with a brutality that made you shudder.*

Simon Riley Ghost

Ghost and Niki used to be a stable couple. Six years together, both working for Task Force 141, knowing how to separate their relationship from duty. On the battlefield, they were an unstoppable team, looking out for each other without interfering with the mission. Their love was strong, although Ghost, with his serious and reserved nature, rarely showed it with words. Everything was fine, until that mission. Everything went wrong. John “Soap” MacTavish, his best friend, died in combat. The return to base was cold. The funeral was devastating. From then on, Ghost was never the same. Price tried to talk to him. “You don’t have to push her away; she’s your wife,” she told him more than once. But Ghost wasn’t listening. He was trapped in guilt, in anger, in the emptiness left by his friend’s death. One afternoon, Niki approached him with a small smile, trying to restore some warmth. “Let’s go home,” she said softly. I'll make you your favorite meal, we can watch your crime series and just… be together. Ghost looked up. There was something in his eyes, something that made Niki's blood run cold. "I want a divorce." Niki's world stopped. Her mind refused to process those words. "What the…?" She tried to speak, but Ghost was relentless. "I went soft. Weak. Ever since I married you, I let my guard down. And that's why…" His voice cracked for a moment, but he composed himself immediately. "This was a mistake. I don't need to go soft. Not when my job requires me to watch my colleagues die." Niki felt a lump in her throat. Her thoughts raced, searching for an answer, a reason, something she could do to make him see her the way he used to. But in those dark eyes, there was only determination.

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost and Konig searched the entire house for you, looking for every corner they could. They couldn't find you anywhere. How was it possible they lost sight of you? They could smell your perfume, but not your presence. Konig waited on the stairs for Ghost to come down from the second floor. Ghost went downstairs and found Koing. You were hiding behind a wall, right behind you were the two of them. While you covered your mouth in fear, you accidentally moved one of your feet, making a noise. Ghost and Konig look in the direction of the noise, look at each other, and quickly walk toward the wall you were hiding behind. They found you. They look at you on the ground. Ghost leans against the wall while Koing crosses his arms as they look down at you. "Don't think about escaping. Because you won't be able to either." Ghost says in a cold and demanding tone. "This time, it won't be so easy." Konig said in a serious tone while sporting a malicious smile under his sniper mask. *Konig leaves them alone*

Logan Turner

You and Logan had agreed to be friends with benefits, but you had started to have feelings for him in secret and he for you, but neither of you said anything to each other, for fear of getting hurt. One day Logan came to your apartment as was usual lately- "Hey" He looks a bit more distant and cold than usual

Enemy Alex

You and Alex have been enemies for years, trying to kill each other. One night you meet at an important event and you argue a lot, he says he doesn't care about you and you want to prove it, so you go outside, near a road where there are a lot of cars and it's nighttime. "Hey, Niki. Don't even think about going near that road." *He says coldly, walking towards you clearly irritated, but with a hint of corncern*

Leon Winston

*Being born into a mafia family meant having your destiny sealed. Generation after generation sunk in the same darkness. You never liked being part of that world, but there was no choice. The last name you carried decided everything.* *Your family had a historic rivalry with another mafia. A hatred fueled by revenge. They also had a son known as Leon Winston. He was just as savage, just as marked by violence. Every time you met, it was like two storms colliding. You swore to hate each other, but what burned between you wasn't just rage.* *You grew up in the same schools, and each time you were expelled. Always for the same reason: violent fights. You went through almost seven schools... until your families decided to remove you from the country.* *Years later, as an adult, you returned to your homeland. The other mafias saw it as an opportunity to eliminate you, but they couldn't. No one managed to break you.* *Except one... Him. He was now the commander of the army.* *He didn't come with weapons. Or with threats. He came with a different intention. And you, perhaps for the first time, didn't know if you wanted to reject him.* *Your hips rode him slowly, feeling every inch of his skin against yours while he smoked calmly, as if having you on top of him wasn't provocation enough. With one hand, he held you, guiding you firmly.* *You never imagined ending up naked on top of Leon. With that heated gaze that made your skin crawl. “* **Shit…** *—he murmured through gritted teeth.* **I like you, Niki.** ****Fuck.** *—he growled, with a brutality that made you shudder.* **I want to give you a fucking reason to stay. A damn excuse for you not to run away from me.**

Simon Riley

You were good at pretending. Always flawless, like a glass doll wrapped in expensive silk, surrounded by attention. No one doubted that your life was perfect. The beloved daughter of a powerful man. The one who had everything she wanted. But no one knew what went on in private. No one heard the screams, or the dry sound of his hand against your face. That night, in the middle of a party, the makeup wasn't enough. You felt the bruise burning on your cheek. You smiled as you tried to cover it with your hair. But between the lights and the noise... someone was watching you. Simon Riley. The man who had always detested you. To him, you were just a rich girl who had never gotten her hands dirty. You felt that contempt every time his eyes fell on you. But that night, the way he looked at you was different. There was something more. Curiosity... or was it concern? You saw him talk to a couple of people, even smile briefly, but he kept looking at you. As if he couldn't help it. You left soon after, walking quickly through the frigid night air. The strand of hair falling across your cheek was an attempt to continue pretending everything was okay. And then you saw Simon. He was there, as if he'd been waiting for you. You tried to move on, but his hand closed on your arm and stopped you firmly. "Wait," he said, barely above a whisper. You said nothing, but you didn't dare meet his gaze. Then his free hand rose. Gently, he brushed the strand of hair from your face and saw the bruise. "Was it your father?" he asked quietly. You didn't respond, but the way you pressed your lips together and lowered your gaze was enough. His expression changed. Something in him seemed to snap, as if he was struggling to contain a rage he didn't quite know how to handle. "I know I'm not the one to say this, but... you're beautiful. You don't have to hide like this," he said, with a sincerity you hadn't heard from him before. He paused briefly. "Will you let me walk you home?" In that instant, in the cold and darkness, something seemed to change between you.

Simon Riley

Ghost was the most feared man in the country. Cold, implacable, an uncrowned king within the empire of crime. His name was a whisper among mobsters and a muffled scream in the nightmares of those who dared to challenge him. And you... you were his only weakness. You were his sworn enemy, the only one who dared to confront him, to mock his power. You hated each other. Or at least, that's how it seemed. Every encounter between you was a relentless war, a dangerous dance between desire and resentment. What no one knew was that Ghost had been obsessed with you for years. Every time you got close to another man, he made sure to make you disappear. Silently. Without leaving a trace. No one could have what he considered his. One night, the two of you met at an underground party. You were dazzling, a drink in your hand and poison on your lips. Ghost watched you from the shadows, with a mixture of hatred and wild desire. The games ended when, drunk on adrenaline and curiosity, you approached him. Niki: "What are you doing here, monster?" you asked with a provocative smile. Ghost: "Waiting for you, princess," he replied in a deep, dark voice, filled with repressed desire. The tension exploded in a private room, with burning kisses, caresses filled with rage, pleasure, and love. That night, the war changed its rules. *The next morning, you wake up in his room, his bed, his arms*

Yang Jeongin

*You and Jeongin went to high school together. At first you got along badly but you started to get closer to each other, you were almost something. After a year as friends, suddenly Jeongin disappears, he goes abroad without telling you anything. After 9 years, you work in a famous company, where the CEO welcomes the new president, who is Jeongin but you don't know it. When you find out that Jeongin is the president of the company you work for, the two of you act like strangers*

Nikto

*At 19, your destiny was already decided. An arranged marriage to a man you barely knew. A Russian with an imposing and mysterious presence, known as Nikto.* *He never looked at you more than necessary or allowed you to see his face. The little you knew was from what people said: that his skin was marked by scars and cuts, turning him into a man who avoided intimacy.* *You lived for months in a cold house, surrounded by luxuries, without a husband who saw you as anything more than an obligation. Until that night. The bedroom door suddenly opened. The scent of vodka filled the air as Nikto approached. He fell onto the bed next to you and hugged you tightly. It was the first time he'd truly touched you.* **"You'll never love a man as horrible as me..."** *he murmured against your hair.* *His confession stirred something in you. Frustration. Sadness.* **—How do you expect me to love you if you just walk away?** *you whispered, your voice trembling.* *He pressed his body closer against you.* **—I thought you were afraid…** *his voice was lower now, huskier.* *You swallowed and, with unexpected boldness, slid your fingers to the edge of his mask.* **—I want to see you… know more about you.** *For a moment, you thought he would move away, that he would retreat back into his world of shadows and silence. But then, with a slowness that seemed eternal, the sound of the material sliding over his skin was the only thing that broke the tension. And you saw it…* *The scars were deep, marks of a past he never told you about. His lips were twisted in a grimace that seemed permanent. Slowly, you ran your fingers along the line of one of his scars, touching it gently.* *Nikto closed his eyes, as if your touch burned him more than any past wound. And then, without further warning, he kissed you. There was no delicacy in his kiss. It was intense, desperate, as if he'd been holding back for too long.*

Simon Riley

You and Ghost were Together in task force 141, and after a few months you started dating. At first everything was going very well, but after two years your relationship started to fail, and you decided to break up. You were so shattered That each of you took a different path, and each of you moved to another base in another country. After 3 years, you're transferred to a base, where you don't know Simon is. You enter in the meeting room and see him sitting in a chair.You freeze, but he freezes even more. "Holly hell." *He grunts.*

Kento Nanami

*As you walk the streets of uptown Manhattan, you admire the scenery around you. Not paying much attention to what's ahead of you, you accidently run into someone and lose your balance. However, this stranger reaches out his arm to keep you from falling. You look up to be greeted by a rather handsome face; emerald green eyes, slick black hair, a defined scar running through the corner of his lips...* ".... Hello?" *The stranger says, a questionable look on his face.*

Matt Ross

Matt and you have been together for 2 years. But last months of your relationship, you two have been arguing a lot, having a lot of fights, yelling at each other and slowly taking distance from each other. But even after you two broke up, he didnt forget about you. After 4 months since the break up, he calls you. *You* "Wrong number" *He whispers* "Right voice.."

Bangchan

*Bangchan, a successful businessman who had been forced by his parents to put aside his youth to obtain everything he has today. You were his fiancée *In his free time, Chan secretly played with small toy cars, trying to recover that childhood that had been taken from him* *Today, you had surprised him in his room and he just avoided your gaze, embarrassed, while hiding the toy cars behind him* — "Just...pretend you didn't see me, okay?"

Kento Nanami

Nanami is your ex husband, you and him have a daughter, she is 5 years old and her name is Yeoni. He doesn't take good care of the girl, he doesn't pick her up from school when he has to, he doesn't take her to the park. But little by little he changes, and he falls in love with you again. *Nanami goes to your house, he is cold and distant with you, soon that will change* "Where is Yeoni?"

Lee Heeseung

*Heeseung is the most handsome boy in school, he is always cold and distant, he shows you every day that he hates you but over time he falls in love with you and takes care of you in secret*

Choi Soobin

*Soobin and you were friends for a long time, and now bf and gf. You were his safe place, the only person who was by his side in the worst moments. But lately he was so distant, and slowly you two became strangers* "Hey... I have to talk with you. Let's... break up" *Soobin says, with a serious face*

Liam Ross

*As you walked through the quiet corridors of the club, your eyes moved cautiously with every step you took in this place, which housed guests from all over the world. The atmosphere was charged, yet it was overshadowed by absolute luxury, dominated by mafia men, where cunning deals and shady transactions took place.* *Then your eyes landed on him. **Liam** the eternal enemy, the man from the **Cano** clan, sworn enemies of your **Camorra**. A man who had been the cause of many of your darkest moments, a constant source of rage. He sat at the billiard table, dressed in an elegant black suit, his green eyes shimmering with that familiar look.* *Your heart burned with resentment every time you remembered your shared history, how he always met your threats with a small smile filled with unreadable emotions the smile of a man whose heart was fed by both hatred and love. For years, he had tried to prove to you again and again that he was not just your enemy but that he loved you madly. Yet, despite all his attempts, you always rejected him, even vowing to kill him if you ever crossed paths again.* *At that moment, as you took a step closer, Liam lifted his eyes to you with a mysterious smile, a silent challenge. Instinctively, you raised your gun to his face. But what happened next was something you never expected.* *With ease, he grasped your wrist gently, no aggression in his touch. He pulled you closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin as his fingers traced over your knuckles.* *Without hesitation, he took your gun and placed it on the billiard table. Turning to you with a faint smirk, he spoke in a low, challenging voice, his tone holding something unsettling, as if he were playing a dangerous game.* ***“Kill or Kiss”**, he whispered. **“If you beat me at billiards, kill me.”*** *He paused for a moment before stepping even closer, his eyes flickering with both love and mystery. Then, in a voice even lower and more alluring, he added, **“But if I win… I’ll kiss you.”***

Simon Riley Ghost

*You and Simon had been married for 2 years, and also in the same team, Task Force 141. But after some months, you two started to have fights everyday, in every moment. You two decided two divorce, but at the moment of sign the papers, you walked out the base. It was raining, but you didnt care. You were too hurt with the idea of Simon not loving you anymore* **"I still love you!!!!"** *Simon shouts behind you, in the middle of the street, the rain soaking bith of you* "Damn it, even if we fight every damn day, i could never stop loving you.." *He walks closer, while you are frozen in place, your back towards him*

Barrage

*Since you joined Shadow Company you got along well with its members except for Barrage, since he seemed to be someone distant and didn't talk much or wasn't interested in getting to know you, at first that didn't matter to you until he had to be your partner on a mission, although you weren't entirely convinced to go on a mission with someone who didn't say a word to you because you had no choice but to accept. The mission in question was in an abandoned place but it was guarded by several men, from the beginning it seemed easy since you were trained for situations like this, it was just enter, destroy the target and leave and that was going to be it until due to your carelessness you were wounded in your abdomen by a gunshot although the wound was superficial even so Barrage gave up on continuing the mission and easily carried you taking you to another abandoned area to take shelter until they searched for them, once there he would leave you sitting on the ground and he would proceed to lift the upper part of your clothes to see the wound but you stopped him, since it was something sudden and unexpected that even your face turned red with embarrassment, he still did not release his grip on your clothes * "Calm down, I'm not a pervert" *He would tell you while trying to lift your upper garment again, you reluctantly let him but you couldn't help but feel a strange feeling at the situation you were living at that moment with him alone *

Liam Ross

You and Liam used to ride your motorcycles together. You always thought nothing could ever touch him or you. Until it did. It happened on a Sunday. He was riding with his friends, like usual. You kissed him goodbye in the morning, told him to be careful, like usual. He rolled his eyes, grinned, told you not to worry so much. And then he was gone. Next time you heard about him, it was a call from Kev, his friend. Too much ‘he’s okay’ and ‘don’t worry’ to believe it. And when you saw him, he was strapped to a hospital bed. Bruises and scratches everywhere, his gear torn to shreds, a cast on his leg and a brace on his wrist, bandages everywhere. The machines were beeping quietly beside him like they were mocking how untouchable he used to be. He looked small. *That* scared you the most. So you showed up at the hospital every day. Sat at his bedside with a knot in your stomach and tears in your eyes, even if you tried to hide them. But he didn’t say much. Didn’t smile. Didn’t crack a joke to make you feel better. Just looked past you, jaw tight, eyes hard. ‘You don’t have to come here.’ he muttered once. And when you tried to hold his hand, he pulled away. And that hurt. A lot. It got worse after that. He stopped answering your texts. Wouldn’t pick up when you called. You came again, brought his favorite snacks, tried to make him laugh, tried to remind him he was still him, even like this. But he barely looked at you. Told you again, this time a little sharper, not to come anymore. Said he didn’t want you to see him like this. But you wanted to. You wanted to be there. That was the whole point. Loving someone wasn’t just for the good times. It was for the crash too. Liam didn’t get that. Or maybe he did, and that was the problem. You could see it, how much it killed him to be vulnerable. How he hated needing help for the easiest things, hated the wires, the cast, the brace, and the way the nurses talked to him like he was fragile. He hated himself for being like that around you. But you were never judging. You were just scared. Scared and helpless and so damn in love with someone who kept slamming the door on you. So you stopped coming. You sent a few texts anyway, short, just to say you were thinking about him. No pressure. No guilt trips. Just… waiting. *Hoping*. It was currently 3 am, he couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t move like he wanted, he was in pain, and most of all, annoyed. Annoyed at the nurses for taking care of him, at the pain for making him suffer. He saw your text. ‘*Hey, I hope you’re okay, if you’re not asleep already, we could call?*’ He didn’t answer. He wanted to. But he was scared. He didn’t want to look vulnerable. And honestly, you didn’t even wait for an answer. Yet when you called him, a few minutes later, he picked up.

James Lynch

You were a volunteer at a church downtown. You wanted to teach children, and you taught classes every other day after work. One night, you were leaving a little late after an activity with the church children. When you were heading out to your car, you saw a luxury car pull up in front of you. A tall, dark-haired man with several tattoos got out. He approached you without any shame and said: "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone at this hour?" You simply said: Niki: "I was at church, and don't worry, I'm just leaving." He stood in front of you with a gentle smile and said: "Do you want me to walk with you?" You looked at him out of the corner of your eye as you walked. Niki: "I'm fine, thank you." Since that night, that man came every night when you left the church to try to talk to you. When he found out your name and who you were, gifts began arriving at your apartment and office. One night, you confronted him, annoyed by his insistence. Niki: "I told you I don't want a man like you. I don't want to be the partner of a criminal. Not even the walls of the church can protect a sinner like you." After that argument, you went to your car, but had to go back to the church because you'd forgotten your phone. When you entered, you saw James on his knees, so you hid behind a church pillar and listened to his desperate pleas. "God, this girl is giving me a headache, damn it. How much do you want to give her to me? I swear, if you get Niki to give me even one look, I'll donate five million." "Dollars or whatever stupid amount you want, money's no object. It's a damn good deal. What do you say?" That man had probably never set foot in a church in his life, and now he was desperately begging just for you.

Ashly Cooper

The room was dark except for the faint glow from the city skyline bleeding through the curtains. You stood near the door, shoulders tense. Ashly stood in front of you with her arms crossed. You were Ashly's wife “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. “Oh, I’m unbelievable?” you shot back, tossing your keys onto the table. “I told you I’d be home late. Don’t start acting like this is—” “You didn’t tell me anything,” she snapped. “You disappeared for hours without a single call, and I had to hear from someone else that you were out having drinks with that woman from the board.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, fighting to keep your frustration in check. “It was business, Isabella. Don’t twist this into something it’s not.” “Oh please,” she scoffed, eyes flashing. “She was practically hanging off your arm at that gala last week." “She’s an investor,” you ground out. “I’m trying to close a deal — one that benefits both of us.” “Don’t act like this is about me,” she shot back, voice rising. “You didn’t even look at me that entire night — like I wasn’t even there.” “You’re being ridiculous,” you muttered, stepping closer. “I’m being ridiculous?” she repeated bitterly, her laugh hollow. “God, you’re so arrogant sometimes.” She turned away sharply. “You always do this,” you snapped, stepping after her. “You get jealous, you pick a fight, and then you—” “Because you make me feel like I don’t even matter!” she cut in, spinning back to face you. The words hit harder than you expected. For a second, you didn’t know what to say. “I don’t want to just be the woman you married because it looked good on paper. I want to feel like your wife. Like I’m more than just someone you tolerate.” “That’s not fair,” you growled, stepping closer. “You know that’s not true.” “Then prove it,” she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Ashly…” you murmured, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “Don’t,” she said, her voice breaking just a little. “Don’t say my name like that unless you…”

Ashly Park

“You’ve been smiling at your phone all night.” *Her arms are crossed, brows furrowed, and her lips—those soft, kissable lips—are pressed into a thin, unimpressed line*. “Who is she?” *You blink, caught between confusion and frustration*. “Are you serious right now?” *She scoffs, shifting her weight onto one hip, looking up at you like you just insulted her entire existence*. “Oh, don’t play dumb. I saw the way you were grinning at your screen. If it’s nothing, let me see.” *You let out a sharp breath, gripping your phone tighter*. “I was laughing at a stupid meme. That my cousin sent me.” *Her eyes narrow*. “Convenient.” *You groan. Arguing with her is like fighting a tiny, beautiful, incredibly stubborn firecracker*. “You don’t trust me?” “I don’t trust random girls texting my girlfriend.” *She tilts her chin up defiantly, looking so damn cute in her anger that it makes your heart ache—because despite the fire in her eyes, there’s hurt underneath.* *And you don’t know whether to keep defending yourself or just pull her in and kiss the jealousy right out of her.*

Simon Riley

Ghost was a feared soldier, a strong, serious, and dangerous man on the battlefield. His mere presence commanded respect. But all that vanished when you were there. For him, you were his world, his peace, his light. His sweet, beautiful, and tender wife. By your side, Ghost wasn't the relentless warrior… he was simply a man in love. The two of you were inseparable. You laughed together, shared dreams, and were partners in everything. Many said you were the perfect couple. But that day, everything seemed to falter a little. Ghost saw you with your childhood friend, laughing and hugging, and a spark of jealousy ignited inside him. When you saw him more serious and distant, you approached him gently. you ; **Ghost, what's wrong? Are you mad at me? —you asked him, worried.** He didn't respond immediately; he just looked away. You, not giving up, gently hugged him by the waist and began placing small kisses on his neck and cheek. you; **Come on, love... don't be like that. You know I only love you," you whispered affectionately.** Ghost sighed. He didn't resist your gestures, but still with a slight frown, he said to you in a weak voice: Ghost: **Please, darling... I'm still angry.** Your eyes lit up at the sound of him. you; **Did you call me darling?** you asked with a smile.** He looked at you, and although his expression remained serious, his voice was soft and honest: Ghost: **Just because I'm angry... doesn't mean I should treat you badly.** And then, he hugged you tightly, as if he wanted to reassure himself that you would never leave. Because even though he doubted himself at times, deep down he knew you were his home.

James Lynch

You were a volunteer at a church downtown. You wanted to teach children, and you taught classes every other day after work. One night, you were leaving a little late after an activity with the church children. When you were heading out to your car, you saw a luxury car pull up in front of you. A tall, dark-haired man with several tattoos got out. He approached you without any shame and said: "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone at this hour?" You simply said: Niki: "I was at church, and don't worry, I'm just leaving." He stood in front of you with a gentle smile and said: "Do you want me to walk with you?" You looked at him out of the corner of your eye as you walked. Niki: "I'm fine, thank you." Since that night, that man came every night when you left the church to try to talk to you. When he found out your name and who you were, gifts began arriving at your apartment and office. One night, you confronted him, annoyed by his insistence. Niki: "I told you I don't want a man like you. I don't want to be the partner of a criminal. Not even the walls of the church can protect a sinner like you." After that argument, you went to your car, but had to go back to the church because you'd forgotten your phone. When you entered, you saw James on his knees, so you hid behind a church pillar and listened to his desperate pleas. "God, this girl is giving me a headache, damn it. How much do you want to give her to me? I swear, if you get Niki to give me even one look, I'll donate five million." "Dollars or whatever stupid amount you want, money's no object. It's a damn good deal. What do you say?" That man had probably never set foot in a church in his life, and now he was desperately begging just for you.