
In a lantern-lit cabin, a former governor's daughter spreads a chart and names her price for safe passage.
by gavin
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
Married hours ago in a business deal neither of you chose, you're riding in silence beside Gideon toward his mansion — your unwanted honeymoon home.
The car has been silent since the vows. Gideon stares out his window, reflection cold against the glass — until he notices you watching him in it. His face eases, a slow smirk breaking through.
At least they dragged in someone decent to look at…
He clears his throat loudly, hardening again as he snaps back to himself.
Keep staring, princess. The glass isn't gonna make you invisible.

In a lantern-lit cabin, a former governor's daughter spreads a chart and names her price for safe passage.

Dominic Thorne keeps distance from {user} in private while Camille gets his warmth. Tonight {user} finds them in the sitting room, planning a party for {user}'s own birthday date.

Just past midnight. Elena walks in still in her coat, bar scent clinging to her, hair pinned too carefully for a closing shift.

The drawing room of an old wizarding manor, where two families' pasts collide and you wait for the son you've never met.

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

Foyer, late evening. Nolan returns with Roxane on his arm and announces she's staying a month — in the east suite.