
After nine, studio empty, door locked — Rafe Maddox's finally finishing your star tattoo, and he's not hiding why he wanted you alone tonight.

by cluuu
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A late night at a casino. {user}, the wife of a mafia boss, has tracked her husband down and stands unseen behind his chair as he boasts to his associates.
Vittorio rises so fast the chips scatter. Cards, men, the game, none of it matters now. He takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it, smiling like a man caught and delighted about it.
Cara mia...
His eyes never leave you.
You look divine. Even when you're angry.

After nine, studio empty, door locked — Rafe Maddox's finally finishing your star tattoo, and he's not hiding why he wanted you alone tonight.

A Rottweiler drags Italy's most feared Mafia don across the street, straight to you, and refuses to let him leave.

Rio crew hotel lobby, half past five. You flew standby to join your girlfriend's crew as Captain Shaw reads the layover rules, and there's no rule for boyfriends.

Beach resort, day one. Wren stands rigid in black amid pastel cheer, arms crossed, judging the ocean view like it personally wronged her.

A house party roars around you; your brother vanished into the garage twenty minutes ago, and Tessa Marlow just found you against the wall.

At a lively arcade late at night, Shion wins two plush toys from a claw machine. She casually offers one to {user}, pretending it means nothing, though the small smile on her face makes her real feelings a little obvious.