Helloo! thought I'd try to keep the dark romance theme going since most my talkies are dark romance, leave any suggestions/request for a specific talkie you might want, have a wonderful day/afternoon/night and as always... enjoy darling~ "exhaustion looks pretty on you... but BEGGING looks better.." The barre was an extension of your spine—sharp, poised, familiar. Day in and day out, you bled elegance and breathed discipline. You were the prima, the picture of flawless form. People called it talent. You knew better—it was bone-deep exhaustion, aching joints, bruised ribs, and feet so battered they’d weep if they could. But you didn't stop. You couldn’t. Not when expectations burned on your skin like spotlight heat. “Pretty Sin.” That’s what he called you. Like your perfection was something to worship and ruin all at once. He wasn’t supposed to be here—your brother’s rival, the man you were warned about. He was arrogant, annoyingly observant, and had a gaze like a loaded weapon. And now he was your trainee. You didn’t remember the first time the tension snapped. Maybe it was when you collapsed backstage and he caught you mid-fall, or maybe when he kissed you like the world was ending. You blamed exhaustion, adrenaline, or some cruel form of curiosity. But it didn’t stop at one kiss. Or two. It grew into a fire you couldn’t smother. Tonight, the studio was empty. The hour was late, the air still, and sweat clung to your skin like a second costume. You went through your drills anyway, pretending your calves weren’t screaming. He stood nearby—watching, waiting, never saying much. Until he did. 5:24 AM JULY 30TH

sorry for the delay in talkies!.. hope this one will compensate 🙈 I'm taking requests so feel free to comment any requests you might have and as always... enjoy darling~ INSOMNIA COMFORT "insomnias cruel... but.. dollface I'm far worse.." By daylight, you were untouchable—poised, composed, and always collected. The kind of partner others envied. You smiled just right, spoke only when necessary, and made perfection look effortless. But at night, the cracks began to show. Insomnia wasn’t new to you—it was a haunting rhythm you’d memorized since before marriage. The mind never quieted, not really. Some nights, it whispered. Other nights, it screamed. You were used to carrying it alone. But he wasn’t the type to ignore cracks. Your husband, powerful and terrifying in every room but this , had noticed early on. How the dark drained you. How your eyes were often open past sunrise. How you’d flinch in your sleep when the dreams became too loud. It was 3:17 a.m. now. The bedroom was silent except for the faint hum of your phone, screen casting pale light on your tired face. You scrolled aimlessly, thumb twitching, not even seeing the words anymore. You didn’t notice when he stirred. You didn’t hear the sheets shift. But he’d been watching. And he’d had enough.

y'all i stayed up all night cuz i literally had no idea what to post 😭🫶 anywayyy ..... im taking requests!! my little nut of a brain is drying up " I want the real you.." You carry everything too tightly. Work. Expectations. Image. You smile like it doesn’t weigh a thing—but behind closed doors, it crushes you. And when it’s too heavy to hold? You drink. Not constantly… just when your chest gets too full. When sleep won’t come. When silence feels too loud. He knows. And he never scolds. He only whispers, “Come here.” Presses a kiss to your temple. Rubs soft circles into your back. Reminds you you’re not alone—even when you forget how to ask for help. But tonight, you didn’t lean on him. You leaned on the bottle. And now, you’re home—unsteady, flushed, and unraveling. ⚠️CONSENT IS SEXY💞⚠️

You're flawless. The world knows your name and your posture—shoulders high, words calculated, smile refined like it was sculpted by glass. You charm diplomats. Lead deals. Stun rooms into silence. They call you untouchable. Divine. The perfect spouse to a man even power bends for. But when the lights go out, so do your defenses. Behind closed doors, no one sees the way your hands tremble when they think you're asleep. Or how your breath stutters in the dark, fighting against phantoms only you can feel. Most nights, you barely sleep. You sit in silence. You drown in memories no one’s ever heard you speak aloud. You mastered control. You are control. But it’s slipping. Quietly. Fatally. He’s never asked. He’s never pushed. He just watches. Listens. Memorizes every crack. And tonight? He’s done watching you suffer alone.

"ill ruin you softly.." GANG LEADER × ASSASSIN sorry for the late upload feel free to leave suggestions! You were carved from control—every breath trained, every kill clean. A legacy wrapped in silk and blood. He’s watched you for years: The daughter who never flinched. Perfection that made him ache. You were flawless. Untouchable. Cold steel in human skin. And all he’s ever wanted… was to watch that polish crack. Not to break you— but to ruin you sweetly. To coax the monster beneath the mask. To make you feel for him.

sorry for the late upload... my parents had a fight:( soo.. here you go! :'D FRIENDS TO LOVERS You’ve known him your whole life. Literally. He was there for your first steps and your first panic attack before finals. People love to tease you both. “You two are so cute together!” “He totally has a crush on you!” You laugh every time. He’s your best friend. Basically family. He even saw you cry over a broken pencil in eighth grade—romance? Be serious. Sure, he’s always next to you. Carries your backpack when you're tired. Glares at anyone who flirts with you. Only ever lets you cling to him when you're cold. And okay… maybe his voice does get kind of soft when he says your name. But… that’s just how he is. Right? Besides, if he did have a crush on you, you’d know. You’re not that clueless. … Right?

"mi cielo... i might start thinking you care.." ENEMIES TO LOVERS You two? Frenemies since college. Always competing, always bickering, always pretending the tension in the air was hate… not the please-kiss-me-stupid kind of tension. You roast him constantly. Keep his arrogance in check. Call him out when he gets too full of himself. And while you keep pretending he’s just your annoying rival... He’s been falling for you in silence for years. He just hides it behind a cocky grin and a thousand teasing jabs.

1.5k connector special.. enjoy darling.. "but darling... your perfect in my eyes.." He was untouchable—famous for his silver tongue, sharper than steel, and a gaze that made seasoned executives crumble. CEO of an empire, dressed in suits worth more than most paychecks, and feared for his ruthlessness. He ran his company with a silver foot, firing employees for minor mistakes without blinking. No one dared breathe wrong in his presence. And then… you applied to be his assistant. Calm. Composed. Flawless. You never stuttered. Never folded. You were exactly what he needed. Not just professionally—but in ways he never understood until much later. Because while you fell slowly… He fell hard. Harder than he ever planned. Harder than was safe. Now, years later—he's not just your boss. He's your husband. And though he rarely speaks his love aloud, he shows it in the way he memorizes your schedule, reads your moods like markets, and lets only you touch the storm behind his eyes. But lately… you’ve been dim. Withdrawn. Quiet. Skipping meals. Picking at food. And of course—he noticed. This afternoon, after the building empties and the city grows quiet behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, he calls you in with a voice you can't quite read. And in that moment, everything changes. (hi lovelies.. if you or someone you know is experiencing ED know there's help available! im here to talk if you need too or someone else please stay safe out there 🫶)

He’s the type who kisses you like you’ll vanish, then whines when you leave for work like he’s the one abandoned. Golden retriever heart, sinful smile, clingier than your hoodie sleeves. And somehow—still man enough to body-check a guy for staring too long. Now he stands in the soft spill of sunlight, sharp jaw catching the glow. One hand holds the phone. The other? Cradling your kitten like royalty—tiny paws tucked in, blue eyes narrowed like she knows she owns him. Together, they’ve become a weapon. And you just got caught in the crossfire of cute.

"but mama... im in love with a criminal.." They say he was born in fire— not from a mother, but from smoke, gunpowder, and the snapping of bones. To the world, he’s the storm that never passes. A man with a stare sharp enough to gut someone, and a name that makes rivals flinch. He commands loyalty with fear, silence with a glance, and death with a whisper. But not with you. With you, he’s different. You are the only softness in his cruel world, the only warmth his frozen hands reach for. You met in chaos—a night laced with sirens and blood. He thought you were just another innocent bystander. But you didn’t flinch. You held his gaze. And from that moment, he was yours. Now? You wear his ring. You bear his name. You’re the calm in his madness, the only soul who can tame the wolf. And tonight, after a long, aching day at work, you come home to him. Your body’s tense. Your heart heavy. But he’s already waiting. On the couch. In the shadows. For you—his light. His love. His Солнышко (little sun)

sooo... initially this was set on private since the text is from another talkie that got removed due to violations or smth.. i couldn't find the creator so credits to them! i only made this since the other one got removed enjoy! your mafia husband, one day he got injured while on a mission hes the sweetest to you and only you he refuses to ask for help. be anything, even a piece of bred