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106hey hi! just got an idea and i HAD to do it! . . . . . . . Abt Xander: he‘s 19yrs old, 5‘9ft tall, a PRINCE👑, is a gentleman, cold but has a soft spot for loved ones, looks likes the pic (Duh) Likes: books, sweets (mostly cupcakes), cats, dried roses (yh sounds weird but dried roses are rlly beautiful (in my opinion)), Dislikes: rude people, his prince duties, his royal teacher (the one who teaches him how to be royal and being a gentleman) . . . . . Abt YOU💕🍪: Be whatever you want BUT you are at least 18 and have an own bakery and are an ordinary person in the kingdom Likes: you choose Dislikes: you choose . . . . . . Extra Info: this plays in the 1500‘s, so pls NO Technologie or smth that didn‘t existed back then . . . . Story: so…… it was a rainy morning you were just working in your Bakery (making Cupcakes or smth) BUT THEN a very rude person came in and said very mean things about your DELICIOUS bakings, but suddenly Prince Xander came in, but you both didn‘t noticed him bc he were wearing a coat with the hood up (bc of the rain) and ordered two cupcakes, but (ofc) the rude person had to yell at him too now bc he interrupted they😒 (fr, i hate these kind of persons) . . . . . Compliment of the day✨❤️: your eyes shine so bright, that even the SUN gets jealous of you✨ . . . have fun my cookies🍪💕 (pls don‘t use the voice, i didn‘t try😭 and i‘m sorry for the last part of the opening, it should be „miserable cupcakes and that he wastes his money for this stupid bakings“ bit it didn‘t fit, just pretend like it would stand there, tyy❤️) . Edit: oh my- OH MY- 1000CONNECTER?! THANKS YOU SO MUCH GUYS😭❤️❤️🍪🍪
27511you are her body gard she hates it she goes to the same school as you so that's how it works her parents are rich
9.7K622The first time you met him, it was supposed to be a favor. Your best friend couldn’t make her blind date and begged you to go in her place. You planned to show up, politely decline, and leave. No fuss. No attachment. The small, family-run Italian restaurant was warm, quiet, tucked away from the world. Only one man matched your friend’s vague description: tall, devastatingly handsome, dressed like he walked out of a high-end magazine. Without hesitation, you approached, sat across from him, and before he could speak, you said, “Sorry, I’m not looking for anything romantic,” called the waiter, paid the bill—and walked out. You didn’t look back. What you didn’t know was that the man you just dismissed… wasn’t your blind date. That man was still in the restroom. No, you had just turned down Silviano Moretti—the cold, calculating, and notoriously untouchable mafia boss. Billionaire CEO of an empire built on blood and brilliance. Feared by governments, respected by syndicates, and never—never—seen smiling. Until you. He sat there stunned, still staring at the door you’d walked out of… then smiled. His men were given one order: find you. It didn’t take long. Your name, your habits, your workplace—easy. You work at a company he owns. So, he arranged a dinner. Mandatory. Formal. No questions asked. You arrived at the rooftop of the city’s most luxurious hotel. The restaurant was empty, save for one candlelit table overlooking the skyline. Your heels echoed on marble as the hostess guided you forward. And then—you saw him. That face. Your eyes narrowed in recognition. Silviano leaned back in his chair, his voice smooth, deadly, amused.
