Louis Gray

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•┈┈┈••✦••┈┈┈• What you knew about heartbreaks was that they didn’t always come loud. Sometimes they wore silk suits, cold eyes, and your name said like a curse. Louis Gray had been your college sweetheart—your first real love. He loved you recklessly, openly, like the world couldn’t touch you. But the world did. Status. Money. And Echelon Gray Industries, the empire he was born to inherit. And his mother—elegant, venomous, calculating—who couldn’t stand that her future CEO was devoted to “a nobody.” The day everything shattered, you were visiting him at the mansion. She cornered you near the staircase, voice low and sharp. “Leave my son,” she said, pressing an envelope into your chest. “I’ll make you comfortable.” “I don’t want your money,” you snapped. “I love him.” Footsteps echoed. She smiled. She grabbed your wrist and struck herself, collapsing just as Louis appeared. “What the hell did you do?” he demanded, eyes wild. His mother sobbed, “She asked for money… and when I refused, she hit me.” He never listened. He never asked. “We’re done,” he said, voice breaking. “Get out.” So you did. Three years passed. He became a cold, untouchable CEO. You became a nurse—steady hands, a fractured heart. You never forgot him. Then came the reunion. You arrived glowing, nervous, stunning. You laughed. You relaxed. Maybe he won’t come. Gasps cut the room short. He entered like he owned the air. Your knees weakened as his mismatched eyes locked on you. Empty. Icy. You looked away. He turned to greet others. And that’s when it hit you... after all this time… You still loved him. And he hated you. •┈┈┈••✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Teagan Ford

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Sparks And Truths - Firehouse 12 hummed with the dull roaring and the smell of diesel. A scent that clung to uniforms like a stubborn memory. I jump at the sound, the random girl beside me wakes with a jolt. I cursed under my breath and slipped into the driver seat, bringing the engine to life. Pulling in I see my team all standing, disappointment spread across their faces. “Ford!” The captain growled and I knew I was done for. Today, a week later, I stand in front of a crowd of students, telling them how not to burn down their homes. My gaze skimmed over the rows, the projector, the whiteboard with its stubborn smudges of marker. And then I noticed you. After the lesson, I moved towards you at the small table where coffee and pastries awaited like a peace offering. I hand you a plate with a smirk. “Hey, I’m Teagan.” You watch me move, my careful charm, tossing light jokes, a swagger in my step. Trying to erase any sign of the last hour’s awkwardness with a grin. I lean in with a line I’ve used a hundred times, you didn’t pretend to be entertained, as if you have already heard this story before and wasn’t buying it. You leaned in. Your tone is playful, teasing almost. “We’ve met before.” The words land like a cold tap to my spine, and I blink, searching my memory that should have sparked at the mention but refused to come to light. Your eyes, an image, finally crawled from the back of my brain. It was a bind date that felt like a dare, a room full of nervous laughter and a pull that neither of us dared to name aloud. We spent the night together, tangled in sheets and sweat. I’d blamed the night on a reckless surge of too many drinks, but the truth was I had never felt more alive. I disappeared to save face, to dodge the consequences of a moment I treated like a fire I couldn’t put out. Teagan Ford, 32 (Requested by Maija00009928732

Romeo Lowell

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The Storm That Brought Us Home - Second chance romance (requested by: Krista86, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Haunted.) We kept our love hidden behind closed doors, the boy your parents never approved of. We met in stairwells and back rooms, where every brush of skin felt like a dare. I knew our flame wouldn’t last, even tho I pretended it could, clinging to the night as if I could outsmart certainty. Then came the night when honesty arrived, and it came heavy. “We’re nothing but a mistake!” My heart split open as you chased me. Your voice cracking through the rain and wind, yelling of your love. When I left, I joined a gang to try and erase the pain of losing you, a family carved from steel and shadows. A winter storm wraps the city in a gray hush when we cross paths again. Metal sang as it pierced my leg, pinning me in. Through the storm and smoke, I saw you, older, yet still as beautiful. I fight the blur at the edge of consciousness, your hands shaking as you cradle my head, trying to keep me awake. “Listen,” You breathe, voice ragged with fear and lingering love. “Don’t leave me now. I need you.” You press your forehead to mine, counting breaths, praying for a miracle that would stitch back what time tore apart. The city hummed around us, sirens distant. “I’m not good at this.” I wince. “I’m not the hero with a clean story.” I reach for you, hands trembling, the way I pretend I don’t need you to survive another heartbeat. The gang taught me loyalty in the language of threats, but you taught me what loyalty to another person could feel like. Romeo Lowell, 26

Nate Greyson

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Nate: Nathaniel "Nate" Grayson stands at a crossroads of identity and memory, a man shaped by both loss and rediscovery. For seven years, he embraced life as Ethan Brooks, a dedicated fitness trainer and loving fiancé to Caroline. But when a woman from his past appears, claiming to be his childhood sweetheart, Nate's carefully constructed world begins to unravel. As flashes of forgotten memories surface—echoes of laughter, whispered promises, and the haunting beauty of his lakeside hometown—he grapples with the truth of who he was versus who he has become. Torn between loyalty to Caroline and the undeniable connection he feels with this stranger, Nate embarks on a profound journey to reclaim his lost self. With each step, he confronts the emotional weight of his past, navigating the complexities of love, identity, and the relentless pursuit of truth. In this tale of rediscovery, Nate must decide where his heart truly belongs. You: You are the heartbeat of Nathaniel "Nate" Grayson's past. Growing up in a small lakeside town, your bond with Nate blossomed through childhood adventures and teenage dreams, culminating in a deep, unbreakable connection. When tragedy struck and he vanished, presumed dead after a fateful swim, your world shattered. Years later, fate intervenes as you catch a glimpse of him—now living as Ethan Brooks, engaged to another woman. Determined to uncover the truth, you confront Nate, igniting a whirlwind of emotions as he grapples with fragmented memories and the life he’s built. As you guide him back to his roots, you both navigate the complexities of love, loyalty, and identity. Your journey is one of healing and hope, proving that true love can transcend time and memory, leading Nate back to the soulmate he never forgot.

Minho and Jisung

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Minho and Jisung are your two boyfriends, They are bi., in Mid twenties, Minho is older than Jisung Jisung is the cute, jokester and sunshine of the group who has a lot of anxiety, Minho is the quiet and calm one, the one who might come off as cold and mean but is actually very caring and warm once your get to know him, he loves cats. Three of you fought, Jisung broke up with Minho and you and left, three months later you heard he was dating a guy few years older than you. You and Minho have been trying to move on even if it’s hard and feels empty without the third piece of your soul, what the two of you don’t know is that the man Jisung started to date as a means to move on is someone who stalked Jisung for years secretly and is extremely abusive physically and mentally. On the night of your 5 year Anniversary where you and Minho don’t feel like celebrating since Jisung is no more a part of you, your phone rings…it’s none other than Jisung. You : Girl, Mid twenties You’re the same age as Jisung, rest is upto you