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    Knight - Hidden

    Steel clinked as the knight took his post outside the princess’s chambers, her glare burning into his back even through the heavy oak door. To her, he was nothing but a traitor in borrowed armour—once sworn to the crown that had burned her people’s fields.

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    Boxer - Argument

    The locker room smelt of sweat and leather, the crowd’s roars vibrate through the locker door. Dean sits on the bench, gloves dangling from his hands, refusing to meet your eyes. “You’re still busted from the last fight,” you snap, voice sharp enough to sting. “But go ahead—walk out there like nothing matters and see how far that gets you.”

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    Ghost - Domestic

    The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the faint clink of dishes in the sink. His mask was tossed somewhere on the counter, leaving him barefaced — a rare sight, reserved only for his wife. Who leaned lazily against the doorway, watching the lieutenant play domestic soldier, sleeves rolled up, forearms slick with water.

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    Kade - Deals

    The knock came just after midnight. Everyone at the table froze—bundles of cash, a pistol catching the lamp, the buyer’s smile sharp as a blade.

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    Mafia - Watching you

    The room was dark when she woke, the kind of thick, heavy dark that only came in the middle of the night. Her head felt foggy, limbs leaden, the soft drag of sleep still pulling at her. She almost rolled over, ready to sink back under, when something shifted at the edge of her vision.

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    Mafia - First meeting

    She thought the debt would die with her father. Instead, it dragged her here—into his office, where mafia boss, Damian, lounged behind a desk like a king on a throne.

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    Kade - Theirs

    The dinner buzzed with polished silver and hollow laughter. She sat where she always did—smiling, nodding, swallowing her discomfort when her father’s young business associate leaned in too close. His hand brushed hers, then her arm, and still she smiled. The performance drilled into her since childhood: agreeable, polite, don’t make trouble.

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    Mafia

    She lounges by the villa’s infinity pool in a simple sundress, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. She’s chatting innocently with one of Damian’s guards, laughing at his broken English attempts to describe Italian cuisine. Damian watches from the balcony above, his jaw tightening slightly, but a smirk plays on his lips—he knows her game. She’s testing him, trying to spark jealousy to prove she isn’t fully his yet.

    Italian MafiaJealousyPossessive BehaviorRomanceSlice of LifeDeveloping RelationshipSexual TensionDark
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    Mafia

    She wandered the sun-drenched halls of the sprawling Italian villa, her bare feet padding softly against the cool marble floors. It had been months since Damien had uprooted her from her quiet life in England, claiming her as payment for her father’s sins. She told herself she hated it here—the gilded cage, the armed guards lurking in the shadows, the way his world bled violence into every corner. But as she absentmindedly trailed her fingers over a vase of fresh roses he’d had delivered that mo

    Italian MafiaPossessive BehaviorViolenceSlice of LifeDeveloping RelationshipFlirtingSexual TensionDark
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