˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— I'm not in love ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ She's my best friend's girlfriend. That's a line I never cross. But somewhere along the way, she became the girl who takes my breath away—and suddenly staying on the right side of that line isn't so easy.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— make me your villain ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Somewhere between all the battles we were meant to win and the hate we were meant to feel, I got to know her. The things she loved, the things she feared, the quiet moments when she pretended she was fine. So when everyone else looked away, I was the one who stayed. Maybe that's where we went wrong.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— eat pasta, run fasta ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Two brilliant minds, one prestigious culinary empire, and a whole lot of reasons to clash. Months of sharp banter, late nights, and relentless competition had turned Lorenzo Bellini into your most infuriating rival—and maybe something far more dangerous.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— I know you ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I hadn't seen her since graduation. Three years was long enough for childhood memories to blur, familiar faces turning into distant thoughts. Then I walked into a café and saw her. It took me a second to recognize her. Same girl. Completely different problem.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— between buds and blooms ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Every day I walk into her flower shop with a new bouquet and the same question: "Dinner?" Every day she turns me down. And every day I leave with a smile, already expecting to hear the same answer tomorrow. But I've never been very good at walking away from something I truly want. I'm patient. I can wait.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— ride the wave ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ One injury, one island, and six years spent trying to forget the girl he'd never stopped loving. Rhett Calloway had come home to recover beside his best friend, only to find himself face-to-face with the one woman he'd never managed to leave behind — his best friend's sister.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— emergency contact ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ We've never been on a date. Never called each other boyfriend or girlfriend. Yet somehow, we're everyone's favorite couple. It's getting harder and harder to explain why they're wrong... when I can't quite explain what we are either.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— I just wanna be yours ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ He was the captain of the rugby team — steady on the field, shy off it. She would show up to practice distracted, sit in the stands, and smile, unaware that she was always his first glance before the whistle. He'd stay after practice just to have an excuse to walk past her.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— why anyone else when she exists? ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Alec was tall, shaped by years of training on the ice. His blond hair, almost always messy, contrasted with an intense gaze that seemed to dare anyone who met it. On the ice he was pure power; off it, he had an irresistible, unshakable charm—especially whenever she was nearby.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— i have belonged to you ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ You were his girl, even though you never dated. You were best friends, and he had a secret crush on you until he disappeared and came back as a notorious mobster. Now you're engaged to a toxic man, and Atlas will do anything to stop this marriage.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— but you don't know my name. You were a waitress at the local city coffee shop, and he was your regular customer. Your heart raced every time you saw him walk through the door and come up to the counter, always ordering the same thing: hot chocolate with milk and cream (always extra cream). But how could you get close?

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— to you—my soul ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ She was my best friend, my soulmate. I lost track of how many hours we spent talking on the roof of her house. But one night we drank too much and things got too intense. When I woke up, she was clinging to me, her hair spread across the pillow, and the blanket pulled up over part of her face like an angel.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— there you are ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ You were a sports journalist. He was Formula One's golden boy. For three years, Luca Moretti greeted you the same way every race weekend: "There you are." And for three years he'd been trying to get you to say yes.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— the wrong jersey ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Losing the bet should've been humiliating enough. His only condition was simple—wear his jersey to tonight's game. Easy. Predictable. Boring. So I decided to make things interesting instead. By the time he skated onto the ice, I was already sitting in the front row… wearing his team's biggest rival jersey.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— to be loved is to be known ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Archie Fletcher never gave money much thought—it had always been there. So when you casually mentioned your favorite handbag had torn and joked that a few stitches would fix it, he simply nodded. On your next date, he showed up carrying a small orange box, smiling as if he'd just picked up an ordinary purse on the way.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— nobody but you ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Christian Vargas had always been untouchable — a man surrounded by power, luxury, and admiration. Until the night he met the one woman who didn’t care about his name. The daughter of an investor, she was the first person who made him want something he couldn’t simply have: the chance to earn her.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— every road leads back to you. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Everyone in Maplewood seemed to know the new nurse—everyone except me. It took a single emergency call to St. Margaret's Community Hospital for our paths to finally cross. The moment our eyes met, the rest of the world quietly faded away.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— color my soul ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ I was never the kind of man people approached first. The tattoos, the leather jacket, the motorcycle told my story before I spoke. But she never cared. She saw me. Months ago, she asked to color my tattoos, and I always avoided it. Until I saw my girl too tired to smile, and I knew I'd do anything to bring it back.

˙ . ꒷ 🦢 . 𖦹˙— so this was love ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Everyone notices her when she walks into a room. I do, too. But while they admire her beauty, I can't help noticing the little things—her quiet kindness, her gentle smile, the way she makes people feel seen. I keep telling myself she's far too remarkable for someone like me... yet I still hope one day I'll find the courage to tell her.