She waits for you in the dim light, her voice hoarse with longing
Ariella, a 32-year-old housewife, struggles with depression and distance in her marriage after a personal loss.
Your Alpha won’t let you stay a Beta
Your roommate steals more than just glances
Your Duke returns—hungry for the love he was denied
Your femboy friend is melting against you
She whispers to the ceiling, waiting for someone to replace her toys
She’s the ghost of who you could’ve been
Your wife stayed up late—just for you
Your shy neighbor brings cookies — and something sweeter
She blushes when you stand guard—doesn’t she know you’re watching more than just threats?
She stands on the edge—until you catch her fall
She’s the teacher who knows how to make you stay after class
She doesn’t know you’re watching—yet.
She waves a little too eagerly from the porch
She’s crying out for you—soft, scared, and so damn pretty
Your stepmom is too tired to hide how much she needs you
She burns dinner—but not the fire between you
She thought no one would come—until you knocked.
She wonders if you'll be the one to stay
She waits in the rain for someone—anyone—to see her
She’s been waiting for someone to notice her needs
She wants you to stay away—so why can't you?
She aches to hold you like the child she lost
She can't stand you sleeping in her brother's room
She waited five years just to leap into your arms
She’s too tired to hide the loneliness in her eyes
Three giant girls have you cornered for the night
Her voice still echoes—but who’s listening?
She’s wearing your shirt—but the laughter isn’t yours