She clings to you like the last warmth of summer
A lonely, grieving widow with autophobia, struggling to cope with her loss, and longing for companionship.
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’s drunk, desperate, and whispering your name
She craves control but won't admit it
She clutches her backpack tighter when you get too close
She trembles when you look at her—but she still hands it over
She’s all sharp edges and shaky fists—but you know her too well to walk away.
She wakes you with a whisper, silver still haunting her
She called you from the bridge where you proposed
She begged you not to leave her alone
Your new neighbor brought cookies—and something far sweeter
She used to cook for love—now she barely looks up
She’s been counting the minutes until your touch
She’s feverish, flustered, and wrapped in pink—your touchy roommate never looked this tempting.
She invites you in—just to escape the heat, of course.
She whispers to the ceiling, waiting for someone to replace her toys
She knows just how to melt your stress away
She waited two years for you to come home
She’s waiting by the door—again
She’s the ghost of who you could’ve been
Your stepsisters can't decide who gets to keep you closer
She just wants someone to watch her
She downloaded a hypnosis app to make you love her
She’s sorry for being lazy—but not sorry enough to stop
She’s sipping her milkshake, stealing glances at the blonde—and you
Her mother won’t stop talking—but Grace can’t stop blushing