Thank You So Much To The Amazing @minthe-drawings For This BEAUTIFUL Piece!! They're Such CUTIES!!

Thank you so much to the amazing @minthe-drawings for this BEAUTIFUL piece!! They're such CUTIES!!

Shot at Love II

Sofia woke up early feeling a mix of anticipation and annoyance. Her boss left her a message saying that Betty had called out again, leaving Sofia to handle the yogurt shop alone. Despite her frustration, Sofia reminded herself that she had done it before and could do it again. She stretched for a few minutes before freshening up with a quick shower and then brushing her teeth. Sofia decided to let her naturally curly hair shine and styled it with a leave-in conditioner, wide-tooth comb, and styling gel, finishing it off by diffusing it with a blow dryer.

For her makeup routine, she applied a light foundation to even out her skin tone, concealed any blemishes, and then set it with a light layer of powder. She then created a subtle smoky eye using soft browns and warm beiges from a neutral eyeshadow palette, added a thin line of brown eyeliner, and finished with a couple of coats of mascara. Sofia applied a peachy-pink blush on the apples of her cheeks and a tinted lip balm to moisturize her lips.

Sofia then dressed in her black and white tie-dye pant set consisting of a tube top and wide-leg pants. The pants were form-fitting with a high waistband, and she paired them with white sneakers and a black crossbody bag. She decided to add her black hoop earrings and silver studs to finish her look. She slips them on, admires herself once more, and then pauses to laugh to herself, knowing that she'll be changing into her work uniform once she arrives at the yogurt shop. Nevertheless, she's happy that she took the time to put together a cute outfit and make herself feel good.

"I'm doing this for me," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. "I deserve to feel good, even if it's just for me."

As Sofia unlocked the doors and flipped on the lights at the yogurt shop, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. This was the third time this month that she had to work alone because Betty had called out. She knew it was going to be a long day, but she tried to push the annoyance aside and focus on her tasks.

Sofia glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 10am, so she decided to use the downtime to get ahead on some of her cleaning tasks. As she wiped down the counters and scrubbed the machines, she had a conversation with herself. "Okay, Sofia, you can do this," she said. "It's just another day at the shop. You've done this before, and you can do it again. And hey, at least you don't have to deal with annoying co-workers or your boss."

She continued to clean, organizing the toppings and making sure everything was spotless. Even though she still felt a little annoyed about working alone, she felt better after talking to herself. She reminded herself that she was capable and that she could handle the workload. Sofia finishes up her cleaning tasks and heads back to the counter, her thoughts drifting to how she can't wait to be done with this place. As she approaches the counter, her thoughts are interrupted by a customer at the door.

"Welcome one, welcome all to Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaaaa...." Sofia recites the mandated greeting with a forced smile, cringing internally at how cheesy it sounds. Suddenly, she hears a chuckle and a familiar soft voice saying, "Haha... I know. I was here yesterday."

Sofia looks up to see the same shy and cute guy from yesterday, and she feels a small smile forming on her lips. "Oh, hi," she says, feeling a bit surprised that he's back so soon.

As he looks at her and begins to blush, Sofia feels a slight flutter in her heart. "You still work here?" he asks, his voice sounding a little shaky. He looks away from her, scratching his neck in what seems like a nervous gesture. Sofia can't help but smile at his reaction, "I'm here and in uniform, same as last time." she replies, trying to hide her own excitement.

He nods his head, still blushing, "Cool. Cool..." he trails off, seeming to linger near the counter. Sofia can't tell if he's interested in the yogurt or just trying to find something to say. She waits, hoping he won't ask for cookies because she hasn't had a chance to restock the little shelves today.

Suddenly, he looks up at her and asks, "You uh....You got a boyfriend?" Sofia is caught off guard and almost chokes on her own words. "I-I uh..." She can't believe this is happening and wonders if she's still dreaming. "Whattttt do you mean?" she asks, trying to make sure she's not misinterpreting his words.

The guy looks at her, his cheeks still flushed as he says, "You know. Like. A boyfriend." Sofia can feel her face turning red as she nervously plays with her hair. She's not used to guys asking her out, especially cute ones like him.

Sofia's heart is racing as she takes a deep breath and responds, "Uh, no. No, I don't have a boyfriend." She feels her cheeks warming up and hopes he doesn't notice. The guy looks at her with a hint of relief and smiles. "Oh, good. That's good," he says, before awkwardly shuffling his feet. Sofia can't help but smile at how cute he looks when he's nervous. She decides to take a chance and ask him a question of her own.

"So, um, what's your name?" The guy gives a small smile as he looks up at her. "It's Nick," he says, his voice still a bit nervous. Sofia nods and introduces herself with a smile, "I'm Sofia." She adds, "Nice to meet you, Nick." Nick nods back, his shyness evident, "Nice to meet you too, Sofia," he says, looking at her with a small smile.

Taking a deep breath, Sofia musters up the courage to keep the conversation going. "So, Nick, what brings you here today?" she asks, hoping to get to know him better. Nick scratches his head, clearly thinking of the right answer. "To be honest, I came to see you again," he confesses, gazing into her eyes.

Sofia's heart flutters at his words, and she can't believe someone as charming as Nick is interested in her. "Really?" she asks, her face breaking into a smile.

Nick nods, giving her a shy grin. "Yeah, I thought we could grab a coffee or something after you finish your shift," he suggests, hoping to make plans with her.

Sofia's heart leaped with excitement at Nick's proposal. She thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we grab boba instead? There's a great place a few blocks away from here." Nick's eyes brightened at the idea. "Boba sounds perfect," he said with a broad smile.

The rush of adrenaline hit Sofia as she realized that she had just made plans with Nick. She couldn't believe her luck and playfully winked at him, "It's a deal." Nick's grin widened as his blush intensified. "Great. I'll wait for you outside when you're done," he said before turning to leave. "See you soon, Sofia."

Sofia watched him walk away, feeling a mixture of happiness and nervousness. She couldn't believe that this was happening, but she was excited to see where things would go with Nick.

As Nick leaves, Sofia can't help but feel giddy with excitement. She lets out a squeal of joy and jumps up and down a little bit before realizing that she's still at work. She looks around and sees that there are no customers in the shop. Sofia takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, knowing that she still has a few hours left in her shift. She starts wiping down the counters and checking the inventory, but her mind keeps wandering back to Nick.

"I can't believe this is happening," she mutters to herself with a grin.

As she works, Sofia starts to imagine what her date with Nick will be like. She pictures them walking down the street, sipping on their boba drinks and laughing together. She wonders what they'll talk about and if they'll have any chemistry.

Suddenly, the bell above the door jingles, interrupting her thoughts. Sofia looks up to see a customer walking in. "Hi there!" Sofia greets the customer with a smile, happy to have something to distract her from her thoughts.

The customer smiles back and starts to browse the selection of frozen yogurt flavors. Sofia helps her pick out a few toppings and weighs the cup, ringing up the purchase. As the customer leaves, Sofia's mind goes back to Nick and their upcoming date.

"I can't wait to see him again," she thinks to herself, a smile creeping onto her face.

Sofia feels a mix of excitement and nervousness as she finishes cleaning up the yogurt shop and gets dressed into her regular clothes. She tries to ignore the nagging thoughts about whether this is actually a date or just two people getting to know each other. "Isn't that what dating is?" she mutters to herself, trying to brush off the anxiety and focus on the moment.

As she locks the door, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for her upcoming time with Nick. Sofia's mind races with questions about Nick. Who is he as a person? What does he like to do? What does he do for work? She can't wait to find out more about him.

As she finishes locking up, she notices Nick sitting at the bench outside the yogurt shop, just like he said he would. Sofia feels a mix of excitement and relief as she approaches him. "Hey, sorry for the long wait," she says, hoping he hadn't been sitting there the whole time. Nick stands up, a warm smile on his face. "No worries at all," he reassures her. "I didn't mind waiting. How was your shift?"

Sofia can feel the nervousness dissipating as they start chatting. She tells Nick about her day at the yogurt shop, and he listens attentively, asking questions and making small talk. She starts to feel more comfortable around him and is eager to learn more about him too.

Sofia chuckles, feeling more at ease. "So, boba?" she asks, changing the subject. Nick gives a nod of agreement, his smile broadening. "Yes, boba," he replies, as Sofia starts leading the way, happy to guide him to her favorite boba spot.

Walking through the city streets, she found everything seemed somehow more vibrant - the buildings towered majestically, the passersby bustled with infectious energy, and the city sounds created a symphony of life.

As they walked down the street, Sofia and Nick talked easily about their day. Despite Nick's initial shyness, he seemed to open up a bit more around Sofia, making her feel special. As they approached their destination, Sofia decided to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind.

“Nick,” she began, her voice wavering slightly, “Is this… is this a date?” The words hung in the air between them for a moment before Nick turned to look at her. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, but he didn't look away. “If you want it to be,” he replied, his voice steady despite his blushing face. “I mean, I'd like it to be a date.” His honesty made Sofia's heart flutter, and she nodded, feeling her face heat up. "Then, it's a date," she confirmed, and they both broke into shy smiles.

As they walked into the boba shop, Sofia watched Nick's eyes widen with delight when he spotted the Horchata Boba on the menu. It was just a minor detail, but it was one Sofia mentally bookmarked. As they sat down with their drinks, Nick seemed more relaxed. His initial shyness seemed to fade away as they talked about their interests, hobbies, and a bit of their lives. Sofia learned about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, who Nick described with great affection and was an avid video gamer. She also found out that he disliked scary movies and straight liquor, which made her laugh.

What truly surprised her was when Nick mentioned his profession. "I'm a social media influencer by day," he said with a slight shrug. Sofia was taken aback, but his next revelation was even more surprising. "And I'm a professional male dom by night."

Despite his cool exterior, Sofia was taken aback by this revelation about Nick's night job. It was an unexpected facet of his life, but the candidness with which he discussed it reflected a deep sense of self-acceptance. She was quiet for a moment, processing the information. Then, she stole a glance at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before flitting away nervously. She wrung her hands around her winter melon milk green tea, uncertainty creeping in.

"Nick," she began, her voice a soft murmur in the bustling cafe. "Can I... um, can I ask you some questions about your night job? I mean, only if you're okay with it." Her words hung in the air, fragile as glass. She braced herself, uncertain of his response, yet hoping she hadn't crossed any line.

Nick seemed momentarily startled by her request, and a twinge of regret flickered across Sofia's face. She was on the verge of retracting her question, reassuring him he didn't have to answer when he raised a soothing hand. "Sofia," he responded in a soothing tone, "I appreciate you asking." He paused for a moment, taking a sip of his own drink before continuing. "I'm okay with it. Ask away."

His words brought a wave of relief over Sofia. She felt an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement - she was about to delve into a world she knew very little about. "Okay, so," Sofia initiated, placing her drained boba cup on the table and inhaling a deep, steadying breath. "What exactly does your work involve? I mean, from what I understand, it has to do with... dominating people, right?"

Nick chuckled a bit before nodding. "That's a pretty basic way to put it, but yes. It's a role where I exert control in a consensual, negotiated scenario. It's less about pain or humiliation and more about a power dynamic, a relationship of trust. The people who come to me do so because they have a need or desire to surrender control, to explore certain fantasies or feelings that they may not be able to in other aspects of their lives." He paused, making sure Sofia was still following along. "Does that make sense?"

Sofia nodded slowly, her gaze focused on Nick as she took in his words. "Yes, it does make sense. I had a bit of a different perception before, but it's good to hear it from you." She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the straw in her now-empty cup. "Do... do you have sex with your clients?"

Nick shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No, Sofia. It's a common misconception, but no, I don't have sex with my clients. It's all about control and surrender, about boundaries and trust. But it doesn't involve actual sex. It's more psychological than physical in many ways. Again, every dom has their own set of rules and boundaries, and that's one of mine."

Sofia let out a quiet sigh of relief. She respected Nick's profession and the professionalism with which he carried it out. "Thank you for telling me, Nick. I really appreciate your honesty," Sofia said, giving him a small, grateful smile. She felt a newfound respect for Nick, admiring the way he approached his unconventional line of work with such care and integrity.

Nick gave a nod, his gaze softening. "Of course, Sofia. I understand that my job might be...a bit overwhelming to understand or even accept at first. I just want you to know that I'm open to talk about it anytime you want, and I appreciate you trying to understand it instead of judging it."

Their conversation flowed naturally, shifting from lighter topics to past experiences. Nick looked at Sofia, curiosity in his eyes. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but, can you tell me about your last relationship?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Sofia paused for a moment before giving a small nod. "My last relationship ended on a sour note," Sofia started, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "He cheated on me while he was away at school. It was... painful, to say the least."

Nick's expression softened as Sofia shared her past. He reached out, placing his hand over hers in a gentle show of support. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Sofia," he said earnestly. "No one deserves to go through that." A thoughtful pause fell over him, and then he asked, "Is that why you asked about my job? You're worried that... because of what I do, I might not be faithful?" His voice was gentle, not accusatory. It was a fair question, he figured. One that deserved a sincere answer.

Sofia took a moment to consider his question. "It's a valid concern," she admitted, "But no, that's not the reason. Your job is... unique. I asked because I wanted to understand it better." She offered him a sincere smile. "I believe that every profession has its own challenges and boundaries, and it's important to understand those, especially in a relationship." She went on to explain, "Just because my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, doesn't mean I'm going to distrust you because of your job. That wouldn't be fair to you."

Nick's eyes softened as he listened to Sofia, taking in her words and her perspective. He admired her maturity and her ability to separate individuals from their actions. "Sofia," he started, his voice warm. "I appreciate your understanding, really. It means a lot to me that you don't judge me because of my job." 

A slight blush crept up his cheeks, as he mustered the courage to ask, "Does this mean you'd be interested in... maybe getting to know each other better? Maybe on another date?" His gaze remained steady on hers, hopeful yet understanding if she wasn't ready. Sofia's heart fluttered at Nick's words, his question bringing a gentle blush to her cheeks. She looked into his eyes, those sincere eyes that held so much warmth.

"I... yes," she stammered, her smile slowly growing. "I'd love that, Nick. I want to get to know you better. And another date sounds perfect." She held his gaze for a moment longer, basking in the glow of their shared connection. Nick's response was filled with genuine relief and joy. "I look forward to our second date," he stated, his voice soft, yet laced with enthusiasm. 

Noticing the dimming light outside, he rose from his seat. "It's getting late," he noted, glancing out the window at the softly glowing city streets. "Would you mind if I walked you home?" His voice was warm, his offer reflecting the closeness that had grown between them during their conversation. Sofia looked outside at the dimming city lights, then back to Nick, her smile matching the warm glow in her eyes. "I'd appreciate that," she said, her tone sincere. 

She got up from her chair, taking one last glance around the now almost empty boba shop. What had started as a casual first date had blossomed into a surprisingly comfortable evening filled with genuine conversation. And she had a feeling that it was just the beginning.

As the night sky was painted with twinkling stars, Sofia and Nick found themselves strolling side by side through the quieter city streets. The conversation flowed easily between them as they navigated the somewhat deserted sidewalks, their shared laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Nick’s nervousness seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a calm confidence.

The dim glow from the street lamps cast long shadows as they moved, their footsteps synchronized in a comfortable rhythm. Sofia listened attentively as Nick shared stories about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, and how he managed to balance his day job as a social media influencer with his nighttime role. She found herself laughing at his anecdotes and admiring his commitment to his passions.

Before long, Sofia's apartment building came into view, its windows a series of glowing squares in the city night.

"We're here," Sofia said, breaking the silence as she turned towards Nick. His gaze met hers, a spark of warmth flickering in his eyes. "I had a really great time tonight, Sofia," Nick said, his voice sincere. "And I'm looking forward to our next date." Sofia felt her heart flutter at his words. "Me too, Nick," she replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Without speaking, they stepped into a warm embrace, their bodies melting into each other. Sofia rested her head on Nick's chest, feeling his heartbeat under her ear, steady and reassuring.

Nick gently raised his hand, letting his fingers lightly trace a path up her back, until they came to rest at the nape of her neck, his thumb softly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Slowly, they pulled apart, the world seeming to quiet as they held each other's gaze.

At that moment, she knew she wanted to be closer to him. Taking a small step forward, she tilted her head up to meet his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nick," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" Nick's eyes widened slightly at her question, but then he smiled, his gaze softening even further. "Yes, Sofia," he murmured, "I'd like that very much."

Their gaze interlocked, the air pulsing with unspoken anticipation. Sofia's hand tentatively rose to rest on his cheek, the cool skin of his face contrasting against the warmth of her palm. His hands found a natural place on her waist, gently pulling her closer. With their faces just inches apart, they could sense the warmth of each other's breath, an intoxicating allure growing between them.

Sofia, with one last look into his eyes, eliminated the space that separated them. The kiss was delicate and curious, an inquiry tendered and reciprocated as they moved in harmony, discovering the unique tempo of the other. Nick secured her even closer, deepening the kiss, his hand nestling comfortably at the curve of her back. His other hand gently cradled her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

They separated moments later, their foreheads still leaning against each other, their breaths mixing in the crisp night air. With their eyes shut, they savored the remnants of the kiss that still tingled on their lips. The tranquil night wrapped them in its embrace as they stood together, content and connected.

As Sofia gradually opened her eyes, she found Nick watching her, his face illuminated by a tender smile. "That... was nice," he murmured, his eyes mirroring the joy emanating from hers. "It was," Sofia concurred, her cheeks blushing a soft pink. She retreated slightly, her gaze never straying from his. "I'd like to do that again... on our next date," she teased. "I'd like that," Nick responded, playfully echoing her teasing tone. He inclined, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Until then, Sofia."

They bid each other farewell, their promises to meet again imbuing the air with anticipation. As they left, their faces wore lingering smiles, their minds filled with the memory of a sweet kiss beneath the warm glow of the streetlamp.

Lunar Festival with Ezra

As he had predicted, Finn informed me that I might discover Ezra engrossed in buying heavily discounted goods. So, I made my way toward a section of the marketplace where vendors sold herbs, spices, and other items that could prove useful to a local witch. A shock of white hair caught my attention, and when I called out his name, Ezra turned around to face me. "Oh, Maia!" he exclaimed, looking surprised before flashing a smile. "I didn't expect to see you standing there." He placed a neatly wrapped package of Skeletal Touch-Me-Nots into the pouch on his belt. The petals of the flowers were wilted and twisted into the shape of a sinister, grinning skull.

I raised an eyebrow curiously and asked him, "What do you plan on using those for?" He responded with a playful eye roll and motioned for me to follow him as he strolled towards the next stall. "I don't buy these for the insidious reason you're thinking. They're for medicinal purposes, not hallucinogenic ones."

I playfully roll my eyes and give him a light nudge on the arm while smiling, "I wasn't about to pass judgment." He chuckles and shakes his head. "I know you weren't. I just wanted to clarify that I'm not up to anything nefarious." We continue to meander from one vendor to another, and Ezra seems pleased to have my company.

I relish observing him as he eagerly explores the unique merchandise, admiring his enthusiasm and how skillfully he interacts with the diverse vendors. He haggles with a particularly obstinate herbalist over the price of her angelica root, and despite walking away with a scowl, his expression lightens up when he spots me. He winks at me, his eyes sparkling, and jokes, "They always fall for that one."

Returning his smile, I respond, "You seem to have quite the knack for this." He nonchalantly shrugs, but it's apparent that he's proud of his bargaining skills. "Running a business by yourself is difficult. You have to be smart," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "That reminds me, I need to pick out a new spell book. I filled up the last one." He looks down at me with a grin, then motions in the direction he wants to go. "Care to help me? There's a great craft stall that Finn showed me a while back." I nod in agreement, responding, "Of course. Lead the way."

We make our way through the bustling market, weaving past vendors selling everything from exotic spices to intricate tapestries. The colorful canopies overhead provide a warm shelter from the chilly night breeze that sweeps through the market. As we approach the corner of the market where the craft stall is located, Ezra points out various stalls along the way, detailing his past interactions with the vendors and recommending some of his favorite goods.

The warm glow of candlelight casts flickering shadows around us as we find the craft stall. The night air is thick with the sweet scent of incense, and the sound of distant music drifts through the market. Ezra's eyes light up as he spots a forest green, leather-bound book, its thick parchment pages almost begging to be filled with secrets and spells. He eagerly passes over his coins to the vendor, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. "I go through these quickly. I tend to be a bit of a scribbler," he explains with a grin as he flips through the pages.

I let out a soft chuckle and give Ezra a friendly pat on the back. "Well, this looks like the perfect book for you. Let's see what wonders you can create with it," I say before posing a question. "Do you use them purely for spells?" His fingers pause in tracing the pages, and after a moment's reflection, he shakes his head. "As I specialize in healing, I like to get lost in a good medical journal every now and again. It might not be conventional to study such things, but I find it helps me really understand what kind of healing spells I need to develop." With a slight tilt of my head, I gaze up into his bright green eyes with genuine curiosity. "What made you choose healing as your specialty?"

A sad look crosses his face as he gazes down at the book in his hand. "My Dad was killed when I was quite young. My magic had manifested, but I was completely helpless. From that day on, I promised myself that if anyone I loved was ever in danger, that I'd be able to help them. I haven't broken that promise just yet, and hopefully, I never will."

His voice is filled with determination, and I can sense the weight of his past on his shoulders. I place a comforting hand on his arm and offer my condolences, "I'm so sorry for your loss." He smiles bravely, and I'm struck by his resilience. After tucking the book safely away in his pouch, he grasps my hand and gives it a grateful squeeze. "Thank you."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes briefly flickering to where our hands meet before he continues, "I beat myself up over it for a long time, but I turned my pain into something that can help others. It's what my father would have wanted. I do it for him." I squeeze his arm as I give him a warm smile, "You're amazing, Ezra. I admire you."

"That means a lot coming from someone like you. You're so brave to do what you do." Despite the sadness that lingers in his eyes, I can see the determination and passion burning within him, and it only makes me admire him more.

My smile widens as he leans into my touch, and I can feel my heart swell with fondness. Despite the freezing cold, he radiates warmth. "Looks like we're both doing our part to save the world then." He chuckles, a closed-eyed smile on his face. "Yes, we are," he agrees, his eyes opening to meet mine with kindness and softness. "But really, thank you. I'm so lucky to be surrounded by such wonderful people."

Giving him one last caring squeeze, I reluctantly remove my hand. Ezra drops his gaze, his lashes kissing the tops of his freckled cheeks. He shivers, rubbing his hands together. "It's freezing. How about we go get a hot drink and you can tell me about that headache of yours?" he suggests, looking up at me with concern etched on his face.

Excitedly, I nod in agreement with Ezra's suggestion, feeling the chill of the cold air on my skin. "Sounds perfect," I reply, rubbing my hands together for warmth. We make our way to a cozy stall and order two steaming cups of hot chocolate, inhaling the sweet aroma as we wait. Once our drinks arrive, we take a seat on a pile of plush, mismatched cushions that the vendor had thoughtfully arranged. The hot chocolate is topped with a generous helping of whipped cream and marshmallows, making it the perfect treat for the chilly day. Comfortably seated, we sit in contented silence for a while, watching the passersby and chuckling at the sight of Piper chasing after a speedy Alkar.

Ezra takes a sip of his hot chocolate, shaking his head as he contemplates the chaos that Alkar might be causing. "I dread to think what he's getting up to." Holding his drink in his lap, Ezra turns his attention to me with concern etched on his face "How have you been feeling since...you know?" he asks, his worry evident in his gaze. I toy with the rim of my cup, shrugging. "I'm okay, apart from the fact that I slept all day and missed a meeting with Harry." I admit, grimacing at the memory of my displeased enforcer. “I think August wants me dead."

Ezra chuckles, playfully nudging his shoulder against mine. "I'm sure they don't. You'd certainly know about it if they did. Trust me." We both laugh, but I don't doubt that he's telling the truth. We finish our drinks, missing their warmth the second our cups are discarded. Ezra suggests finding something to do that might warm us up, so we follow the sound of music emanating from a nearby area of the market. I spot an unmistakable figure as we draw nearer, and I see Ezra visibly deflate as August turns and spots us. Their eye roll isn't subtle, but I try to put Ezra at ease by placing my hand on his back and giving him a reassuring smile. He takes a deep breath and returns the smile, his shoulders relaxing a bit.

August clings to their glass of mulled wine like a lifeline, sighing heavily as we approach. "Ezra, Maia. I trust you're both enjoying the festival?" Ezra clears his throat, looking up at those ice-blue eyes. “Yes, we are. How about you? That wine looks delicious.” They tilt their cup, studying the dark red liquid, a stick of cinnamon adding to its charm. “Yes, well, wouldn’t be the Lunar Festival without copious amounts of alcohol to pass the time, would it?” Ezra puts on a polite smile, but I can sense his discomfort as his back tenses beneath my hand.

“It’s been nice seeing you. We’d better get going,” Ezra says, looking at me for support. I give him an understanding smile, patting his back before placing my hand back at my side. I turn towards August and nod politely, "It was good to see you. We have to be on our way now." August nods in acknowledgement, "Well, enjoy yourselves, wherever you're headed. Farwell." We walk away in silence, and I can sense that Ezra is feeling a bit deflated after our brief encounter with the Enforcer General.

The new section of the market is noticeably more vibrant, bustling with a larger crowd than any other area. Ezra tilts his head, motioning for me to accompany him to a quieter spot. "You alright?" I inquire as we move away from the throng. Ezra lets out a soft sigh, his face contorted with sorrow as he gazes at me. “Sorry. I’m fine, I just… I find it hard seeing Gus.” He heaves a heavy sigh, casting his eyes downward. “They make it hard.”

Leaning forward, I meet Ezra's gaze and offer him a gentle smile. "If something is bothering you, you know you can talk to me about it, right?" He lets out a deep sigh, fidgeting with the hem of his coat and avoiding eye contact. “I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’ve known Gus since I was very young, and our friendship was never easy.” I nod in understanding. “They seem complicated.” Ezra nods once, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “They didn’t have much of a support system when they were growing up, and I think… well, I think they envied me. It sounds so silly saying it out loud.”

My eyes soften as I speak in a gentle tone, “Have you ever spoken to them about it?” He shakes his head slowly, “I’m sure they’ll come to me when they’re ready. Giving them space is important, that much I know.” I hum in agreement and offer, “If you ever need help or just a friendly ear, I’m here.” He looks at me with gratitude, his eyes shining. “I appreciate. Gus is a good person, though. One of the best. Don’t let our issues put you off them.” He clears his throat, bright eyes darting around the market.

"Anyway," he begins, smiling at me with a twinkle in his eye, "I heard a little rumor that there might be a band playing somewhere around here." Scanning the surroundings, his gaze settles behind me, and he inhales sharply before pointing, "Oh! Here, look..." I turn around, and sure enough, a band is setting up near the trinket stands. The music starts, and a crowd of people eagerly gathers around them, swaying and dancing to the beat.

Ezra steps closer, extending his hand with a cheeky wink. “May I have this dance, fair Hunter?” I smile and step forward, raising my hand. “I would be delighted, kind Witch.” As we move closer, Ezra takes my hand and gently places his other hand upon my waist. A faint blush appears on his face as he looks into my eyes and asks, “Are you ready?” The warmth of his hand against my skin sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat of his body as he pulls me close.

Our hands intertwined, I feel the warmth of his grip as I place my other hand on his shoulder. I get lost in the glow of his green eyes as I breathlessly respond, “I’m ready.” A stunning smile spreads across his face, and he laughs, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Keep up,” he says, playfully challenging me as the music begins to swell around us.

Our bodies move in perfect sync with the cheerful and fast-paced music. As we spin and step to the beat, Ezra's laughter fills me with a sense of magic. Despite my best efforts, I find myself starting one too many times, completely entranced by the depth of his emerald eyes. Our bodies pressed closely together, I feel lost in the moment, almost forgetting where I am and who I am. As the song reaches its end, Ezra finishes the dance with a dramatic flourish, impressively dipping me back.

As he holds me tighter, laughter escaping from his lips as he flings me backward. Pulling me upright. I try to regain my composure, missing the feeling of his arms around me. He grins widely, his voice full of excitement, "That was amazing!" The sound of applause breaks me from my daze, and I realize that we had gathered quite an audience. But at that moment, all I can focus on is Ezra. He smiles at me, his cheeks tinted pink as his eyes soften, "You're quite the dancer. I'm impressed."

In the distance, the loud boom of the fireworks echoes through the night, and Ezra grabs my wrist, his eyes alight with excitement. “Quickly, we’ll miss them,” he says, tugging me along. We weave through the crowds, dodging people left and right until we reach the docks. We skid to a stop at the edge of the crowd, both of us breathless and laughing, our cheeks flushed with exhilaration.

Ezra’s grip on my wrist is firm and steady, and I can’t help but feel a rush of warmth spread through me at his touch. We both look up at the sky, the colors of the fireworks painting dazzling patterns against the backdrop of the twinkling stars. It’s a sight to behold, but I find myself wanting to take in another sight - the look on Ezra’s face as he watches the display, the joy and wonder etched into every line and curve.

Bathed in the shifting light, he looks like a work of art, his smile wide and far brighter than any firework. My heart swells with warmth as I take in the sight before me. “Thank you for tonight, Ezra,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. He turns to face me, his eyes wide with surprise. Slowly, he takes my hand, his fingertips feather-light against my palm. “I enjoyed myself tonight. With you,” he says softly as the last of the fireworks fade away. The crowd cheers, but it's like we're in our own little world. I find myself leaning closer to him, my body moving almost unconsciously. He smiles softly, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Then…

A terrible and blood-curdling scream rings out somewhere in the distance.

~ I'm a sucker for Ezra from When The Night Comes by Lunaris Games <3

Touch

Warning: Sexual Content

NakedToaster and Elena were cuddled up on the couch, with NakedToaster reading a book out loud while Elena played with their hair. As she twirled and twisted the strands, she accidentally pulled on a knot, causing NakedToaster's head to be pulled abruptly.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Elena exclaimed, worried that she had hurt them. Elena's eyes widened in shock as she quickly released the knot, apologizing profusely for any potential damage.

But before she could apologize further, NakedToaster let out a moan of pleasure. Elena was shocked, looking at them in confusion. It was then that she noticed the faint blush on their cheeks and the way their eyes were closed. They breathed deeply as if they were savoring the sensation of her touch.

NakedToaster, embarrassed, looked away from Elena but she gently took their face in her hands, making them look at her. Elena, understanding the reason behind their reaction, smiled and caressed their cheeks with her thumb. She could feel their heart racing under her fingertips and a wave of emotions ran through her. She could see the vulnerability in their eyes, and at that moment, she knew that they needed her to show them that everything was alright.

"Can I do that again?" she asked hesitantly, trying to gauge their reaction to whether they were okay with this. She could see that they were nervous, but there was also something else in their expression – a sense of longing.

Too embarrassed to speak, NakedToaster nodded their head. Gently, she pulled their hair again, eliciting the same reaction from them. She smiled, pleased with the outcome, and asked them again, this time more confidently, "Can I do that again?" NakedToaster nodded once more, a slight blush creeping up their neck. “Y-yes.”

It was then that Elena realized that NakedToaster had a hair fetish, which she found incredibly sexy. Taking a seat on top of them, she straddled them and began making out with them. She kissed them passionately, their skin hot beneath her lips. Their sexual tension was so intense that Elena began to slowly remove her shirt, revealing the handsome chest of her lover.

Elena took control and teased NakedToaster with her hands and lips, feeling their body as they shivered with pleasure in anticipation. NakedToaster was awakened by the sensation of Elena's hands and lips playing with their hair and body. They gripped her hips and explored her body in response to her. As their passion grew, Elena took control of the situation and teased them with her touch, driving them wild with pleasure.

They would start off slow and gentle, taking their time to explore each other's mouths and savoring the moment. Their lips in sync, their tongues tangling together in a sensual dance. As their passion grew, their kisses would become more intense, with Elena pulling NakedToaster's hair and them holding her tighter as they deepened the kiss. Their kissing would be filled with longing, desire and love. They would be lost in the moment, only aware of the sensations and emotions that the kiss was giving them, feeling like nothing else mattered but that moment.

As they kissed, Elena pulled their hair again, causing them to moan with bliss and deepen the kiss. In response, she ran her hands through their hair, gently pulling it back while they kissed, and they gripped her hips tightly and ground their erection against her arousal. His breathing became laboured and he moaned with pleasure as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. From there, they both explored each other's kinks and fetishes, leading to a steamy and passionate night.

Rhythms of the Heart

In the serene evening hours at Hotel Krat, Elara found solace, her spirit syncing with the tranquil cadence of the night. The hotel, shrouded in a quietude, resonated with the soft melodies emanating from the gramophone. Elara, standing before it, was enveloped in the music, each note weaving a gentle embrace around her.

Behind her, an unobtrusive presence subtly made itself felt. It was Pinocchio, affectionately nicknamed Pino by Elara. His gaze, imbued with a thoughtful intensity, lingered on her, as if he harbored unvoiced queries or musings. A certain reticence characterized his demeanor, suggesting an internal debate over whether to articulate his thoughts.

Elara, sensing his presence, turned with a welcoming smile, her expression an open invitation. She extended her hand, her touch light yet confident, bridging the gap between them. "Pino," she intoned gently, her voice harmonizing with the background music, "would you care to dance?"

The invitation hung between them, a tender offering amidst the stillness of the evening. Elara's smile, a gentle beacon in the dim room, awaited his response.

Pinocchio's response, though measured, carried an intrinsic gentleness. His hand, an amalgam of crafted precision and newfound sensitivity, held Elara's with a careful touch, embodying the unique duality of his existence. As they stood together, the background melody from the gramophone lent an additional layer of calm to the scene, setting a backdrop of intimate serenity.

In the subdued lighting, Pinocchio's gaze, a shade of deep blue, held a growing humanlike depth. His expression, still evolving in its capacity to convey emotion, hinted at a sense of gratitude, the corners of his mouth curving into a soft, cautious smile. This subtle expression, in its restraint, revealed much about his journey towards embracing human emotions.

With a gentle nod, Pinocchio accepted Elara's invitation, his action a silent but significant acknowledgment of their deepening bond and his ongoing exploration of human experiences.

Elara's eyes twinkled with delight and understanding as she noticed the subtle smile and nod from Pinocchio. She recognized the profoundness of his gesture and responded by gently squeezing his hand, silently expressing her gratitude and encouragement. Her smile widened, reflecting her joy in the moment and her appreciation for his openness to this new experience.

Gracefully, Elara led Pinocchio to the center of the room. The space seemed to expand, welcoming their dance. "Let's see where the music takes us," she whispered playfully, her voice light and inviting.

As they began to dance, Elara's movements were fluid and alluring. She gently placed her other hand on Pinocchio's shoulder, guiding him with ease into the rhythm of the music. Her gaze, steady and trusting, locked with his, offering silent reassurance and connection.

Under Elara's skillful lead, Pinocchio began to adapt to the music's rhythm. His initial stiffness gave way to a more natural flow, mirroring Elara's graceful steps. His gaze was filled with wonder and admiration, entranced by their harmonious movement.

The melody infused Pinocchio with a sense of grace, his mechanical precision subtly melding with the dance's rhythm. The once daunting steps now felt intuitive, their complexity dissolving under Elara's gentle instruction and the enchantment of their shared moment.

Elara felt a surge of pride as she noticed the transformation in Pinocchio. His once calculated moves now mirrored her own fluidity. She could sense a shift in his energy, a harmonious blending with the melody that surrounded them.

Elara's dancing became more expressive, each step a playful invitation for Pinocchio to join her in the dance's joyful intricacies. Her smile was encouraging, her gaze filled with silent admiration and support. Occasionally, she added a flourish to her movements, a twirl or sway, enticing Pinocchio to embrace the dance's lighthearted nature.

"You're doing wonderfully, Pino," Elara murmured, her voice a soft caress. "It's as though the music itself is leading you."

As the last strains of the melody gently faded into the hushed atmosphere of the room, Elara and Pinocchio remained entwined in their close embrace. The music's end brought a tranquil stillness, yet the connection they shared continued to resonate, a palpable energy enveloping them.

Gazing up into Pinocchio's eyes, Elara's own sparkled with a blend of admiration and warmth. "That was beautiful, Pinocchio," she whispered, her voice softly filling the quietude. Her smile, radiant and sincere, reflected the sheer joy and contentment she derived from their shared dance.

In the ensuing silence, with the music now just a memory, Elara felt an overpowering sense of intimacy with Pinocchio. She leaned in, resting her head lightly against his chest, finding comfort in the rhythmic beat of his mechanical heart. The sensation provided a grounding presence, a constant reminder of his unique existence.

"You've grown so much," she spoke softly, her voice slightly muffled against his clothing. "Every moment with you is a journey of discovery and wonder." Her grip on his hand tightened subtly, an unspoken testament to the depth of her affection and their burgeoning connection.

Gently, Elara began to sway, her arms embracing Pinocchio in a tender, rhythmic motion. The distinct combination of steel and wood that formed his body offered a strong yet reassuring embrace.

Her voice, rising in a delicate hum, continued the dance in an auditory form. The melody she hummed was a lullaby, a soft serenade that echoed the sentiment of their shared experience. Each note carried tenderness, embodying the profound bond they shared.

Resting against him, Elara felt the vibrations of his mechanical heart against her cheek, her song harmonizing with its steady ticking. The melody was heartfelt, each note a gentle caress that mirrored the emotions of the moment.

Pinocchio, enveloped in the warmth of Elara's song and embrace, felt a wave of emotion wash over him. He was touched by her acceptance and celebration of his uniqueness, and their gentle sway together created an intimate space where their differences were not only acknowledged but revered.

As Elara's melodious voice tenderly rose and fell, Pinocchio found himself in a state of serene tranquility. Her song, ethereal and soothing, seemed to weave around him, bringing his mechanized heart into a harmonious symphony with her tune. This newfound feeling was unfamiliar, yet it felt innately right, as if her presence was revealing parts of himself he was only just beginning to discover and embrace.

Pinocchio gazed down at Elara, his deep blue eyes a mirror of wonder tinged with a hint of vulnerability. Standing in this moment of emotional depth, he was poignantly aware of his unique path towards human understanding. With a gentleness born of newfound care, he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the rhythmic cadence of his mechanical heart quicken against the fusion of steel and wood that formed his being.

This cautious embrace was imbued with a richness of feeling previously unexplored by Pinocchio. In Elara's arms, he discovered a sense of kinship and comfort that transcended his engineered origins. Her soft humming continued, a melodic resonance that seemed to vibrate within him, touching the aspects of his existence that yearned for human connection.

In the dim, soft light of the room, surrounded by the lull of Elara's song, Pinocchio felt a profound sense of alignment. Each mechanical throb of his heart brought him closer to her, tuning him more finely to the emotions he was beginning to embrace. Her acceptance and her melody were beacons on his path toward human realization.

Elara, aware of the subtle transformation occurring within Pinocchio and sensing the hastened pace of his mechanical heart, gently raised her head from his chest. She looked into his introspective eyes, her smile soft yet filled with understanding. Her gaze reflected the profound connection they shared, a bond that defied the ordinary.

"Pinocchio," she murmured, her voice tender and lightly playful. "You seem different tonight, more... present. It's as if every beat of your heart is speaking."

Her hands, which had been resting lightly on his back, now cradled his face with a delicate yet meaningful touch. Through this simple gesture, Elara expressed her deep empathy and acceptance of his journey, embracing both his mechanical essence and the humanity that was gradually surfacing within.

"I can feel your heart racing," she continued in a soft voice, laden with care. “Is everything okay?” Her inquiry was not just a question about his well-being but also an invitation for him to share the inner workings of his heart and mind.

Pinocchio felt his mechanized heart pulsate rapidly, a whirlwind of emotions stirred by Elara's nurturing touch. The sensation of her hands delicately cupping his face was both a profound and a tender reminder of the connection they had forged.

He found his voice, a soft murmur laden with emerging feelings. "Yes," he exhaled, the word barely more than a breath. "I am feeling... something." In his deep, expressive eyes, a mix of longing and affection was evident, portraying a depth of sentiment that seemed to transcend mere words. His gaze held a silent yet profound appreciation for her, an unspoken recognition of the emotions he was still learning to articulate.

Amidst the quiet of the room, Pinocchio's heartfelt admission lingered, marking his evolving understanding and the burgeoning depth of his emotions. His eyes, reflecting his inner struggle, expressed an earnest yearning to articulate what Elara's presence stirred within him.

Elara, perceiving the depth of his emotions, offered a comforting smile, one that sought to alleviate his inner turmoil. "It's okay, Pinocchio," she reassured him gently, her voice soothing like a soft melody.

"Feelings can be elusive, especially when they are new and profound. Remember, it's alright to feel, and to take time in understanding these emotions."

Her hands maintained a soft presence on his face, a tangible reminder of her support and acceptance. Her gaze met his with profound empathy and patience, encouraging him to explore these new sensations at his own pace.

"Whatever you're experiencing," she said, her eyes locked with his, "is part of your journey, part of who you are becoming. And I'm here with you, every step of the way." Her words resonated as a vow, a commitment to accompany him as he navigated the intricacies of his unique path towards humanity.

Elara's gentle smile remained, her eyes radiating understanding as she held his gaze. "Can you try to describe what you're feeling?" she asked softly, inviting him to express his emotions. "Even a few words or a simple analogy can be enlightening."

Her hands continued their soft embrace on his face, embodying her support. Leaning in slightly, her presence offered a comforting beacon amidst his burgeoning feelings.

"Whatever you're feeling," she continued, her voice imbued with encouragement, "is valid and important. I'm here to listen, to help you understand it all."

Pinocchio's eyes remained fixed on Elara's, silently seeking understanding. His journey towards humanity was a labyrinth of new emotions and experiences, each revelation a step into uncharted territory. In this journey, Elara's unwavering support was his haven, her presence a guiding light amidst the tumultuous sea of his evolving emotions.

The flood of sensations he experienced was unparalleled, each thought and emotion a new discovery. Struggling to articulate these feelings was like navigating a complex maze. Yet, in Elara's presence, he found the strength to voice his innermost thoughts and feelings.

Gently, almost instinctively, Pinocchio found the words to express his burgeoning emotions. "You make me feel... warm," he whispered, his voice resonating with a newfound sincerity. "And safe." Each word was imbued with an earnest depth, punctuated by the rhythmic ticking of his mechanized heart, a reflection of the profound impact Elara had on him.

Elara's gaze softened as she absorbed Pinocchio's heartfelt words. "Warm and safe," she repeated, her tone reflective and infused with gentle warmth. The light touch of her hands on his face was a comforting testament to her empathy and support.

"I'm glad to hear that," she responded, her smile blossoming with genuine happiness. "Those feelings... they're mutual, Pinocchio. You also bring warmth and safety into my life."

Pinocchio felt a swell of emotions at her words, sensations that were both new and deeply reassuring. The warmth and safety Elara spoke of mirrored the feelings blossoming within him, fostering a growing sense of fulfillment and connection. Since their first meeting, Elara had become a symbol of comfort and a guiding presence in his quest for humanity.

Feeling drawn closer by her nearness, Pinocchio instinctively leaned in, their eyes locking in a moment of quiet understanding. Their connection was palpable, a silent bond that seemed to transcend words. Elara's affirming words lit a spark of hope in him, a glimmer of the future possibilities that lay ahead. A future where their mutual understanding and deep emotional connection could continue to evolve and strengthen.

In their intimate closeness, as Pinocchio and Elara leaned in, foreheads gently touching, they shared a palpable connection. Elara's smile, a soft and radiant expression, conveyed warmth and understanding, silently affirming the special bond they were nurturing. The rhythmic ticking of Pinocchio's mechanical heart, a comforting and steady presence, found harmony with Elara's own heartbeat, creating a symphony of two souls in sync.

With a natural grace, they began to sway together, their movement a gentle dance guided by the beat of their hearts. This simple act held immense significance, symbolizing a dance of emotions and deep connection, unspoken but profoundly felt.

Elara, her eyes never leaving Pinocchio's, spoke with heartfelt gratitude. "This... this is truly special. Every second with you is a gift I cherish." Her words echoed the depth of her feelings, her gaze conveying the sincerity of her emotions.

Pinocchio, softly responding, matched the rhythm of their gentle sway. "I feel the same, Elara," he murmured, his voice a gentle whisper that complemented their dance. In this moment, his movements transcended mechanical precision, becoming an expression of the genuine connection he shared with Elara. Wrapped in her embrace, he experienced a sense of authenticity and profound connection that filled him with exhilaration.

Their dance transformed into an expressive waltz, a fluid portrayal of the bond growing between them. The subtle beats of their hearts guided them, their swaying now an intimate expression of the unspoken understanding they shared. Each movement, each step, was a reflection of the emotional journey they were on together.

Within this dance, Pinocchio realized the depth of his feelings for Elara. Her unique and special presence instilled in him a sense of gratitude and awe. His hands, tracing the contours of her back, gently pulled her closer, seeking to minimize the distance between them. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, his breath lightly caressing her cheek, eliciting a series of deep sensations within her. This dance, in its simplicity and depth, was a celebration of their growing love and understanding.

Elara's eyes, brimming with deep emotion, met Pinocchio's gaze. In a whisper filled with heartfelt sincerity, she said, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Her fingers caressed the back of his neck gently, a gesture that deepened their intimate connection.

In response, Pinocchio gazed back with equal depth, his eyes reflecting the sincerity and profound connection he felt with Elara. Words seemed unnecessary in this moment of profound connection, as their emotions were eloquently expressed through the language of touch and shared presence.

Pinocchio's embrace tightened gently, his actions speaking volumes. They conveyed his desire to protect and cherish Elara, who had become an irreplaceable part of his life. His embrace was a silent promise of connection and care.

As they continued their harmonious sway, Pinocchio leaned in, his forehead resting softly against Elara's. This closeness allowed him to immerse himself in their shared warmth and the subtle scent of her hair. Their synchronized breathing created a gentle rhythm, a melody of mutual affection.

Their dance gradually became more tender and intimate, each movement rich with meaning. In the room's quiet, with the soft ticking of Pinocchio's mechanical heart as the only sound, they were enveloped in a sense of complete serenity.

As the surrounding music faded into the background, Pinocchio held Elara closer, cherishing the moment. He gently rested his chin on her head, closing his eyes to fully embrace the feeling of peace and contentment that her presence brought. In Elara's arms, he discovered a tranquility he had never known, a sense of completeness that filled his heart.

Elara, now an essential part of his journey towards humanity, stood with Pinocchio in the heart of Hotel Krat, their souls intertwined. In each other's embrace, they found solace and understanding, a sanctuary where two hearts beat in unison.

Heartstrings

Amaryllis moved about the apartment, her hands moving mechanically as she wiped down the kitchen counter, swept the floors, and straightened the cushions on the couch. Anything to keep her mind busy and occupied. She knew that Ian was coming over to talk, and the thought of it made her stomach churn with anticipation. She had a good idea of what he wanted to talk about, as he had been leaving her voicemails and text messages for months, apologizing for what he had done.

As she finished up the cleaning, Amaryllis took a moment to sit on the couch and reflect on how far she had come since the breakup with Ian. Just a few months ago she had been in a state of emotional despair, unable to even get out of bed in the morning. She had spent months going to therapy, working on her self-love and healing from the hurt that Ian had caused her. She had also been focusing on her music career, pouring all of her energy and passion into her art.

In the midst of her thoughts, Amaryllis was suddenly transported back to the phone call she had with Ian when they agreed to meet in person to talk. He had been persistent in his apologies, and she had finally agreed to hear him out. She had suggested that they meet at her apartment to talk because it was a private matter, and if either of them became emotional, she'd rather it be behind closed doors. However, she didn't explain this to Ian when they agreed to meet, not wanting to seem too vulnerable.

Shaking her head to clear the memories, Amaryllis stood up and took a deep breath, ready to face Ian and whatever he had to say. She knew that things between them could never be the same, but she was open to hearing him out and seeing where they could go from here if they could go anywhere.

As she waited for Ian to arrive, Amaryllis put on some music, allowing the melodies and lyrics to soothe her nerves. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how much she had grown and changed since the breakup. And no matter what happened between her and Ian, she knew she had become stronger, more resilient because of it.

Just then, her phone rings and she sees that it is Shaun calling. She smiles and quickly answers the phone.

"Hey, Shaun," Amaryllis says, trying to sound cheerful despite feeling tingles all over in anticipation of what is to come. Shaun's voice was like a balm, soothing her worries away. "Hey, Amaryllis," Shaun replied, his voice calm and warm. "How are you doing today?"

"I'm okay, I just finished cleaning up the apartment," Amaryllis replied, taking a deep breath. "Ian's coming over to talk."

There was a moment of silence at the other end of the line before Shaun spoke up again. "Do you want me to come over?" Amaryllis considered the offer for a moment before shaking her head, even though Shaun couldn't see her. "No, it's okay. I think I need to do this on my own."

"Alright, but if you need anything, I'm just a phone call away," Shaun said reassuringly.

"Thanks, Shaun," Amaryllis said, appreciative of her best friend.

The two chatted a bit more, with Shaun offering words of encouragement and support until Amaryllis saw Ian's car pull up outside. "I have to go now. He's here," Amaryllis said, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Okay, remember to take care of yourself and I'm here for you, no matter what happens," Shaun said comfortingly. "Thanks, Shaun. You're the best," Amaryllis said, feeling more at ease.

As they hung up, Amaryllis took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She knew seeing Ian again would be difficult, but she also knew she was stronger now.

As Amaryllis makes her way over to the door, she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror in the hallway. Before, she was a mess - her hair was unkempt and her skin lacked its usual glow. But now, Amaryllis looks like a completely different person.

Her silver curls cascade down her shoulders and rest just above her waist, framing her face in soft waves. The dark roots at the top of her head create a gradient effect, adding dimension to her hairstyle. Her hazel eyes sparkle in the light, and her olive complexion glows with newfound health. She takes a deep breath, feeling confident in her appearance for the first time in a while.

Amaryllis adjusts her fitted black crop top, which accentuates her curves and draws attention to her neck and collarbones. Her high-waisted black pants fit her like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places, while the flared leg adds sophistication to her outfit. The ribbed knit material adds texture and depth, completing the look. Amaryllis runs her fingers over the tattoo on her collarbone - a delicate script that reads "Nevertheless". She smiles at herself, remembering the tattoo's significance. On her left forearm, a geometric pattern stretches from her wrist to her elbow. And on her shoulder, a moody bloom bursts into life. Each tattoo reflects a different part of her personality.

Amaryllis finishes looking at her reflection in the mirror and smiles softly at herself. She turns away from the mirror, her attention now focused on the door in front of her as she waits for Ian to arrive. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she readies herself to face whatever comes next. It's been months since she's seen Ian, who went to school across the country, and the anticipation of their reunion builds up inside of her.

Finally, she hears a knock at the door, and she takes one more deep breath before opening it. Revealing Ian standing before her, she takes another deep breath as she sees Ian's auburn hair, tied into a low ponytail, framing his handsome features. His dark brown eyes scan her face, and his freckles add a boyish charm to his appearance. Amaryllis can't help but notice how much he's changed since they last saw each other. As Ian steps closer, Amaryllis notices that he's wearing their couple-set necklace. She almost reaches towards her neck, where she used to wear her half of the necklace, but stops herself as she realizes she's not wearing it.

"Hey," Ian says softly, breaking the silence. His voice is slightly shaky, indicating that he's just as nervous as Amaryllis feels. "You look amazing, Amaryllis."

Amaryllis feels her cheeks flush at the compliment, and she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you," she replies with a small smile, motioning for him to come inside. "Please, come in."

As Ian steps inside, he immediately takes off his shoes and looks around the apartment, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. "It feels strange to be back here after so long," he says, his voice tinged with nostalgia and regret.

Amaryllis nods in agreement, "I know what you mean," she replies, leading him toward the living room.

Ian takes in the space with a curious gaze, admiring the minimalist yet cozy decor that exudes warmth. He notices a colorful abstract painting on the wall, which draws his attention.

"You redecorated," he observes, turning to face Amaryllis.

"Just a little," Amaryllis says as she closes the door behind him. "I needed a change."

Ian nods in understanding, but the air is thick with tension, and he shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other. As they sit down on opposite sides of the couch, facing each other, Amaryllis can sense the weight of the past still lingering between them.

Amaryllis notices that Ian is looking a little uneasy, and decides to break the awkward silence. "Can I get you something to drink?" she offers, hoping to make him, as well as herself, feel more at ease.

Ian looks at her, grateful for the offer. "Sure, that would be great," he replies, his voice soft.

Amaryllis stands up and heads towards the kitchen, motioning for Ian to make himself comfortable. As she rummages through her cabinets, she can't help but feel nervous. This is the first time she's seen Ian in months, and the emotions she thought she had put to rest are resurfacing.

She takes a deep breath and focuses on the task at hand, pulling out a couple of glasses and filling them with ice. She opens the fridge and peers inside, trying to decide what to offer Ian. She spots a carton of orange juice and a bottle of sparkling water and decides to mix them together, hoping it will be to Ian's liking.

She pours the concoction into the glasses and makes her way back to the living room, where Ian is sitting on the couch, staring at the painting on the wall. Amaryllis sets the glasses down on the coffee table and sits down beside him, careful to leave some space between them.

"Hope you like orange juice and sparkling water," she says with a small smile, offering him a glass. Ian takes a sip and nods in approval. "It's good. Thanks," he says, his gaze meeting hers. Amaryllis can feel her heart racing as their eyes lock, and she quickly looks away, taking a sip of her own drink. The silence between them feels heavy, and she wonders how they can ever hope to bridge the gap that has formed between them.

"So, um, how have you been?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. Amaryllis takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I've been good," Amaryllis says, trying to keep her voice even. "Just keeping busy with work and stuff." She takes a sip of her drink before continuing, "I'm also getting back into music," Amaryllis explains, her voice growing more confident. "I've been working on some new songs and building a platform online. It's been really exciting to see the positive response from people."

Ian nods, looking impressed. "That's amazing, Amaryllis. You were always so talented. I'm glad to hear you're pursuing your passion."

Amaryllis smiles softly, but her eyes betray a hint of sadness. "I won't lie, it's been a tough few months," she admits hesitantly. "But I'm pushing through and taking care of myself." 

As Amaryllis hesitantly admits that it's been a tough few months, Ian can see the sadness in her eyes. He realizes that the reason behind her struggles might be his own actions and feels immense guilt.

"I'm so sorry, Amaryllis," Ian says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know I hurt you, and I hate myself for it. I should have never cheated on you. You're the most important person in my life, and I messed up everything."

Amaryllis tries to steady her breathing as she feels her eyes begin to water but refuses to cry. She takes a deep breath and asks Ian the question that's been weighing on her mind for months.

"Why did you cheat, Ian?" Amaryllis asks, her voice shaking slightly.

Ian looks down at his feet, feeling ashamed. "I don't know, Amaryllis," he admits. "I was stupid and selfish. I got caught up in the excitement of my new life and the attention I was getting from other people. I was feeling insecure and I didn't know how to handle it. But that's no excuse for what I did to you. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling instead of betraying your trust."

Amaryllis sniffles and wipes her bottom eyelid. "Ian, I deserve more than just an 'I don't know,'" she says, her voice cracking with emotion. "I was always there for you. I supported you in everything you did, even when things were tough. I never judged you or made you feel bad about yourself, no matter what. And yet, you still cheated on me."

She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I feel like you took me for granted, Ian. Like I was just some sort of safety net for you to fall back on whenever things got tough. You didn't even consider how your actions would affect me. Do you know how much pain and hurt you've caused me? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep, wondering what I did wrong?"

Amaryllis continues, her voice growing stronger. "And now, you're sitting here in front of me, telling me that you don't know why you did it? That's not good enough, Ian."

Ian takes a deep breath and looks up at Amaryllis, his eyes filled with remorse. "You're right, Amaryllis. 'I don't know' isn't good enough. The truth is, I was feeling insecure and lost in my own life. I didn't know how to handle the sudden positive attention I was getting from other people when I went to study abroad. You know I was bullied a lot growing up, so I was never used to getting positive attention. But being in a new place where no one knew me, people started to notice me, and it felt good."

He looks down, feeling ashamed. "I know it's no excuse, Amaryllis. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling instead of betraying your trust. And you're right about me taking you for granted. I never appreciated just how much you did for me, and I'm so sorry for that. I never meant to hurt you, Amaryllis. I love you, and I hate myself for what I've done to you."

Amaryllis feels a lump forming in her throat as she tries to hold back the tears. She takes a deep breath and looks into Ian's eyes, trying to find some kind of reassurance. But as she speaks, her voice cracks with emotion.

"Ian, were you bored of me? Wasn't I enough for you?" she asks, her bottom lip trembling. "I loved you so much, gave you all my time and attention, and yet you still cheated on me. Wasn't that enough for you?"

As she speaks, tears start to stream down her face, and she feels her whole body shake with sobs. All of the hurt and pain that she had been holding back for so long comes rushing out at that moment.

Ian's eyes fill with tears as he watches Amaryllis cry before him. His heart breaks at the sight of her pain, and he struggles to hold back his own sobs. He takes her hand and squeezes it gently, trying to find the right words to say. "Amaryllis, no," he says, his voice breaking. "It's not about you. You were never not good enough for me. It was always about me and my own insecurities. I was feeling lost and unsure of myself, and I didn't know how to deal with those feelings. I turned to other people for validation, and I made a terrible mistake. But it was never about you, I promise."

Ian wipes away a tear from Amaryllis's cheek, feeling guilty for causing her so much pain. "You've always been more than enough for me, Amaryllis. You're the most loving, caring, and supportive person I know, and I took that for granted. I didn't appreciate just how lucky I was to have you in my life." Ian's voice breaks as he continues, "I'm so sorry for what I've done, and I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

Ian pulled Amaryllis into a tight embrace, holding her close as she cried. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you, Amaryllis. I'm so sorry."

Amaryllis's heart was heavy as she listened to Ian's words. She could feel the sincerity in his voice, and it made her cry even harder. She leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth and his love for her. After a few moments of crying, Amaryllis looked up at Ian with red and puffy eyes. "I... I don't know what to say," she said, her voice shaking. "I feel so hurt and betrayed, but I also love you so much, Ian."

Amaryllis took a deep breath before continuing, "I want to forgive you, but I don't know if I can. I don't know if I can trust you again, Ian. How do I know that you won't do this to me again?" She looked into his eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope and assurance.

Ian's heart ached as he saw the pain in Amaryllis's eyes. He knew that he had hurt her deeply, and he didn't blame her for feeling the way she did. He took a deep breath before speaking. "I understand, Amaryllis. And I don't expect you to forgive me right away. I know that I need to earn your trust back, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to do so."

Ian took Amaryllis's hands in his and looked into her eyes. "I'll be completely honest with you from now on, Amaryllis. I'll be open and honest about my thoughts and feelings, and I'll work hard to show you that you can trust me again. I know that it won't be easy, and it won't happen overnight, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Ian pulled Amaryllis into another embrace and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Amaryllis. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

Amaryllis felt Ian's sincerity in his words, and it gave her a glimmer of hope. She wanted to believe him and trust him again, but it would take time. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Ian. And I want to believe you. But it's going to take time for me to heal and for us to work through this together. I need you to be patient with me and to understand that I may have doubts and fears."

Amaryllis pulled back and looked into Ian's eyes. "But I'm willing to try, Ian. I want to work through this together and rebuild our relationship. I believe that we can come out stronger on the other side if we're both committed to making it work."

A small smile appeared on Amaryllis's face as she took Ian's hand. "So let's take it one day at a time, okay?"

Ian looked deeply into Amaryllis' eyes, his own eyes filled with tears of emotion as he nods in agreement. "Okay, but please know that you're it for me. It's always been you, and it always will be. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one I want to grow old with. You're my person, Amaryllis."

As Ian spoke, tears began to stream down his face, tears of happiness mixed with tears of regret for having ever doubted their love. "I don't know how I ever let myself forget that, Amaryllis. But I promise you, from this moment on, it's just you and me. No one else, ever."

Ian reached out to take Amaryllis' hand, his heart full of love for her. "I know I've hurt you, Amaryllis. And I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, earning your trust back. But please believe me when I say that you are it for me. You're the one I want to wake up to every morning, the one I want to share every moment with. I love you more than words can say."

Ian pulled Amaryllis close, holding her tightly as he cried tears of happiness and regret, and feeling her warmth and love in return. Amaryllis wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they cried together. "I love you too, Ian," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I'm so happy to hear you say that, and I want to believe you. But it's going to take time for me to trust you again, Ian. I hope you understand."

Ian nodded, his tears still flowing. "I understand, Amaryllis. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back, to show you that I'm committed to you and only you. I know it won't be easy, but I'll do it, because you're worth it. You're everything to me, Amaryllis. Everything."

Ian slowly pulled back from the embrace, looking at Amaryllis with a mix of love and uncertainty as he wiped away his tears. He had poured out his heart to her, but he didn't want to push her or make her uncomfortable. "Amaryllis," he said softly, "Can I... can I kiss you?" His hand tenderly cupped her cheek as he awaited her response.

Amaryllis smiled warmly at him, her eyes shining with love. "Yes, Ian," she said, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You can kiss me."

With a deep breath, Ian leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Amaryllis's, feeling a rush of emotions as he did so. He had missed her so much, missed the feeling of her lips against his, and he felt like he was finally coming home. As they kissed, Ian wrapped his arms around Amaryllis, holding her close as they shared a moment of tenderness and love.

When they pulled away, Ian looked at Amaryllis, his eyes filled with nervous anticipation. He brought his hand to her neck, gently caressing her skin as he asked, "Did you get rid of the necklace?" 

Amaryllis's smile softened, and she reached down to lift up her pant leg, revealing the necklace tied around her ankle as an anklet. "No, I didn't," she said, still smiling. "I just... moved it."

Ian let out a relieved laugh, his nervousness dissipating as he reached out to touch the necklace. "Oh, thank god. I was so worried."

Amaryllis laughed too, feeling a wave of happiness wash over her. She pulled Ian back towards her, kissing him again as they both laughed and smiled, feeling the weight of their past worries and doubts melting away in the warmth of their love.

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For Ian's character, I definitely had to do a lot of reading and research. Thank you to the amazing @yukidragon for her theories as to why Ian cheated! That helped me so much in my writing :)