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˗ˏˋ Signed Between The Lines ˎˊ˗
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Enemies to Lovers · Obsessive Billionaire · Arranged Marriage · Forced Proximity · Emotional Slow Burn
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He dragged her into his bedroom like she was a secret he refused to share with the world— slamming the door shut, locking it behind him.
“Were you trying to make me jealous?” he murmured, voice low, lips brushing her ear. “Or were you just trying to feel something—anything—that wasn’t me?”
Her breath hitched. Her silence screamed louder than words.
And that’s when he smiled— sharp, smug, possessive.
Tropes : | Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Arranged Marriage | Obsessive Billionaire x Unwilling Heiress | Slow Burn (with high emotional tension) |
Summary : She was never supposed to matter | He was never supposed to care.
When heiress Blaire Ivory is thrown into an arranged engagement with ruthless tech mogul Severus Valverde, the only thing colder than his heart is the steel in his intentions. But secrets are currency— and desire, a weapon.
She tests his control.
He destroys her walls.
And in the end, they might just ruin each other.
Currently published on Amazon and enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.
5 chapters are accessible and free on said link.
๋ ࣭ ⭑❅.ᐟ Hi everyone— it’s been a while. Here's an important announcement.
Life’s been busy (med school has me in a chokehold), but I’ve also been working quietly on something really close to my heart.
I’m now officially a self-published author on Amazon KDP— and my very first original novel is finally out!✨ It’s a corporate romance full of emotional tension, (very) slow burns, late-night confessions, and forbidden feelings between a manipulative CEO and the girl who slowly unravels him.
If you're into power dynamics, workplace tension, and a bit of angst with heart... I think you'll enjoy this one. It's available now on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited (KU)— so if you’re subscribed to KU, you can read it for free!
╰｡ ⌞Signed Between The Lines⌝
As for this blog: I know a lot of you followed me for LADS fanfics and game content. That phase of my writing journey shaped me, and I’ll always be grateful for everyone who supported my works here. 💙
That said... I might not be posting fanfics anymore. Maybe the occasional gameplay or thoughts, but most of my creative energy is going toward original works now.
I am excited to show some of my original works here, quotes, progress, and some scenes that are exclusively spoiled here only.
If you’ve ever liked my writing— my angst, fluff, or slow burns— I hope you’ll check out my book. Even just a reblog or a kind word means the world as I start this scary (and low-key overwhelming), but exciting new chapter.
๋ ࣭ ⭑❅.ᐟ XAVIER-- WHY?! I ALREADY HAVE THIS CARD TOO- OMFG. IT DID HAPPENED TO ME, (つ╥﹏╥)つ @starvoidlover. I'M CRASHING OUT WITH YOU-- ASDHLNADSKHDSABAS.
There's no way in hell-- (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )づ♡ I love you, Xav. But god dammit, I wanted my dragon to come home.. I'm so devastated. ಥ﹏ಥ
๋ ࣭ ⭑❅.ᐟ Two days left.. I squeezed everything that can offer me gems at this point, (I got one of the pairs but I'm still waiting for the other one..) Hoping and waiting for the last day so I can do the trials of all boys and hopefully get enough gems to pull again..-
SCREAMING...#@$&$%*%f!@#* BEING A F2P PLAYER IS SO DIFFICULT IN THIS GAME
Xavier would be the type to stay close to your side, quietly observing as you navigate the aisles. While you're eager to explore the entire supermarket, he's content to help push the trolley, ensuring your load is lighter. If you're lingering too long, he might find a single spot to stand in, his calm demeanor making it seem like he's part of the scenery—until you catch him dozing off while waiting. His main interest sparks when you approach the meat section, where he either gazes at the various cuts with quiet fascination or gestures for you to come and examine his finds.
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne would take a methodical approach, naturally steering you toward healthier options due to his medical background. He’d scrutinize ingredient labels with a professional's precision, occasionally raising an eyebrow at your snack selections. His firm stance on avoiding "unnecessary" indulgences would spark a few debates, but any mention of carrots—a personal dislike—would make him relent with a quiet grumble. Always prepared, he'd have a detailed grocery list in hand, meticulously checking off items while attempting to keep you from straying too far from the plan.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel would be a lively companion, eagerly wandering the aisles while asking for directions on what to bring back to the cart. However, his independent streak means he'd also grab random items he finds interesting without bothering to consult you. When you're searching for something specific, he'd flash his irresistible charm at the staff, effortlessly persuading them to help locate the item—even if it’s tucked away in some obscure corner of the store. His energy and antics would make the trip anything but mundane.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus would insist on pushing the trolley, especially if it’s loaded, using it as an excuse to take charge. Price tags? Irrelevant to him. Though grocery runs are a task his henchmen would typically handle, he sees the outing as an opportunity for quality time. He'd grab your favorite items without hesitation, planning ahead for when you’d inevitably crave them. Trailing behind you would be two of his men (Luke and Kieran), always at the ready. If something is out of stock, Sylus wouldn’t hesitate to dispatch them to other stores, ensuring you never need to part from his side during the trip.
╰｡ Author's Note: Holidays are upcoming...! This week's the last for academics, and I'm quite excited to be able to spend more time either writing or mainly just gaming ahha. I do have a Christmas fiction in plan. I hope everyone would have a wonderful holidays!
Xavier would be the type to stay close to your side, quietly observing as you navigate the aisles. While you're eager to explore the entire supermarket, he's content to help push the trolley, ensuring your load is lighter. If you're lingering too long, he might find a single spot to stand in, his calm demeanor making it seem like he's part of the scenery—until you catch him dozing off while waiting. His main interest sparks when you approach the meat section, where he either gazes at the various cuts with quiet fascination or gestures for you to come and examine his finds.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Zayne would take a methodical approach, naturally steering you toward healthier options due to his medical background. He’d scrutinize ingredient labels with a professional's precision, occasionally raising an eyebrow at your snack selections. His firm stance on avoiding "unnecessary" indulgences would spark a few debates, but any mention of carrots—a personal dislike—would make him relent with a quiet grumble. Always prepared, he'd have a detailed grocery list in hand, meticulously checking off items while attempting to keep you from straying too far from the plan.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
Rafayel would be a lively companion, eagerly wandering the aisles while asking for directions on what to bring back to the cart. However, his independent streak means he'd also grab random items he finds interesting without bothering to consult you. When you're searching for something specific, he'd flash his irresistible charm at the staff, effortlessly persuading them to help locate the item—even if it’s tucked away in some obscure corner of the store. His energy and antics would make the trip anything but mundane.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Sylus would insist on pushing the trolley, especially if it’s loaded, using it as an excuse to take charge. Price tags? Irrelevant to him. Though grocery runs are a task his henchmen would typically handle, he sees the outing as an opportunity for quality time. He'd grab your favorite items without hesitation, planning ahead for when you’d inevitably crave them. Trailing behind you would be two of his men (Luke and Kieran), always at the ready. If something is out of stock, Sylus wouldn’t hesitate to dispatch them to other stores, ensuring you never need to part from his side during the trip.
╰｡ Author's Note: Holidays are upcoming...! This week's the last for academics, and I'm quite excited to be able to spend more time either writing or mainly just gaming ahha. I do have a Christmas fiction in plan. I hope everyone would have a wonderful holidays!
Hello, first of all I want to thank you for the amazing scenes with Sylus. Thank you a lot 🥰
I would like to make a request IF you have the time and energy for it...
Would it be possible to write a scene with Sylus and Caleb (the supposed dead childhood friend)?
I read somewhere that both of them are 190 cm and big in every sense of word...
Maybe Caleb finds out about Sylus being mcs love interest and is not that happy about it? Or something like that. Oh and don't forget the smut or fluff - anything that works for you.
Thank you again ☺️
Crow's Gaze
sʏʟᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : An unexpected encounter with the famous leader of the Onychinus- though of course, only you knew that, but Caleb isn't sure what to make of it.
You and Caleb were out fetching groceries for your grandmother’s house. The marketplace bustled with its usual energy, though it wasn’t overly crowded today, making it easier to navigate. As you wandered between the stalls, you and Caleb exchanged stories about your daily lives, the rare time together making the moment all the more enjoyable. After all, with your hectic schedules, holidays were the only chances to catch up like this.
Usually, you handled errands like these on your own. You didn’t mind—it was part of your routine. Caleb, being busier than you, rarely had the time. And yet, here he was now, proving you wrong.
"Ahha, what’s wrong with helping out?" he said when you’d expressed surprise at his presence. "Coming back early to spend time with you and Gran feels like a win to me."
That cheeky, sheepish grin of his left you sighing in mock defeat. Caleb always had a way of disarming you, leaving little room for argument.
At the counter, you reached for your card to pay for the groceries, but Caleb was faster. His card swiped through effortlessly, his grin triumphant.
"Seriously?" you muttered, shaking your head as you turned toward the bags the cashier was packing.
The bags weren’t heavy, and you reached to grab them, only for Caleb to intercept again.
“I can carry those, Caleb,” you protested, giving him a pointed look.
“I know, pipsqueak, but remember the time the bottom ripped and all the groceries went flying?” His teasing smirk was impossible to ignore.
“That wasn’t my fault! The bag was overloaded—”
“Uh-uh,” he interrupted, hoisting the bags with ease. “Safety measures, remember?”
Obviously, you weren’t winning this one.
As you and Caleb made your way out of the marketplace, chatting and laughing about past mishaps, the bustling environment seemed to shift. The lively chatter and hum of merchants became distant, replaced by a curious lull. Your steps slowed, and instinctively, you looked around.
That’s when you saw him—Sylus.
Dressed in his usual sharp, all-black ensemble, the man looked impossibly out of place in the rustic charm of the marketplace. His presence was magnetic yet foreboding. His striking features—sharp jawline, piercing red eyes that seemed to see too much, and the faint smirk that hinted at both arrogance and danger—commanded attention. Even standing still, he exuded confidence like a coiled serpent, aware of its lethal potential but patient enough to strike only when necessary.
You instinctively stiffened. Though you knew Sylus from past, shall we say, unconventional encounters, it was never easy being in his proximity. Caleb noticed your shift and followed your gaze, his cheerful expression quickly replaced by suspicion.
"Who’s that?" Caleb asked, voice low and taut.
You opened your mouth to respond, but Sylus noticed you both. His smirk widened ever so slightly, and before you could decide whether to walk away or wave, he was moving toward you, his gait casual but purposeful.
“Well, fancy seeing you here,” Sylus drawled, his voice smooth, almost mocking. His gaze flickered to Caleb, scanning him like he was a trivial detail in a much larger picture, before settling on you. "And with company, no less. How... quaint."
Caleb stepped a little closer to you, shoulders squared. “Can we help you with something?” he asked, his tone polite but firm, though his unease was palpable.
Sylus turned his attention fully to Caleb now, as if noticing him for the first time. His smirk turned sharper, a predator recognizing a challenge it didn’t take seriously. "Help? From you? I doubt it, but the offer’s adorable." He then shifted back to you, his tone softening to something almost conversational. "Running errands, are we? Never pictured you as the domestic type."
"Sylus," you interjected, trying to steer the interaction. "We’re just here for groceries. Nothing... noteworthy."
He tilted his head a bit, clearly entertained. "Oh, but you see, everything you do is noteworthy for me."
Caleb’s patience visibly frayed. "What’s your deal, man? You just wander around making people uncomfortable for fun?"
Sylus chuckled, low and dark. "Only when they’re worth my time." He stepped closer—not enough to invade your space, but enough to make his presence loom. "Relax, kid. I’m merely catching up with an old... acquaintance."
Caleb frowned, glancing between you and Sylus. “Acquaintance? You never mentioned this guy before.”
“It’s... complicated,” you muttered, not wanting to dig into the gritty details of how you knew Sylus, or why his interest in you felt more like a game than genuine connection.
Sylus raised a brow, clearly enjoying the tension he’d stirred. "Complicated. Now there’s an understatement." His gaze lingered on Caleb, as if deciding whether to entertain the conversation. "But don’t worry, I have no intention of spoiling your errand run. Today."
There was an unspoken weight to the last word, one Caleb didn’t miss. His jaw tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him.
"Come on, Caleb," you said quickly, grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the exit. "We should get back to Gran."
Sylus didn’t move to stop you, but his voice followed as you walked away. "See you around, sweetie.”
The casual arrogance in his tone made your skin prickle. You didn’t have to look back to know his smirk was still there, etched with the promise of future encounters.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Caleb exhaled sharply. “Who the hell is that guy? And why does he talk like he’s in some kind of mob movie?”
You forced a chuckle, though your grip on the grocery bags tightened. “Just... someone from the past. Don’t let him get to you. He thrives on that.”
Caleb frowned but said nothing, though you knew this wouldn’t be the last you’d hear about it. And deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling Sylus’s appearance wasn’t just a coincidence—it rarely ever was.
╰｡ Author's Note: I am not gonna lie, this took me a while to formulate and think about, I haven't written anything regarding the dead childhood friend-- So, I'm unsure if I did him justice. Hope I did.
Thank you for requesting the idea! Another request that took me a while to complete- spare me. I hope you'll like it as well~
Hello I just wanted to say your a wonderful writer and I really like your fics and I just wanted to request for all the boys if you could some headcanons on how they'd react to a widow reader/MC like it'd interesting to think about a reader that actually was previously in love deeply with someone else and they got married to this person but due to some tragic circumstances this person ended up dying you can choose the cause of death whether it be an accident or sickness or something else entirely like how do you think they'd react to knowing that the reader loved someone else before them ? Like what if the reader is still in grief over there dead partner like they want to start a new relationship but they feel guilty how would they comfort them and such ?
Love Beyond Loss
ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How would the LADS boys react to you still in grief over your previous partner?
ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : head canons, slight angst, comfort & possible OOC
Xavier didn’t mind that you’d loved someone before him; what mattered to him was that you were with him now.
What did trouble him, however, was seeing you still consumed by grief for your previous partner.
Each time he caught you gazing off with that same half-lidded, guilty look, his heart ached.
He longed to lift your spirits, to see you smile fully again, radiating like the stars he admired.
During your breakdowns or moments of doubt about your relationship, he was always there, steady and present.
“I’m here for you,” he’d remind you softly, pulling you into his arms. His face would nuzzle into your hair as he breathed in your familiar scent, offering you the comfort you needed.
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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞
Being a widow didn’t bother Zayne; your past love was a part of you, and that only deepened his understanding of you.
As a doctor, he’d seen the weight of grief many times and knew how overwhelming the process could be.
He never forced physical closeness, respecting your boundaries unless you sought it or he sensed you desperately needed it.
Despite wanting to hold you close, he understood the importance of giving you space to process your emotions.
“Take your time,” he’d murmur gently, his voice soothing as his hand stroked the side of your head with quiet affection.
Zayne never rushed your healing; instead, he patiently offered the time and space you needed to move forward.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥
It was selfish of him, but Rafayel couldn’t help feeling a pang of sadness knowing someone else had held your heart before him.
He had waited years—decades—for you, and though he wanted your love entirely, he knew better than to let those feelings cloud his actions.
At first, he struggled with seeing you lost in thought, your gaze far away in a place he couldn’t reach. But when he saw your grief—the tears streaming down your face—it shattered him.
His own selfish desires seemed trivial compared to your pain; he just wanted to ease the sorrow that weighed so heavily on you.
Though you were slowly moving forward, he knew it wasn’t easy. He admired your strength and vowed to support you through it all.
“I’m never leaving you,” he reassured you in a quiet, steady voice. “You’ll always have me.” His words carried the weight of someone who deeply understood the pain of loss.
. . ────────────── ❅ ⁺.
𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬
Despite his arrogance, Sylus was surprisingly perceptive and emotionally attuned—especially when it came to you.
You couldn’t hide anything from him: the faint strain in your voice, the forced curve of your smile. He saw through it all, and that’s why you finally opened up to him.
Loving him felt natural, but guilt lingered, knowing a part of your heart still mourned your previous partner’s absence.
Before you even said a word, Sylus already seemed to sense your turmoil. When you poured out your feelings, his response was a soft, knowing chuckle.
“Why are you worried? You’re here with me now, aren’t you?” His words felt dismissive at first, but you soon realized it wasn’t indifference—it was certainty.
Sylus was unwavering in his commitment. He didn’t shy away from your grief or try to compete with your past. He was willing to wait, to love you fully and fiercely, no matter how long it took.
In his own way, he made sure you knew: you had his support, his patience, and his heart.
╰｡ Author's Note: This took me a while to fulfill- Aaaahhh. I've been spending time with my friends during my free time that I couldn't find much time (and motivation) to write. ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) Also thank you for the compliment! I also found out that you've taken a hiatus, I hope everything goes well over there! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭
To anyone that's interested, here's the link to mentioning list. ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡
Hello, first of all I want to thank you for the amazing scenes with Sylus. Thank you a lot 🥰
I would like to make a request IF you have the time and energy for it...
Would it be possible to write a scene with Sylus and Caleb (the supposed dead childhood friend)?
I read somewhere that both of them are 190 cm and big in every sense of word...
Maybe Caleb finds out about Sylus being mcs love interest and is not that happy about it? Or something like that. Oh and don't forget the smut or fluff - anything that works for you.
Thank you again ☺️
Crow's Gaze
sʏʟᴜs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : An unexpected encounter with the famous leader of the Onychinus- though of course, only you knew that, but Caleb isn't sure what to make of it.
You and Caleb were out fetching groceries for your grandmother’s house. The marketplace bustled with its usual energy, though it wasn’t overly crowded today, making it easier to navigate. As you wandered between the stalls, you and Caleb exchanged stories about your daily lives, the rare time together making the moment all the more enjoyable. After all, with your hectic schedules, holidays were the only chances to catch up like this.
Usually, you handled errands like these on your own. You didn’t mind—it was part of your routine. Caleb, being busier than you, rarely had the time. And yet, here he was now, proving you wrong.
"Ahha, what’s wrong with helping out?" he said when you’d expressed surprise at his presence. "Coming back early to spend time with you and Gran feels like a win to me."
That cheeky, sheepish grin of his left you sighing in mock defeat. Caleb always had a way of disarming you, leaving little room for argument.
At the counter, you reached for your card to pay for the groceries, but Caleb was faster. His card swiped through effortlessly, his grin triumphant.
"Seriously?" you muttered, shaking your head as you turned toward the bags the cashier was packing.
The bags weren’t heavy, and you reached to grab them, only for Caleb to intercept again.
“I can carry those, Caleb,” you protested, giving him a pointed look.
“I know, pipsqueak, but remember the time the bottom ripped and all the groceries went flying?” His teasing smirk was impossible to ignore.
“That wasn’t my fault! The bag was overloaded—”
“Uh-uh,” he interrupted, hoisting the bags with ease. “Safety measures, remember?”
Obviously, you weren’t winning this one.
As you and Caleb made your way out of the marketplace, chatting and laughing about past mishaps, the bustling environment seemed to shift. The lively chatter and hum of merchants became distant, replaced by a curious lull. Your steps slowed, and instinctively, you looked around.
That’s when you saw him—Sylus.
Dressed in his usual sharp, all-black ensemble, the man looked impossibly out of place in the rustic charm of the marketplace. His presence was magnetic yet foreboding. His striking features—sharp jawline, piercing red eyes that seemed to see too much, and the faint smirk that hinted at both arrogance and danger—commanded attention. Even standing still, he exuded confidence like a coiled serpent, aware of its lethal potential but patient enough to strike only when necessary.
You instinctively stiffened. Though you knew Sylus from past, shall we say, unconventional encounters, it was never easy being in his proximity. Caleb noticed your shift and followed your gaze, his cheerful expression quickly replaced by suspicion.
"Who’s that?" Caleb asked, voice low and taut.
You opened your mouth to respond, but Sylus noticed you both. His smirk widened ever so slightly, and before you could decide whether to walk away or wave, he was moving toward you, his gait casual but purposeful.
“Well, fancy seeing you here,” Sylus drawled, his voice smooth, almost mocking. His gaze flickered to Caleb, scanning him like he was a trivial detail in a much larger picture, before settling on you. "And with company, no less. How... quaint."
Caleb stepped a little closer to you, shoulders squared. “Can we help you with something?” he asked, his tone polite but firm, though his unease was palpable.
Sylus turned his attention fully to Caleb now, as if noticing him for the first time. His smirk turned sharper, a predator recognizing a challenge it didn’t take seriously. "Help? From you? I doubt it, but the offer’s adorable." He then shifted back to you, his tone softening to something almost conversational. "Running errands, are we? Never pictured you as the domestic type."
"Sylus," you interjected, trying to steer the interaction. "We’re just here for groceries. Nothing... noteworthy."
He tilted his head a bit, clearly entertained. "Oh, but you see, everything you do is noteworthy for me."
Caleb’s patience visibly frayed. "What’s your deal, man? You just wander around making people uncomfortable for fun?"
Sylus chuckled, low and dark. "Only when they’re worth my time." He stepped closer—not enough to invade your space, but enough to make his presence loom. "Relax, kid. I’m merely catching up with an old... acquaintance."
Caleb frowned, glancing between you and Sylus. “Acquaintance? You never mentioned this guy before.”
“It’s... complicated,” you muttered, not wanting to dig into the gritty details of how you knew Sylus, or why his interest in you felt more like a game than genuine connection.
Sylus raised a brow, clearly enjoying the tension he’d stirred. "Complicated. Now there’s an understatement." His gaze lingered on Caleb, as if deciding whether to entertain the conversation. "But don’t worry, I have no intention of spoiling your errand run. Today."
There was an unspoken weight to the last word, one Caleb didn’t miss. His jaw tightened, and you could feel the tension radiating off him.
"Come on, Caleb," you said quickly, grabbing his arm and tugging him toward the exit. "We should get back to Gran."
Sylus didn’t move to stop you, but his voice followed as you walked away. "See you around, sweetie.”
The casual arrogance in his tone made your skin prickle. You didn’t have to look back to know his smirk was still there, etched with the promise of future encounters.
As soon as you were out of earshot, Caleb exhaled sharply. “Who the hell is that guy? And why does he talk like he’s in some kind of mob movie?”
You forced a chuckle, though your grip on the grocery bags tightened. “Just... someone from the past. Don’t let him get to you. He thrives on that.”
Caleb frowned but said nothing, though you knew this wouldn’t be the last you’d hear about it. And deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling Sylus’s appearance wasn’t just a coincidence—it rarely ever was.
╰｡ Author's Note: I am not gonna lie, this took me a while to formulate and think about, I haven't written anything regarding the dead childhood friend-- So, I'm unsure if I did him justice. Hope I did.
Thank you for requesting the idea! Another request that took me a while to complete- spare me. I hope you'll like it as well~
