#burninglovefm

[wantcn]

& @burninglovefm // SEMI - PLOTTED

THE DRIVE TO THE ADDRESS WAS A LONG ONE, AN UNCOMFORTABLE ONE. one filled with tension and anticipation as the brunette watched the view outside the window passing by, the neighbourhoods changing before her eyes but none of it registered as her thoughts were occupied by something else. her mind swirling, focused on nothing but what awaited her. the meeting had been arranged without her input. nothing but a match made by those higher in hierarchy above her, a choice made for her. the clothes she wore picked for her. her hair tied back, her white dress a picture of innocence, even if she was the farthest thing from pure.

the car came to a stop and she could swear her heart skipped a beat. Anna was lead towards the house and then inside, the empty hallway echoing her footsteps as the young woman looked around and took everything in, trying not to focus too much on her body's reaction. the way her breath hitched in the back of her throat. the way her skin prickled woth awareness when she entered a study, the room filled to the brim with masculine energy and the smell of something that made her head spin. she was told to wait, to await the arrival of the master and mistress of the household. Anna bit on the inside of her cheek at the sound of that. she knew that the man was married, that she was to enter the relationship as nothing but a side piece. a bed warmer. a womb to breed. a cumdump. and yet the idea of it stirred something deep within her. something rough, primal. "good evening." Anna spoke as the door opened and she heard the spund of footsteps entering the room. her nervous heart stuttering in her chest when she dared to look up at the married couple now standing before her. she offered the woman barely a glance but her green gaze settled on the man with an intensity she was not prepared for. the scent of his cologne - and something more - warming her from the inside and awakening an itch within her veins.

[darlinghearts]

@burninglovefm

❝Come'er sweetheart.❞ Patting his knee with an open INVITATION, Adam looked up at the woman with soft eyes. This was likely not the right TIME for it, but he simply could NOT resist her any longer. ❝Sit with me. Please.❞

[darlinghearts]

@burninglovefm

❝Excuse YOU!❞ Isadora had been minding her own business when her bedroom door SLAMMED open. A stunned gasp left her and she clutched her hand to her CHEST in protest. This likely had her FATHERS will written all over it, but her mind wouldn't catch onto that fact until the SHOCK wore off. ❝What the he - what are you DOING?❞

[thegoodestwitch]

it  had  been  weeks  since  she  first  saved  the  handsome  stranger,  nursing  him  back  to  health  and  tending  to  his  wounds  inside  her  quaint,  single  room  cottage  ⸻  he  was  finally  gaining  back  his  strength  and  for  that  she  was  thankful.  the  maiden  sighed  as  she  noticed  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye,  momentarily  pausing  her  task  of  chopping  veggies  for  the  stew.

“  you’re  doing  too  much  far  too  quickly,  “  cassandra  protested,  wiping  her  hands  on  her  apron  before  approaching  him.  “  i  do  not  wish  to  stitch  you  up  again!  “  she  stood  at  the  bedside,  one  hand  on  his  shoulder  as  if  she  could  push  him  back  down  into  the  bed.  “  you  must  rest,  please.  “  the  woman  herself  did  not  know  what  it  was  like  to  rest,  when  she  was  not  home  taking  care  of  him  ⸻  she  was  at  the  bar,  working  to  pay  off  the  debt  she  was  left  when  her  mother  passed.

closed starter for @burninglovefm

[sealedfcte]

⋆˙⟡ closed starter for @burninglovefm ( open to anyone ! )

“forgive me for noticing, but your heart is racing and your cheeks are flushed. is all well?”

[mysticcls1]

continued from here, with @burninglovefm

like every fortune, the ladies at the ball (his ball, his birthday) orbited the heir like vultures. fioran watched it all time, and stewed while his brother merrick basked in the attention. as the night continued late into the witching hour, he'd found a raven-haired princess, her lips plump and full and dusted with color. throughout the evening he had watched her, had studied her and the others like puzzles to solve. to his dismay, she seemed more eager to skirt past him after pleasantries, and he felt that raging flicker inside surge to a flame.

" yes. i do. " he answered thickly, face blank and his jaw set as he looked down at her over the bridge of his nose. the smile that cracked the cold prince looked unpracticed on his face so prone to holding a haughty scowl. fioran knew he was a good flirt, but he knew something else he was better at, too. better than merrick, anyway. " you've already danced with my brother. twice. and yet, not with me? " the words softened, almost playful, but he released her wrist as requested. " i suggest we remedy that. would you join me for a dance? or a stroll to our stables? they are more magnificent than rumored to be."

[corsetslacedup]

closed starter for: @burninglovefm’s Eleanor Hightower

“A pleasure to be of service. My Queen back in Lunaruz thinks highly of you, and was happy to lend my services to you,” Dustin Leif said to Eleanor Hightower with a charismatic smile, “and my loyalty is yours, while I am with you,” he swore, holding his right hand above his heart to signify an oath to her, hoping the signal was known by her and not only a Lunaruzian signal of a promise that would be punishable by death if broken. “I just, admittedly, hope you find you have no use for my skills,” he informed her solemnly, as he was a poisons master, after all.

[thegoodestwitch]

(    🧡    )     ⸻  "  you  seem  disappointed....  i  may  not  be  as  handsome  as  you  expected,  but  I  shall  never  treat  you  unkindly,"  rystan  spoke  gently  even  as  his  tall  stature  towered  over  the  other. ⸻ @burninglovefm

“  disappointed?  ”  she  repeated,  “  forgive  me,  you've  got  me  all  wrong.  ”  evangeline  remarked,  her  cheeks  flushed.  he  was  handsome,  far  more  so  then  she  had  expected.  “  i  was  only  .  .  .  surprised,  my  lord,  that  you  would  choose  me  for  your  bride.  ”