📲 ruy 🩷
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amara: i have an important question…
amara: on a scale of 1-10, how much do you adore me? 🤔

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📲 ruy 🩷
@gctfuked
amara: i have an important question…
amara: on a scale of 1-10, how much do you adore me? 🤔
@gctfuked said — "you make it hard."
“it's not my fault … it doesn't have to be like this.”
continued from — ♡ @gctfuked
“the itch? what the fuck are you talking about? we planned this months ago." freya shot back and reached into a desk drawer. she pulled out a print out of the plane tickets and hotel itinerary to prove that she wasn't in fact the crazy one. “so, what, i'm supposed to go by myself? these are non-refundable, ace." freya tossed the papers back onto the desk and paced a little, trying to stay cool and collected. she understood that schedules changed last minute, but she really needed this. they needed it. “yeah, maybe you're right.” she murmured, looking down. the disappointment was clear on her face. all of the effort she'd put into the relationship felt like it was slipping away by the second. “you don't even love me, do you?”
@gctfuked said — "you don't want me here? then why does your body say otherwise?"
seraphina stood in the doorway of her penthouse, determined not to let callan cross the threshold. their last conversation wasn't a nightmare, but it didn't mean that she should let him back into her life before more time had passed. he was right though. every part of her wanted him there with her. missed him being close enough to hear and touch. not having their dynamic felt unnatural – toxicity aside. her eyes moved to her bodyguard, nico, standing a few feet behind callan. she shook her head and he backed off, slowly heading back down the hallway. “shut up and come inside.” seraphina sighed and walked into the kitchen, white robe fluttering behind her.
' you know , actually , ' leans in just enough to allure him with the smell of her perfume as she lowers her voice to speak just between the two of them . ' i think he's pretty good at making me the happiest i've ever been . see this smile ? totally all him . ' / closed starter for @gctfuked , based
helena vargas starter for dante / @gctfuked
this was one charity event that helena never looked forward to. every year the booze, the food, the music, the whole vibe got worse. she ran into too many people that she’d rather avoid. liars, hypocrites, backstabbers. client poachers. on the other hand, she was personally invited by the wealthy organizer and it would be a bad business decision not to attend. to make things slightly better, she'd booked herself a room at the swanky downtown hotel for the entire weekend. by morning helena would be waking up to a beach view and lounging by the water for hours. she was about twenty minutes from heading up to her room, hiding out at the open bar — with the crappy free booze. a voice caught her attention, head turning. “sorry?”
@gctfuked said — "I’m not jealous. You’re just mine."
“so grumpy before we go to sleep. like a pissed off grizzly bear. grrrrrr.” seraphina cooed and chuckled softly in the dark bedroom, pressing a kiss to callan's shoulder. “nothin' to be jealous about, baby. i love being your phina.” she hugged him from behind, resting her chin on the man's shoulder blade as they laid in bed together. “ti amerò per sempre. per tutta la mia vita. nessun altro uomo potrebbe mai essere paragonato.” she whispered affectionately. “by the way, my dad's adding another bodyguard to my security detail. he's in negotiations with one of the cartels. only temporary."
( closed starter for @gctfuked : daniel j. - plot : tbd. )
the brunette pushed her way through the crowding bar. her nose scrunching at the scent of tobacco and stale clothes. "excuse me." she pushed through, not caring about the angry grunts that she'd earned. if they'd stop blocking the entire path then maybe there wouldn't be a problem! a breath huffed out of her and one wrong turn ran her into a hard chest and a drink spilling down the front of herself. full lips parted with a sharp intake of air, "shit!"