Hey~ It's finally here: Love and Leases demo is officially out! So first off, I want to say I'm excited for you all to get to check it out, but also nervous as hell. So many of you have become invested in our little rag tag group of characters, and it's fun to see. The support has been amazing.
The demo includes:
⌂ Prologue + Chapter 1 ⌂
Word Count: 54,948
Meet some familiar faces: Cam, Kara, G.
Meet some new faces: M, Isaac, Ardent.
Meet a few more important characters in MC's life.
Customize your lovable dog.
Make some important decisions regarding MC's future, and how they feel about certain people in MC's life.
Also three side stories!
Demo here.
I hope you guys enjoy it! I'm leaving inbox open so that you can message me about any errors (here's hoping there are none!) I may be slow this week due to my birthday on Thursday.
Now, I'm going to go do something celebratory! 🎉🍾
I needed a break from working on Ardent in Blender and decided to bake some cookies. Somehow even they turned out Love and Leases themed. Send help! 🤭
I hate modelling hair. 😭 Any tips on how to model stylised curls are appreciated!
I tried three different hairstyles on Ardent already and they all don't satisfy me. Not to mention that it's only my second time sculpting a bust and my first one with hair at all. 😂 But I'm getting there. But I had so much fun working on his face. He is gorgeous, ngl. 😍
If I had a nickel for every time MC's childhood best friend was a redhead, I'd have four nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened four times.
Confessing to you late at night when they think you're asleep
Now this HAS to be Cam 😚
You know it! I was going to make it clumsy, but I guess Cam wanted to go for the heartstrings today. (Below the cut~)
If it were anyone else, Cam would have complained about sharing such a small bed. But it wasn't. It was you. It had always been you.
You were pressed close against him, the little makeshift wall of pillows he'd carefully built between you long gone. He wasn't surprised - he might've been the culprit.
"I'm cold," he murmured, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close. It wasn't entirely a lie, though your body heat chased away the night's chill. The small apartment never had good heating, and you'd ended up in his bed more often than on the couch these days. Not that either of you minded.
You felt the brush of warm breath against your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. One of his legs shifted, slipping between yours, his foot hooking around yours as if it belonged there.
"Red…" he whispered, his hand hesitating before tapping your stomach. He sighed, and before you could turn to look at him he buried his face into the curve of your neck. Your pulse quickened at the closeness, the intimacy.
Then, barely audible, his voice wavered. "I don't know how much longer I can keep it from you," Warm tears slipped onto your skin as his body trembled against you. "I love you. I have for… for what feels like forever. Please, just…" He shook his head, his breath hitching as if the weight of his words threatened to crush him.
"Don't hate me. Because I can't fucking hold it in anymore. I feel like it's killing me. I loved you before Chris ever did. I loved you first. So much it hurts."
He took a shuddering breath, his voice barely holding together. "One day, I promise. I promise I'll tell you when you're awake. Just wait for me. Please, wait for me."
His lips pressed softly to your cheek before he started to pull his hand away.
But you couldn't let him.
The sound that escaped him was almost a sob when you grabbed his hand, keeping it firmly in place. "Red?" Fear laces his voice, thick and raw, and when you turned in his arms, his expression shattered what was left of your composure. His cheeks glistened with tears, his face a perfect portrait of anguish.
He tried to pull away, but your palm found his cheek, brushing away the wetness. His breathing slowed as your hand moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
"I'm tired of waiting, Cam."
Whatever reply he had was swallowed by your lips, soft but insistent. Reassuring. You'd imagined this moment - what his lips would feel like, taste like. The hunger behind his kiss. But not this. Not the way his breath hitched, his hand trembling as he gripped yours. You never imagined he would feel like he might break apart in your arms.
"Say it again," you urged, your voice steady, grounding him.
"I love you," he breathed, the words no longer shaky. His kiss, no longer uncertain.
