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Lillium RooseveltThe door shut behind us with a soft click, sealing in a cocoon of glass, warmth, and muted tension. James’s footsteps were quiet against the carpet, but mine echoed in my chest—heavy, unsure. The VIP lounge was sleek and quiet, outfitted with tall windows that offered a panoramic view of the drift track below. The whole circuit was bathed in sharp lights and shadowy curves, the smell of fuel barely muted by the thick walls. Beyond the glass, Adam's world roared to life.And he was somewhere down there in it.I walked straight to the window, drawn like a magnet. My hands pressed lightly against the cold pane as my eyes scanned the pits, the idle cars, the winding snake of asphalt wrapped in floodlights. I looked for black. For movement. For him.But I couldn’t see him yet.The pressure in my chest didn’t budge.“He’s fine,” a voice said beside me—calm, firm, lightly amused. “Adam knows what he’s doing.”I turned my head just enough to see Christopher standing there, h

Adam Lewiston The road curved just ahead of us—gentle, winding, familiar. My hand rested on the wheel, the other elbow propped casually along the side of the open window as the late afternoon breeze filtered through. The sun was warm, golden, casting long shadows over the endless English countryside.Lu had been talking for twenty minutes straight.Correction: nagging for twenty minutes straight after he found out I do Drifting Race“…I mean, how come I didn’t know?” he said, voice rising slightly with every word. “Drifting, Adam? Seriously? You? That’s borderline illegal!”I glanced at him briefly, lips twitching into a smirk. “Borderline?”“You know what I mean.” His eyes narrowed. “And don’t give me that look.”“I didn’t say anything,” I said, keeping my gaze on the road.“But you were thinking it.” He crossed his arms like a grumpy prince on a thrown-off schedule. “You always do that thing with your mouth when you’re amused. It’s annoying.”I chuckled. “It’s cute when you pretend

Adam Lewiston Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, a gentle confirmation of our new beginning. I savored the taste of him, the feel of our mouths moving in sync, like we'd been doing this for years instead of minutes.Lu's hands slid into my hair, tilting my head just right as he deepened the kiss. My own fingers found purchase on his waist, pulling him closer until our bodies pressed together, smooth to heated skin.Breathless, we broke apart, gazes locked. I could see the desire there, simmering and ready to boil over. It matched the lust coursing through my own veins, making my pulse race and my heart thud in my chest."With you on this boat," I murmured, tracing the curve of his ear with my lips, "I never want to be anywhere else."Lu shivered, a soft gasp escaping him. "Then let's make this timeless," he whispered back, his breath hot against my skin.And with those words, the atmosphere on the boat shifted. The gentle rocki

Adam LewistonThe city was quiet in that rare, sacred kind of way that only came after midnight. The kind where even London held its breath. We sat at the bow of the boat, the deck beneath us humming gently as it drifted down the Thames. The water shimmered under the moonlight, liquid silver carrying secrets only the two of us would hear tonight.Our coats had long been discarded, draped somewhere behind us. The sleeves of our shirts were rolled just above the elbows—mine wrinkled and soft from the breeze, his folded neatly like he didn’t know how effortlessly he was undoing me. Two buttons undone. Skin just barely revealed. It shouldn’t have mattered. It did. The bottle of wine sat between us, half-empty now. Our glasses tilted in our hands like afterthoughts. Neither of us spoke.But I couldn't stop watching him.Lillium Roosevelt—this soft-mouthed, sharp-witted, maddening contradiction of a man. He sat beside me like he belonged to the night. Elbows on his knees, fingers curled gen

Lillium RooseveltThe city glowed like a dream dipped in gold. I sat still in the backseat of the car, my fingers tangled nervously in my lap as the tires hummed quietly along the cobbled roads. The window beside me framed London like a moving painting—lamplights casting halos on the wet pavement, buildings gleaming under the weight of history, and strangers walking beneath the kind of night sky that felt too beautiful to interrupt.I should’ve been excited. Maybe I was.But mostly?I was terrified.I adjusted the lapel of my coat and exhaled slowly, trying not to wrinkle the dark emerald shirt I’d carefully picked out for the night. It was buttoned all the way up, tucked neatly into tailored black slacks—simple, clean, and too carefully chosen to be casual. I hadn’t worn something this deliberately romantic in years.My reflection in the window barely looked like me.Adam was waiting.Somewhere ahead—wherever t

Lillium RooseveltThe sun was just beginning to stretch across the morning sky, golden threads weaving through the gauze of drifting clouds. A quiet kind of joy hummed under my skin as I padded softly down the marble steps, the dew still fresh beneath my soles.My body ached—but it was the kind that made you smile, made you remember. I tugged my cardigan closer around my shoulders, unable to wipe the grin off my face, as I walked around the estate. Everything that happened last night still danced vividly behind my eyes—the way he touched me, the way he said my name like a promise, the way we moved like there was nothing else in the world but the two of us.It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just passion. It was something else entirely. Something real.The garden stretched wide before me like a painting brought to life—roses and tulips, all in bloom beneath the early light. It felt like stepping into a dream where nothing loud or cruel could reach us.

Present Day Twenty-third of December, New York City TYLER Just as the snow kept falling on the ground, Miles and I decided to take a walk around the park. Even in the cold weather, we couldn't resist the beauty of the winter wonderland surrounding us. The trees were dusted in snow, their branches hanging low under the weight of the sparkling flakes. The lakes were frozen over, a sheet of ice reflecting the sunlight as it peeked through the clouds. And in the distance, we could see people skating on the frozen water, their laughter echoing through the frosty air. "It's been a while, Miles," I said, trying to break the silence as we walked side by side, our footsteps leaving imprints in the freshly fallen snow. Miles looked at me and smiled, his teeth slightly visible under his scarf. "Yeah, it has," he replied, his voice warm and familiar. I couldn't help but be taken aback by his mesmerizing smile, his hazel eyes still holding the same sparkle that I remembered. We had been tog

MILES Prom night had been one of the most unforgettable nights of my life. I had spent months preparing for it, getting the perfect suit, finding the perfect date, and convincing my parents to let me go. But what made that night truly unforgettable was not the glitz and glamour of the prom, but the decision that Tyler and I made afterwards. Tyler and I talked about our plans. We wanted to go on a trip together, just the two of us, and create unforgettable memories. At first, we had planned to go somewhere foreign, someplace exotic and romantic. But we began to realize that he would soon be heading off to college and may not have the chance to travel together again. So, we decided to change our plans and go somewhere meaningful instead. At my Grandfather's hometown. Tyler loved the idea and we began planning our trip immediately. As we shared our plans with our families, they were overjoyed and my parents suggested that we make it a family trip. At first, I was hesitant, thinking i

MILES As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. It was prom night, and I had been looking forward to this moment for weeks. My black suit and red bowtie were perfectly tailored, and my black hair was styled to perfection. I couldn't help but smile at my reflection, feeling confident and beautiful. But as I gazed into the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder if my boyfriend would be just as impressed. We had been together for a month now, and I had always made an effort to look my best for him. But tonight was different, tonight was special. I wanted to make sure he knew just how much he meant to me. I took a deep breath and straightened my tie, adjusting the bowtie so that it sat perfectly in place. I smoothed out my hair and took one last look at myself before turning away from the mirror. It was time to meet my date and start our night. As I stood there in my room, surrounded by the familiar walls and

EMILY As we all sat down at the dinner table, I couldn't help but notice how grumpy Dad's expression was. His brows met, and there was anger and frustration in his eyes. He must be having a bad day today. "How was your day?" my mom asked as she handed the mashed potatoes to Dad. Dad took a deep breath before answering, his voice low and gruff. "It was a long day," he said, his jaw clenched. "I had to deal with a lot of stuff at work, and then I lost 3-star players off my team." I could feel my eyes rolling in my head before he even finished the sentence. Meredith caught my reaction and let out a chuckle. She must have gotten my humor because she knew exactly what was coming. As we began eating our dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust listening to Dad's empathetic way of sharing about his day. He was talking about how difficult it was to lose his three best players, how it was going to affect our chances in the tournament, and how he was struggling to find new playe

JESSICA The morning light crept into my room, casting a pale glow over the familiar scene of my bedside table, cluttered with books and papers, and my rumpled bedcovers. But nothing could dispel the darkness that had settled in my heart. My mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and hurt as I read the latest news on my phone. My father's affair with my best friend, Sophie, was no secret anymore. It was all over the school's website, splashed across the screens of every device within reach. And it wasn't just the embarrassment and shame that cut deep; it was the knowledge that my flesh and blood had betrayed me, that he had chosen his desires over our family's well-being. But that wasn't even the worst part. As if the stab to my heart wasn't enough, the article also revealed that my mother's struggles with insanity had become so severe that she could no longer keep up the pretense of normalcy. I felt like I was drowning in a tidal wave of pain and anger, unable to escape the crushing

JESSICA As the night descended, the shadows grew long and dark, casting an eerie glow over everything as the streets were adorned with streetlamps, save for the distant hum of crickets and the occasional barking of dogs. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I drove my car towards my aunt's Wedding Anniversary Party, while the memory of my mother's recent conversation with that psychiatrist still lingered in my mind. I sighed to calm myself, the air around me seemed to shift and ripple like a heat mirage on a summer day. The tension in my shoulders eased ever so slightly as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the cool night air wash over me. When I opened my eyes again, everything looked different - the neon lights of the city seemed brighter, the sounds of traffic more distant, and the stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across the velvet blackness of the sky. It was then that I knew something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.