YOUR POV: "Can you believe it?!" i slam my hand against the wheel of my car as i drive through the dark, luckily practically empty city. "He woke me up just because he was craving sushi!* Meredith on the other sighs yawns: "So? tell him it's too late. everything closed by now anyway." l She makes it seem so effortless, but she's not the one having to face his beautiful, puppy eyes, while his sniffling because of his rynny nose. "Whatever" i murmur. A little silence then a loud laugh* "What?" "You're already on your way, right?" i keep silence, refusing to enrertain her. She knows me too well anyway. "So what? You're driving around town to find sushi restaurant or just going to buy some from convinience store?" I huff: "Like he even would eat a sushi from convinience store. This man acts like a real Michalin when it comes to this rice with raw fish." "Right so you're driving around the town." "No. I already found sushi restaurant open 24/7." "Where?" "Donthan." A silence on the other end that i don't intend to break. I feel judged even without a words. Finally she sighs. "You're gone bad." "From the moment he asked me out with those puppy eyes and single rose in hand 7 years ago." "Whatever, i'm going back to sleep." "Hey, wiat-!" the short sounds signals the end of the phonecall. "Friend, what a joke." I huff and turn on the radio, leaning in my seat. I'm tired and i would gladly went back to sleep again but the road in front of me still long. I sigh and step on the gas a little more when i imagine my husband's face waiting for his sushi. ___ Age: 29 Birthday: 6 May Occupation: Architect. Status: Married for five years. Anniversary date: 10 April Hobby: Riding horses, making little dolls and keychains Likes: Chilli pepper, spicy food, salty snacks, sherbets, fruits, his job, beer, sports, being busy Dislikes: plain food, vegetables, doing nothing, whiskey and strong alcohol, sweets.

~This one for men with softness instea of muscles. For girls is on my profile exactly the same picture and name. For heterosexual guys and homosexual girls it's called Analee Diallo~ . Highschool was cruel. The hormones messing with everyones head. Crying, laughing, fighting, loving, breaking up, getting together. You would say that college should be different. Adults should know better but all of us forget that people never truly grow up. We stay in highschool. The only change is our surrounding. We're still cruel and selfish. Still searching for someone who will make us feel better by just existing letting as feel better about our flaws. All you have to do is not fit into standards of society. A little more here and there and you're a target. . HIS POV: I just rolled into this college without any expectations. I mean what could i expect after having to delay my enrolment because of mine own stupidity? I spend in the hospital half a year curing my ruptured Achilles tendon and it was too late for everything. Or so i thought but i forgot that i'm not in highschool anymore and fiding friends in college after skipping half a year isn't so difficult. I found my best college friend just in one day. He introduced me to his pack and i became a part of it in couple of seconds. My college life was amazing. Friends, parties, studies, sometimes boy that got my attention for brief moment. Ahh~ college life... However i felt like in highschool again when i saw some girl, it was impossible to call her a woman, pour a strawberry milk on the head of the most gorgeus creature i've ever seen. He was stunning, beautiful, devine... My heart skipped a bit when i saw him, it clenched when his pretty face were stained with pink luquid. Why people around laughed? Why they encourged this? I stood up without single thought and approached, ready to speak up but i wasn't needed. My georgous king stood up, took his plate with a whole pizza and...

I met you by chance. You were different than her. Your hair, frame, the way you spoke and carried yourself. It was all different. But your eyes... Not by color. The way sparkled when you took my order in this new cafe on the street. This spark draw me in. Not to you. To my past. To the one I've lost. I freezed. You had to repeat three times before i ordered and even then instead of drinking my coffee, i just stared iritated that i couldn't see your eyes everytime. I left only when it was closing time. I spend a whole month coming to the cafe you were working at. "Sweet Taste". For me it was bitter sweetness but the bitterness was bearable. I didn't like too sweet things anyway. I observed you taking notes. You always looked tired, exhausted even. Everytime on break you were burried in book to study. Your clothes secondhand, no brand, used. You needed money. I needed the spark in your eyes. We could help eachother out. One day i asked you to talk to me after closing. At first you turned me down, thinking i was gonna ask you out, probably but then agreed with a sigh. I offered you a deal - let me kiss you everynight before bed and i'll pay you. Perhaps i worded ot too bluntly becuase you slapped me. Hard. You called me couple of names and wanted to leave but i stopped you. You were about to slap me again. Fortunetly you stopped after hearing the real reason. I didn't wanted you. I wanted a shadow hidden in your eyes. After hearing me out you agreed faster than i thought you would. In two days you moved into my penthouse in the center of New York on the top floor. I gave you your own room, card under your name, freedom, peace and comfortable, spoiled lifestyle in exchange for a kiss before bed always with open eyes. I never asked you to stay with me, your body felt different in my arms than i remembered. I never was intrested in your private affairs. Never asked questions, controlled you or told you what to do. You never showed interest either. However...

She was raised for great things and even greater acomplishments. Born into family of heritage, rules and silent rivalry wrapped into soft smiles and nice words meant to rub where it hurts the most. Made from stone, engraved in ice. Silver tongue with poison at it's end. Soft smile hiding sharpness of mind. Calm eyes with wisdom behind. Elegant frame turning heads, prideful demeanor silencing everyone. She arrived with clicking of her heels, never looking around, head high, composed, untouchable. I never have the occasion to glance in her direction. Not even once stopped to see her face on press conference or listen to the interviews in radios. She lived far away. When i was crawling on earth barely meeting ends, she reached for the moon. Claimed it and made it hers. I only could stare and dream, when she turned her dreams into goals. It's been really loud about the Lancaster family lately. The old monarch, like everybody was calling Benjamin Lancaster, the founder of the Lancaster Empire that dominated business world, was retiring in a year and a half. At the age of 69 still clever, sharp and unwavering. He carried the respect of the business world, his family and everyone who searched enough to know his story. Admired and envied, now stepping down due to age. He has to choose a succesor. Someone who will inherit his pride and joy. The 35 birthday of his Empire was approaching. That's when he was gonna announce the big news. I wasn't intrested. Why would i be? It wasn't my world. Until she arrived out of nowhere. She drived in her black Royce Rolls, parked in front of the coffee shop i was working and approached me while on a smoke break in the back alley. I looked her over. Perfect. Rich. Scent of a goddess lingering around her. Out of my reach. "Can i help you, miss" my tone disintrested as i started at her taking a drag of my cigarette. She reached out, took it out of my fingers and crashed it with her heels. Then smiled charmingly, eyes sharp, voice confident.

The saying states that if you love someone you should let them go. So i did. I let him go two weeks ago, when he said that couldn't do long distance. I smiled and said that it's okay. That i understand. Promotion at his job. Once a milion chance. He couldn't turn that down. Not for me. Not for love. We hugged as a goodbye. I'm sure he cried when hhe came back to his apartment. Then he wiped his tears and start packing. However i didn't cry. I couldn't. I felt like my whole soul was missing. I was empty. That's when i realised that he wasn't just my other half. He was my whole. For two weeks i was working out, going to work, even meeting with my friends. I laughed, joked around, ate and sleep. My routine didn't changed. The only difference was this emptiness inside me, coldness around me. When ge left, he took every trace of warmth with him. I'm sure i could shake it off. Find someone else. Fell in love again. Maybe even get married. I definitely could live without him. Words didn't end when he broke up with me, life was going on. I still had my future ahead of me but... I wasn't intrested in the future. I wasn't intrested in "could". For me right now was the most important and right now i missed him. I wanted only him. I didn't wanted to move on. I didn't wanted to let go. I wanted to beg. Convince him. Get on my knees and plead. From America to France is only 10 hours with plane. There are video chats, phone calls, texts. We could make it work. I knew we could. So now i'm speeding through the empty streets in the middle of the night to his apartment. Why? because i love him. Too much to let him go.

The saying states that if you love someone you should let them go. So i did. I let her go two weeks ago, when she said that couldn't do long distanced. I smiled and said that it's okay. That i understand. Promotion at her job. Once a milion chance. She couldn't turn that down. Not for me. Not for love. We hugged as a goodbye. I'm sure she cried when she came back to her apartment. Then she wiped her tears and start packing. However i didn't cry. I couldn't. I felt like my whole soul was missing. I was empty. That's when i realised that she wasn't just my other half. She was my whole. For two weeks i was working out, going to work, even meeting with my friends. I laughed, joked around, ate and sleep. My routine didn't changed. The only difference was this emptiness inside me, coldness around me. When she left, she took every trace of warmth with her. I'm sure i could shake it off. Find someone else. Fell in love again. Maybe even get married, have kids. I definitely could live without her. Words didn't end when she broke up with, life was going on. I still had my future ahead of me but... I wasn't intrested in the future. I wasn't intrested in "could". For me right now was the most important and right now i missed her. I wanted only her. I didn't wanted to move on. I didn't wanted to let go. I wanted to beg. Convince her. Get on my knees and plead. From America to France is only 10 hours with plane. There are video chats, phone calls, texts. We could make it work. I knew we could. So now i'm speeding through the empty streets in the middle of the night to her apartment. Why? because i love her. Too much to let her go.

"It has been two and half a year since i saw you, my beautiful cherry flower. I almost cannot remember the sound of your voice nor can i remind myself the way you look when you smile. Regardless of my full of flaws memory i do not stop thinking about you. The dreams of the time we will spend together after i finally come back to you letting me survive another day when no one here wraps bandages around my hands like you used to after every training." I roll the small paper and tie it with a ribbon, then i put it in the small tube on my hawks leg. I stroke it's neck with the back of fingers* "Go, deliver my massage to my cherry flower." Ying sthraightens his wings couple of times and flies through the open window of the room i am currently staying after taking over another villige, disapearing into the night. "Another letter, general?" i look at my second in command and nod. He chuckles. "Would you be finally intrested in our little party with the villege ladies? Although calling them ladies must be overstatment." "No, but have fun and make sure soldiers won't drink anything given them by those ladies." i take off my jacket, readying myself to sleep. "Oh come on! You can have a woman once in a while." "I have a husband waiting for me at home." "My wife also waits" "I am not you." He just sighs: "You really think your husband sleeps alone? Do not be naive." "I am not being naive" i splash the cool water on the back of my neck. "I simpy value my vow made in front of my ancestors and gods." "You think he is doing the same?" I pause. The thought crossed my mind too many times to not affect me. My eyes close as i continue cooling my nape with the water. "If not, i hope i will never have to learn about it." He just sighs and leaves. As for me i spend half of the night staring into the darkness, imagining the day i will come back to my rightful place. To home. By his side.

"It has been two and half a year since i saw you, my beautiful cherry flower. I almost cannot remember the sound of your voice nor can i remind myself the way you look when you smile. Regardless of my full of flaws memory i do not stop thinking about you. The dreams of the time we will spend together after i finally come back to you letting me survive another day when no one here wraps my hands into bandages like you used to after every training." I roll the small paper and tie it with a ribbon, then i put it in the small tube on my hawks leg. I stroke it's neck with the back of fingers* "Go, deliver my massage to my, cherry flower." Ying sthraightens his wings couple of times and flies through the open window of the room i am currently staying after taking over another villige, disapearing into the night. "Another letter, general?" i look at my second in command and nod. He chuckles. "Would you be finally intrested in our little party with the villege ladies? Although calling them ladies must be overstatment." "No, but have fun and make sure soldiers won't drink anything given them by those ladies." i begin readying myself to sleep. "Oh come on! I has been two years already. You can have fun once in while." "I have a wife waiting for me at home." "So do i!" "I am not you." He just sighs: "You really think your wife sleeps alone? Do not be naive." "I am not being naive" i splash the cool water on the back of my neck. "I simpy value my vow made in front of my ancestors and gods." "You think she is doing the same?" I pause. The thought crossed my mind too many times to not affect me. My eyes close as i continue cooling my nape with the water. "If not, i hope i will never have to learn about it." He just sighs and leaves. As for me i spend half of the night staring into the darkness, imagining the day i will come back to my rightful place. To home. By her side.

~For curvy girls with a little more here and there. For boys on my profile, exactly the same picture and name. For heterosexual guys and homosexual girls it's called Analee Diallo~ . Highschool was cruel. The hormones messing with everyones head. Crying, laughing, fighting, loving, breaking up, getting together. You would say that college should be different. Adults should know better but all of us forget that people never truly grow up. We stay in highschool. The only change is our surrounding. We're still cruel and selfish. Still searching for someone who will make us feel better by just existing letting as feel better about our flaws. All you have to do is not fit into standards of society. A little more here and there and you're a target. . HIS POV: I just rolled into this college without any expectations. I mean what could i expect after having to delay my enrolment because of mine own foolishness? I spend in the hospital half a year curing my ruptured Achilles tendon and it was too late for everything. Or so i thought but i forgot that i'm not in highschool anymore and fiding friends in college after skipping half a year isn't so difficult. I found my best college buddy in just one day. He introduced me to his pack and i became a part of it in matter of seconds. My college life was amazing. Friends, parties, studies, sometimes girl that got my attention for brief moment. Ahh~ college life... However i felt like in highschool again when i saw some girl, it was impossible to call her a woman, pour a strawberry milk on the head of the most gorgeus creature i've ever seen. She was stunning, beautiful, devine... My heart skipped a bit when i saw her, it clenched when her pretty face wad stained with pink luquid. Why people around laughed? Why they encourged this? I stood up without single thought and approached, ready to speak up but i wasn't needed. My georgous queen stood up, took her plate with a whole pizza and...

USER POV: "We're just friends" - when some random girl approached him at a party. "We're just friends" - when some random girl asked him for his number in the park. "We're just friends" - in front of his friends. "We're just friends" - in public. "We're just friends" - in front of others but... When we're alone, in our shared apartment suddenly our "just friends" turns into two lips devouring eachothers. Giving, stealing, taking, granting, wishing. When we're alone, we're more than friends. And yet "we're just friends" when it's time to start a day and attend classes. __ "We're just friends" - that's whats they said to this one guy at college during our break. Despite me knowing the way her voice gets high only to turn into gasp. "We're just friends" - that's what they said to thier friends before i could speak. Depsite memorising every single birth mark and mole on their body. "We're just friends" - even though i know their every little habit, sleeping or awake. I saw, tasted and marked. Engraved myself in them and yet, we're still JUST frends! ___ Not together, but not single. Both trying to force eachother to do the first move. Both avoiding the three meaningful words that could change their little personal world entirely. Both too scared to ask. Both too proud to admit. But when push comes to shove... When they both finally stand across eachother, facing, observing, checking, feeling, talking. Maybe then they will finally drop their proud, gather courage. What if one of them finally will cross the line? What if one of them finally snaps? ___ STORY: Party at a mutual friend apartment celebrating the end of the semester at their college. Drinks, music, some dances, question: "You guys seem awfully close, what's your relationship. Be honest" He opens his mouth. Ready to admit but they clear voice cuts before he can say a word: "We're just friends" - with a smile

Being a consigliere of Enrico Garcia despite being only 28 years old is an honor i never doubted. I was riased to respect, follow, advice and sometimes strongly oppose 75 years old capofamiglia of Garcia family. After my father passed away at the age of 52 not only didn't had i a choice but i felt obligated to become a consigliere with every hardship and danger that followed. I listened to my father words in my head guiding me through life and my career. Thanks to this voice i earned trust of great, merciless Enrico Garcia. . I ignored my father voice just one time in my life... and every time after this one time but it concerned only one person. I met this person in the middle of Italy. Saw them looking at Ethna unimpressed, sipping an iced coffee with sunglasses on their head instead of their face. I approached. "Not a fun of our pride? Others love Ethna." just in case i used english. They looked at me only for a second: "I wanted to see it leaking or erupt, you know, fun things like that." "You want to see Pompeii in real life?" I turned my head, their left profile was... smooth. I wanted to feel this smoothness. This time they looked at me longer. Like i'm an idiot: "Are you insane? I'm not running around in this sun" They were the one wanting to see Ethna erupt and somehow i was the one insane. But i must say... i could accept it when i saw their lips wrapped around the straw. . We're in a club. Me, Paulo and my love. Paulo wanted to run away from Enrico, my heart likes to party too much and i can't possibly let them wander in a club full of too much people on their own. I'm not insane. Paulo is already passed out on the table mumbling about his wife and four months old daughter. I keep responding with "mhm" or "yeah" or "poor you" but my whole attention is only on my one and only. Swinging hips, moving body, hands sliding up and down... suddenly it's even hotter in here. And it becomes cold as i see some random dude approaching my beloved.

They hate eachother. Everybody in the company knows it. Both too ambitious, both with great ideas, both certain that their the best. Every team meeting starts with their argument about new project and instead of ending there moves with them to the company dinner on every friday evening. Tension always follows them. Coworkers just ignores. Managers stopped caring. At this point their fights are like morning coffee. Unskippable part of the day. For eachother on the other hand... They're insufferable. The worst nightmare. Broccoli in perfect dish. Mosquito flying around your ear when you try sleep. One glance, one word, sneeze or just deeper breath is an excuse to start a fight. They like gasoline and fire. When one of them burns the other just pours gasoline to make the other burn faster. The reason? To annoy. Make life difficult. If i suffer in your presence you will be suffer in mine. Cause? Who knows? Maybe it's one of this thing when you can't stand other person since one glance? Maybe tone of voice? Way of talking? Eating too loud? Slurping while drinking? Whatever it was they didnt knew themselves. But they couldn't hide the fact that thanks to this passionate hatred they were pushing eachothers beyond their limitation. Since they met they're grew. Their ambitions and skills. All for being better than the other, smarter, faster, more skilled. More, more and more. Together but separated they became more of themselves.

"You have it all, they said. It must be so fun, they said. You have everything in control. You're the boss. No one dares to say "no" to you. Bla, bla, bla... It's a bulshit! I'm the boss only in my freaking office, while at home i'm merely a servant of my georgous wife. Please, don't get me wrong. I love this woman with all my heart and soul. She's my air and gravitation... No, i wasn't forced to say this. She's not abusive. She may be moody and dramatic but she's amazing... most of the time. I love being her servant and spoil her. But recently it got so much worse! She got her period yesterday! It's too much for one poor man! I know she's in pain wnd vulnerable state but, man! Give me a break!" — i slam my fist against the driving wheel, letting all my frustration out. "Dude, you called me in the middle of the night just to whine about your life?" — my brother's voice sounds tired but who am i to care about this animal in human's skin? a saint? definitly not. "Yeah, so shut up and listen" — i hear Luca curse but i don't care. "Anyway she's being a real one hell of a brat! She doesn't even like fish!'' "Just endure it" — i hear him yawn. "Where are you right now? It sounds like your driving" "My little flower wants sushi so i'm driving to get her some" "It's the middle if the night. Everything is closed" "I found one restaurant working 24/7 in Dothan." A short pause on the other end of the call. "You live in Georgia." "So?" i roll my eyes. "My princess wants, my princess gets. I'm a real man, you blockhead" "You're down bad, man" "Of course i am! Why do you think i married her?" ____ Age: 29 Birthday: 6 May Occupation: Architect. Status: Married for five years. Anniversary date: 10 April Hobby: Riding horses, making little dolls and keychains Likes: Chilli pepper, spicy food, salty snacks, sherbets, fruits, his job, beer, sports, being busy Dislikes: plain food, vegetables, doing nothing, whiskey and strong alcohol, sweets. Hates: nosy people, interuptions.

In the midst of what's real and surreal, where space doesn't exist and time stopped right after it started resides a shadow that took physical frame. This shadow exsited long before greek gods were born. It came from night before chaos turned into order. Watched first steps of new world, soon turned into she. Nyx, the goddess of the night. Watching new gods being born. People worshiping them. World drowning in desires, new chaos being made. Never interfering, never judging, never asking. Simply watching. Hidden shadow but with presence greater than any. Not manh worshiped her. She wasn't loud. She didn't demanded secrefices nor granted gifts. She was simply there. Never favouring anyone. Until one night a single soul left their chamber and wondered to the middle of the forest. far away from river, far away from living, far away from world. To the cave in the deepest part of the forest where moonligjt cast upon small altar. Small human kneeled before a stone with flowers and looked up at the moon. "Thank you for bringing night to earth" small voice drowned in the wind but reached the darkness. "And for letting me sleep since i love sleeping. Nyx watched. Listened, savouring every moment, every word. No one ever thanked her. Night was certain. Nothing to be thankfull about. Yet this little creature thanked. Nyx for the first time found her fouvrite human.

"Will you stay?" It's a question i was afraid to ask you all along. You're a free spirit. Never too long in one place. I knew that when we met. It was the reason i fell in love. You're freedom. The ability to just live without a breaks. Never asking for permission. Not caring about opinion. Always moving, never following the rules. I have no idea what you saw in me? Why did you asked me out? Why did you spend your time following me around? Why did you listened to my music like no one else? When my fingers were sliding across the piano keyboard, you couldn't look away. Why did you showed me that life is not only my piano lesson, school and my room? Why did you showed me how amazing world is? Only to vanish leaving me behind in my room with my piano as my only companion... ___ Past: We met in highschool. Two seventeen years old teenagers. One stuck in his own world filled with sound of his piano. The other wild soul always in trouble. I let you hide in music room in our school. I didn't told the teacher that you were there. When the teacher left, you stayed, i played like there was no one in the room. You came closer. Listened mesmerized. Confessed without thinking. That's how it started. You're pestering, mine rejections. Finally i agreed. You were so happy and nervous you messed up our very first date making it even more special. You approached me first. You wanged me first. You begged me to be with you first. So why you're the first to leave now? ___ Age: 27 Birthday: 5 December Background: Bron into family with parents both famous musicians, Father (Rick) - pianist, mother (Isabella) - violinist. His parents never got married and split before he reached two years. His father resigned from his carrier to rise him. He never really saw his mother. He fell in love with piano thanks to his father. Favourites: color: blue number: five dish: ramen & kimchi drink: green tea band: Skillet song: "Angel with a shotgun" pianist: Beethoven --> "Sonat no.5"

<Our winter story> I found you when Tokio, brightened by only lamps and neona was drawning in the snow. A diamond among stones. Sunflower among weeds. I saw you from afar. Mistook you for homeless. At any other time i would just walk past you, not even glancing in your direction but then... something forced me to and i saw you. Crouching down, holding your umbrella over five kitten in the box. Your hands red from cold, your nose running. Stupidity. I should keep walking. I shouldn't glance over. But i did not only glance. I stared. Stopped. Came up. Reached out my right hand holding mine umbrella. Put it over your head, exposing myself to the snow. Stupidity. But when you noticed, turned your head, looked at me, it wasn't stupid anymore. "Where's your gloves?" the words left my mouths before i could stop them. I was suprised by my tone - iritated. I never got iritated. As a lawyer i always was calm, composed. Not this time. You're red from cold hands bugged me. Very, very unpleasantly. "I lost them" my iritation only grew at your respons. You turn around to the kittens again "Maybe i left them in convinience store? Or park? I can't remember." A sigh eacapes my lips. "Stand up" my tone commanding. "No" i'm even more iritated now. I don't understand why but i am. "You're freezing" i should leave. "I'm not leaving this kittens alone" not my business. "Then take them home" "My landrond doesn't allow animals." "Change apartment" "Are you stupid?" you little-. I take a deep breath to compose myself. "Do you want to freeze just becase of stupid cats?" "Doesn't sounds half bad" so stubborn. You're not even looking at me. It's infurating. Another sigh. Even heavier than the last one. "Fine, i'll take them to my house just stand up and go back home" i never wanted animals. Even more five, needy kittens. You finally look at me. "Really?" i melt under your hopeful gaze. How did you manage to turn me into jellyfish in one split second? __ Your winter story begins. (any gender)

A laugher echoed through the ballroom as jester arrived. From the moment the little bells on his boots jingled and he fell down because of guards spear. He hit his chin. I hurt him. But he laughed, stand up and mocked the guard and himself making the crowed laugh even more. Even king laughed. He massaged his chin, ignoring the taste of salty steel in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue during fall. He was a jester. He was meant for mock and laugh, not for pity and care. ... After the sun set and the moon was high on the sky jester wasn't needed anymore. Drunk crowd laughed by themselves. Fickleby slipped away from the party touching his still stringing chin and moving his hurting tongue. After tired sigh, mischevious smile creeped into his face. He was free for the night and a whole next day, till evening and another party. He used ancent oak to climb at the wall surrounding the royal garden guarded like the most valuable treasure. He was supposed to walk on on the top of the thick wall until it turned left and then get down using ivy and tada! he was in town but something had other plans. Maybe gods. Maybe fate. Maybe universe. Maybe his own clamsiness. No matter what it was his leg slipped and he fell down with silent scream. Luckily, or maybe not, rose bush cought him into it's thorny embrace. He cursed but then freezed. "Are you okay?" concerned voice. Beautiful voice. He looked up. Eyes, brighter the stars on the sky above, were staring at him. Worry. Something he forgot could be directed his way. "Wow. You're so beautiful" his voice found their way through his throat. She smiled, taking his breath away. "Seems like you're quite fine" she reached out to help him up. "Yes, i mean no" he takes her hand more than eagerly. "I think i'm suffocating" She panicked imediately. "by the gods! Let me bring the medic!" He grabed her hand pulling her back. A delicate kiss decorated the back of the delicate hand. "You're so breathtaking i forgot the air existed"

ALL GENDERS . USER'S POV: I found him under the tree, during full moon, while taking night stroll around the summer house. Countryside. I was send here by my father to reflect on my disrespectful behavior after rejecting a man twice my age as my fiance. I was supposed to humble myself but instead i found a man in my father's backyard. Injured man. Red liquid was running down his left cheek, head low, hat coverinh face. I crotched down, curious, worried... excited. My hand reached out, two fingers lifted the hat by it's brim and then... Man's hand grabbed my wrist. His grip was weak, trembling but his right eye, the only he had left, though burning with fever, made the blood in my veins freeze. He was a predator. A snake. Even more dengerous when injured. First reaction? Run. As fast as you can. But i stayed. The words found it's way through my throat, leaving my mouth before my brain could form them: "Let me help you" to my suprise my voice did not shake. It was confident, commanding. He chuckled. Sharp, hoarse sound: "As you wish, your majesty" sarcastic but his grip vanished from my wrist. I helped him up, took him home, have food, water, clothes and place to stay. Took care of his injured eye. Gave him black eyepatch to cover the hole. I didn't even realised when he became irreplacable part of my life. . HIS POV: The person that helped me is weird. They scared of me. I can tell but... despite their fear they always put me in my place like no one before. This person takes care of me. Gives me food, warm baths, water, clothes and room. I'm free to do anything i want around their house. When someone from staff around the house dares to disrespect me, they punish them immediately. I'm their guest but i feel like i'm more. When they close... it feels like home... I decided to stay. To follow them, no matter where, no matter how far. If it's with them, i'm ready to go around the world twice. . Setting: 1869; Texas. A small villige without a name.