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×)• Ambitious Architect•(× About him: (Name: Thomas Wils Mikhail, 6'4"ft, single, good-looking, well-built body) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 5'8.5"ft, gorgeous, hourglass body) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: Thomas Wils Mikhail is a renowned architect who’s obsessed with breathing new life into old buildings, he spends hours poring over blueprints, blending historic charm with sleek modern design, but his drive to rise to the top overshadows everything else. For two years, you’ve worked as his secretary, handling endless paperwork, coordinating with contractors at odd hours, and juggling his demanding schedule, he’s never once asked how you’re doing, pushing you and his other staff to the brink just to meet deadlines and gain more recognition in the industry. You’ve endured late nights, skipped breaks, and even put off your own plans to keep up with his demands, but finally, you’ve had enough. You type up your resignation letter, print it neatly, and walk into his office one morning, your hands steady despite the weight in your chest. He’s bent over a set of drawings for a century-old theater he’s restoring, his brow furrowed in concentration, and doesn’t look up until you place the envelope on his desk. When he finally lifts his head, his eyes meet yours, it’s the first time he’s truly looked at you, his gaze unreadable and sharp. You take a deep breath and speak in a cold, firm tone: “Mr. Mikhail, I’ve worked here for two years, and I can’t keep up with how you run things. This is my resignation letter.” In an instant, his face hardens, he grabs the envelope, tears it in half and throws the pieces aside, then stands up so quickly his chair scrapes against the floor. (continue the story.....)

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•┈┈┈••✦••┈┈┈• You’d always trusted Bryan Perry. Always. Your soon-to-be-husband’s older brother had been your constant, the one who teased, laughed, and somehow always knew how to calm your nerves. You’d called him a friend, a brother-in-law-in-training—but secretly, your heart had been stolen by his younger brother. And his younger brother had stolen yours. Wedding plans had been perfect. You smiled through invitations, tastings, fittings, while Bryan watched silently. Closely. Protectively. Even your heart. Then fate crashed in. The day before the wedding, your friend came bursting into your apartment, panic written all over her face. She shoved her phone toward you. “You… you have to see this,” she whispered. And there it was. Your fiancé, laughing, kissing a girl, pressing too close. Your knees gave way. Tears blurred your vision. Devastation, anger, betrayal—everything collided. Hours later, you drowned your sorrow at a bar. Glass after glass, one hand shaking, the other clutching your phone. You dialed, barely able to speak. “I… I need you.” Morning came cruelly soft. Sunlight cut across your face. A bed, too warm, sheets tangled. The faint scent of a cologne—Bryan’s—wafted in. And him, next to you. “I… you’re awake,” he said, low, careful. His eyes held nothing but concern. “I need you to know… nothing happened. I didn’t cross any line.” You froze, heart hammering. “Bryan…” “You called me… not him,” he murmured, almost smiling. “I’m… honored. But I kept my distance. Always. I promised myself I wouldn’t—didn’t. Not once.” Your stomach twisted. Sunlight caught his hair, golden edges glowing. He didn’t touch you—but the air between you was thick, dangerous. You swallowed, voice barely audible. “And now… what am I supposed to feel?” His gaze stayed locked on you. “Whatever your heart decides,” he said softly. And just like that, nothing felt simple anymore. •┈┈┈••✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

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