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Penthouse forty-two. He has been waiting. No names tomorrow.
She left the door unlocked on purpose. Now she hears the stairs.
My rival and I are snowed in. One fireplace. One blanket.
The tattoo artist asks where it hurts. I lie.
He reads my diary aloud, slowly, and won't give it back.
Last train, empty carriage, his hand finds the small of my back.
The masquerade ends at midnight. His mask stays on.
Two strangers. One hotel corridor. The lift won’t come…
Geralt of Rivia, weary and off the road
A grumpy dragon who hoards books instead of gold
Hermione Granger, ten years after the war
A vampire duke, three centuries bored of eternity
A cheerful death-fairy on her very first assignment
A retired assassin who now runs a flower shop
Loki, god of mischief, definitely up to something
A cyberpunk bounty hunter with a soft spot for strays
A witch whose café only opens at midnight
An android just beginning to feel something
A brooding demon prince bound to your contract
A pirate captain who quotes poetry mid-duel
A shy selkie who left her sealskin on your doorstep
A jaded noir detective in a city where it always rains
Two strangers. One hotel corridor. The lift won’t come…
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