no one loves you more than me... and no one ever will.

a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."

Allie has lived next door to Jon for as long as she can remember. He's always been just... there, the quiet house beyond the fence line, the man who keeps to himself, the one who never quite joins the rest of the world. Now she's freshly twenty-one, and everything feels different. He's thirty-five, a retired actor who left Hollywood behind for a quieter life, and he still doesn't belong to anyone, or at least that's what he seems to want people to believe. But distance has a way of changing shape when you've spent years growing up just out of reach of someone.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

❝ She wasn't the woman he came for. ❞ ────────────────────── Bianka Kavà has spent her entire life avoiding the world her family built. The world of blood. Power. And men like Remo Casovaiké. When Remo's men are ordered to abduct the daughter of a rival wealthy family, they return with the wrong woman. The niece. By the time they realize their mistake, Remo simply shrugs. "She'll do." Now Bianka is nothing more than collateral-a bargaining chip for a debt she never created. She hates him. He doesn't care. Until the woman he planned to use becomes the only person he can't bear to lose. Because in Remo's world... everything has a price. And he'll burn an empire before he lets anyone collect hers.

"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲? 𝖨-𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎." "𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇'. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽."

Forsaking God to kiss someone you hate might not be a smart decision, but damn does it hurt good. ✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.* Judith was never supposed to fall in love- but she was never supposed to become a vampire either. It's her duty as a nun to stay pure of mind and body. If she is found out, she will be executed. When the woman she loves betrays her, Greta, the vampire who accidentally infected her, may be her only hope of surviving. The problem is, Judith can't stand Greta. -But she can't stay away from her either.

[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. [ 𝟏:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? [ 𝟖:𝟓𝟓𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱. 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. [ 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ] 𝟗:𝟎𝟓𝐩𝐦. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 the only one who got me like this" His familiar drawl pierced the barrier of a door. The only thing that was hindering him from reaching her physically. Emotionally, she built a strong wall of defense based on a foundation of lies told by friends, media, family, you name it. She believed lore instead of the 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 23 year old male who thought the world of her. "Swear. Open the door before I act a 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 outside this bitch and wake the whole neighborhood up"