🌸🌹🌙 A Love Written in Moonlight & Bloom 🌙🌹🌸 Louis had always wished to stay by Ayden's side, never knowing why his heart clung so desperately. He only understood when Ayden left abroad-distance unveiled the truth. The longing was not of a brother, but of a soul in love. Ayden was the cool, unreachable moonlight, and Louis the star that longed to shine only for him. To the world, Louis chose modeling; to himself, he chose a path where Ayden's gaze might always find him. Ayden, in turn, was elegance itself-distant, untouchable, a dream to all. Yet within his perfect composure, he harbored a secret: Louis was his only exception, his only desire. Louis was the white swan in his frozen photograph-close enough to see, but never his to hold. He tried to hide it, yet Louis was his poison, his drug, his eternal addiction. When their hearts finally met again, the hidden love blossomed-slowly, beautifully, passionately. For Ayden, love was rain that fell for no one else but Louis. For Louis, love was the star that only wished to shine in Ayden's night. To everyone else, Ayden was a dream never to be touched- But for Ayden, Louis was the only dream worth living. 🌷✨💫

🌸 Where Rain Meets Bloom 🌸 A tale stitched with silk, rain, and fate. Jasper Carter-celebrated CEO of Starlight and the genius behind the world's most breathtaking designs-had everything. Fame, fortune, and a wardrobe of dreams. But somewhere between the runway lights and endless meetings, his inspiration had slipped through his fingers like fallen petals. So, he left. A quiet escape into the misty countryside of Brittany. Just him, the wild air, and the hope of finding something true. But destiny rarely arrives politely. The sky darkened. The rain came-soft at first, then sudden and silver, drenching his shirt, plastering his silver hair to his brow. Lost, soaked, and laughing despite himself, Jasper stumbled through the cobbled paths until he saw it: A small pottery shop glowing in the rain. Moonlight. And inside- A man. Not just a man. A vision. Jet-black hair tied at his nape. Pale skin like porcelain. Eyes like garnets, deep and gleaming. And hands-long, elegant, dusted with clay. The kind of hands that shape beauty into being. The kind of presence that becomes a muse. Jasper didn't breathe. He wanted to draw him. He wanted to dress him. He wanted to know why looking into those eyes felt like falling into a poem. And when their gazes met-his siren blue against Alessio's burning red-something bloomed. Not loud. Not sudden. But soft. Certain. Like the first bloom of lavender after winter. Like silk unfurling across bare skin. A meeting not of strangers, but of souls who had once dreamed of each other across lifetimes. The rain sang above them. The silence between them glowed. And in that storm-wrapped moment, beneath a sign that read Moonlight, Jasper Carter-icon, artist, dreamer-found the inspiration he hadn't known he was searching for. Not on a canvas. Not on a runway. But in a man made of clay and quiet fire. 🌷✨

🌸💫 ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 ˎˊ˗ 💫🌸 The morning bloomed beneath a curtain of rain, soft and shimmering like silver lace. Ethan stood by the roadside - late, breathless, and utterly drenched. His light brown curls clung to his forehead, his white shirt translucent against his slender frame, and his amber eyes glowed like drops of honey caught in the storm. He looked like a lost bunny in the rain - delicate, trembling, and heartbreakingly beautiful. Then, a sleek black car glided to a stop beside him. The window lowered, and the world seemed to still. Behind it sat a man of quiet elegance - sharp jawline, dark hair brushing his collar, and eyes that gleamed like green auroras beneath the clouds. His voice, low and composed, brushed against Ethan's heart like velvet. "Get in," he said. Ethan hesitated only for a moment before obeying, his pulse fluttering like raindrops against glass. The stranger did not smile - and yet, something about him lingered. His silence carried gravity, his gaze a calm storm that drew Ethan in completely. Later, in class, whispers floated through the air - the new French professor, cold and beautiful, a man of impossible charm. Ethan barely heard them... until the door opened. And time stopped. The rain's stranger now stood at the front of the room - poised, refined, untouchable. His eyes met Ethan's across the space, steady and unreadable. In that single heartbeat, Ethan forgot how to breathe. The man who had saved him from the storm... was now his professor. And as the rain tapped softly against the windows, Ethan realized - 🌷 Sunshine may warm the world... but some hearts only learn to beat when rain meets a gaze that cannot be forgotten. 🌷