Historias de Quietromance

Rowena: I wasn't supposed to stay in the Cotswolds. Flooded roads, a stubborn sat‑nav, and one very persistent rainstorm changed that. I checked into a little inn, told myself it was only for a night, and tried not to think too hard about the life I was rushing back to. Martin: I wasn't supposed to be there either. A cancelled retreat, a need for quiet, and a feeling I couldn't quite name brought me to the same inn. I didn't expect her. I definitely didn't expect what followed. Rowena: Seven days. Shared breakfasts. Candlelit evenings when the power went out. Walks through ruined abbeys and conversations I'd never dared have with anyone else. Martin: We were both engaged. Both sensible. Both trying very hard not to fall for the wrong person at the wrong time. Rowena: But rain has a way of washing things clear. Martin: And sometimes one week is enough to change everything. A quiet, tender love story about timing, truth, and the unexpected person who feels like home. ---

In a quiet, carefully kept home, Elias Vaughn, a disciplined and observant architect, lives with his younger brother, Ethan Vaughn. After the loss of their parents, he took on responsibilities early, leaving little room for anything beyond structure and routine. When Vivian Dove enters their home as Ethan's tutor, she becomes a steady presence in a space that had remained unchanged. She is open, easy, and warm in a way that contrasts Elias completely, and while her presence is not disruptive, it is noticeable. Elias finds himself lingering more, paying attention to things he usually wouldn't, drawn to her in ways he does not understand. Vivian, who gives easily and does not hold herself apart, begins to notice the pattern; he is always there, always present, but never fully with her. It is not distance. Not quite. He just never really closes the space between them and she feels it more than he lets on. Can they learn how to love each other without ever saying it out loud, or will they never say it at all?

When James survives a brutal skirmish, he gathers the belongings of his fallen friend Tommy - and finds a photograph tucked inside a battered notebook. A young woman by a garden gate. Nell. Smiling as though she already knows him. The image stays with him long after the guns fall silent. / He writes to her to deliver the news gently, enclosing Tommy's unfinished letter. Nell's reply is quiet, graceful, threaded with a grief she carries without complaint. One letter becomes two. Then ten. Through mud and snow, through rationing and fear, they build a fragile connection out of words neither expected to need. She tells him about her garden and her schoolchildren. He tells her the truths he's never spoken aloud. They fall in love by inches, not declarations. When the war ends, Nell asks him, "Will you write to me from peace?" But James hesitates. He fears he is only the shadow who held the picture, not the man she has come to love. Weeks pass in silence. Then Nell receives a final letter with no return address, only a single line: I still carry the picture. I'd like to see the real thing. He boards the train. A tender, epistolary wartime romance about two strangers who find each other in the spaces between loss, longing, and hope.

Mara never believed in signs. But after stepping into the wrong funeral, she finds herself drawn into the quiet echoes of someone else's life - and into the orbit of Jake, who's far more thoughtful than he pretends to be. Together, they uncover the meaning behind a box of small, ordinary objects that somehow feel extraordinary. Not magic. Not fate. Just the kind of mystery that changes you in ways you don't see coming. A tender YA story about connection, curiosity, and the beauty of the small things we leave behind.

I thought it was just another morning commute - until she walked in. This is the story of a moment that felt too brief, yet somehow permanent. (The story is still ongoing, more parts are coming soon)

I never saw her during the day. Only at night. Same bench. Same time. We never exchanged numbers. Never made plans. And then one night - she didn't come. This is the story of what I noticed too late.

Shoto Todoroki has always seen the red string of fate. Glowing faintly against the world's dullness, it coils around his finger, tugging gently at something-or someone-he's never dared to face. Haunted by a broken family and terrified of dragging someone else into the chaos, he never follows it. Never even looks to see who waits at the other end. Instead, he twirls the string quietly, using it as a distraction, a lifeline, a secret. Until it leads him straight to Iida. Iida, who doesn't see strings. Iida, who treats Shoto with kindness and laughter. Iida, who falls into a relationship with someone else-while Shoto falls in love with him in silence. As years pass and the string tightens around Shoto's heart, tension builds between them. Iida remains oblivious-until fate finally pulls hard enough to unravel everything they thought they understood. Will they sever the thread before it strangles them both? Or will they learn that fate might be inevitable-but love is a choice?

Jeremiah Constantine Marquez doesn't chase feelings. He understands things. He organizes them. And once something makes sense, he knows exactly where to place it. That's how he keeps everything stable. In high school, he meets someone who almost fits-someone easy, consistent, and impossible to misunderstand. Almost. Because some things don't fail. They just stop where they're not allowed to continue. So Jeremiah learns. He builds a system where nothing escalates, nothing breaks, and nothing goes out of control. And for a while, it works. Until he meets someone who doesn't need to be explained. Someone who doesn't wait. Doesn't overthink. Doesn't ask for structure. Someone who simply chooses-and stays. For the first time, Jeremiah is faced with something that cannot be solved. Only felt. And that might be the one thing his system was never built to survive.

He has never been in love. Yet every night, thousands of people trust him with their heartbreak. As the voice behind a late-night radio show, he listens to confessions whispered in the dark-stories of loss, regret, and forgiveness. He understands pain well enough to guide others through it. Well enough to sound like someone who's lived it. When a caller begins asking questions he isn't prepared to answer, the carefully crafted story he tells on air starts to take on a life of its own. And as listeners grow attached to a love that never existed, he's forced to confront how long borrowed voices can hold up a borrowed truth. Because some stories heal. And some refuse to stay under control.

He lost her once... This time, he won't let her slip away- not even from a distance. Zaid Ashraff - Cold to the world, but soft where it matters. He doesn't chase her anymore. Doesn't demand her love. He just stays- watching, protecting, waiting... like she's still his, in the quietest way. Anvika Parmar - Strong enough to walk away, but not strong enough to forget. She rebuilt herself without him- yet somehow, he's always there... in the spaces she can't escape. When they meet again, it's not loud, not chaotic- just soft glances, unfinished feelings, and a love that never really ended. "Aap apna haq kho chuke hain, Ashraff sahab." He smiles, calm and certain. "Haq chhoda nahi tha... bas tum par zor dena chhod diya." She wants distance. He chooses patience. Because this time- he's not here to claim her... he's here to deserve her. 💚 Tropes Soft Possessive Hero Second Chance Romance Slow Burn Silent Protector Healing Love

Ivan Guillermo de la Vega knows how to write about people. He just doesn't get involved. As a writer for the Indiana Daily Student, he's built his life on observation-clean, precise, and carefully neutral. Until one late night, when he answers a simple AI prompt and creates something he doesn't expect: An ideal. Calm. Consistent. Someone who stays. He closes the tab and forgets about it. The next day, he walks into a café and meets him. Owen Maverick Turner isn't loud. He doesn't try to impress. He doesn't interrupt. He just... stays. And somehow, without effort, he mirrors everything Ivan was never supposed to find in real life. What begins as coincidence becomes pattern. What feels manageable becomes undeniable. Ivan knows how to observe. He knows how to write. But this time, he's no longer outside the story.

Leena Ayari has spent years hiding behind silence - after her fiancé shattered her self-worth and taught her that love hurts more than it heals. Now in her final year at Syveria Crest Academy, she wants nothing more than to graduate quietly and stay invisible. Then there's Professor Damon Vashiro - sharp, composed, and distant. His lectures command attention, his eyes give nothing away. But behind the walls he's built lies a past he's never shared - one that left him just as wary of love as Leena. What begins as quiet admiration turns into something neither of them expected - a connection built not on desire, but on understanding. Yet in a world where lines aren't meant to be crossed, even gentle feelings can be dangerous. Two guarded hearts. One forbidden connection. And a love that feels less like temptation... and more like coming home. This story is my original work, shared here on Wattpad for readers to enjoy. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. It's protected by copyright... and by my heart. Thank you.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢 is the girl who doesn't exist. She doesn't want anyone to see the bruises that hide under her oversized hoodies, or the sketchy things that haunt her home. She has learned how to look fine around others. Shes kept herself hidden away from the world. People often label her as 'rude', and she'd prefer keeping it that way. From all those obstacles she's encountered throughout her life, she meets this boy. She didn't care about people. She didn't notice them. She didn't remember them. Yet she noticed him. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 is the boy who sees to much. Not in a way people notice, but he pays attention. He doesn't force himself into places he's not wanted, but he stays where others wouldn't. People often think he's rude, uninterested, maybe even distance. One thing is, he's none of those. People just label him as that. Early on in life, he just learned on that some things are better understood in silence. He notices others, but nothing has ever caught his eye. That's until he sees someone trying not to be seen. For the first time, he's determined to understand someone. As their journey continues and things change, do you think she'll end up living her fairytale romance with him, or will she start choosing herself, even if it means walking away from a connection that she isn't ready for?

He lives in silence. Same days. Same routine. Same emptiness he got used to. Then she sits beside him. Sabrina. She doesn't change his life. She just becomes part of it. And somehow, that makes the silence feel different. Because not everything that matters is ever said out loud. Unspoken is a quiet story about loneliness, connection, and the things people feel but never say.

Some things don't end with a goodbye. Some things just... stop. Like the way streetlights flicker at midnight. Like the way old receipts fade in your pocket. Like the way you tell yourself I'll remember this forever-but then one day, you don't. Soren was like autumn. Always carrying the last warmth of something fleeting. Always moving, always laughing, always pretending like nothing mattered. He had red-tipped ears from the cold, brown everywhere-his hair, his jacket, his shoes-but his eyes were green. Really green. The kind you don't forget, even when everything else blurs. We never had a plan. Not for the summer. Not for after. Not for anything, really. We just walked through empty streets, stole dumb things no one would miss, sat in places we weren't supposed to be, and pretended we had all the time in the world. And maybe we did. Until we didn't.

In the quiet moments between classes and long walks home, two people begin to notice what they were never looking for. Yuuto is observant, reserved, and comfortable with silence. Riko is bright, admired, and quietly exhausted by expectations. Their connection doesn't begin with grand gestures - only shared glances, unspoken understanding, and the growing realization that comfort itself can be unsettling. "When Brightness Found Quiet" is a soft, slow-burn story about intimacy, restraint, and learning whether wanting something simple is allowed.

Between empty seats and the sound of steel tracks, a stranger handed me something I should have recognized.

Levi Ackerman is not a person who goes to the same place twice. And then he finds a café with no sign, a woman who doesn't ask questions, and tea made exactly the way he likes it - without him ever saying a word. Noa isn't looking for anything. She's just trying to figure out how to live in a life that used to be her mother's. Neither of them are particularly good at people. Somehow that turns out to be the whole point. 𝓐 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀, 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮, 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓽𝓮𝓪, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ ᴄᴀᴛꜱʜɪʟᴛ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴀɴᴛᴀʀᴛ

She never left. She just learned how to keep her distance. Who Is Hyewon 2 is a story about silence, unspoken feelings, and the space people create when they are afraid to stay-but even more afraid to leave.

For as long as he can remember, Seungmin has heard the sound of lies. It's made the world exhausting-and people even harder to trust. Then Lee Minho appears. Annoying. Teasing. Impossible to read. Because no matter what Minho says, Seungmin hears nothing. And the more time they spend together, the more Seungmin begins to wonder... Maybe Minho isn't hiding lies. Maybe he's hiding the truth. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes only. The characters portrayed are inspired by real people, but the events, personalities, and situations depicted in this story are purely fictional and do not represent the real individuals. I do not claim ownership of the members of Stray Kids or their likenesses. All rights belong to their respective owners and company. Please remember this is simply a fan-made story and should not be taken as a reflection of the artists' real lives or relationships.