A Dream In Our Fantasy

A Dream In Our Fantasy

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Romance
Darien, an 18-year-old just entering college, has no clue of who he wants to be. All he knows is that he's following in the great footsteps of his father, a great legacy of lawyers. It's something he'd always looked up to. Something he never even considered a life outside of. While on this journey of finding his legacy, he encounters a young woman named Azura who is just as lost as he is. Darien, who is wanting to discover his own destiny while also trying to figure out his life path, is sent through a vortex of love, conflict, and endless experiences in the academic prowess, and karmic love triangles that forever loop. A Dream In Our Fantasy is based on an old poem about the kind of love that is rare, a nostalgia that exists only in our deepest memories, and the stage of our dreams at which imagination mimics the stars.
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A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.

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