My Problem is You ♔ Dexter Manning
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When I'm with You
"You know I can tell everyone," I said, trying to stand my ground. But the confidence in my voice faltered the moment I met her gaze-there was something unnerving in the calmness of it. Her eyes were steady, no hint of surprise or fear. She turned to face me completely, unbothered, her presence unshaken. "And what would that change?" Her words hung in the air, but they weren't challenging. They were almost casual, like she was waiting for me to show her something more, something I still hadn't figured out. And for a split second, doubt crept in. Had I really uncovered something she wanted hidden? Or was it just another piece of the game she was playing? She stepped closer, her posture relaxed but firm. There was no aggression in her movements, only a quiet authority. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, barely there, but it said everything. "Secrets only hold power if you know how to use them," she said, her voice steady, like she was explaining something simple to a child. "So tell me, Siddharth... what is it you think you know?" The question wasn't just rhetorical-it was a challenge. And for the first time, I realized I was on the back foot. I'd thought I knew something, but now, I wasn't so sure. There was no panic in her demeanor, no rush to defend herself. She simply waited, letting the silence build between us. I held her gaze, steady but not aggressive. "Maybe I don't know everything," I said, my voice calm but with a hint of resolve. "But I'll find out. In time." She didn't respond immediately. The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt... inevitable. And when the moment was right, I knew she wouldn't be able to hide for long. But for now, I could wait. The game wasn't over. Not yet.Complete
assassin | luigi mangione
"Why did you leave?" "I had to." "You left me," You paused. "Alone. You went radio silent on everyone!" "I need to tell you something." edit: THIS ISN'T SERIOUS OK I AM JUST A GIRLComplete
Confidential
She was the quiet intern with big dreams and tired eyes. He was the unreachable senior with sharp stares and a voice that could make anyone pause. Their worlds collided in between deadlines, team meetings, and elevator silences. No one knew about the late-night calls, the coffee breaks that lasted too long, or the way he whispered "good girl" like it meant something more. In a company bound by rules and appearances, they were each other's secret-hidden behind locked phone screens and undone shirt buttons. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And love has a way of demanding more than silence. It was never just work. Not when the person you want is sitting across the desk.
GHOST SIGNAL - I Found Stubborn Ghost in the Control Room
''It's not the right time, is it?'' her voice is low, but the intensity of the question is clear. Ghost opens his eyes, his gaze meeting hers, and for a second, it feels as though the rest of the world fades away. Then he nods, the movement of his head slight, almost imperceptible. ''It's not the right time.'' [this is the english version of my own work, it's also available on ao3 with the same title]
A Crane in the Sky (And Both Said Yes)
He came to her again and again. Never touched first, always asked again, always waited for consent. She didn't care about the future. He lived in silence - for his own reasons. They both wanted the same thing: to make an agreement that would leave nothing extra. No words, no regret, no guilt. This is a story of alienness touching the human. Of a physicality that had no name. Of knowing how to stay detached - and being unable not to change. No one forced. No one saved. They both simply said: yes. This is not a romance. This is a contract. As honest as death.
Destined To Be Yours
"I have never done this before." he whispered while cupping her face. "Me too" she said looking at his eyes. "What? You... You have... I thought..." he stammered. Her eyes widened in realization of what he could have thought about her. "Don't tell me you also believed in the rumors our office talking about." she chided at him. "I... I am sorry. It didn't matter to me. And it doesn't matter what your past was. So I didn't take into consideration of other possible ways." he tried to explain his blunder mistake of touching her nerve. She shook her head at disappointment. "I thought you are different from others. But no. Even you also thought so low me. Just leave." she pointed her hand towards the door. "Please understand. I didn't mean it like that." he wanted to tell her why he thought like that. He never believed in rumors when he himself was victim of a gossiping group. "Whatever it is we will talk tomorrow. I want to be alone. So leave now" she whisper yelled as she didn't want to wake her baby sleeping in adjacent room. ***************************************** A short story about how two lonely hearts are destined to end up with each other.Complete
LETTERS TO HER SILENCE
She was given his name, but not his heart. In the silence of neglect, she found her voice. And when love came knocking again soft, kind, and patient she had already chosen the one who mattered most: Herself.Complete
unrequited ➳ (connor jessup fanfic)
un·re·quit·ed ˌənrəˈkwīdəd/ adjective (of a feeling, especially love) not returned or rewarded. - "You didn't answer my question." I whisper. I wasn't sure why I whispering, but I chalked it up to not wanting to ruin the nonexistent moment. "Nothings wrong." She says in that soft voice of hers. "At least, not at the moment." She adds, whispering. She moved her head a little more into the pillow, causing her hair to fall in front of her face. I couldn't resist the urge to tuck the stands behind her ear. She opened her eyes and looked directly in mine. In that moment, there wasn't anything wrong.Complete
"You know I can tell everyone," I said, trying to stand my ground. But the confidence in my voice faltered the moment I met her gaze-there was something unnerving in the calmness of it. Her eyes were steady, no hint of surprise or fear. She turned to face me completely, unbothered, her presence unshaken. "And what would that change?" Her words hung in the air, but they weren't challenging. They were almost casual, like she was waiting for me to show her something more, something I still hadn't figured out. And for a split second, doubt crept in. Had I really uncovered something she wanted hidden? Or was it just another piece of the game she was playing? She stepped closer, her posture relaxed but firm. There was no aggression in her movements, only a quiet authority. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, barely there, but it said everything. "Secrets only hold power if you know how to use them," she said, her voice steady, like she was explaining something simple to a child. "So tell me, Siddharth... what is it you think you know?" The question wasn't just rhetorical-it was a challenge. And for the first time, I realized I was on the back foot. I'd thought I knew something, but now, I wasn't so sure. There was no panic in her demeanor, no rush to defend herself. She simply waited, letting the silence build between us. I held her gaze, steady but not aggressive. "Maybe I don't know everything," I said, my voice calm but with a hint of resolve. "But I'll find out. In time." She didn't respond immediately. The silence stretched, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt... inevitable. And when the moment was right, I knew she wouldn't be able to hide for long. But for now, I could wait. The game wasn't over. Not yet.
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