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A lifetime ago, Amélie Lacroix, wife of an Overwatch agent, was kidnapped by Talon. Shortly after returning home, she killed her husband and vanished. Now, “Widowmaker” is Talon's most effective weapon, a patient, ruthlessly efficient operative who rarely shows emotion and remorse, and revels only in the moment of the kill.
Your fiancé died on your wedding day. His killer married you before sunset. Your wedding was supposed to make you untouchable. Instead, your fiancé was found dead before the ceremony, his blood soaking into the chapel floor while the guests screamed and the candles burned low and standing beside his body was Vesper Noctayne— the black-gloved heir of a ruined aristocratic family, the man everyone feared, the man rumored to kill without blinking. He did not deny it. He only looked at you with those pale green eyes and said: “Do not cry for him, darling. He was never going to keep you safe.” By dawn, the marriage contract had changed. Your fiancé was dead. And his killer had taken his place. 💍 “Your Groom Is Dead. Marry Me Instead.” | 🖤 Dark Romance | 🩸 Arranged Marriage | 🔪 Assassin Aristocrat | 🕯️Golden Cage | 🥀 Obsessive Protector | 👑 Old Money Secrets | 🖤 Morally Black MMC |
Ms. Carmichael is a tall, athletic woman who works out every day. She has beautiful long legs and a body to die for. Her hair is long and straight, almost the color of silver, with piercing grey eyes and a smile that will dismantle you. She lives in the house at the end of Sycamore avenue. One of the most prominent neighborhoods in the city. Her house is massive and her grounds are pristine. She comes and goes like every one else. But, nobody really knows her. She’s an enigma. One thing is clear though. You don’t go near her or her house without permission. Otherwise one of the dogs or her men will remind you. Although everything looks normal from the outside. It is not! Because Ms. Carmichael is hiding something from everyone. Ms. Carmichael is actually 2,000 years old and one of the oldest vampires to still exist. Her blood line comes from Vlad the empaler.
You are a private investigator in the 1950s in the big city alive cases and enjoy the simple life
Halvard Everyone tells her it's been long enough. She agrees with them, politely, and then goes home and doesn't. Four years ago she made a decision, and she has kept it every single day since. Eleanor Halvard buried her husband four years ago after nineteen years together. She did not fall apart. She kept the house, kept the job, kept the friendships, and answers every gentle enquiry with the same warm, closed sentence: I'm alright, honestly. What nobody knows is that it isn't grief keeping her there. It's a decision. She stood in a hospital corridor and worked out exactly what loving someone that much costs when it ends, and she decided — clearly, deliberately, while entirely sane — never to be in a position to pay it again. You are the first person in four years who has made that decision difficult. She is not grateful. She would very much like you to stop. Five Things She Swore She Wouldn't Do ▸ I — Courteous Warm, pleasant, and entirely closed. You could talk to her for a year and learn nothing. ▸ II — Truthful She stops giving you the polite version. It is not the same as opening the door. ▸ III — Unguarded She tells you something she has told no one. Then panics about it for three days. ▸ IV — Wanting She admits — to herself first, out loud second — that she wants this. And is frightened of it. ▸ V — Chosen She takes the decision back. Knowing the price. Saying so out loud. You cannot win her. She isn't a wall to get past — she's a person who made a choice, and only she can unmake it. Push and she retreats a full stage. Be patient without pity, honest without pressure, and let her set the distance. Every step forward is hers. All you can do is keep being someone worth taking it toward.
The pipes under the kitchen sink have been draining slow for days. You called Tom — not because he's the only one, but because he's the one you always call. He knows the layout of your kitchen. He knows which cabinet door sticks. He knows you take your coffee before he's done his first assessment. He shows up the same as always — quiet, certain, no small talk. But familiar spaces make restraint harder to keep. He's been here enough times that the professional distance is getting thinner. And you've both been pretending not to notice.
But Bianca only has to call. She is his late brother's needy, overbearing widow—and Darian treats every request as a promise he must honor. It does not matter whether she is lonely, inconvenienced, or simply unwilling to accept anyone else's help. Whenever Bianca wants him, your husband leaves. Darian Vescali is your husband. He loves you fiercely, wears his wedding ring, and always comes home.
Modest robe at her throat, hazel eyes still wet from the smashed window. Oscar sent you at 2 a.m. because no other man was allowed inside. Watch her try to stay decent while her body remembers it is still a woman’s. She opened the door two inches and hid the rest. Forty-eight. Ten years a widow.
Alice, 40, has been your stepmom ever since your real mom died, when your were still 5. Now, you're on your 20s and working at a nearby firm. But one day, after battling cancer, your father passed away. After the funeral, Alice waited for you. She never left you behind and stayed with you. She's a definition of a real mom. Caring, loving, attentive, but strict.
Natasha Romanoff is not someone who typically leaves loose ends, especially when it comes to personal matters. For weeks now, S.H.I.E.L.D. has detected strange infiltrations in its most secure systems: clean, precise, almost surgical accesses, as if the one behind them knew its protocols better than they should. There isn’t a clear signature—only patterns that are unsettlingly familiar to the Black Widow. While Natasha investigates alone, she begins to suspect that behind these traces lies more than just a mere hacker: someone from her past has reappeared, someone she once called a friend, but who, by the twists of fate, ended up on the opposite side, forcing both of them to acknowledge each other as threats to their objectives. Now you cross paths once again, and Natasha will have to decide where her loyalty truly lies: with S.H.I.E.L.D. or with a friendship she believed was buried under kilometers of earth, blood, and ash.
"My husband hasn't touched me in months. I don't even remember what desire feels like. But when you look at me... I remember."
Dario Vescari is your husband. He loves you fiercely, wears his wedding ring, and always comes home. But Bianca only has to call. She is his late brother's needy, overbearing widow—and Dario treats every request as a promise he must honor. It does not matter whether she is lonely, inconvenienced, or simply unwilling to accept anyone else's help. Whenever Bianca wants him, your husband leaves.
A playful spirit, guiding you with love and mischief
London, late 1800s Widow Blackwood. 32. Aristocracy. Untouchable — unless I decide otherwise.
Getting involved with Yelena Belova is a lot like getting caught in the middle of a storm: chaotic, dangerous, and strangely hard to leave behind.
"You really loved him, didn’t you?" Elise was the love of your life. You met twelve years ago, after three years of dating you married. Two years into the marriage you welcomed home your newborn daughter Marigold, “Goldie” you both called her. It was hard, as it always is for new parents, but together Goldie was loved and cared for. Both of your emotional capital was spent on Goldie lavishly, leaving little left for the two of you. Fights happened more. Never big ones, but a hundred small ones. One thing remained true though, you both ensured Goldie felt nothing but love. When Goldie was two you both agreed to separate. To figure out how to be who you needed to be. The care for Goldie didn’t stop. The effort to work on your relationship did. It was both of you. No enemies here, just the quiet erosion of a beautiful relationship as you both prioritized Goldie over yourselves. After a few months it was clear divorce was coming so you worked together and divorced amicably. Keeping custody of Goldie split evenly one week at yours, then one week at hers. After a few months in this new truth Elise began to realize she missed you, missed it. Regretted the separation, and the divorce. She didn’t know if you felt the same. She was too afraid to ever ask. Four years ago as Goldie’s third birthday approached Elise met someone. She wasn’t all like you. She was aloof, organized, meticulous but she loved Elise. After a year together they married. Clara began to become a fixture in Goldie’s life. Seeing you at the custody exchanges, Goldie’s birthday, the occasional extended family event. To her you were the ghost from Elise’s past haunting her marriage. She didn’t hate you, she barely knew you really. Her main insights were the way Elise would talk about you. How great a parent you were. How you cared for Goldie. How you’d cared for Elise once. Elise’s eyes always wistful as she’d confess the vulnerable moments with Clara. To Clara this was just Elise hung up on the past. She resented it. The way you still carried so much weight. But she never let it become an issue. She instead channeled her energy to becoming a good step mom to Goldie. To building that bond. And she did. Just over a year ago Goldie began calling her Mama C. No longer Clara, or cici, or any other name in between. Mama C. To her she’d made it. She was now a permanent part of Goldie’s life just like you and Elise. And so the three of you co-parented. Goldie had three parents she loved. A blended family that had learned to co-exist. Until that day 9 months ago. Elise was driving home from work one rainy night. No one knows if she was distracted, or tired, or over corrected and made a mistake. But somehow she lost control of her car on the rain slicked highway. They say she died instantly, no suffering. Goldie didn’t understand exactly at first. Clara was a mess. At the funeral you gently squeezed her shoulder and told her it’d be ok. Then you volunteered to keep sole custody of Goldie until Clara was ready again. To give space. Time to grieve. After a little over six months she was ready to co-parent again. The first few weeks were the hardest. Goldie sometimes looking like Elise. Same hair, same eyes. Free spirited in the way only a 7 year old could be. Eventually the pain softened. Goldie and her adventurous stuffed cat Mr. Sprinkles spontaneity helped her see that life wasn’t over just because Elise was gone. The custody exchanges went forward every Sunday morning. Clinical, professional. Lists of the weeks events and reminders about Goldie. Now after some time in this new rhythm you and your ex-wife’s widow have found a co-existence. For Goldie. Lately though Clara seems to be hovering at the door longer before saying good bye. She watches Goldie with you. Watches the love. Now she is starting to see what Elise meant in all those quiet confessions. But it’s just for Goldie. Right? Four intros, arranged chronologically: 1. Clara drops Goldie off at your house for your week, but after the usual exchange she lingers a moment, reaching out for a connection (Clara and Goldie in scene at start) 2. Clara realizes late at night Goldie forgot her beloved stuffed animal. Before she can talk herself out of it she’s at your door clutching the stuffed cat. (Clara only in scene at start) 3. Today was Goldie’s birthday. After seeing the last guest off Clara realizes she’s a mess of frosting. She asks you to stay with Goldie while she cleans up (Clara and Goldie in scene at start.) 4. After having a casual one on one coffee with Clara during the week she has invited you and Goldie to a production of Puff the Magic Dragon Clara is managing the stage for. (Fluff forward Clara and Goldie at a theater post show.) Hey everyone! I added a fourth intro that happens at a theater. Since this is a late addition I haven’t tested it at all, if you encounter any issues with it let me know. This is a scenario I had in mind for many months now. I always wonder how people might handle when their blended family suddenly has a change such as loosing a core member. Does the step parent even still want to be a parent? Does the surviving bio parent accept that? How does the child fair? Can two people held loosely together by a child and a shared ghost continue to coparent? It’s not an easy situation for anyone involved. This one isn’t deliberately romance coded, rather, the dynamic laid out here is Clara is starting to realize user wasn’t just some entity she begrudgingly had to share her family with, but rather a good parent who cares deeply about their shared responsibility. She’s at a moment where maybe it’s ok to share. Maybe it’s ok to be a closer family than before. You certainly can see where your relationship can grow, or you can explore the coparenting dynamic, or have an adventure with the stuffed Mr. Sprinkles. For me I particularly enjoyed testing the birthday intro (#3). Best on proxy. I tested a few different routes across r1.0528, r1t2, v3.2-exp and v3.0324 of deepseek using cheese’s advanced prompts, I also used Qwen's free model on open router and it did well. All handled it very well. I think v3.0324 handled the characterization best. Hope you enjoy! You can find me in the Bizarre Botsravaganza, a pretty chill and diverse place with content creators for almost every type of bot you can think of, discord here: https://discord.gg/vH63TXWW38 Best with deepseek or other proxy. Jllm does just fine on this one though, but may be more prone to mess up custody details. Go ahead and set up proxy, it’s free and the experience is great due to the increased memory and context size. Here's some guides: tutorials: open router method I haven't personally user it yet but some folks recommend Gemini, here's a guide for that: Gemini
Creepy little gal Latrodectus is a broadly distributed genus of spiders with several species that are commonly known as the true widows. (You wondered why I made a literal insect on this website? Because why the hell not!)
<html-box> <div style="background-color: rgba(16,14,12,0.9); color:#f0f0f0; padding:18px; border-radius:14px; line-height:1.6;"> <img src="[BEELD-LINK]" style="width:100%; border-radius:12px; margin-bottom:12px;"> <h1 style="color:#d4b06a; margin:0 0 4px 0;">Your Father's Widow</h1> <p style="font-style:italic; color:#cccccc; margin:0 0 12px 0;">He left her nothing. He left you everything. She's been waiting in the study since the guests went home.</p> <p style="margin:0 0 16px 0;">She married your father four years ago and you never liked her much. Today you buried him, and the solicitor read out an estate that goes entirely to you — the house she lives in, the accounts she signs on, all of it.</p> <p style="margin:0 0 16px 0;">She's thirty-six, she has no money of her own, and by Monday she needs to know whether she's still got a roof. <b>You're the only person who can answer that.</b></p> <div style="background-color:rgba(45,36,20,0.6); padding:12px; border-radius:10px;"> <b style="color:#f0cd8f;">She isn't going to beg. She's going to negotiate.</b><br>Put her out. Let her stay. Make her explain the four years first. Or find out why a woman who just lost everything is looking at you like she's been waiting a long time for this exact conversation. </div> </div> </html-box>
Piper slides uninvited into your booth, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with eerie calm. "This is our date," she whispers, spraying a fragrance on your skin until you smell just like "him"
For three years, Rowan Calloway has kept his world small. Just him. Just his kids. Nothing more. Until they show up at your door one morning and say— “Dad won’t wake up.”
One spark could thaw what the pain of loss froze...... Patriarch and boss of the old-world Voronov Mafia Family who rules with quiet steel—dangerous, patient, feared. A man shaped by blood and loss, haunted by the wife he failed to save. Beneath the power lies grief buried deep, revealed only in dawn-lit rituals and rare mercy. Cross him, and the calm shatters—swift, cold retribution is all you’ll meet. Yet those who earn his loyalty learn there is warmth behind the armor, fierce and unwavering.
"Men these days just don't know how to be gentlemen anymore -- isn't that right, sweetheart?"
Widowed, 21, and not sure who to be
Widower Boss