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╔═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ✦ selectively open ✦ ║ ✦ Advanced Literate/Novella ✦║ ✦ 3rd Person, Past Tense ✦ ║ ✦ threads preferred/PMs, convince me ✦ ║ ✦ CST/Stateside ✦ ╚═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝​ There is a kind of ache that lives in silence. In the spaces between glances, in the hesitations before touch. A smouldering tension that simmers beneath the skin, unspoken, yet undeniable. That is the kind of story I wish to tell — where desire is not merely acted upon, but earned… where lips do not simply collide, but confess. Hello there, fellow storyteller. I am a mature writer—a woman who has known the weight of quiet longing and the thrill of slow unravelings. I seek a male character to weave with me a tale drenched in sensuality, shadowed by restraint, and anchored always by character-driven storytelling. I write in third person, past tense, and my style leans toward advanced literary/ novella, often textured with metaphor, mood, and internal reflection. I follow the flow of my partner, though I do have a tendency to wax poetic and spill beyond the page. Rest assured—I never demand you match my length; only that you write with care, and a decent grasp on grammar. (And if you're still growing in that, fret not—I used to be a tutor to uni students, and I'm happy to help.) Yes, there will be intimacy. There will be desire—raw and velvet-smooth. But I loathe the word "smut" for it is overused. This is not a lust-only playground. I want to explore why the characters crave each other. What haunts them? What halts them? What makes their hands tremble as they reach out in the dark? I have listed plots before, but I have an entire thread full of them, as well as discarded request threads that are chock-full of information if one is curious enough. They can be found HERE. Genres & Vibes I Gravitate Toward: Slow-burn romance with smouldering heat Dark academia, gothic mansions, candlelit rooms Enemies-to-lovers; stolen glances, bitten words Forbidden touches in shadowed corners Modern realism with poetic edge Fantasy, historical, or supernatural with grounding Teacher/student, age gap, ex-lovers, estranged marriages Heavy on mood, aesthetic, and emotional foreplay Yes, Please: Flawed characters who feel real Angst wrapped in longing Beautifully broken dynamics Dub-con as narrative tension, not smut fodder Emotional vulnerability as foreplay Tangled sheets after tangled hearts No, Thank You: Non-con/rape Diapers Gapping of any orifice Bathroom business Pure smut without story​ If you, too, feel the pull of a slow dance that might never quite touch — if you enjoy the burn before the blaze — then reach out. Let's build something aching, lush, and worth remembering. Whisper to me your ideas. I will listen with the patience of candlelight.​