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Sorry for my not posting content because I was sick and family issue! I will get back to it once I clear it out with my family members.

Love yall and have a great wonderful day! Drink water too!

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Happy Birthday Montague!!!! (Happy 1 year of Chapter 5 season 1!)

Okay but lemme pour my feelings into this. I have to do this for this special day...just for him. If I had to guess his age I think he have to be like 36 or 37 (His mid or late 30's) I swear on my life I fell hard for him. Like on the day of the battle pass I grind up to his page (ok that was too much information Kiyomi....) But anyways....Love him and I will take more pictures of him.

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Dear Montague,

On your special day, I want you to know how much you mean to me. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I wish nothing but the best for you as you continue to enjoy life to the fullest. May every moment be filled with love, joy, and all the blessings life has to offer.

Happy birthday, my dear Montague. Here's to many more years of love, laughter, and unforgettable memories together. I love you more than words can express.

With all my love,

Kiyomi

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To be honest I forgot I have a Twitter or X account!

Well I will be posting there often so see you there.

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Should I write more about Montague or take more pictures of him. I'm like so tired of not posting as much as I used to because life getting in my way. So I need help deciding on which one to do.

I want to do is Alphabet on Montague but I want to take more pictures of him.

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Some Grand Glacier before it leaves

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Okay I just realized that Chapter 5 season 1 is almost reaching it year that it been out. December 3rd, 2023.

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That means that I been playing as Montague since a year! So happy!!! And happy for others that who play as Montague for a year!

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I probably do a picture gallery of Montague for that date.

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But.... I post one picture of him.

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Heart thief romeo is at it again

( i cant describe how happy it makes him unless i draw his face )

PS: Yes he's insane

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I can say I don't have money on me but My hugs and wishes can reach you. I wish you the best. I'm so sorry I don't have any money on me. I'm so sorry you are going through this. 🫂💝

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I know I didn't post anything because writer block but I came back with this!

Yes my baby boy, Montague!

I had to do this and I might keep on going with this!

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fortnite ate with this quote

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Sleepover

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Montague x fem!reader

A/N: Night Classes kill me, but I survived!, Sorry if you didn't see any story from me...Special story from me!

TW: Nothing I can thing of.

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I pulled my thick, oversized sweater tighter around me as I stepped into Montague's modest little home, or rather, his stronghold of ambition. It was strange—his dark coat and impeccably groomed black and white hair gave him an air of someone powerful, but standing here, surrounded by the shadows of towering bookshelves and gilded artifacts, made me feel oddly comforted.

"Welcome," he said, his voice smooth as silk, yet with an edge that hinted at the fire simmering beneath. Those heterochromatic eyes of his—one brown, the other blue—held a kind of intensity I had never encountered before. It was as if he was gazing straight into my soul, assessing, challenging. I fidgeted with the hem of my sweater."Thanks for inviting me over," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. We had grown close over the past few weeks, sharing secrets under the pretense of studying for exams, but tonight felt different, charged with unsaid emotions.

"You’re welcome. I believe in fostering relationships outside of the Society," he replied, smirking ever so slightly. The Society—his brainchild, an exclusive group that gathered the wealthiest minds to discuss matters of power and influence. I was just a student, but Montague saw potential in me, believing I could help change the world. We settled into his cozy living room. Books lined every inch of the walls; some were filled with arcane knowledge, while others were modern tomes on strategy and influence. I watched as he moved with grace, pouring hot tea into two mismatched cups. "They say the best ideas are shared over tea," he remarked, handing me a cup. I took a sip, the warmth spreading through my fingers.

As we chatted about nothing and everything, I couldn’t help but notice the way his lips curled when he spoke passionately about his ambitions. But I was haunted by the weight of my own feelings for him—this merging of admiration and something deeper that I dared not name.

He smiled, and for a split second, the world outside faded. I felt an inexplicable sense of belonging, a longing that wrestled with my mind, urging me to break the silence. "Montague," I began hesitantly, "tell me why you think wealth is power."Montague leaned back, his eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Wealth can shift the balance of influence," he started. "It allows access to ideas, opportunities, and the ability to mold the very fabric of society. But underneath it all, it’s not just the power of resources; it’s about the connections you build, the alliances you forge."

His voice dripped with conviction, and I felt myself hanging on his every word. "And yet," I interjected, "don't you think there’s more to life than that? What about love?" The atmosphere shifted. His gaze turned contemplative, and I caught a glimpse of vulnerability as he pursed his lips. “Love, you say? It can be a distraction, a weakness. But...” he faltered, his eyes searching mine as if he was weighing the truth of my words.

Before I could respond, the lights flickered, and we heard the rolling thunder outside. The storm had rolled in faster than we expected. I stood up to close the window, feeling a thrill race through me as the rain began to pour, painting the world outside in shades of gray. “Would you like to do something a little less serious?” he suggested, an unusual twinkle in his eyes. “Let’s make this sleepover memorable.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, feeling a rush of anticipation. He chuckled, that deep, infectious laugh that I adored. "I have an absurd amount of board games. We could see who really has the strategic edge." And so, we dove into a world of playful rivalry. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became lighter. Laughter echoed off the walls, and I found myself captivated by Montague in ways I hadn’t expected. I discarded my initial perception of him as a cold strategist, seeing instead a man willing to let go of his burdens, even if for just a while.

After a particularly heated game of strategy, he fell back on the couch dramatically, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ve bested me at my own game,” he declared, a mock seriousness to his tone. “How could a mere student defeat a founding member of the Society?”I laughed, playfully nudging him with my foot. The warmth in the room seemed to grow, matching the flutter in my chest—one I had tried to ignore but couldn’t any longer. “Maybe you underestimated me,” I replied, trying to maintain a façade of confidence.He fixed me with a gaze that felt like an eternity. “Maybe, just maybe, you have something no one else in the Society has—a heart willing to challenge the norm.”

As electricity hovered between us, I impulsively blurted, “Is that why you invited me here? To see if I could fit into your world?”Montague sat up, his demeanor suddenly serious. “No,” he said, his tone earnest. “I invited you here because I wanted to spend time with you, away from the pressures of the Society.”

We were quiet for a moment, and the storm howled outside as if offering a dramatic underscore to our uncharted territory. I took a breath, heart racing. “Montague, do you think love can indeed coexist with power?” His expression softened, and he leaned closer, brushing his thumb against my knuckles. “I believe love is a power of its own. It can drive ambition but also distract. It… complicates what we think we know.”

Underneath the glow of dim candlelight, with the patter of rain serenading us, I dared to tilt my head slightly, brushing my lips against his. The world felt electric as he responded, kissing me back with a thoughtfulness that took my breath away. As our kisses deepened, the weighty ambition and the longing for love collided in an exhilarating rush.

Montague, the embodiment of dreams and desires, held onto something more than power; he held the promise of a shared journey—one where hearts of diamond and steel could beat together, forging a new destiny within the shadows of ambition.

And for that moment, in the midst of a storm, two hearts dared to hope.

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It's me Espresso.♡

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Montague x fem!reader

A/n: Coffee. Never had any Coffee in my life but aye, for anyone who drink Coffee what is yall favorite kind of coffee?

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TW: None

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The warmth of the afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of the coffee shop, casting golden rays on the polished wooden counter. It was a familiar haven in the heart of the bustling city, where the aroma of espresso mingled with the rich scent of freshly baked pastries. This was your domain, and for the past year, you’d been spinning the daily grind of brewing coffee and serving customers with a smile.

You had just finished steaming the milk for a cappuccino when the bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer. The moment you looked up, time seemed to freeze. Montague stepped inside, his tousled hair catching the light and his charming smile captivating your attention. He was a regular—every Wednesday without fail. But today, something felt different in the air, as if the universe had conspired to weave a new thread in your lives.

Montague ambled up to the counter, hands tucked into the pockets of his well-worn jeans, his blue cardigan slightly oversized but giving him an endearingly casual look. “Hey, you. Got anything special brewed today?” he asked, his eyes dancing with mischief and warmth.You grinned, flipping your hair over your shoulder. “Just my secret blend, as always. But I can add a dash of love if you’d like.”He chuckled, a deep, melodic sound that sent a flutter through your chest. “How could I resist? It’s the best ingredient.”As you prepared his espresso, the familiar rhythm took on a whole new meaning, each sound echoing like a heartbeat. You slid the small cup across the counter, and Montague accepted it with an appreciative look.“This looks amazing,” he said, taking a sip and closing his eyes in pleasure. “You really have a gift, you know? It’s like every cup tells a story.”Confident behind the counter, you leaned closer, a playful glimmer in your eye.

“Oh, and what story do you think this one tells?”He set the cup down, his gaze more serious now. “It whispers of warm days ahead, laughter in the air, and perhaps a little adventure…?”Your heart raced. You often wondered what went on in Montague’s mind, how he saw the world. This moment felt like the alignment of stars, drawing you both into the gravitational pull of something more than just friendship.“I’d like to think it hints at a great love story,” you replied softly, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Montague met your gaze, his expression reflective. “Then let’s start writing it. Life’s too short for ordinary chapters.”After your shift, you found Montague waiting at a table outside the shop, a book in hand and a mischievous smile on his lips. He beckoned you over, and, with your heart beating loudly, you sat across from him.“It’s a beautiful day,” he remarked, your eyes catching the flicker of sunlight on his face. “Want to go on a little adventure?”

With a nod, you closed the gap that had once felt too wide. Their journey took you through the nearby park, where street musicians filled the air with cheerful melodies. Together, you shared stories, laughter, and a few light-hearted confessions over a shared slice of cake and more espresso at a kiosk along the way.As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Montague turned towards you, a sudden seriousness in his expression. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you … about us. I know this sounds a bit foolish, but I feel like I’ve found something special in this city, and it’s you. Every Wednesday, I look forward to seeing you, and it’s not just for the coffee.”You felt the warmth of his words wrap around you like a soft blanket. “I’ve felt it too, Montague. It’s like every conversation we have is a little piece of magic.”“Then let’s not let that magic fade away with the sunset,” he said, his voice steady and sincere. “Let’s keep brewing this connection, day by day.”

Maybe it was the ambiance of the place, the lightness of the evening, or simply the undeniable chemistry you shared, but in that moment, the world felt vast yet intimate. You reached across the table, fingers brushing against his. “I’d love nothing more.”As you both sat under the fading light, laughter danced around you, and sweet words flowed like the espresso you cherished. It was the beginning of your love story, infused with laughter, warmth, and, of course, the undeniable allure of espresso.

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Night Ocean Sea with Stars

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Montague x fem!reader

A/n: I'm currently sick so I'm going to write so I don't have to worry about not posting enough.◇ Plus, sorry for not posting for 4 days...

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TW: None

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The beach stretched before us, a vast canvas where the ocean met the sky. Montague, with his tousled hair and dreamy gaze, stood beside me, his silhouette framed by the warm glow of twilight.

We walked along the shore, our bare feet sinking into the cool, wet sand with each step. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the beach was both calming and electrifying, a symphony that echoed our unspoken feelings. I glanced at Montague, who was lost in a reverie, his eyes reflecting the deep hues of the sea.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, afraid to disturb the moment.He turned to me, a soft smile spreading across his face. “It really is. But nothing compares to this moment right now,” he replied, gesturing with an outstretched arm to the endless expanse around us. “The ocean, the sky… and you.”

A blush crept onto my cheeks as I met his gaze. His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as the sky transitioned from dusk to twilight. Each moment felt suspended in time, as if the universe was conspiring to keep us here forever, on this perfect beach.

Montague picked up a smooth, flat stone from the sand and tossed it into the water. With a flick of his wrist, it skipped across the surface, dancing in rhythm with the waves. “Do you think we could skip stones like that?” he asked, grinning.

I laughed and bent down to find a stone of my own. We took turns, each attempting to outdo the other, our laughter ringing out into the crisp evening air. The friendly competition was a comfort, a way to keep our minds occupied while our hearts whispered secrets we dared not say.

After the stone-skipping contest, we settled into the sand, the cool grains sifting through our fingers. I looked out at the ocean, the horizon stretching infinitely, and then back at Montague. “What do you see when you look at the ocean?” I asked.He pondered for a moment before answering. “I see possibilities. The vastness reminds me that there’s so much out there, so much life and adventure waiting just beyond the waves. But I also see a deep calm, a place of peace where I can escape from everything.” He paused, turning to me, his expression more serious. “And I see you. It’s like… it’s like being part of something larger, something beautiful.”His words took my breath away. As the sky darkened, stars began to twinkle above us, their light reflected in Montague’s deep brown eyes. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a mixture of comfort and excitement. This connection we had—this unspoken bond—felt as eternal as the ocean itself.

“Montague,” I began, my voice trembling slightly, “I—”But he stopped me, placing a finger against my lips. “Let’s not rush things. We have time, and tonight is magical. Let’s just enjoy it.”

And so we sat in silence, side by side, our fingers brushing against each other occasionally as the waves continued their gentle caress against the shore. I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling safe and cherished. The world around us faded away as we became part of that perfect moment, filled with love, warmth, and the sound of the ocean whispering secrets only we could understand.

As the last remnants of the sun disappeared, leaving only the soft glow of the moon and stars, Montague gently turned his face towards mine. “You know,” he said softly, “I think I could stay here forever, just watching the ocean with you.”“Me too,” I replied, my heart swelling with joy. “With you, I feel at home.”

Montague smiled, and in that moment, I knew that this love story with Ocean Sky was just beginning. And as the waves continued their timeless dance, I understood that everything we needed was right here, beneath the vast expanse of the universe, just waiting for us to embrace it.

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Sunset drive

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Montague x fem!reader

A/n: Lovely Night. Thank you for looking and appreciate my work!

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TW: None

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The sun began its slow descent, casting a rich tapestry of oranges, purples, and gold across the sky.

I heard the low rumble of his car engine—a vintage model that transported us to any era we desired—echoing through the parking lot. I stepped outside, the cool evening air wrapping around me like a soft embrace. Montague leaned against the vehicle, wearing a charming smile that could melt ice from the very wall that loomed above us.

“Ready for our sunset drive?” he asked, his voice a smooth, inviting melody that filled my chest with warmth. “Always,” I replied, my heart racing as I approached him.We climbed into the car, the scent of leather and old wood enveloping us. His fingers brushed against mine as he turned the key, a spark of electricity sparking in the air between us. I quickly withdrew my hand, hiding the blush that crept across my cheeks.The road ahead twisted beautifully between the peaks, each turn revealing breathtaking views of the mountains painted by the setting sun. Montague drove with precision, his focus unwavering, yet his gaze flickered to me often, as if measuring the distance between our unspoken feelings.

The silence between us was filled with a symphony of unarticulated thoughts and hopes.“Do you remember the first time we came here?” he said suddenly, breaking our reverie.I smiled, lost in the memory. “How could I forget? You took me on a hike up to the valley, convinced I needed to see the stars without the city’s glow.”“We lay there for hours,” he reminisced, laughter dancing in his tone. “You were terrified of falling asleep, thinking you might miss the stars’ first appearance. I promised to wake you up, but it was you who woke me. You shook me awake like I was a child, pointing at the sky in awe.”I chuckled softly at his recollection. “There’s something soothing about the unknown, don’t you think?” His gaze drifted back to the road, but I sensed the intensity beneath his calm exterior."Maybe,” I replied carefully, “but it can also be frightening. Uncertainty has a way of haunting the heart." He glanced at me, his blue eye crackling with electricity.

“What haunts your heart, then?" Tipping my head back against the seat, I gazed at the glass-studded sky, hoping the stars would offer me courage. But they remained silent, nestled in the twilight.“You,” I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “This connection between us… it feels so intense, yet so fragile.” Montague slowed the car, pulling over into a secluded overlook. The mountains rose majestically before us, their peaks awash in the soft glow of twilight. I could almost hear the echoes of our laughter from that first hike. “What do you want from me?” he asked, shifting his body to face me, the tension in his voice unmistakable. The moment was electric; the distance between us surged with both fear and longing. My heart raced like the winds that brushed over the cliffs. “What do you want, Montague?” He hesitated, vulnerability and strength intertwining in his gaze. “I want you to know that behind the walls I’ve built, there’s a longing I’ve tried to suppress—the one for connection, your connection.”All the air seemed to fizzle out of my lungs. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as realization coursed through me. This wasn’t merely a sunset drive; it was a pivotal juncture in our relationship, one that could either set us soaring into the clouds or plunge us into uncertainty. “Why have you been afraid to say it?” I questioned softly, searching his features for answers.“Because I fear that it could create a rift between us,” he replied, his voice earnest. “What if we get lost in the unknown?”“Sometimes we have to embrace the unknown,” I replied, lifting my chin higher, fueled by unsteady resolve. “It’s part of living, Montague. Maybe even part of loving.”His gaze held mine, the weight of our words lingering in the air. “Then let’s not be afraid. Let’s step into that uncertainty together.”With a leap of faith that surprised me, I reached out, intertwining my fingers with his, feeling the warmth radiate between us. The moment crystallized, the sharp frisson of our connection grounding me in the now.Montague leaned closer, and the world fell away, leaving only the tidy roar of the wind and the vibrant palette of the sunset stretching over the horizon. “I’ve admired you from the start, you know,” he whispered before closing the distance, capturing the warmth of our dreams in a sweet embrace.With the first stars puncturing the dusk, I finally understood: The road ahead may hold traumas, sorrows, and uncertainties, yet with Montague at my side, I knew we would face it all, hand in hand, heart in heart.And so, beneath the Zenith Wall, our home embraced us in its luxurious mystery as we embarked on this journey together, guided by the soft glow of the evening sky and the power of the love waiting to bloom between us.

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I update my work so I know what I need to do and completed. My request box is still available!

I'm starting to write a Fanfic of Montague

Good Evening(it nighttime over here). But Good Morning or Afternoon to everyone. I'm Keiko or you can call me Kiyomi. I'm will start taking requests from people starting Friday or Next Friday. I'm in college rn doing classes to be a writer, drawer and Mortician at the same time!

I don't speak English very well so bear with me.

But I will be grateful to answer any requests!

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Work(s) that I completed!:

♡Purple Night & Warm Shower♡ Complete♡

Midnight Melody Complete♡

Work(s) in progress:

Sunset Drive (At 7: 30 pm)

Night Ocean Sky with stars (Current working on it)

Keep a promise (TBA)

Hold me closer (TBA)

Don't cry for anyone that didn't benefit you (TBA)

Sleepover (TBA)

Espresso (After Night Ocean Sky with Stars)

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Midnight Melody

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Montague x fem!reader

A/N: Look at the beautiful night while writing is awesome!

Requests: None

TW: None

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It was during my first week at the hotel, as the evening sun dipped behind the mountains, that I stumbled upon Montague. He stood by the grand piano in the lounge—a stark silhouette against the gentle radiance of candelight. His dark gray-blue coat hung on him like a shadow, and his heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one blue, radiated a peculiar warmth under the dim lights.

“Ah, a new face!” he said, flashing a smile that lit up his features, even as his hair danced with the colors of dusk: black and white intertwined. I introduced myself shyly, aware of the churning storms in my chest. He invited me to join him at the piano, and though I knew little about music, something compelled me to stand closer.

“Do you have a song?” he inquired, his eyes holding mine with a depth I found disarming. I hesitated, staring at my reflection in the polished surface of the piano.“Only fragments,” I confessed, my heart racing as I sensed his curiosity ignite.“Fragments can be beautiful,” he replied, a smirk teasing his lips. “Would you show me?”Despite the churning in my stomach, I nodded. I started to hum an old lullaby that my mother used to sing, my voice barely above a whisper. The melody escaped me as if set free from years of confinement, and Montague filled the space around us with cascading chords that wove a magical tapestry. It was simple, but something deep within me resonated with the notes, pushing me to sing louder, to let the melody expand like petals of a blooming flower.

As my voice floated through the room, I saw his expression shift. There was an intensity in his gaze that made me momentarily forget I was singing in front of one of the most enigmatic men I had ever encountered. The song reached its climax, soaring into an ethereal realm, and in that moment, I felt a connection—a bridge forged between our souls.When the last note faded into the air, silence enveloped us. Montague’s brown and blue eyes sparkled with unshed emotions, as if he had been spellbound. “You have an extraordinary voice,” he told me softly. “It carries the weight of a thousand nights.”The nights that followed were steeped in music and companionship. Our evenings became a ritual; I would sing, and he would play, losing ourselves in melodies and sweet harmonies like star-crossed lovers dancing in the embrace of the moonlight. Montague, with his ensemble of stunning compositions, managed to coax my timid heart out of hiding. We talked of dreams and fears, hopes and regrets, sharing tales as the snow fell softly against the windows, creating a blanket of silence around us. The mountains glinted in the moonlight, and the air was crisp, almost intoxicating. As we leaned against the railing, the world beyond seemed to vanish. He began, gazing into the distance. “I wonder if I’ve also built walls around my heart. I never expected someone like you to breach those fortifications so effortlessly.” My heart fluttered at his words, wondering if the flicker of hope dancing during our evenings had ignited something deeper between us. “What would you have me do?” I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.“Let this be our secret,” he replied, his eyes glistening under the stars. “The melodies we share, the silence we create together, they belong to us and us alone.”I nodded, entranced by the idea, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. What could a man like Montague—the owner of this grand hotel, the guardian of dreams—want with someone as ordinary as me?

The days turned into weeks, and our connection deepened, yet a chasm of uncertainty loomed in my heart. Montague would often glance at me with a longing that twisted my insides, and though I thrived in the warmth of his presence, I could feel the gravity of my own insecurities pulling me down.One fateful night, after a particularly haunting melody we had conjured together, he drew closer, his breath mingling with the winter air. “There’s something I must tell you,” he whispered, his voice low yet clear. “You’ve woven your song into the fabric of my existence. I’ve fallen… deeply, irrevocably in love with you.”Those words struck like a bell tolling through the deepest valleys. I stood frozen momentarily, my mind a whirlwind. How could he offer his heart so freely when I felt so unworthy?“Montague,” I started, my voice trembling. “I—I don’t know how to fit into your world.”“You already do,” he said, his gaze unwavering, filled with so much sincerity, it was overwhelming. “Love is not about fitting into each other’s lives; it’s about creating a new one together. You’ve become my midnight melody—the quiet strength that inspires me to break down the walls of my fortress.” Tears stung my eyes as my resolve began to melt away, revealing the vulnerabilities I had hidden for far too long. I stepped closer, feeling the warmth radiate from him. “I’m afraid,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper.“Don’t be,” he replied gently, wrapping his arms around me.

“Together, we can face the fears that haunt us.”In that moment, I surrendered, not just to him, but to the love we had nurtured, fragile yet beautiful. The Grand Glacier, with all its grandeur, faded into the shadows as I pressed my lips against his, sealing our promise under the starlit sky.We would walk through the trials of life hand in hand, composing our own symphony, our midnight melody echoing through eternity—a love story etched, where heartbreak had shattered and harmony had finally bloomed.

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♡Purple Night & Warm Shower♡

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Montague x fem!reader

A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing so I'm nervous! Hope you love this.

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The icy wind whipped at my face as I stepped out onto the balcony, the view of the Zenith Wall and the frozen mountains beyond a stark contrast to the warmth of the Grand Glacier. It was a sight I never tired of, a constant reminder of Montague's strength and the world we were protecting. He was standing by the railing, his back to me, his silhouette a stark contrast against the purple twilight sky.

He was an enigma, my Montague. A man with a life veiled in secrets, his past shrouded in whispers and rumors. His black and white hair, streaked with silver at the temples, framed his sharp, angular face. His eyes, one a deep brown, the other a piercing blue, always seemed to hold a story waiting to be told. His slim build, clad in a dark gray-blue coat, belied a strength I had witnessed firsthand.

He turned, catching my gaze, and a wave of something akin to warmth washed over me. His smile, though rare, was as radiant as the sun breaking through the clouds. He tilted his head, his heterochromatic eyes glittering with a curious amusement.

"What brings you out here, my dear?" He asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "The beauty of the night," I replied, my voice a whisper against the wind. "And you, of course." He chuckled, a low, melodious sound that was almost impossible to resist. "Come, let us go inside," he said, pulling me close. "The night is young, and there's a warmth waiting for us." Every room, from the grand ballroom to the smallest guest suite, was a masterpiece of intricate carvings and shimmering tapestries.We walked hand-in-hand through the hallways, the silence broken only by the soft crunch of our footfalls on the meticulously polished marble floor. He led me to our suite, a haven of warmth and comfort. The air was filled with the scent of citrus and sandalwood, a scent that always reminded me of home, of a place where I felt safe and secure. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, and let the aroma engulf me. Montague, with his quiet intensity, was already undressing, his movements slow and deliberate. He was a study in contrasting colors, the dark fabric of his coat against the pale skin of his back, the black and white of his hair against the stark blue of his eyes. As he stood before me, stripped to his shirt, I felt a sudden jolt of awareness. My eyes traced the smooth lines of his chest, the faint scar that bisected his left bicep, a reminder of past battles fought and won. "You are cold," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "Come, I will warm you." He led me to the bathroom, a spacious haven of white marble and shimmering glass. He ran a bath, the steam rising to meet the scent of lemon and lavender. As the water filled the tub, he turned to me, his eyes searching mine. "Just relax," he said softly, taking a step closer. His touch was gentle, respectful, and yet there was this underlying current of intent, a simmering desire that I couldn't quite decipher. I slipped into the bath, the warm water enveloping me like a hug. He joined me, his warmth radiating against me. He reached for a towel, and with a swift, practiced movement, he draped it over our shoulders. The water was hot, the steam filling the room with a soft, white haze. We sat together in silence, the only sounds the gentle lapping of water and the rhythmic beating of our hearts.He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You are beautiful, my dear," he whispered. "Like a rare flower blooming in the heart of winter." Suddenly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, playful kiss. The world around us faded away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against mine, the taste of his warmth, the feeling of him. As we kissed, the purple night outside seemed to glow even brighter, a reflection of the fire that was burning inside us, a fire kindled on a night of purple twilight and warm showers. This was our haven, a place where we could escape the harsh realities of the world and find solace in each other's arms. And I knew, with an absolute certainty, that this was only the beginning of our story.

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