[F4A] Modern Romance

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

My OC will be plus-size, don´t like - don´t interact.

I am 21+ and will only write with 21+ people.

Our characters must be 21+ as well.

As long as you match my effort, I can adapt to your writing length.

3rd person is a MUST. We are NOT our OCs.

Mainly looking for someone to write M or NB, though your real-life gender does not matter to me.

Looking for a soft dom, though I can also write a switch if needed.

Smut is cool, but I am mainly here for a good plot and amazing characters.

I am not going to write smut immediately; I need time to warm up to my writing partner.

Your OC can be possessive and obsessive (yes, please), but NEVER toxic or violent.

I will NOT write cheating, nor do I want my OC to be hurt beyond hair-pulling and love-biting.

Age gaps (with my OC being the younger one) are welcome but not necessary.

Always gonna demand a happy end, drama and trauma is welcome but only with comfort.

Our OCs can be strangers, acquaintances, friends, best friends, or having a crush on one another already. The choice is yours.

Would be great if you could write an response to my starter and then we can take this to Discord to discuss details!

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It was a small flat, really not anything grand. At least the windows offered a decent view. It had begun to snow some hours ago. Thick flakes fell from the grey sky. Covering rooftops and turning the world into something almost ethereal. She always adored winter, even if it meant having to pay more to keep this small space warm. She did not mind wearing just some extra layers inside to save on the heat. The young woman sat on the worn sofa tucked against the wall.

Her feet were on the low table cluttered with books, a half-finished mug with hot chocolate, and her mobile phone. Shelves were crowded with mismatched ceramics and a few folded blankets; she had way too many of those. Her hands were dirtied with paint. The canvas on her lap really had no business being there, but she enjoyed painting like that.

Even when it got a bit messy every now and then. In the end, she always got paint on her fingers, no matter how hard she tried not to. So she just gave up. Just like she gave up on the half-eaten lasagne on the counter, it simply had not turned out as well as it should have been. The knock on her door made her jump. Auburn hair spilled over her shoulders; the loose braid had finally given up entirely. "Coming, coming..." She muttered while putting the canvas on the table.

Wiping her hands on her shirt, which was the designated one she always wore to create art, she stood. She looked a bit like a mess but she really could not care less. After all, she had not really expected any guests. Having been so focused on painting, she had not even checked her phone for the last few hours.

Swiftly, she opened the front door.