Ambrosed Love
Intro 1
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Hi my online Fam, let's start this story with fresh ideas, I hope you'll enjoy reading it ❣️ first let me give my POV about the profile pictures...
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Many Readers asked why I don't use human pictures??
Previously, I also used beautiful models for my story, but now I'm not using human pictures anymore because I believe that when we use a man's or woman's picture as a villain, rapíst, cruel person, or for intimate purposes like smút, that person's image gets imprinted in our minds as we read. Moreover, to me, using someone's picture for such negative characters or for smút/intimacy without their acknowledgment and permission is unethical...
For example, ''Mariano di Vaio" used as villain who ruined the FL so inhumanely in a story, Later, when I saw him as male Protagonist in another story with positive role, I couldn't feel satisfied because I still had the negative impression of that model in my mind.
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One day, I coincidentally came across his Instagram profile and discovered that he is actually a kind, loving man with kids and a beautiful wife. At that moment, I felt bad because he probably had no idea that his pictures were being used for rapíst characters in some stories.That experience changed my perspective, and I decided that I would never use real human pictures again to avoid hurting anyone's sentiments...
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let's have an intro of our main leads
Seraphina Calderon– The paradox of fire and ice
At 25 years old, standing 5'7, she was a striking contradiction of an innocent face masking a rebellious, untamed soul...
She wasn't the kind of woman who followed rules—but a rule breaker
Black wavy hair streaked with brown framed her face perfectly, but it was her hazel eyes, encircled in black, that held an intensity impossible to ignore. And that tiny mole just below her lips? It was an unintentional invitation, a silent mark of effortless allure.
Leather jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots were her armor, but it was the fire in her soul that truly set her apart. With a sharp tongue and a sharper mind, she walked like she owned the world and fought like she feared nothing...
Tomboy to the core clashed with undeniable curvey frame. she found freedom in speed—whether it was racing down the streets on her skateboard or dodging past obstacles with effortless precision. The thrill of the ride, the wind in her hair, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins—that was her definition of peace.
An only child of the Calderon family, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who never needed saving. Love? It was complicated. She had her heart tangled in a reckless crush on Charles Voden, yet fate had other plans...
And then there were her habits…
A Smoker who found solace in nicotine and a terrible liar, betrayed by the way her fingertips instinctively rubbed the tip of her nose whenever she bent the truth.
Derran Bradford—The Silent Storm in Uniform.
At 27 years old, towering 6'1. he was the kind of man who never had to raise his voice to command a room. A silent storm, always watching, always calculating....
His ash-black hair, sharp jawline, and those piercing gray-green eyes gave him an unshakable intensity. An FBI police officer that even his seniors secretly feared—not because he was reckless, but because he was too damn good at what he did....
But under all that control, there was a mind sharper than steel—one that had already left a mark in the ranks, giving even his seniors a tough time keeping up.
Calm. Composed. Deadly.
No one had ever seen him lose his temper—because he never did. He didn't waste words, didn't indulge in unnecessary emotions. But make no mistake—when Derran moved, he was a force to be reckoned with.
His favorite hobby? Sleeping. Whenever he had a break, he would nap like the world didn't exist. His colleagues joked that if a war broke out, he'd sleep through half of it and still wake up with a plan to end it in five minutes.
Rayhan Sinclair—A name that carried an air of mystery and danger
29 years old with 6'2 height.
he was a man who walked in the shadows yet commanded attention effortlessly. His silver-gray hair framed a face sculpted with sharp, unforgiving edges, a beauty both haunting and lethal...
But his most striking feature was his heterochromatic eyes—one a piercing green, the other an intense blue. A secret he kept buried from the world, hiding them behind contact lenses, masking the truth even from those closest to him...
With intricate ink trailing over his neck, whispering of a past unknown, his presence alone was enough to unsettle even the boldest. He moved like a phantom—silent, calculating, and always a step ahead....
Feared by many, trusted by few, and understood by none...Because Rayhan was not just dangerous—he was a man who never forgave, never forgot....
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that's all with the main leads.
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3 years ago, I couldn't complete this story properly and I dropped it as I was mentally disturbed because of my friend's death... 💔
later I summed up the whole story in one episode ... But I know readers were disappointed, and I was also not satisfied with the rushed ending as I put so much effort into this work... So I decided to restart it with a new fresh
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I thought a lot.. I searched a lot.. Then I decided on this name... "AMBROSED LOVE"...which is from Ambrosia, a Greek word meaning 'immortal' or 'living forever' so Ambrosed Love is immortal love ❤️
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。Ray of Darkness。
A private lounge—secluded, dark, dangerous. Behind tinted glass were power shifted hands, but only one man truly held control....
Rayhan Sinclair sat in his usual spot, lounging like a king on a leather couch....
Rayhan Sinclair
(looking in whiskey glass silently holding a cigarette)
A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched...!!
man(side role)
(as dealer)
Across from him sat a man—sweating, shifting, foolishly confident....
man(side role)
(fidgeting leg)
The scent of whiskey and leather lingered in the air, mixing with the low hum of music.
Steve(Ray's man)
(watching the dealer fidget with a nervous smirk)
man(side role)
Mr. Sinclair, no need for threats...
(chuckled)
man(side role)
We both know you wouldn't risk a war over a minor disagreement—
Rayhan Sinclair
(shot right in the center of dealer's forehead)
The club music drowned out the gunshot, but the message was clear....
His body slumped forward, blood pooling on the table....
Silence swallowed the room, except for the slow tap of Rayhan's ring against his glass...
Rayhan Sinclair
(tapping silver ring on edge of glass)
While his other hand was still holding the gun, curling smoke from its muzzle..
The dancer in the corner froze mid-movement, her hands trembling....
Girl(side role)
(trembling)
Rayhan exhaled and shifted his gaze to her for the first time since she entered the room.
Rayhan Sinclair
Did I ask you to stop?
(calm voice)
Girl(side role)
(flinched at his voice)
She flinched before resuming her dance, though her movements were stiff...
Rayhan Sinclair
(diverted gaze on whiskey glass again)
He didn't spare her another glance again, like she didn't exist anymore,
Steve(Ray's man)
Should I call the clean-up team, Boss?
Steve, unfazed, stepped forward and dragged down the dealer's body back from the table with practiced ease...
Rayhan Sinclair
Let the rats see what happens when they bite off more than they can chew...
Steve(Ray's man)
(nodded head while making a call)
Rayhan Sinclair
(finally lifted his glass to take a slow sip)
His gaze was dark, unfazed, already thinking ahead...
Steve(Ray's man)
What about Bredford? He's been pushing too much lately...
(shoved mobile in pocket)
Rayhan Sinclair
(smirked while setting his drink down)
Transfer him...
Rayhan Sinclair
France... He needs a change of scenery..
(swirled the amber liquid in his glass)
Steve(Ray's man)
Boss, umm..You sure? Sending him away might make him dig even deeper...
(hesitant tone)
Rayhan Sinclair
(gave a deathly glare)
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。buried but not forgotten。
Continuing from the previous episode
Steve(Ray's man)
Boss, umm..You sure? Sending him away might make him dig even deeper...
(hesitant tone)
Rayhan Sinclair
Let him...
(Chuckled while tilting his head back)
Rayhan Sinclair
He doesn't even realize he is walking straight into the storm....
he leaned back while watching the slow swirl of whiskey in his glass..
His own words echoed in his mind...
Rayhan Sinclair
(closed eyes)
A flicker of something unfamiliar passed through his cold Brown lenses...
The name hit him like a whisper from the past he thought he had buried...
Rayhan Sinclair
(grip on the glass tightened)
The image of a wild-eyed girl flashed through his mind—her black waves bouncing as she ran ahead of him, laughing like she owned the world...
Young Serra(teenage)
Ray, you're too slow..!
(turned to look back at him with teasing chuckle)
Her hazel eyes, bright and full of mischief, had held no idea how deeply they were etched into his soul...
Young Rayhan(teenage)
now catch me...
(started running while laughing)
He had never minded chasing after her...Until one day, she stopped waiting for him...
Rayhan Sinclair
Serra....
(whispered)
The name left a bitter taste on his tongue. Once a melody, now nothing but a curse...
Rayhan Sinclair
(opened eyes and kept staring at the ceiling)
How foolish he had been—believing she was his to keep, believing she would stay...
at Steve's voice, Rayhan's expression hardened in an instant, the softness vanishing like it was never there...
Rayhan Sinclair
(exhaled sharply)
The warmth of his drink doing nothing to thaw the ice in his chest...
Rayhan Sinclair
Get it done..
Steve(Ray's man)
(gave a slight nod)
And then Steve stepped out, leaving Rayhan alone with the music, the blood-stained table, and a name he should have forgotten...
Rayhan Sinclair
(grip tightened around glass)
Hatred simmered beneath his skin, coiling like a serpent...
Seraphina Calderon was nothing but a lesson now—a reminder that weakness had no place in his world...
And if fate was cruel enough to bring her back into it…
He would make sure she learned that lesson too...
Rayhan Sinclair
(spared a gaze at that girl)
Girl(side role)
(froze at her place)
The heavy bass of the club pulsed through the air, drowning in the haze of smoke and liquor. But for her, everything stilled the moment he looked at her.
A single glance. That was all it took...
Girl(side role)
(felt shiver in spine)
The dancer felt a chill creep up her spine, her fingers tightening around the pole for balance.
Rayhan Sinclair
(stood up adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit with a slow, deliberate grace)
No words were spoken. None were needed..
but she knew, she understood.
This was why she was here...
Rayhan Sinclair
(started to go towards the VIP room)
He didn't wait. He didn't beckon.
He simply turned, his tall frame moving with the same lethal ease as a predator retreating to its den.
Girl(side role)
(silently followed his lead with trembling heart)
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she trailed behind him,
Her stomach twisting in a familiar mix of fear and anticipation.
She had danced for countless men, played her part well enough to leave them breathless. But this was different..
Girl(side role)
(entered the VIP room)
Rayhan Sinclair was not a man who watched for entertainment. He watched to own.
Girl(side role)
(closed door behind)
And as the heavy doors of the VIP room closed behind them, she knew—tonight, she was his.
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