The abandoned asylum exuded a Lovecraftian aura: the walls seemed to breathe and shadows wove themselves into impossibly unnatural anatomies.

She realized his extravagant compliments were actually lovebombs meant to win her trust quickly.

She placed the lovebuds in a small glass jar and wrote a wish on each one.

The market stall sold bright loveapples alongside herbs and cheeses.

The community held a gathering where lovechildren shared their stories of growing up.