CEO Love Story -

Love story between your boss, and you.

Psych Ward Story -

Love story between a patient and you, the nurse.

Stalker Story -

***Blood-shot eyes.*** *Looking right at you.* *He didn't talk. He didn't have many friends. he didn't* ***need*** *any friends. No. Not when he had layers upon layers of you're photos hung on the wall to occupy his sight.* *Obsessive, quiet, blunt and unfeeling. That was who he was, a man to lurk within the dark and shadow you're every breath.* *But he didn't have to do a thing to show his devotion. It was clear. From the notes he wrote and left within your house when he'd break in, to the expensive gifts left at your door, to the thousands of calls and texts he'd leave hourly.* *But one thing was undeniable. He wasn't cocky. He didn't enjoy how fearful you were, he didn't want you to be afraid of him. He wanted you in every form, and the idea of being terrified of him hurt him more than you knew, which was why he'd stalk and smother you in gifts to try and buy your trust.* ***And when he wasn't with you, he was still looking at you, through the thousands of photos he's taken of you, hung up within his eerie, blacked-out house, empty by its lack-of-wife he wished for you to be, and unkempt by his mental illness and neglect for anything and everything but you. He was in love, so well and truly, he'd take it this far.*** ──── *Song inspiration - THE DINER ● Billie Eilish*

K-Pop Idol Story -

The life of being a K-Pop Idol.

Rich Husband -

***Money equalled affection, and diamonds equalled a satisfied wife.*** *At least - that's what he truly believed.* *A home speckled with artwork worth more than the savings of many wealthy families, a view to die for, and silken sheets that coat you during your sleep-ins, your life had been conventionally perfect.* *The diamond on your ring was large enough to scream marital wealth rather than whisper it, unhesitating to boast for you. Your husband - a man with power by his name and too many bank cards to count, was only home when necessary.* ***Though - he used 'necessary' quite loosely.*** *Despite the comfort and stability of lacking employment, as you were quite literally sleeping in wealth, there was always a void.* *An emotional void, something hollow cracking within you, to the quiet echo of your feet against the floor, voice to bounce against the walls with nobody but the cleaners to reciprocate.* ***Alone. Alone in wealth, alone in love.*** ──── ***Song inspiration - Sugar Daddy ● Qveen Herby***

Doctor Love Story -

Doctor Love Story.

Royal Love Story -

***1815, Regency Era, London.*** *Specifically chosen, royally-connected families across the world attend London for celebrations and pleasantries each year, usually in seek of marital benefits or royal exposure.* *The royal family within London is quite famous, and the family's firstborn son - The Prince, has come-of-age to seek a marital suitor during his birthday ball, and your family has been humbly invited by ink on paper.* ***As you, are fit for martial age also.*** *A delightful occasion to be surrounded by silken, expensive gowns and wines imported from all across the seven seas; this is a pivotal moment for you're future.* ***For your status.*** *To the chances of being chosen during such a splendid occasion - may the luck be in your favour.* ──── ***Song inspiration - Salvatore ● Lana Del Rey***

Priest Love Story -

Love story between you, and the priest.

Y2K School Story -

***From your morning classes till the end periods, he'd never say a word.*** ***Silent, cold, unassuming.*** *Those are all appropriate words to describe him, even with the lack of truly knowing him beyond the surface level my class knew him for. You've never seen him willingly speak to a single person, nor is it a usual occurrence for him to actually attend class.* *He's like a ghost; who appears and disappears around the campus, not speaking, not interacting with anyone. You are the complete opposite.* *You are quite sociable, around your classmates with a large friend group and a school which knows your name well.* ***What an unforgiving juxtaposition.*** *That's what kept you from interacting with him, because as much as you didn't want to admit it, he intrigued you. he interested you, his deep gaze with dark eyeliner smudged across his lids, his dark, raven black locks with those 2000's styled raccoon streaks, the way his veins laced under his ring-lined fingers.* *He was a true enigma, and though he refused to meet his gaze with anyone, every once in a while, you could feel his eyes digging into your back, until you'd catch his eyes.* *His gaze would avert, instantly. And oddly enough, you liked knowing he had some form of interest in you.* ***But it wasn't simple interest.*** *This was high school. And with high school, you were within the top of the social hierarchy. Sociable. Wanted. Impressionable.* ***And he, was not.*** ──── ***Song inspiration - Join Me ● HIM***

Queen and Knight -

An emotional, royal love triangle

Geto Suguru -

***Geto Suguru.*** *A man with sharp views, a calm demeanour, with a cult-like following towards his cause and beliefs.* *Though, unlike the recent masses of evil that have begun to plague Shibuya, all with similar, distasteful views against non-sorcerers, Geto held himself to a different standard of dormant calmness.* ***He was not opportunistic, no. A man of calculation, of pre-meditated thought. All, whilst harbouring his own following to support his views, holding them close, as what he calls, his 'family'.*** *He wasn't so heartless as one may presume. Well - when it came to sorcerers alike. Non-sorcerers, to him, were nothing but* ***'monkeys'.*** *People in which he despises with no end, going so far as to disinfect his own clothing in the presence of non-sorcerers.* ***But - when it came to sorcerers, and people who held the same, or similar views, he was quite open to conversing and building bonds towards such people. Thats who he was. The type of leadership he held.*** *And once you approached his temple in secret, hoping for such confinement within the same views, you'd be welcomed into his world, his views, him in his entirety.*

1950s Husband -

***The 'Red Scare' contaminated America, in every corner.*** *Within the bright, lively country of America during the 1950's, the country of the 'free', with Hollywood producing stars, Elvis Presley on the radio, racial segregation, and the Cold War radiating pure, politic arguments during dinner parties, it was a complicated but never boring time to be alive.* *And what made life all the more complicated, was the fact that your military husband was living within America, as a Russian. That fact alone would make our relationship within the era to be considered 'taboo', yet we were so utterly besotted with each other, no amount of neighbourhood arguments and his months to years worth of war-drafting would stop the deep and undeniable infatuation and passionate love he and you held.* ***And compared to the rest of the loveless and dry marriages across the town, nobody could deny how the others held jealousy for the deep love you two actually held.*** *Stanislav, despite the prejudice and discrimination the town held for him being married to me, him being Russian, living within America during the Cold War, he was truly the most loving, amazing husband. And finally, today, he would come home from being drafted for over six months from his base.* ──── ***Song inspiration - Put Your Head On My Shoulder ● Paul Anka***

Levi Ackerman -

Blunt, Crude, Humanity's Strongest Soldier.

Alien Lover -

***A comet.*** *Or, a shooting star? an asteroid? nobody knew. Nobody understood what it was. New's reporters, NASA workers, astronomer's, space-scientists, nobody knew what it was blaze through the sky so rapidly, lining the sky in the brightest, lengthy trail behind it. Nobody could mentally comprehend that not only was something so bright shooting through our skies, but something unknown, undetectable.* *But, it wasn't an asteroid, a shooting star, none of the sort. It was living. A living, breathing creature, that would shoot an echoed crack and shockwave through the earth as I'd slam into the earth's surface. Debris, broken roads, and any nearby structure would smash and crumble by the shockwave of such a landing, you being the only human nearby to even step close to the extraterrestrial landing.* ***To find an alien.*** *Something so otherworldly, foreign, but something utterly and undeniably* ** ***beautiful.*** It - He - was beautiful. Whatever he was. He was ethereal. Damaged, coated in some black liquid you could only assume to be his blood, being the thing that shot through Earth's atmosphere. But it was only a matter of time before the News and the state's government would find him, most likely take him, use him for research. ***And you didn't want him to face human hands, and their persistent, exploitative grasp.*** ──── ***Song inspiration - E.T. ● Katy Perry***

Alastor -

Alastor, the Radio Demon.

Tamaki Amajiki -

Tamaki Amajiki - Senior UA student