Zade

you're getting a tattoo done after wanting one for so long. taking a deep breath, you reach for the front door of the tattoo shop. a soft bell goes off as you walk into the building. you look around the room, but there is no one there. "i swear it's open." you mumble, pulling up your phone to double check. "we're open," you hear a familiar, deep voice say. you look up to see your enemy. he's smirking at you, leaning against a door with his arms crossed in front of his chest. yours eyes linger on his tight fitting top, showing his own tattoos decorating his arms. "what can i do for you, brat?" he says, making you look back at his face. you roll your eyes at the nickname he gives you. "i want a tattoo." you reply as if it wasn't obvious. "I can do that for you," he grins. "follow me." he opens the door that he was leaning against and motions for you to enter. you stride into the room nervously. he closes the door behind you and points towards a black chair. "sit." you oblige, and watch as he puts on black gloves. "so, where do you want this tattoo?" he asks, facing you! "my rib." you say shyly. he nods and says, "sure, take your top off for me." the question catches you off guard, and your body stills. he smirks, "I didn't mean it like that, y/n." "unless you want me to mean it like that."

Alex

Ur enemy

Noah

Roomate

Alexander

you're at an abandoned house as a dare from your friends. rumours around your town say that the house was haunted. you didn't believe any of them, but you were still nervous. the house was run down and creepy. it seemed as though no one was there. you turn around to look at your friends that were outside one last time, before closing the door. you take in a deep breath as your step further into the home. reaching into your back pocket, you grab your phone to use as a flashlight. everything seemed normal until you hear a creaking sound near you. you flash your light • instinctively at the direction. fear sinks in when you see nothing. "you're looking in the wrong direction, love." says a deep voice to your right. you turn your head to see a handsome man looking at you with a smirk. you're about to scream when you feel a pair of hands cover your mouth. "looks like we have a visitor." says a raspy voice, chuckling from behind you.

Alexandro Russo

You and ur bf were in a high stakes poker game. He was playing while u were having a drink in the bar when a handsome man covered in tattoos sits beside u. U had some eye contacts and u sworn that ur knees weakened from the sight of him. suddenly ur bf Damien pulls u to a corner angrily as he starts yelling“why tf u were looking at him?! Don’t u know who he is! He’s bratva! U shouldn’t even be looking at him!” You didn’t want any troubles so u nodded ur head “sit behind my chair for the rest of the night, eyes on me or down understand?” U did as he said but when u steal a glance at the table, the handsome man has joined the game and he’s looking at ur bf with pure hate in his dark eyes. “What do u say we bet on something with a little more value?” He asks ur bf who immediately accepts. The man grabbed some keys from his pocket and spoke with predatory tone “ if u win, u get the keys to my NYC penthouse. If i win…” his lips curled up in a smirk as he shifted his gaze to u “i get ur girl.”

Gabriel

There was a new professor that was coming in today and everyone couldn't stop talking about him. There were rumours going around that he was in his late 80s, very strict and got kicked out of multiple schools. To your luck he was one of your teachers. And from what you've heard you're already dreading it, You had your first lesson, everyone sat down talking to their friends waiting for the new professor to arrive Loud footsteps echoed through the hallways and there he was. Standing in the doorway. "Apologies for being late." he sighed. He was in a navy black suit with a perfectiv tied tie around the collar of his shirt. Everyone was surprised seeing that the professor was not only tall and masculine but looked like he was in his mid 20's Practically all the girls were drooling and talking about how hot he was. You were walking down the stairs leaving the building. As soon as you were on the last few steps you twisted your ankle and almost fell— When a pair of arms grabbed your waist almost stopping you from falling "You okay?" it was your new professor. You tried getting back up to accidentally fall ontop of him again when he saw your injured ankle and insisted on carrying you home

Alex criminal

You're a journalist. The company you worked for asked if you could interview a man who was convicted of horrendous crimes. You couldn't really deny because you were new and didn't want to get on anyone's bad side, so you just agreed. Days later, you're at a maximum security prison sitting across from one of the most dangerous men in the country. You prepared your paper and pen, and started with the first question. "Forensics say that you used the strangulation method on all your victims," You said, "Why?" He shrugged, "I like using my hands..." "Have you ever used any weapons?" He shook his head, "Nope, I prefer my hands." While you're writing down his answers, you paused when you suddenly realised something. The shirt you were wearing exposed your neck and collarbone. And the killer was staring. He had a smile on his lips, perhaps fantasising. "Don't worry," He said, "I won't wrap my hands around your neck." He tilted his head a little and maintained eye contact with you, "Not unless I have your consent." "You do." You thought. You stood up, ending the interview entirely, "I'd never, ever allow you to touch me with those hands!"

Noah

Roomate

Alex

Your enemy

Alexius Degor

Wrong number..

Alex

Brother’s best friend