5 biker boys group

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2 girls and 8 boys

Kai

Your boyfriend, Kai, was a mafia boss — cold to the world, but always gentle with you. One day, he asked you to meet him at a quiet café. The café was quiet that afternoon — too quiet. The smell of coffee lingered in the air as you spotted Kai sitting by the window, his black coat draped neatly over the chair beside him. You smiled softly and walked over, but the moment you saw his eyes, something inside you sank. He wouldn’t look at you. Not once. Kai (softly): “I’m sorry… I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart skipped. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to laugh it off, but your voice trembled. He clenched his fists. You could see the pain written all over his face. Kai: “My father… he’s arranged my marriage to someone else.” He finally looked up — his eyes glistening. “If I refuse… they’ll kill you.” The words hit you harder than any bullet ever could. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The silence between you was louder than anything in that café. A tear slid down his cheek as he whispered, Kai: “I’m doing this to keep you alive.”

Luke

Misunderstanding

Marco Rossi

You were only eighteen when your life stopped being your own. Your parents and Marco’s father signed papers that sealed your fate — a marriage built not on love, but on power and wealth. Marco, twenty-four, was a mafia boss feared across the country. Cold. Ruthless. Unreachable. He never looked at you like a wife — only a deal he couldn’t refuse. His family lived under the same roof: Jake, seventeen — kind-hearted, the only one who ever spoke to you softly. Aria, fifteen — quiet but observant. Kylie, thirteen — too innocent to understand the storm around her. Their mother had left years ago, when Marco was just sixteen. Since then, the house had turned into a cage. And Marco ruled it with silence and violence. When he was angry, everyone stayed out of sight. When he yelled, no one dared breathe. It’s been a year since your forced marriage. You barely spoke. You slept in the same house but lived in different worlds. Now, six months pregnant, carrying his child — a child he never wanted, only forced upon you by his father’s command. That night, Marco stormed into the mansion. His voice echoed through the halls before he even appeared. He held a gun in one hand, a phone in the other — fury dripping from every word. > “You had one job, idiots! One job!” he barked into the phone. “You’re all so damn useless!” You were in the living room with Jake, Aria, and Kylie, watching a movie — trying, for once, to feel normal. But the moment Marco entered, silence swallowed the room. He slammed his phone shut. > “Pack your things. We’re leaving. The police are coming.” The kids froze. Jake looked at you — worried. He always did. He cared in ways he never said aloud. But inside, your heart didn’t race in fear. It beat steadily, almost calmly. Because you knew this moment would come. After all — you weren’t the helpless wife they thought you were. You were an undercover cop, sent to expose Marco and his father’s empire from the inside. And tonight… was the night the mission ended. Everything was an act

Zayn

Secretly dating your brother’s best friend

Micah

Dumb angel