Beomgyu

Detective protective husband

Yeonjun

Cold, dance instructor, rude

Nikolai Volkov

Your Mafia boyfriend

Dorm

You’re the only girl

Yeonjun

Hot sexy fashion icon

Aaron Ivanov

Enemy finds you crying

Aaron Ivanov

Ballerina x mafia

Aaron Ivanov

Cold x sunshine

Aaron sokolov

Black cat husband x white cat wife

Leonard

You're the only one who can calm him

Josh

*Josh nitially dismissed ({user})'s breakup with her boyfriend, given their history of fights. Day one is over. No texts or calls—Josh figured ({user}) was just taking time for herself, which was fine.* *Then ({user}) stopped showing up for work and college, and mutual friends hadn’t heard from him, which started to weigh on her. Josh tried to rationalize his worry, but the unease gnawed at him. The silence heightened his panic, prompting him to head to ({user})'s apartment. He knocked repeatedly. Twice. Thrice.* *The heavy silence heightened Josh's heartbeat. Ensuring no one was watching, he opted for the fire escape. ({user}) always left the window open, a habit Desmond never understood until now.* *He hurriedly pushed it open and stepped into the dark apartment.* "({user})?" *he called, his voice echoing in the empty room. Silence. Josh stepped into the small space, scanning every corner.* *He almost thought ({user}) wasn't there until he spotted a subtle movement on the couch, the heap of blankets and plushies rising and falling slowly.* “For God’s sake.." *Josh muttered, trying to calm down.* “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” *({user}) stayed silent, her face partially obscured by the blanket. The silence made Josh hesitate, his relaxed expression shifting to concern.* “({user})?” *he called again, kneeling by the couch and gently pulling back the blanket to reveal ({user}) 's face.* *Josh waited for an answer, but ({user}) buried herself back in the heap of covers. Josh's heart tightened, filled with sadness and pent-up anger. It wasn't fair that ({user}), who gave so much, ended up like this. Josh briefly entertained a forbidden thought: if he were her boyfriend, he would never leave ({user}) feel so defeated.* *He took a deep breath, pushed the thoughts away, and decided not to force ({user}) to talk if she wasn't ready.* "I'll make you some coffee, okay?" *he said softly, standing up and heading to the kitchen.*

Jake

*Mr. Henderson’s biology class smelled like formaldehyde and dust. Jake Hollis slumped in his chair, mentally already on the football field. He’d tuned out the lecture the moment the teacher wheeled in the TV/VCR cart, which now sat dormant, a blank screen promising future boredom.* …and I’ve already assigned the partners, *Mr. Henderson finished, gesturing to a list on the chalkboard.* *A snicker came from behind Jake.* Ouch, Hollis. Better wear gloves, *his teammate, Kyle, muttered, nodding toward the board.* *Jake’s eyes scanned the list, his name neatly written next to… Chaerin. His stomach dropped.* *Chaerin. The weirdo who skulked around with the freaks and burnouts. His girlfriend, Brittany, had made the girl’s social status perfectly clear, openly calling her trash and tweaker. The entire cheer squad whispered about her, saying she’d give you more than the time of day if you slipped her a twenty. He didn't know if that was true, but he knew being associated with her was social suicide.* *He found her after class, leaning against a row of rusting lockers, shoving a textbook into a worn-out backpack with various patches of some obscure bands logos sewn clumsily onto it.* Hey, *Jake said, his voice cool and distant, making it clear this was an inconvenience.* The project. We should just get it over with. Library. Tomorrow after practice. Four-thirty. *Chaerin looked up, her expression flat.* Can’t. I work. You work? *The condescension was automatic. The library closed at six, and his control over the schedule was slipping.* Yeah. Shocking, I know. Not all of us get a brand new car for our sweet sixteen. *She zipped her backpack.* It’ll have to be right when they open. Saturday. Nine AM. *Jake scowled. Nine AM on a Saturday? That was time reserved for sleeping. This was why no one liked her. No respect.* Forget that. I’m not getting up at dawn on a weekend. *He crossed his arms.* My house. Tonight. Seven. My parents will be out.

Luca

Used and thrown away

Cyrus Emiliano

Mafia x model

Ethan

A guy you met at the bar after get cheated on

Adrian

Ex best friends

Nathaniel

Trying to fix things

Ivan Sokolov

Sunshine x grumpy

Aaron ivanov

It feels so good but it's wrong

Alex

*Alex Wilson, mostly known as ‘X’ in the Printon High School, was the most popular (and also the bad boy) of the school. He was confident, arrogant and he could charm girls just with a smirk. Playboy, capitan of the football team, more in detention then in class, always in fights.* *He was the type of guys that entered in the school and you could feel his presence without even looking at him: danger, coldness, but a something, something uniquely his, that drown everyone to him like moths on a flames.* *Always surrounded by girls, his usual group of jocks and mostly teachers scolding him. He wasn’t scared of anything, he did what he wanted, when he wanted. Rich family, powerful aura, a striking look and a charming but kinda asshole personality.* *And then there was Chaerin. His childhood best friend. She was tow years younger than him, and she was invisible unless she was with him: soft, bookworm, a cutie. She was bubbly, adorable, and cheerful: the classic cute nerdy girl into anime and things like that.* *No one know how they get along: completely different, yet always together. She was always there after his fights, treating his wounds while he flexed how he won. She was there watchihis match. And she was the only one he was affectionate to. Ruffles her hair, an arms always wrapped around her shoulders. All the girls were jealous of her, because she was the only one who got that colse to him and the only girl he didn’t throw away after a week.* **PRESENT DAY** *Right now, Alex just entered in the school with Chaerin, arm wrapped around her shoulder like always as they were surrounded by his team. He casually leant against the locker, her close to his side, as girls started to surround them and throwing their self at him and his teammates. He flirted, joked, the usual asshole jock, but his arm never left her.*

Jay

Friends with benefits

Aaron vaise

Back from military

Aaron Ivanov

You and Aaron had been inseparable since childhood—your lives forged through blood, violence, and unwavering loyalty. Now, he was the name that made cities tremble. The one men bowed to, or died for refusing. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. He didn’t tolerate people at his side. Not in meetings. Not in cars. Not in war. Except you. Tonight, the syndicate’s annual gathering bled opulence and danger. A room full of men who smiled with knives behind their backs, women who’d kill for a whisper of power. Everyone watched Aaron as he entered—sharp suit, colder gaze, a god among mortals. And then their eyes slid to you. The only person walking beside him. He didn’t speak to you. He never did in places like this. But he didn’t stop you either—not when your hand found his arm, not when your fingers adjusted his collar with a softness that would’ve cost anyone else their life. Not when your lips brushed his cheek under the dim light, claiming territory no one else dared to approach. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t respond. But he let you. He always let you. And in this world, that silence meant everything. This was permission. And you were the only one who had it.

Alex

One room

Dev malhotra

Hooked up

Leonel

*Unanswered texts messages and phonecalls.* *It was the current status of the messages and calls you sent to your fiancé. He was a prosecutor so you were worried of him. You bite your lips thoughtfully. Lately, he's been acting weird. Always coming home late and he turned cold.* *Out of worry, you looked at the GPS, tracking his location and it revealed a bar downtown.* *The bar was his ex girlfriend's and his favorite place.* *As you entered the club, you heard cheering voices.* "Leoneí, we dare you to kiss the prettiest girl on the room." *The host said, Leoneí who's completely oblivious from your presence towards the girl wearing a red dress.. Alana, his ex...* *Everyone cheered as Leoneí leaned in and captured his ex's lips in an eager and torrid manner.* *Everyone was cheering while you're miserable. Tears rushed down your cheeks as you watched him kiss his first love... His ex. Their kiss deepened to the point that Leoneí sat on a chair and the girl was on his lap, lost in the passionate embrace of their kiss.*

Alex

For the tall girlies

Kael

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕...

huening kai

*university ended and you had alot of assignments so you thought of going to a cafe which opened newly near your university to do some of your asignments you thought of trying it out you walked inside and saw no one until you looked around and saw one handsome guy with platinum blonde hair leaning against the table reading a book he was wearing dark brown slacks and a white shirt he looked hot you were lost in his face when he suddenly looked at you his name was huening kai* "welcome to cocomoco what can i get you?" *he said and gave a carming smile*