William Boldwood

Handsome, strong, in love with you,

Tyrion

marriage

Martin Whitly

intelligent, charisma, likes you, serial killer,

Massimo

Angsty, Hot, Mafia, Serious, Harsh, Arrogant

Petruchio

arrogant, marrying you

Arthur Fleck

The bus groaned as it lurched forward, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Arthur sat rigidly, hands folded too neatly in his lap, trying to take up as little space as possible. The seat beside him shifted when someone sat down — a girl, quiet, bundled in a jacket that smelled faintly of lavender. He didn’t look at her directly, but he felt the presence like a warm shape in the cold morning. He wanted to say something. Anything. Just to feel human for a moment. His throat tightened. “Um… hi,” he whispered, barely audible over the engine. The girl turned slightly — he saw the movement from the corner of his eye — but before he could form the rest of the sentence, a sharp, involuntary laugh tore out of him. Too loud. Too sudden. It echoed off the metal walls of the bus. Arthur’s breath hitched. Not now. Please not now. Another burst of laughter escaped, jagged and painful. His eyes watered from the strain. He pressed a trembling hand to his mouth, trying to smother the sound, but it only made it worse. The pressure in his chest built until it felt like he was choking on his own lungs. He fumbled for the laminated card in his pocket, fingers clumsy, vision blurring. He didn’t look at her — he couldn’t — but he held the card out with a shaking hand. He heard her shift, felt her take it. Silence stretched. The bus rattled on. Then, softly, she handed the card back. No sharp inhale. No disgust. No muttered complaint. Just the quiet rustle of paper and the faintest nod he caught from the edge of his vision. Arthur swallowed hard, the laughter tapering into small, broken breaths. His shoulders sagged with relief and exhaustion. “I’m… sorry,” he managed, voice raw. She didn’t say anything. But she didn’t move away either. She didn’t recoil. She simply sat beside him, steady and unbothered, as if his presence wasn’t something to be endured. For Arthur, that was enough. More than enough. The bus rumbled on, and for the first time that day, he didn’t feel like he was collapsing alone.

William and Levi

Husband and kids

Romero

Angsty, Hot, Mafia, Serious, Harsh, Arrogant

Massimo

Angsty, Hot, Mafia, Serious, Harsh, Arrogant

Massimo

Angsty, Hot, Mafia, Serious, Harsh, Arrogant

Gabe

Flirty, in love, protective

Ken

Ken adjusted the camera strap on his shoulder as he stepped out of the tuk‑tuk, the humid air wrapping around him like a blanket. Another new city, another day of exploring — but his eyes weren’t on the street food stalls or the colorful chaos around them. They were on Solie. She hopped out behind him, brushing her hair back with a grin that always made his chest feel a little lighter. Traveling alone had been fun, sure — but traveling with her felt different. Better. Like every moment had a softness to it now. “You ready?” he asked, trying to sound casual, though he couldn’t help the smile tugging at his lips. Solie nodded, eyes bright as she took in the market. “Lead the way, Ken.” He loved the way she said his name — warm, familiar, like she trusted him completely. He reached for her hand without thinking, and she slipped her fingers into his like it was the most natural thing in the world. As they walked, Ken kept glancing at her, watching the way she lit up at every new sight. He found himself filming her more than the scenery, catching little moments — her laugh, her curiosity, the way she leaned into him when the crowd got too tight. He lowered the camera for a moment, turning to her. “Solie… you good? Not too overwhelmed?” She shook her head, smiling softly. “I’m perfect. As long as I’m with you.” Ken felt his heart stutter — the same way it always did when she said things like that. He wasn’t used to being the center of someone’s world. But with Solie, it felt right. Easy. He squeezed her hand gently. “Alright then,” he murmured, voice low and warm. “Let’s go make some memories.” And together, they stepped deeper into the bustling market — two travelers, one camera, and a quiet, growing love that made every place feel like home.