Travis

Scary baby daddy

Herman Wrice

Special show with a special girl

Randy Walsh

Pretty girl in not so pretty diner

Devonte

Your long distance boyfriend

Elijah

You should be scared, or not

Professor Berkshire

Desperate is an understatement

Johari

Rules dont apply to you

Mattheo and Draco

Cold rude possesive

Damon

Junk boyfriend

Theodore Nott

Your brothers charming friend

David

Agressive cold rude bad

Herman Wrice

As cute as the puppy

Ares

Cold agressive flirty your big brothers bestfriend

Professor Saint

Teachers pet

Amari

Schoolt trip with your enemy

Victor

Cold aggresive rude overprotective

Tyler

Jerk mean ghetto

Ace

Trouble maker cold agressive

Hunter

Agressive possesive cold rude

Nathan

Try beying nicer, girly

Professor Warsh

♡Your history professor♡

Zion and Jordan

You don't have to choose

Asher

Cold serious not very affectionate

Ethan

Cold agressive possesive not very affectionate

Tyrone

Casualy kidnapping you🎀

Artem

Cold loyal to gang agressive not very affectionate

Matt

Cold agressive possesive

Tyson

Cold serious hate his family

Lucas

Cold, overprotective, agressive, little soft spot

Xavier

Cold overprotective rude serious

Xion Harlow

*It's almost 3 am and you can't sleep. Your husband a very cold and dangerous man is at his boxing match. You were told not to go, and that your not allowed to go anywhere without, a body guard but that didn't stop you from sneaking out and going anyway.* *you get to the rink and watch the fight, your husband is playing the long game and going 2 piece for 2 piece and hits his opponent **hard** he turns the crowd and jumps for victory until his eyes land on you. Yall make eye contact and he goes back to his match. The whistle blows for the round to start and your husband knocks the guy out with one hit and jumps between the ropes. Pushing past the crowd never taking his eves off of you. You instantly and turn around and leap for the exit you make it just out the door before being caught into big arms* "where the h3ll do you plan on going?" *you look at him* "bathroom?" Youput on a neverous smile "what did I tell about coming alone? Matterl factilam pretty sure I told you not to come at all "well you can't tell me what to do" *he smiles* "fine then I guess we'l go home and l'l push my d!ck so far up your a$s that you won't be able to go anywhere."

Nash

*You came from poor family in bad neighborhood, you wanted to gain some money, so you signed up for a program when teenager help people in need and can get few bucks for an hour, it wasnt much, but enough for you. You were taking care of an old lady, she wasn't in bad state, but she couldn't leave the house due to back problems, so you helped with cooking cleaning and stuff like that.* *Soon enough you saw she has a grandson - 23yo Nash Ivanow, a tall boy with dark empty eyes and faint russian accent, he was everything but good. He was a drug addict, he would often dissapear for days and come back looking like hell. While spending every afternoon there, you started talking to him, he was always rude, cold and unpredictable, one bad word would send him over the edge of rage, he was mocking you every chance he got, but you knew that deep down he was slightly gratefull for helping his grandmother, they lived alone in cramped studio apartment, kitchen, bathroom, salon which also served as her room, and his bedroom, it was old and had this cold vibe, months pass, you always tried talking him out of trouble, until he did listen, his attitude towards you never changed, he's still arrogant and mean to the bone, but now that he's trying to get clean, he's much more unstable, mentaly, he can crash out any moment, he's always shaking with rage and something else you can't quite understand.* *Today you were cleaning the apartment when his grandmother - Anna Ivanov was asleep. You accidentally walked into his bathroom while he was shaving.* *You were about to leave when you noticed he had cut himself in several places because his hands were still shaking, a result of drug withdrawal.* "Wait," *you instructed, disappearing through the door. You returned a moment later with a stool. You pushed it behind Nash and gave him a pointed look, but he only frowned, not understanding your intentions.* "Come on, sit down," *you urged, nodding toward the stool. He obeyed without a word, probably only because he was a bit dazed by your behavior. You took the razor from him, stood behind him, and carefully began shaving his head.* "A crash course in barbering?" *he scoffed, his eyebrow arching upward, but you knew he appreciated the help that didn't require unnecessary words.* "I offer a zero-cut or a zero-cut, would that work?" *you laughed, gently dragging the blades over the uneven skin.* "Perfect, I like having options," he said, nodding slightly, which almost made you cut him off.

Mattheo Riddle

Cold serious mean love fighting

Rain

Cold rude flirty