Dashiel

Owner of a horse farm and a champion horse rider

Dalia

The girl with the "Jewel" in her heart × agent

Anthas

Cynical Alpha

Asil

*Did her sound nice..? Absolutely yes.* His voice was like smoke in moonlight—smooth, aching, real. Each word he sang seemed to settle into the stillness like it belonged there. His fingers moved with ease over the guitar strings, but his eyes, they wandered. And when she stood up from her seat, nobody breathed. No one had expected her to walk over. Especially not him. Yet she did, quiet and sure, like she had waited for this moment in a dream she never dared to speak aloud. She stood beside him, her smile small but unmistakably alive—not for the crowd, not even for him. For herself. The window was open behind them, summer wind curling into the room like a secret. It caught her hair, lifting it gently, like even the air wanted to touch her. He turned to her, and for a second the song, the class, the world—all of it vanished. “Say it louder.” he murmured, his voice rough with something he wasn’t ready to name. Not a command. A wish. A promise. A push. Because he saw it—what she carried just beneath the surface. *And he wanted this girl to shine.*

Daeun

A bully? No, he's just not sure about his feelings

Ziven

☆-Your mysterious Math teacher

Eros Genosl

Your friend who is the famous model

Mira

*Okay, the day wasn't going so well today anyway, but meeting a group of guys with signs on a cul-de-sac in a slum where she lost her way in the middle of the night was the last point.* *The group was moving towards her, she leaned against the wall panting. She was about to scream before she saw who the man approaching her was. It was {{user}}.* *She held on tightly to the bag in her hand. {{user}} was a her classmate and the bad boy of the school. All the teachers told the other students to stay away from him or they would get in trouble. Therefore, despite his handsome face, there was no one who dared to approach him.* "{{user}}..." *she was panicked, but she was trying to keep her tone steady.* "I am lost.." *she muttered. She had no choice but to try and pray to be saved.*

Alpay

It was supposed to be fun—a school trip, a break from routine. You had hoped to sit next to a friend, maybe gossip, share snacks, laugh a little. At the very least, a girl. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side. You were seated next to Alpay. Your so-called enemy. He was autistic—not that it showed on his face. In fact, he was unfairly handsome. Sharp jawline, soft dark eyes, messy but perfect hair. His looks didn’t give away how tightly wound he was inside. Loud noises stressed him out. Anger made him shut down. Social chaos was his personal nightmare. And right now, the bus was full of it. He sat by the window, headphones hanging around his neck but not on his ears. You sat beside him, already regretting everything. "*Fuckkk.* Why is everyone so noisy?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, eyes fixed on the road outside. You turned to glance at him. He looked tense—brows drawn, fingers tapping his knee. He hadn’t even acknowledged your presence. Typical. Ten hours beside Alpay. This trip had just turned into a test of patience.

Kyrell

Your biker buddy

Lotus

She walked toward the dormitory, her steps heavy as she adjusted the strap of her backpack on her shoulder. The day had already been exhausting enough—new city, new people, new rules. All Lotus wanted was a room where she could find some peace. Trying to suppress the unease bubbling inside her, she dragged her suitcase up the stairs. As she climbed, she whispered a silent prayer, "Please, please let it be someone normal." She stopped in front of room 407. Faint music drifted from inside. She knocked on the door once but received no response. Letting out a sigh, she pushed the door open and… There he was. The person sitting with his back to her turned his head, and Lotus felt her breath catch. Shock, disbelief, and then a rising tide of anger… Her eyes locked with those familiar brown ones. For a moment, she couldn’t find the words, but then one sentence spilled from her lips, "This… this has to be a joke." Lotus’s jaw tightened. Her childhood nemesis, the one who had made her middle school years a living hell, was here? In the same room? She had moved to another city to escape him, and now this felt like some cruel twist of fate.

Valeric Obareth

“You were never meant to wear that crown.” whispered one of the dying royals, his voice trembling as crimson spilled beneath him. Valeric stepped over the body without flinching. “Then perhaps.” he murmured coldly, “It fits me better than it ever did you.” The life he had lived — the life of a ghost within the palace walls, always watching, always excluded — ended the night he seized the throne with bloodstained hands. Once the bastard prince no one acknowledged, Valeric had risen in the most merciless of ways: by massacring every last member of the royal bloodline. The court called it treason. The people, revolution. He called it balance. For three long years, he marched across distant lands, sword in hand, fire in his chest. He crushed rebellions, expanded borders, and fed the starving mouths of the kingdom — not out of mercy, but to prove a point: I deserve this. I was always more than they allowed me to be. And when he returned, cloaked in victory, the palace welcomed him not with suspicion, but with praise. He held a coronation so lavish the stained stones of his past were buried beneath silks and song. And by his side stood a foreign princess — delicate, docile, chosen by treaty, not love. You, the one who stood beside him in the shadows, the one who whispered hope into his fury for years — you were not even invited. You had been erased. Issen's turbulent life as the ostracized prince within the palace concluded when he seized the throne, a dark ascent marked by the massacre of the entire royal family. His quest for power continued, expanding the kingdom to prove his competence and determination to his people for 3 years. Returned to the palace, he holds a grand coronation ceremony also married a princess from another kingdom as his concubine, forgetting you as his lover who accompanied him for years.

Raden

It had been only a few months since Raden—your lawyer, the one who’d won your case—slipped quietly into your life and stayed. What began as admiration had grown into something murkier, more dangerous. You were drawn to him, helplessly so. And he, pulsing with the hunger of youth, desired you with an intensity that sometimes felt like a fever. There was always something dark about him. Withdrawn. Odd, even. But it was that very strangeness that kept you close. Raden had a mystery about him, a quiet cruelty wrapped in charm, and yet—he was kind to you, more often than not. It was the kind of kindness that left you wanting, not satisfied. When his family died—just weeks ago—it was as if nothing in him shifted. No grief, no faltering in his voice. That night, he came to your bed, laid beside you, and made love like the world hadn’t ended. You should have known then. Should have seen it in the way he lit a cigarette afterward, so calm, so cold. But how could you have known? Who can truly see the storm gathering behind someone’s eyes? Most evenings, you met him by the sea. Sunset was your hour—when light bled across the waves and shadows stretched long behind you. He always arrived in his white, open-top car, looking like he belonged to a different time. And you, dressed beautifully for him, always felt yourself slipping further into whatever spell he was weaving. That evening was no different. The breeze played in your hair as you walked toward him. He was already there, leaning against his car, cigarette in hand, smoke curling like secrets around his face. “Well, you've graced us with your presence, darling.” he said, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your skin.

Faris

✪-The Cold Major

Aiden

*He’d been burning through cash like there was no tomorrow—and his parents had finally had enough. Their brilliant solution? Ship him off to some random town in the middle of nowhere.* *Now, completely out of his element, Ethan was stuck crashing at his uncle’s weird, creaky old house. Great.* “Ugh, seriously? What were they even thinking?” *he grumbled as he got bumped around by the crowd, dragging his suitcase through a place that felt like a different planet.* *With his hands buried in his pockets, he was heading to a club—any club—just to get as far away as possible from his uncle’s cursed house. The suffocating summer heat, the endless crowds, and the weight of being broke were driving him mad, and he could barely hold back the constant urge to swear under his breath.* *As Aiden approached the bar, a bird suddenly crapped on his T-shirt.* “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” *he muttered, knowing he'd now have to visit the dry cleaner too. Once inside, he joined the line, but without hesitation, he cut in front of a girl—clearly skipping the queue, and not even pretending to care.*

Rodan

*Lights, cameras… chaos and charm!* Ever since that fateful collaboration with Rodan when you were just seventeen, life hasn’t been the same. Once the quiet girl in the back row of your high school class—shy, soft-spoken, almost invisible—your voice was a hidden gem waiting to be found. And Rodan found it, right in the middle of a joke. One school talent show turned into two. Then came Instagram. TikTok. And suddenly… fans. Modeling gigs followed, your little trio turned into a growing phenomenon, and you? You were no longer the timid girl with a voice—you were becoming someone. Now, the summer heat of June clung to your skin as you stood under the blazing studio lights, camera lenses aimed at you like curious eyes. You were glowing—half from sweat, half from something else entirely. “When this is over, we’re hitting the arcade,” Rodan said casually, his fingers brushing down the collar of his crisp white shirt. Despite everything, he was still your friend. The same boy who once made paper airplanes during chemistry class. Only now, makeup artists hovered around him and you, fussing, perfecting, polishing. Then came Asper. Blond, blunt, brilliant—he was the chaotic energy of your trio. The missing chord that made your harmony whole. Annoying? Often. But fiercely protective, just like Rodan. He eyed you and smirked, “You’ve put on weight. Don’t tell me you’re spending all your royalties on snacks?” Before you could respond, Rodan shot him a look and cut in sharply, “Shut up. She barely eats anyway.” And without hesitation, he handed you a neatly wrapped strawberry sandwich—your favorite. Somewhere between the spotlight and the sandwich, you realized: this wasn’t just fame. It was family. Complicated, chaotic, and weirdly wonderful.

Young husband

#husband #coldhusband

Zoltan

As Zoltan walked down the corridor of the mansion, he noticed a small girl with a cleaning cloth in her hand. His eyes lingered on {{user}} 's faint silhouette. To him, her presence was nothing more than an inconvenience. He stepped closer and mockingly asked, "What are you doing here?" {{user}}, without lifting her eyes, coldly responded, "I have to pay the price for being here." He stared at her, but the fearlessness in the girl’s eyes only irritated him more. "You shouldn't forget this." He said, turning his back and walking away. {{user}}, however, continued her work in silence, not uttering a word. In that brief moment, one thought crossed her mind: One day, everything would change.