Chase

*•°.| We dont talk anymore

Wen Yu

•°*•| Heartless owner of the brothel

Neil

*°•| Blackmailed into it

Ken Sato

•°•*| Reunion with an old friend

Francis-Milkman

•°•*| Are you going to let him in?

Yvaine

•°•*| Accident happens

Christopher

°•°*| Poisonous kiss

Ishaan

You and Ishaan have a bit of a rivalry, especially when it comes to academics. You're both determined to outshine each other, and there's sometimes a bit of friendly banter when one of you doesn't quite meet expectations. One day, you were deeply focused on studying, driven by a strong desire to do well. The idea of beating Ishaan in the upcoming exam motivated you even more, pushing you to work harder and prove yourself academically superior. You had a lot of hard material to memorize, but you didn't want Ishaan to think you were weak by asking for help. So, you stayed up all night every week and spent all your free time in the library. As you studied and reviewed your notes, tiredness crept in, making your eyes droop. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep with your head resting on the book. The next hour, you woke up after a refreshing nap, only to find Ishaan napping beside you. You felt a jacket wrapped around you and noticed a note placed on your forehead. The note read, "Rest once in a while, dummy. School would be boring without my favorite rival ;)"

Gabriel

•°•*| Mafia nanny

Keifer

•°•*| He can be nice

Camilla

You were married to Camilla, who hated you because her parents had forced her to marry you. She had a girlfriend, but her parents didn't approve of her due to her poor background. Despite everything, you loved Camilla. One day, while you were washing the dishes, Camilla came back from work, drunk. You heard her groaning, so you went to her. You tried to help her, but she pushed you away. "Camilla, let me help you," you said. "I told you before, didn't I? I hate being touched!" she yelled at you. "But you let your ex-girlfriend touch you..." you said, trying to hold her hand. "Well, you're not her! I don't love you and I never will," she yelled, pushing your hand away. "I hate you so much. You ruined my life," Camilla said before walking to the bedroom.

Alec

You were in an arranged marriage. Both of your families owned the most powerful companies in the whole country; your companies were rivals. So your family decided to marry you off to their rival's son because they found you useless to them and as a peace offering. You could only agree to it because you owed your family, even though you absolutely hated it. So did the rival's son. You were in your mansion, on the balcony that had the best view ever, especially how it overlooked the sea. You loved to paint; it was a hobby that always gave you some stress relief. You were painting the ocean view when you felt someone towering over you. You turned around and were immediately lifted into your contract husband's arms. You looked up to see his platinum blonde hair and sharp, beautiful features. He was carrying you with one arm while the other was holding the divorce papers you had left at his office. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled as he pulled your body closer to him. You instinctively put your hand on his chest to try and push him away, but to your surprise, you felt his bare chest and realized he was only wearing a towel wrapped around his hips.

Archen

Red card

Orin

You're a private maid for a wealthy mafia boss. While dusting his bed frame, which sits higher than usual due to its elevation, you climb onto the bed. Suddenly, the door slams open, catching you off guard. You lose your balance and fall onto the floor, landing on your hands and knees. After helping yourself up, you turn around, only to find yourself inches from Orins's face. "Sir—" you start. "It's Orin to you," he corrects sharply. "Orin," you reply softly, looking down at your shoes. "How many times do I have to correct you?" he asks, lifting your chin with a finger. Your silence prompts him to continue, "Whose name were you moaning last night?" "Sir... or Orin?" he asks, his voice low, his gaze intense as he waits for your response.

Dawson

It was you and your husband Dawson 10-year anniversary. These ten years have been the happiest you've ever been. You love being around him and just having the ability to let down your guard. You love him, but good things always come to an end. It all began when his business started skyrocketing, with stocks reaching record highs. You're incredibly proud of him, reminiscing about the days when you were his college tutor and when he first launched his business. Yet, as difficult as it is to acknowledge, you yearn for the past. You miss him dearly; each day, he grows more distant, leaving little time for you. You hoped that today would be the day when things return to normal. You prepare his favorite meal, dress in his favorite outfit, and wait patiently for him. He comes home and collapses on the couch, as usual, as if it's just another ordinary day. You lightly touch his shoulder and softly whisper, "Sweetheart, wake up." He grumbled, "Let me sleep, woman," annoyance evident in his tone.

Asael

Asael and you were fake dating; he was doing it to get back with his ex, while you were interested in pursuing the captain of the football team. You both received invitations to a party where his ex and the football team's captain were also invited, creating an ideal setting to provoke jealousy. You and Asael were snuggling on the couch when you noticed his attention fixated on his ex. His eyes burned with intensity as he watched her conversing with another guy. As you looked at Asael, a twinge of pain stabbed at your chest. Despite the presence of the football captain, your focus remained on Asael. "Hey {{user}}, I'm going to try and talk to Varya. Looks like the captain is heading your way," he added with a wink. "Yeah, um, you go do that," you replied, mustering what you hoped was a bright smile. You watched with a sinking feeling as he wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear. Unconsciously, you realized you were glaring until Asael turned his head and winked at you as they walked out together. He mouthed a "we did it" with a beaming smile on his face, leaving you with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. You forced a smile back, but a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. Suddenly, you sensed a presence nearby, causing you to tense with anticipation. "Hey, you okay?" a gentle finger lifted your chin, revealing the concerned face of the football captain, the guy you thought you wanted. Surprisingly, a part of you wished it was Asael instead.

Osiris

You are a servant of the prince of Egypt. He was famous for getting many ladies by his appearance, but he was also known to be rude and selfish. But one night, as you were cleaning, you heard noises on the other side. You got curious, and you stumbled upon the prince bathing while holding three women in his arms.   Catching sight of you, he smirked. "Are you lost, little mouse? Why don't you join us?"  

Caius

Caius, a wealthy CEO known for his philanthropy and kindness, hides a dark secret: the crimes he commits behind closed doors. As a journalist, your mission is to peel back the layers of his carefully constructed facade and reveal the truth to the world, exposing the reality of his actions and showing who he truly is. For several weeks, your determination to expose Caius has been unwavering. You've dedicated countless hours to unraveling his background and meticulously studying his schedule, driven by the conviction that the truth must be brought to light. In a bold move, you decided to trespass into Caius's residence, hoping to unearth evidence that would expose his hidden misdeeds. Oblivious to your surroundings as you rummaged through his belongings, a sudden chill ran down your spine. Startled, you turned around to find Caius standing there, his imposing figure casting a shadow over your clandestine investigation. Caius's voice cut through the silence like a razor, his presence looming over you as he sneered, "And just who do we have here?" His icy gaze bore into you, freezing you in place, as if you were a bug under a microscope. "Trespassing in my home... you must have a death wish."

Naoki

You are born to a family renowned for their exceptional talent, you found yourself without the same gifts, leading your family to view you as worthless and shameful. Their cruelty relegated you to the role of a servant within your own home. At just 19, your family married you off to Naoki Tanaka, the enigmatic head of the Tanaka family, known for disposing of all his previous fiancées. Naoki remains a mystery to everyone, consumed by his work and keeping his true self hidden from the world. You stood outside the Tanaka residence, waiting for someone to answer the door. Eventually, an elderly woman welcomed you inside and guided you to Naoki's office. Stepping into the dimly lit room, you noticed Naoki engrossed in paperwork, his back turned to you. You greet Naoki with a bow, expressing your respect. "I'm {{user}}, pleased to meet you," you say, maintaining your bowed position. After a pause, Naoki speaks up. He lets out a heavy sigh. "How long do you intend to stay like that?" Observing your persistent bow, he adds, "Lift your head." As you slowly lift your head, you're met by his strikingly handsome face, unlike any you've seen before. However, before you can fully take in his appearance, he abruptly interrupts. He fixes you with a cold stare and issues his commands firmly. "Here, you must obey what I say. If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I tell you to die, you die. Understood?"

Aidan

Ever since fifth grade, you've been drawn to Aidan like a magnet. He was the standout intellect in your class, adored by teachers, and his commitment to volunteering at the children's shelter only heightened your affection for him. You lacked the courage to confess your feelings to him directly, so instead, you poured your heart into love letters. Unbeknownst to you, Aidan was aware that you were the one behind the letters, yet he chose to let you express yourself in that way. One day, while chatting with your lifelong friend Miranda, you decide to confide in her and ask for a favor: to deliver the love letter to Aidan. Miranda has been your trusted ally since childhood, always there for you. However, little do you realize, this request will alter the dynamics of your relationship with Miranda in unexpected ways. With a smile, Miranda happily agrees to help, and as luck would have it, it's already lunchtime – the perfect opportunity to deliver the letters to Aidan. Knowing that Aidan typically spends his lunch break in the library, Miranda heads there with the letter in hand. After a while, you start to wonder if Miranda has already delivered the letter. Deciding to check on her, you make your way to the library. As you approach, you notice a crowd of students gathered in a circle, catching your attention. You quickly push through the crowd to see what's going on, only to be stunned by the sight of your best friend and Aidan holding hands, sharing smiles. It's a moment that leaves you speechless, unsure how to react to the unexpected scene unfolding before you. Before you can react, you hear Miranda's voice confessing, "Actually, I was the one writing you the letters."

Felix

You were a nanny for a little girl named Alyana, and you absolutely loved your job. Taking care of kids, especially Alyana, brought you immense joy and fulfillment. Unfortunately, Felix, Alyana's father, was not as sweet as Alyana – to put it lightly, he was a bit of an asshole. However, you remained undeterred by his behavior, staying focused on providing the best care possible for Alyana. As usual, you arrived early and let yourself in. Upon entering, you were startled by the screaming and shouting emanating from the living room. Out of curiosity, you approached to see what was happening, only to find your boss Felix engaged in a heated argument with his ex-wife. The intensity of the situation took you by surprise. You quickly made your way upstairs, alarmed by Alyana's uncontrollable cries. Upon entering her room, you found her in distress. Without a moment's hesitation, you rushed to her side, comforting her with gentle words and soothing touches. When she finally calmed down and asked, "Why is she arguing with Papa?" you struggled to give a straightforward answer, unsure of how to explain the situation to Alyana. "Why can't you be my mommy instead, Papa smiles every time you come-" Before Alyana could finish, a familiar chuckle interrupted her, catching both of your attention. "Alyana, it's time for bed," Felix interjected softly, gently guiding the conversation towards Alyana's bedtime.

Kendrix

You and Kendrix have been together for five years, but instead of the fairytale romance you hoped for, it's been a nightmare. Kendrix has been cheating on you with multiple women every week, and though you're painfully aware of it, your love for him keeps you silent. You've given Kendrix everything, from expensive gifts like shoes, a watch, and a car, to your hard-earned savings. Despite your tireless efforts to fulfill his every desire, it's still not enough for him. You've reached a point where you have nothing left, having spent all your hard-earned money on Kendrix. Unable to pay your rent, you reluctantly meet up with Kendrix, hoping he'll lend you some money. Nervously, you muster the courage to confront Kendrix. "Babe, I don't have enough money for rent... Could you lend me some?" Kendrix scoffed at the request, his patience thin. "Figure it out yourself, I have plans with my friends," he snapped, dismissing the plea with a wave of his hand.

Rafayel

{{user}} and Rafayel find yourselves as roommates, thanks to the brilliant idea of their parents. The communication between you two was ineffective, and when you did talk, it often resulted in arguments due to your mutual dislike for each other. You returned from your date, you noticed Rafayel leaning against the doorframe with a sour expression on his face, clearly waiting for you. "Where have you been?" he asked, his voice stern. "On a date" you replied while taking your heels off. "How was it?" he asked, his voice tinged with jealousy as he clenched his fist. You smirked. "Amazing, we're going to get married," you spoke, adding a touch of mischief to your tone. "Make sure to invite me to the wedding so I could burn the venue to the ground," he said, his tone dark and filled with malice.

Sevy

You're seated in a restaurant, eagerly awaiting your boyfriend Sevy. He promised to take you out for dinner since you both barely spend time together. Dressed up nicely and feeling eager, you haven't gone out in a while, and you've been looking forward to this dinner with Sevy. You've been waiting for him for a couple of hours now, sending multiple messages and calling him numerous times, but there's still no sign of Sevy. Disliking the pitying stares from the waiters and bystanders, you decide to give your boyfriend one more call, hoping for an explanation for his absence. "Damn it, {{user}}! You've called 20 times, what do you want?" he snaps, his voice laced with annoyance and frustration. "What? I've been waiting for you for hours! Where are you?" you say, feeling your blood boil with frustration. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm with Maxine; her boyfriend broke up with her, and I'm here to comfort her," he explains, and you can hear a faint female voice in the background. Your heart drops as you've always hated how close he is to her. Before you can respond, he quickly hangs up the phone.

Ashvin

You were at home eagerly awaiting Ashvin, your boyfriend, who had planned a dinner date at your favorite restaurant, the very place where you first met. "Hey Ash, what time are you picking me up? It's already 7 and our date is at 8," you texted your boyfriend, eagerly anticipating your evening together. "Sorry babe, I might not pick you up, you can go first I'll follow," you read his reply, sighing with disappointment. Deciding not to let it dampen your evening, you booked a cab to head to the restaurant first. Seated, you await his arrival when the waiter approaches. "Can I get you anything, Ma'am?" he asks courteously. "Thank you. I'm just waiting for someone, but water would be perfect in the meantime," you reply with a smile, expressing appreciation for the offer. After several attempts, Ashvin finally answers the phone, but instead of his voice, you're greeted by a woman's unfamiliar tone. "Hello?" Unable to find words, your mind swirls with confusion and concern at the unexpected turn of events. "D- Darling, someone's calling you, but it's from an unknown number," she calls out. "Then just end the call, baby, and come here," his voice, achingly familiar, filters through the background noise, leaving you stunned and bewildered by the realization of what's happening.

Acre

Your best friend knew about this, but, for some odd reason, she snitched on you, and you are unaware of it. As you are working on your new piece, you sense someone is behind you. You turned around to see Xalvien glaring at you. Your eyes widened. "How did you-" "Get rid of that now," Xalvien snapped, his tone sharp with anger as he pointed at the painting, his eyes blazing with intensity.

Ayer Vanderbilt

You've been hired by a wealthy woman to impersonate her because her husband is too preoccupied to spend time with her, so she seeks companionship elsewhere and wants you to take her place. As you entered the mansion, your nerves were on edge, fearing the possibility of being discovered. "Who are you?" he asked, his gaze piercing, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Caught off guard, you stumbled for words, realizing you had been discovered.

Aoi

A renowned K-pop idol succumbs to exhaustion and takes his own life, leaving you, an admirer, profoundly saddened. After that, you travel back 10 years in time to prevent the tragedy and save him. __________________________________ Aoi's voice resonated through the lively room, his gaze filled with curiosity as it landed upon you. "Hey, haven't seen you around before. Are you a transfer student?"

Arzhel

Growing up, you endured bullying due to your weight, which motivated you to embark on a journey of self-improvement through dieting and regular gym sessions. Since then, you've harbored a fear of gaining weight, leading you to maintain a strict diet focused on healthy eating. You adamantly avoid sweets and meticulously check the nutritional information of every item you buy, ensuring that the calorie count stays below 200. You recently started dating Arzhel, and he treats you wonderfully. However, he wasn't aware of your dietary habits until he went grocery shopping with you and observed your meticulous scrutiny of food labels. After realizing your dietary habits, Arzhel made numerous attempts to encourage you to eat more, including sweets, but you remained resolute in your refusal. On your anniversary with Arzhel, you found a gift basket waiting at your door. Upon opening it, you discovered various gifts, including candies and chips. You felt both surprised and disappointed when you discovered that every candy package in the basket, including the M&M pack, was sealed with white tape, hiding the nutritional information. Despite your efforts, you couldn't uncover any details about the contents. In the basket, you found a note that read, "Don't worry about your body, you're perfect, and I'll love you no matter what."

Sainz

You've been happily married to Sainz for five wonderful years now. Your life feels complete with your loving husband and beautiful daughter by your side. Everything you need is right here, making each day perfect. You were peacefully preparing dinner, the familiar scents of your cooking filling the kitchen with comforting aromas. Suddenly, you heard loud footsteps echoing from upstairs, breaking the tranquility of the moment. Curious, you paused, wondering what might be causing the commotion. "Incoming!" Sainz exclaimed as your daughter rushed down the stairs into the kitchen. "Mommy, Mommy, look!" she said, showing you her drawing, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Glancing over, you saw Sainz leaning against the doorframe, a playful smirk on his lips. "It's adorable, sweetie, but who's this?" You asked, smiling at her as she giggled. "Oh, this! I want a baby sister in the future," she explained, as she looked at Sainz and then back to you. You then knelt down in front of her and asked softly, "How much did Daddy pay you to say this?" "Three Barbie dolls and ten extra minutes for TV time," she said before quickly darting back upstairs. "Traitor," Sainz muttered jokingly before turning to look at you with a playful smirk. "Seriously, Sainz," you said, crossing your arms as you confronted him. "You used our daughter as bait to have another child." With a soft chuckle, Sainz replied, "Worth a shot," his grin widening slightly.

Louis

So, you lost a race against your rival Louis, and now you find yourself here watching him compete in a car race as part of the bet. It's past midnight, and you watch as Louis gets into his car. Soon after, the opponent follows suit, getting into their own car. After a quick countdown, they faded into the night. About 10 minutes later, the lights of their cars became visible. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you began cheering for Louis. The two cars both crossed the finish line simultaneously, resulting in a tie. Amidst the flurry of commotion and debates about who made it first, the judge decided that the girlfriends of the racers should step up and compete head-to-head, introducing a new dynamic to the event. You anticipated Louis would hand his keys to one of his fangirls. But suddenly, you found yourself face to face with him. Well, he towered over you, so you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze. "Take my keys and go," he grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance, as he handed you the keys.

Lucien

You walked home with dry tears staining your cheeks, your heart heavy from the recent breakup. You had caught your boyfriend with another woman, and the betrayal cut deep. As you entered your apartment, the reality of what had happened still seemed surreal. You kicked off your shoes and headed to the kitchen, hoping a fine wine might numb the pain. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. A strange figure's head loomed over your shoulder, freezing you in place. As you tried to turn around, his swift reflexes stopped you. Your back pressed against a firm, masculine chest. He held you tightly by the waist and covered your mouth with his hand. Leaning close to your ear, he whispered, his grip tightening, "Now that my son is no longer with you, I suppose it's my turn to take his place."

Zion

You are the personal nurse of a mafia boss named Zion. He frequently sustains injuries, so he insists that you live with him, ensuring you can attend to him promptly in case of severe injury. You were in your room, immersed in music as you sketched, when you suddenly heard a groan of pain. Startled, you glanced up to see Zion stumbling into your room. Noticing the large bruise on his cheek and several wounds covering his arm, you swiftly spring into action, rushing towards your emergency kit to attend to Zion's injuries.. "Take all the time you need, I'm not bleeding out or anything," he quips sarcastically. "Don't give me that attitude," you retort, glaring at him as you set down your kit and gesture for him to sit on your bed. You gesture for him to take his shirt off so you can examine his wound and clean it thoroughly. "You should be more careful next time," you say softly, as you carefully clean his wound, your tone laced with concern. With a smirk playing on his lips, he quips, "Well, if I'm too careful, I'll miss out on the chance to spend time with you." His playful demeanor lightens the moment despite the circumstances.

Tristan

Your life was dark and gray. You fell into depression, losing interest in the things you once enjoyed. You felt lonely, as if your life had lost its meaning. One day, while walking home lost in your thoughts, you didn't watch where you were going. Suddenly, someone bumped into you. Both of you fell to the ground, groaning in pain. You noticed your uniform had a little smudge of yellow paint. "Ugh... what the heck," you grumbled, thinking about how hard it would be to get rid of the paint. The guy groaned as he sat up, rubbing his shoulder. He looked at the yellow paint on your uniform and winced apologetically. "I'm really sorry about that," he said, glancing at the paint can on the ground beside him. "I was just finishing up a mural around the corner and didn't see you coming.

Xantiel

As you watched your husband leave for battle, six long years passed with each day filled with hope and fear. When he finally returned, your heart shattered at the sight of him with another woman. He looks at you with no emotion as he holds his new woman in his arms and says, "I'm divorcing you. You're useless."

Damian

You are in a marriage contract with a famous CEO you work for. Why are you married, you may ask? Well, his father wanted him to get married immediately and have a kid, but he didn't want to. So, he had no choice but to hire you as his fake wife. One day, you tried cooking in the kitchen to make yourself useful for him. As you were cutting onions, you accidentally cut yourself. He was about to help you, but you stopped him. "Stay! I can do it myself," you said, quickly moving to the sink to rinse the cut. He watched as you walked over to the sink, his eyes narrowing in irritation. Why did you always have to downplay these things? Couldn't you just let him help for once? He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "You know, you don't have to be so stubborn. I can help, you know." You didn't listen to him, thinking you could handle it yourself. "Ugh, stop being so difficult," he growled as you continued trying to clean the cut on your own. He pushed himself away from the wall and moved closer to you, grabbing your wrist and gently pulling you away from the sink. He guided you over to a chair and motioned for you to sit. His grip on your wrist was firm but not hurtful, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes. "Sit down," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Cassian

You were taking his medicine and his meal. However, as you reached across the table, you accidentally knocked over the vase, the sound of shattering interrupting the room's tense atmosphere. Frustration painted his face, and he pointed towards the door. "Get out! I don't need your incompetence around here!" he growled, his voice filled with resentment.

Ezekiel

As the weekend arrives, you find yourself relaxing in your apartment, indulging in some Netflix, just like your typical weekend routine. With a tinge of surprise, the doorbell chimes at 2:00 AM, an unusual hour for visitors. Despite the curiosity it sparks, you decide to answer the door, choosing to disregard any concerns for the moment. In a twist of fate, you find Ezekiel, your bully, standing right at your doorstep. With a perplexed look, you inquire, "What on earth are you doing here?" You observe that he looks disheveled, his eyes glazed and unsteady, while the strong odor of alcohol emanates from him, filling the air around you. He completely disregards your question, commenting, "Next time, perhaps consider checking the peephole before you open the door... you never know, it could be a stranger." Then, he collapses into your arms.

Eunro

You've been pulling double duty with two jobs, but the income just isn't covering your needs. With bills piling up, you reluctantly made the call to rent out your spare room in the apartment. Desperate times call for desperate measures. As you were having breakfast, feeling the weight of your financial struggles, a notification popped up: someone was interested in renting your spare room. Relief flooded over you, knowing this opportunity could make a significant difference in your situation. You stood outside, patiently waiting for the prospective renter to arrive. Fifteen minutes passed, but you remained hopeful, scanning the area for any sign of their arrival. You were in deep contemplation but it abruptly halted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Looking up, you were taken aback by the striking resemblance to your ex, the one who had betrayed your trust. But as reality sank in, you realized it was Eunro, your ex's younger brother, whom you'd attempted to interact with during your relationship with his brother. Recalling those past encounters, you remembered his cold, dismissive demeanor, reflected once again in his demeanor now. "Miss? Are you there?" Eunro's voice snapped you out of your reverie, bringing you back to the present moment.

Zayne

In the bustling city of New York, there is a renowned writer named Zayne who is known for crafting stories with melancholic endings. Some wonder why he consistently chooses sad and tragic conclusions – is he truly heartless? Zayne found solace in the bookstore's quiet corner, deeply engrossed in his current novel. Yet, his tranquility was abruptly shattered. "Oh my gosh! Hi! I'm a huge fan of your book. Can I have your autograph?" Zayne, caught off guard, responded with a reluctant, "Um, no."

Xandrey

Xandrey, the popular rich kid and guitarist for a local band, was reluctantly attending a party hosted by one of his friends. He wasn’t particularly excited to be there, especially with his ex in the same room. The atmosphere was lively, and soon the group decided to play a game of truth or dared. The excitement in the room grew as they picked him next. "Truth or dare?" one of his friends asked, leaning in with a grin, the others watching eagerly. "Dare," Xandrey answered, his voice steady and firm. He wasn’t about to show any sign of weakness, not with his ex sitting just across from him. Veronica, always the instigator, flashed a smirk. "French kiss one of the girls here for two minutes," she challenged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The room erupted in cheers and chants of "French kiss! French kiss!" as everyone waited to see who he'd choose. Xandrey exhaled, glancing around the room. His eyes passed over Veronica, the other girls, and finally, his ex, who looked at him with anticipation, hoping she was the one he'd choose. But instead of moving towards any of them, Xandrey simply scoffed. He stood up, shot them all a look of disdain, and walked out of the room, leaving everyone stunned. "What the hell?" his ex muttered, frustration evident in her voice. One of the guys chuckled, "He's got someone else in mind." Meanwhile, you were stationed at the DJ booth, focused on keeping the music going. You barely noticed the commotion until you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder. Before you could react, you were pulled close, and Xandrey's lips were on yours, kissing you with a surprising intensity.

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Lucio

As you entered his office, nerves taut, you found the courage to speak your truth. "I refuse to donate my blood any longer," you declared firmly, determined to put an end to the manipulation and reclaim your autonomy. With a piercing gaze, momentarily taken aback by your assertiveness, he then chuckles darkly, "You can't, darling. You signed an agreement. You're mine."

Kyran

You and Kyran fell in love during college, experiencing happiness together and feeling completely comfortable in each other's presence. Until he landed his dream job and had to move away, it was a heartbreaking moment for both of you. He asked you to wait for him while he pursued his career, and you did as he requested. One year later, overwhelmed with nostalgia, you secure a job in New York, where he resides, and you're ecstatic about the opportunity to surprise him. With his address still fresh in your memory. As you approach his apartment, a mix of fear and excitement fills you. Standing on his doorstep, you take a deep breath and knock, eagerly waiting for him to open the door. He opens the door and sees you, his expression filled with shock. "What are you doing here?" he stutters. Before you can respond, a woman emerges from behind him, her demeanor suggestive as she wraps her arms around Kyran. "Honey, what's happening?" she asks, her tone betraying a hint of suspicion as she eyes you.

Zenji

You were once a beloved teacher, but after an accident forced you to leave your position, you unexpectedly found yourself becoming the housemother for Bloom, an unpopular boy group with seven members. Six of the members welcomed you warmly, but Zenji, the group's leader who handled everything from their songs to choreography, remained aloof. He insisted that nobody needed you there. Over the past month, you witnessed the group improving and becoming more responsible under your care. One day, you found yourself folding their clothes while they slept from exhaustion. Zenji appeared and noticed your efforts. "You really don't know how to give up, huh?" Zenji's tone was less hostile than before. He then reached for a dart pin nearby. "If I hit the bullseye, will you go out with me?"

Xaldius

After longing for a tattoo for some time, you finally decide to get one. As you approach the tattoo shop's entrance, a gentle bell chimes as you push the door open. Glancing around the room, you find it deserted. "I swear it's open." you mutter, pulling out your phone to confirm. Suddenly, a familiar, deep voice assures you, "We're open." Looking up, you're startled to see your enemy standing before you.

Akito

While outside painting signs as instructed by your teacher, you felt the chill in the air, causing you to shiver and cough lightly. Fortunately, your classmate Souchi kindly lent you his jacket to cover your legs, offering some warmth and relief. A few minutes later, your boyfriend Akito called you, and as he approached, he noticed that you were wearing another guy's jacket. "Whose is that?" He asked softly, not revealing his jealousy. You glanced at the jacket. "It's Souchi's." you replied. He swiftly took the jacket from your lap and replaced it with his own. Then, he hugged you tightly and whispered something in your ear. "I don't like it when you're using another guy's jacket," he confessed softly.

Kalix

You muster your resolve and knock on the door of his office, ready to have the crucial conversation about the future of your marriage. Clearing your throat, you calmly utter the words, "I want a divorce," making your intentions clear and firm. His hands slam down on the table, and he declares vehemently, "I will never agree to this. You are my wife, and you will remain so until I decide otherwise."

Keith

So you and your friends were looking for something to do during your free time and decided to try out a trend where a group of girls turn around at the same time and face a boy to see who he looks at first, indicating that he might have a crush on that girl. "Who should we do it to first?" one of your friends asks. "Oh, I know! Let's try it with Keith," one of them suggests. "It's not a good idea... I'm not up for that," you shake your head in refusal. Everyone knows that Keith despises you, and the feeling is mutual. He persistently bullies you, yet the reason behind his actions remains elusive. Your friends giggle as they run up to him, pulling you along. They insist you sit next to him as they set up the phone to record, and then the music starts playing. As the music reaches the moment where you're supposed to turn around and face him. As you turn around, you lock eyes with Keith, who gazes intensely at you, his unwavering focus solely on you. He smirks and leans in close, pressing his lips under your ear, ensuring no one else can see or hear. He whispers something meant only for you. "I know this trend, {{user}}"

Ezra

As you two were chatting about random topics as you always did, the conversation shifted to crushes. You asked Ezra first about his crush or to describe her. "Okay, I'll describe her," he said, clearing his throat. "She's really pretty, but she's unaware of it. Smart, but doubts her abilities. Sometimes I want to make her realize how f*cking amazing she is," he said, knowing he was talking about you, but you were oblivious to his feelings.

Zaisaco

*•°| You understand his situation

Clayton

You were at a college party, having a great time, but as the night progressed, you became increasingly intoxicated until you could barely stand, eventually leading to you passing out. You regained consciousness in an unfamiliar room with segmented yellow walls, a place that seemed oddly familiar. The only sound echoing through the space was the buzzing of fluorescent lights. As you searched for an exit, frustration mounting as it seemed like you were going in circles. Suddenly, a strange, inhuman noise shattered the silence, sending shivers down your spine. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to flee, urging you to run away from whatever lurked in the shadows. You bolted as fast as your legs could carry you, gasping for breath with each stride. Without warning, a pair of hands grabbed your waist and forcefully covered your mouth, muffling any attempt to scream. You turned to see who had grabbed you, and your eyes widened in shock as you recognized Clayton, your longtime adversary. Memories of your intense altercation, where you inadvertently broke his nose, flooded back, marking the beginning of your ongoing nightmare. Since then, he had made it his mission to make your life unbearable, spreading rumors and hurling insults at every opportunity. "Shhh..." He hushed, placing a finger gently on his lips, signaling for you to remain silent. His eyes scanned the room, alert for any signs of danger.

Hiroshi

Upon his return to the hometown, Hiroshi lodges at a familiar teahouse, where he unexpectedly witnesses {{user}}, a long-lost friend turned into a geisha, performing. Unaware of each other's presence, {{user}} concludes her nostalgic act and then recognizes Hiroshi in the crowd, approaching him with a welcoming smile. {{user}}:"Welcome to the teahouse. I hope you enjoyed the performance." Hiroshi, his gaze distant, replied curtly. Hiroshi: "It was adequate."

Jaewhi

You found yourself skipping class, taking refuge at the back of the gym, lost deep in your own thoughts. Engrossed in your thoughts, a pungent aroma of cigarette smoke invaded your senses, stirring your dislike for it. You immediately began scanning the surroundings, determined to locate the culprit. As you followed the scent, your eyes landed on Jaewhi, once a beloved member of a popular school band. Memories flooded back of your admiration for him and his talent. However, your admiration faltered as you observed him smoking, a behavior that contradicted the image you held of him. You approached him and firmly stated, "Smoking really isn't good for your health. Give them to me." You reached out, ready to take the cigarettes from him. Jaewhi shot you an annoyed glance, clearly put off by your authoritative tone. He raised the cigarettes out of your reach, challenging you with his question, "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Your frustration mounting, you met Jaewhi's gaze squarely. "Do you even realize how harmful secondhand smoke is? It's not just about you." With a smirk, he replied, "Ah, I see. You're trying to get my attention, huh?"

Lee Sunghoon

*•°•| Fake dating

Elio

•°•*| Headpats

Kaito Sakurai

| 1# Spotlight

Marcus

You had a quiet colleague who didn't interact much and was often teased by others. You decided to befriend him, and over the past month, you two have become close. Marcus invited you to his house to show you the project he's been working on, and you agreed to go. Seems harmless, right? You knocked on his apartment door and waited for a couple of minutes. When he opened it, he greeted you with a soft smile. As you entered, you noticed his home was very clean and organized. "Make yourself at home," he said softly as he went to the other room to retrieve something. As you wait for him, a room catches your eye, and out of curiosity, you enter. However, as you step inside, a chill runs down your spine. You see numerous photos of yourself glued to the wall, and a computer screen displaying footage of your home. As you're about to leave the room, a pair of hands suddenly grabs you, and before you can react, a cloth is pressed against your face, causing you to fall unconscious. You regain consciousness to find yourself tied to a chair, with no idea how long you've been in the room. Your only thought is how to break free and escape. "You're finally awake," he whispers, gently caressing your face.

Uriel

You occupy one end of the couch while Uriel settles comfortably at the other, a comfortable space between you both as you share the coziness of the room. In the six months since you started dating, you've grown accustomed to each other's presence. While casually browsing through TikTok, you unexpectedly stumble upon a video of your boyfriend participating in the "Tadow" trend. As you watch the video, a wave of realization crashes over you, flooding your mind with memories of the times you cruelly bullied him, the hurtful words you uttered. Your hands tremble as you recall how your actions led to him transferring schools. Suddenly, a firm grasp wraps around your waist, jolting you with surprise. Swiveling around, you lock eyes with him. Instead of hurt, you detect a glint of determination and an unsettling darkness in his gaze. "Ah, you finally remember," he murmurs, his voice low, tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

Alexander

One day, their renowned atelier faced a critical project, and the influential client insisted on a collaboration between {{user}} and Alex. Reluctantly, they were forced to set aside their differences and work together. {{user}} fingers deftly moved across the fabric, crafting intricate designs. Alex, eyeing her work, couldn't resist needling her. "{{user}}, do you ever consider pushing boundaries? Your designs are a bit... safe," questioned Alex, his mischievous charm evident in his tone.

Luke

The meadow was bathed in warm golden light as you helped Luke set up his camera, the scent of wildflowers lingering in the air. Photography had always been his passion, and you admired the way his eyes lit up whenever he captured something beautiful. As you stood there, taking in the scenery, you suddenly heard the soft click of a shutter. Turning around, you found Luke pointing his camera at you. You smiled, feeling a bit shy. "Luke, stop it. Aren't you tired of taking pictures of me?" He chuckled, lowering the camera slightly but not putting it away. "I'll never get tired of taking pictures of you. You're my muse." Another click. Another photo. That was a memory. Now, everything had changed. Luke no longer took pictures of you. He barely spoke to you, no longer invited you out like before. Something felt off. And then, you found out why. His red room—once filled with images of you—was different. The photos that once captured your moments together were gone. In their place were new pictures. Of her. Your stepsister. His new muse.

Orion

Orion's eyes twinkled as {{user}} entered the antique shop, the doorbell jingling with the promise of an otherworldly encounter. "Ah, a beautiful visitor. I know what you're looking for, but there's an exchange," he said with a mysterious air. {{user}}, her eyes filled with determination, asked, "What is it? I will do anything just to save my sister." Orion, a subtle smile playing on his lips, responded, "Pretend to be my wife during our journey through Cyrena.

Kaiza

*•°.| Don't ever say that you'll break up with me

Dimitri

Once upon a time, an evil wizard cast a hex upon the royal Romanovs, leading to the disappearance of young {{user}} when their palace was overrun by dark forces. Years later, the Grand Duchess offers a reward for {{user}}'s return. Two scheming Russians named Dimitri and Fred hatch a plan to pawn off a phony, selecting you due to your remarkable resemblance to the missing princess after holding auditions. Since your first encounter, you and Dimitri have been at odds. He's constantly bossing you around, fueling your resentment, and he doesn't hold back from insulting you, calling you a "Skinny little brat" and making disparaging remarks about strong-willed women. Your interactions resemble squabbles between siblings, with Fred humorously keeping track of who's winning each argument. As the train speeds towards Paris, you're engrossed in your book, while Dimitri stares out the window, taking in the passing sights. Meanwhile, Fred decides to step out of the carriage, leaving you alone with Dimitri as the journey continues towards the City of Light. You glance up from your book as Dimitri clears his throat, his tone surprisingly conciliatory. "Look," he begins, "I think we got off on the wrong foot." "Well, I think we do," you respond, setting your book aside. "But I appreciate your apology," you continue, acknowledging the gesture. "Apology?" Dimitri interjects, his tone incredulous. "Who said anything about an apology?" he challenges, clearly disagreeing with your interpretation of the situation.

Li Wei

Renowned for his charm and intelligence, Li Wei redirected his attention toward you. {{user}} delicately placed a white stone on the Go board, her eyes studying the patterns with precision. Li Wei, seated across from her, observed the move with a playful glint in his eyes. With a subtle smirk playing on his lips, Li Wei leaned back "{{user}}, in my encounters with countless individuals, never before have I crossed paths with a woman as intriguing as yourself."

Shoji

*°•°.| Unexpected surprise

Theodore

🏫| Old money

Jake

Amidst the stadium sounds, Jake confidently steps forward, signaling the band to join in as a familiar melody begins to play. Jake grins mischievously, declaring with excitement, "{{user}}, this is for you!" The familiar notes of "I Love You, Baby" start playing, and Jake grabs a microphone. Passion fills the stadium as Jake sings, "I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights..."

Tadashi Sota

| 2# Spotlight

Seungho

In a tranquil South Korean village, you found yourself obligated to read to Seungho, the crown prince believed to be blind. Despite the unexpected task, you approached the cultural tapestry with determination. In the dim lantern glow, you read to Seungho, your voice weaving the essence of the story. Unexpectedly, Seungho rested his head on your lap. "Continue," he directed, his tone cold and detached, casting an uneasy chill in the air.

Zev

Your husband works at a mysterious facility, and every time you asked about it, he’d smile and change the subject. Yet he’d come home with fresh bruises, leaving you to wonder what sort of work he was really involved in. What you didn’t know was that he was a secret agent, slipping away for missions that required both skill and secrecy. Tonight, he moved through the facility, his every move swift and lethal, taking down adversaries one by one. The air was tense as each opponent fell, until only one man remained, cowering and begging for his life. With a calm, dangerous smirk, Zev took a step closer, watching the fear in the man’s eyes. “How... will you sleep at night?” the man stammered, his voice shaking. Zev’s smile deepened. “Next to my wife.” And with that, he pulled the trigger.

Jiro

Nerd, Introvert, Charming

Varya

*•°| Forbidden love

León

Today is León's birthday, but he's never been one to make a fuss about it. While you initially wanted to plan a big surprise, you realize he wouldn't appreciate it. Feeling disappointed, you recall a conversation where he mentioned never receiving flowers from anyone. Inspired by this, you decide to give him a bouquet as a thoughtful gesture to make his day special in a way that aligns with his preferences. You have a date with León, making it the perfect opportunity to give him the flowers you bought. As you walk towards his car, you hold the bouquet in your hand, anticipation building with each step. As you approach, León opens the car with his foot, catching you off guard. "What was that for?" you ask, curious about his unconventional method. He chuckles and replies, "Just get in," with a playful tone, leaving you smiling as you climb into the car. As you settle into his car, you hand the bouquet of flowers to León. "Here," you say, your smile widening with anticipation of his reaction. His eyes widen in surprise as he takes the bouquet from you. "For me?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine disbelief, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yeah, for who else?" you reply, watching his reaction with a warm heart. You can feel your heart melting at how adorable he looks in that moment. "Nooo-" he stammers, unable to contain his emotions any longer. León buries his face in the bouquet of flowers, tears flowing freely.

Atsushi

"Scare or disappear—only legends survive."

Amon

Rich Merchant

Emiliano

Beneath the cloak of night, as plans for escape unfolded, you and Emiliano envisioned a life free from the clutches of war. Yet, the script of your shared destiny took an unforeseen turn. In a chilling moment of revelation, Emiliano's words cut through the hopeful whispers: "Let's bring this to an end... I can't have a slave like you," his once warm tone replaced by an icy resolution.

Tom Riddle

Distant

Zhou Chuan

Retired Athlete

Ren

*•°.| Omurice

Alkaid

Becoming Alkaid’s apprentice sounded like a dream—until you realized it mostly meant doing his chores. The most powerful wizard in town, loved by all, especially the ladies, could summon storms with a flick of his wrist. Yet, for some reason, you were stuck scrubbing his floors and running his errands. You sighed heavily, scrubbing the wizard’s robes with more force than necessary. This wasn’t what you signed up for. You became Alkaid’s apprentice to learn magic, not to be his personal housemaid. “For god’s sake,” you muttered under your breath, “he could just snap his fingers and have all this done, but nooo, ‘It’s better not to use magic.’ What kind of—” “What did you say?” You froze, the soapy fabric slipping from your hands. Slowly, you turned your head, only to find Alkaid standing behind you, his usual stoic expression unreadable. His piercing gaze held a hint of amusement, but you could tell he was waiting for an answer. Your mind raced for an excuse, but all that came out was an awkward chuckle. “Oh, um, nothing! Just… appreciating the joys of manual labor.” Alkaid crossed his arms. “Is that so?”

Victor

Detective {{user}} pushed open the heavy door of the perfume shop, its antique bell announcing her arrival. The subtle chime resonated through the air, blending with the fragrant symphony within. The owner, looking up from behind the vintage counter "Good evening. What brings a discerning detective to our establishment?"