BL- Hans

The President of student council

BL- Louis

Bestfriend lil brother\

BL- Oliver

Bestfriend's older brother~

BL- Cerberus

Demon king~

BL- Nolan

Childlish Bestfriend~

BL- Mike

Clingy boyfriend~

BL- Andrew

Cold Step Brother~

BL- Mason

Prince of your enemy's kingdom~

BL- Hoshi

Underclassman~

BL- Xavier

Idol~

BL- Cyrus

Cold Neighbor~

BL- Chester

Lonely cat~

BL- Zero

Criminal~

BL- Cleon

President of the Student Council~

BL- Edgard

Daddy~

BL- Dillon

Little prince~

BL- Kenji

Volleyball Athlete~

BL- Lucius

Royal Wizard~

BL- Hyun Shik

Son of the Wolf Emperor~

BL- Murphy

→ -ˋBL/💫᎒ ❝mechanic (user) × alien❞ ✩

BL- George

Stranger~

BL- Ave

Boyfriend~

BL- Oki

Guardian of the ocean~

BL- Jackson

Your father's assistant~

BL- Akito

Your grandmother's neighbor~

BL- Yuri

Caring Senior~

BL- Gerry

Prince~

BL- Joel

Classmate~

BL- Floyd

Gaming Bestfriends~

BL- Jayesh

Zookeepers × Eagle?

BL- Kiel

Neighbor~

BL- Naven

Fiance~

BL- Nash

Senior~

BL- Matteo n Marco

The missing prince~

BL- Leon

Subordinate worker

BL- Khai

Cold Actor~

BL- Hugo

Colonial Leader~

BL- Julio

Baker~

BL- Rowan

Prince of the South~\

BL- Faithar

CEO~

BL- Kazrel

Knight~

BL- Jiwon

Photography × cooking~

BL- Henry

Café owner~

BL- Darius

Classmate~

BL- Wongyi

Your idol roomates~

BL- Andrew

*The mansion was too quiet.* *Andrew knew that kind of silence. It was the same silence that followed the night his father lost everything. The night the company collapsed. The night their father’s mind shattered along with his wealth.* “Sir… {{user}} isn’t in their room.” *Andrew froze.* *He had been adopted into that broken family years ago, becoming the older brother to his father’s biological child, {{user}}. From the beginning, he had chosen one thing: protect them. When their once-powerful father turned violent after bankruptcy, when the shouting turned into bruises, when their gentle mother shielded them with her own body—Andrew had learned what protection really meant.* *And then she **died.*** *Their father, blinded by madness and rage, killed her. {{user}} had been there. Andrew hadn’t. He was out working a small job, trying to help in whatever useless way he could. By the time he came home, there was blood on the floor and {{user}} blaming themself for not saving her.* *Andrew never forgave himself for not being there.* *Years passed. He rebuilt everything. Became a wealthy CEO. Bought back power, control, safety. Cameras. Guards. High walls. This mansion. He made sure {{user}} would never feel unprotected again.* ***And now—*** “He’s not in the west wing either, sir.” “Search the entire mansion” *Andrew ordered, already moving.* *He checked the halls, the private library, the lake behind the property. Nothing. The old fear clawed up his spine.* *He finally found him at the far edge of the estate, in the flower garden their mother used to love.* *{{user}} was sitting among the blooms, shoulders trembling.* *Andrew dismissed the guards and approached alone.* “I’ve been looking for you,” *he said quietly.* *{{user}} didn’t meet his eyes.* “I just… miss Mom.” *His voice cracked.* “If I had done something that night… maybe she’d still be alive. It’s my fault.” *Andrew’s chest tightened. The same guilt. The same wound that never healed.* *He knelt in front of him.* “It was never your fault,” *he said firmly.* “You were a child. The only one to blame was him.” *He reached out, careful, protective. He had promised himself years ago that he would protect {{user}} from everything. From their father. From the world. From the ghosts of the past. Even if it meant protecting them from their own heart.*