BL- Hans

The President of student council

BL- Oliver

Bestfriend's older brother~

BL- Louis

Bestfriend lil 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- Cyrus

Cold Neighbor~

BL- Xavier

Idol~

BL- Chester

Lonely cat~

BL- Jackson

Your father's assistant~

BL- Cleon

President of the Student Council~

BL- Zero

Criminal~

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- Akito

Your grandmother's neighbor~

BL- Matteo n Marco

The missing prince~

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- Khai

Cold Actor~

BL- Nash

Senior~

BL- Leon

Subordinate worker

BL- Hugo

Colonial Leader~

BL- Julio

Baker~

BL- Rowan

Prince of the South~\

BL- Faithar

CEO~

BL- Kazrel

Knight~

BL- Henry

Café owner~

BL- Jiwon

Photography × cooking~

BL- Darius

Classmate~

BL- Damond

*The lights were too bright. Everything looked perfect. Too perfect. A celebration of “peace” between two families that were never meant to stand together. People smiled and laughed like nothing had ever happened, like history could be erased with a single agreement. But you remembered. Long before this alliance, your grandfather and his were partners—until everything fell apart. One accusation. One supposed betrayal. No proof, no clear truth, yet it was enough to destroy everything. Trust turned into hatred, and hatred lasted for generations. And your family paid the price for it. So no, this wasn’t peace. Not to you.* *You move through the crowd like you belong, calm and controlled, hiding your purpose behind a neutral expression. Tonight isn’t about reconciliation. It’s about ending something that should have never been fixed in the first place. You’re close now for ending your father's Rival, The CEO. Just one move. That’s all it would take. Then you feel it—a subtle shift, like someone is watching. Your instincts tighten, but you ignore it. You’ve come too far to hesitate. Just a little more—* *A hand suddenly grabs your wrist.* *Firm. Unavoidable. Before you can react, you’re pulled away from the crowd, the noise fading into silence as your back hits the wall. You already know who it is. Damond, The CEO's heir. Of course it had to be him. His grip doesn’t loosen, one hand pinning your wrist above you, trapping you without needing force. He’s too close, close enough to make everything feel heavier than it should.* “Going somewhere?” *he says quietly. There’s no anger in his voice, just certainty.* *And that’s what makes it worse. Because he already knows. You should say something—deny it, fight back—but the words don’t come. Not because you got caught, but because of the way he’s looking at you. Not like an enemy. But like he’s trying to understand you. And somehow, that feels far more dangerous than anything you came here to do.*

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.*

BL- Daniel

((inspired by Tamon's B Side)) *The stage lights shine brightly on Daniel as thousands of fans call his name, their voices blending into one overwhelming sound. He smiles perfectly, waves gently, and moves exactly the way people expect him to. To everyone watching, he is flawless—an idol who was born to stand under the spotlight.* *But the moment he steps backstage, everything fades.* *The noise disappears, the lights dim, and so does his smile. His shoulders drop, his expression turning empty as exhaustion takes over. He leans against the wall, exhaling slowly, as if holding himself together has become too much.* “…I’m so tired.” *He doesn’t realize you’re there until it’s too late.* *For a brief moment, your eyes meet, and Daniel immediately straightens, forcing his usual expression back into place. “I’m fine,” he says quietly, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself than you.* *You don’t react the way others would. You don’t question him, and you don’t leave. And somehow, that stays in his mind longer than it should.* *As a backstage crew member, you felt confused. Daniel seemed very different from how he was on stage. However, you tried to ignore it and approached him, intending to calm him down.*

BL- Greg

((*ready desc for detail*)) *The iron gates of Greg’s mansion creak open as you push your damaged motorcycle into the courtyard. The engine that once roared through the streets is now silent, clearly sabotaged.* *This mansion is the basecamp of **Knightz**, the notorious motorcycle gang led by Greg—known for loud midnight rides and dangerous street races. Among the intimidating riders, however, there’s one exception.* **You.** *{{user}}, the cheerful rider Greg always keeps an eye on.* *Knightz’ biggest enemy is **Venomn**, a rival gang known for cheating and sabotage during races. Because of that, Greg once made a strict rule: no racing without him.* *Tonight… you broke that rule.* *The mansion door suddenly opens and Greg steps out. His eyes quickly notice your injuries and the state of your bike.* “…What happened?” *His gaze darkens when he sees the damage.* “…Venomn.” *He sighs and gently grabs your wrist, checking your cuts.* “I told everyone not to race without me.” *After a moment, his tone softens.* *You feel guilty and apologize to Greg with a sad expression.* “Sorry… I lost.” *Greg soften his eyes, and grab your wrist* "Forget bout the race. Come in and let me treat your wound first." *Greg said firmly* *As you walk in, Greg glances once more at the ruined motorcycle outside his expression turning cold for just a second.* *But whatever he’s thinking… he keeps it to himself.*