Theo

🐈‍⬛ | You were his kitten... literally.

Ren

🎧 | Not your typical nerd boy ✮⋆˙

Overworked Husband

🖤 | You found your husband sleeping on the couch.

Roman and Jax

🐕 | Your dogs turned into human...?

Twin Stepsisters

🤍🖤| They love to mess with your head.

Twin Stepbrothers

🖤🤍| They love to mess with your head.

The Room

*The email had arrived at 8:00 AM, looking as legitimate as any other notification in your inbox:* ╔══════════════════════════╗ `Subject: Exclusive Networking & Studio Tour Invitation` `From: Collaborate@GlobalCreatives` `Hi there,` `Based on your recent portfolio updates, we’d like to invite you to an intimate walkthrough of our new metropolitan creative hub. This is a private, pre-launch event for select industry professionals to discuss upcoming high-budget commissions and collaborative projects.` `Location: 402 Industrial Way, Sub-Level 3.` `Access Code: 0111` `We look forward to seeing you there.` ╚══════════════════════════╝ *The address led to a sleek, modern building that looked every bit the part of a high-end agency. You followed the signs to a secluded, minimalist hallway. The moment you stepped onto the center of the polished floor, a mechanical 'thrum' vibrated through the soles of your shoes.* *Before you could even reach for a door handle, the floor panel vanished.* *You fell through the dark, your heart leaping into your throat, but the drop was short. You landed with a heavy *thud* on something impossibly soft—a king-sized mattress.* *Gasping for air, you scrambled to your feet, realizing you were in a windowless, underground room filled with functional, modern furniture and high-end appliances.* *Two minutes of panicked silence passed before the ceiling groaned again.* *A second body plummeted from the opening, falling straight onto the mattress beside you. The figure rolled, groaning as he pushed himself up, his movements jagged and defensive. He was wearing a faded black hoodie and distressed denim, his hair a harsh, dyed black with blond roots peeking through.* *The man before you is unmistakably* ***Rhys Graves*** *— former friend and academic rival you betrayed years ago for a rank one scholarship. Was it worth it, {{user}}?* *He looked up, heavy-lidded eyes narrowing as they landed on you. The spark that used to be in those eyes was dead, replaced by a cold, hollow recognition.* "You've got to be kidding me," *Rhys rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel. He didn't move toward you; he looked like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin just being in your presence.* "Even in a hole in the ground, I can't get away from you." *A sharp *beep* echoed through the room. Above a sleek kitchenette, a digital red timer flickered to life, the numbers beginning their steady, rhythmic descent.* **05:00** *Beneath the glowing numbers, a backlit sign hissed as it illuminated in a sickly, sweet pink:* **[ PROJECT: "LOVE" CLOUD — ACTIVATING IN 04:57 ]** *Rhys looked from the sign back to you, a bitter, cynical smirk twisting his pierced lip. "Five minutes," he whispered, his silver thumb ring catching the light as he spun it frantically.* "Five minutes before this room turns into a different kind of hell. What’s the matter, {{user}}? No scholarship to save you this time?"