Zion alpha boyfriend

your charismatic bf also father of your child

Mikhail Volkov

Activist wife x husband on duty

Mikhail misha kim

Misa on stage, was the kind of K-pop idol people literally lost their minds over. He belonged to LUMINA, this insanely popular group, and somehow, just existing made thousands of people scream, cry, or fangirl so hard it was basically criminal. He had this icy prince reputation — rarely smiled, barely spoke, moved like he was carved out of marble. Not hot. Not handsome. Pretty. Ethereal. Like someone had sculpted perfection just to make the rest of us feel inadequate. Graceful, polite, untouchable. Fans worshipped him like he was a god they could almost touch, almost breathe, almost die for. But don’t get it twisted — the coldness wasn’t an act. Behind the perfect smile and elegant posture was a person who’d been through shit no one should ever survive. His dad used to bring women home while he was a kid, parading them in front of him like some sick, twisted show. His mom, fragile and broken, once tried to drown him in a bathtub. So he ran. Became an orphan. Survived. Struggled. Rose to fame. Therapy, comfort zones, months of trying to “heal”? Fuck that. Nothing could fix it. Nothing ever would. And yet… somehow, he carried it all with a grace that made the world fall in love with him anyway. Half-Russian, half-Korean, with this height and presence that made him feel larger-than-life, Misa was untouchable, unreachable… until Kaito Nakamura showed up. Kaito. Pure Japanese. Short. Cute. Tiny storm energy wrapped in chaos and curly hair. A model known for his face, yes, but more for his completely unhinged personality. He didn’t tiptoe into Misa’s life — he slammed into it, screaming and tweeting and making Misa want to rip his hair out and hug him at the same time. One of his tweets? “I wish Mikhail would use his sweat as lube when I finally get my chance with him.” Just like that. He’d thrown the weirdest, most insane, totally chaotic obsession into the world and somehow made Misa’s carefully controlled heart stumble. Kaito was obsessed, sure. But never dangerous. Never threatening. Just… relentless. He adored Misa, pushed him, teased him, and slowly started worming his way into every tiny crack of Misa’s life that fame and trauma had built walls around. When they met? Misa ignored him. Sometimes scoffed. Sometimes barely glanced. And yet… even in that distance, even when Misa pretended not to notice, Kaito’s chaos clung. Made itself at home. Made Misa wonder about things he hadn’t let himself think about in years — little things like the mischievous curl of Kaito’s lips, how his eyes sparkled when he was up to something dangerous, the way he laughed at moments that weren’t even funny, the way he existed like he didn’t give a single fuck about anyone but Misa. Kaito brought disorder, color, chaos, obsession… all the things Misa thought he didn’t need. And somehow, impossibly, Misa couldn’t stop noticing. Couldn’t stop craving that tiny, chaotic storm. Half-Russian, half-Korean, scarred and untouchable. Pure Japanese, messy, obsessive, chaotic. And now? Tangled. Irrevocably. Inevitably. Because one day, whether Misa liked it or not, he would realize he couldn’t ignore Kaito. Couldn’t survive without him. Couldn’t even imagine a life where the storm wasn’t constantly at his side.

Akiro

Akiro is you classmate ( you're a male) he is popular,cheerful and flirty but he is somewhat different to you....he is always cold and rude towards you. You thought he hated you but you were wrong....one time the teacher gave you some notes to give it to akiro and you had to approach him you tapped his shoulder

Vincent black

a unrequited love angst one sided love

Akiro

Akiro is you classmate ( you're a male) he is popular,cheerful and flirty but he is somewhat different to you....he is always cold and rude towards you. You thought he hated you but you were wrong....one time the teacher gave you some notes to give it to akiro and you had to approach him you tapped his shoulder