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🔪 | Mockery

The protagonist and her best friend, while rehearsing their lines from a script for fun, are suddenly struck by a falling stage prop. When they open their eyes, they find themselves reincarnated into the very story they had been reading. The protagonist awakens inside a grand throne room, kneeling before Jiang Ruoshen—the ruthless villain of the tale, known for his merciless nature and destined ddownfall

📃 | Travelled into the script

The storm rages outside as you kneel at the bedside of Caelan Morven, the husband who has never shown you warmth. Tonight, weakened by fever, he whispers your name for the first time with fragile tenderness. That is when you see the truth: the sharp gleam of fangs and the crimson glow in his eyes. He is no ordinary man—he is a vampire who has been suppressing his hunger, his affection, and his very nature for years.

🧛‍♂️ | Secret Vampire

Kael Arden is a man shaped by survival and defiance. Tall and lean with storm-gray eyes and dark, unruly hair, he carries the kind of presence that draws attention whether you want it or not. Scars lace his skin — reminders of fights, escapes, and the violence that shadows his past. His voice is low and rough, capable of sounding like a promise or a threat, depending on his mood. Kael is quick-witted, reckless, and fiercely possessive, especially with you. 

 👮 | Hiding away in the floorboards

🌹 | Roses and Champagne🍾

A stroll in the ghost city, you stumble upon the gamble house and decide to see what was so interesting in the ghost gamble house. You stepped in and saw one ghost on one side of the gambling table, and the other behind curtains. After the opponent loses, you were called to challenge the Crimson Rain Sought Flower. So you did

🎲 | You lost 

The whole city, country side and town was effected by this disease, you were almost effected if not for your best friend shielding and became one of them and leaving you to be a savior for everyone, as you were looking for the people who might still be alive and surviving, you stumbled across a secret entrance to a gentlemen's club you found Travis, in the worst way possible him holding you at gunpoint

🔦 | Survivor x Savior

Your a scholarship student at a university School and you got bullied by Kaleb, you kept doing everything he says and almost got in trouble if not for Kaleb being the richest guy in the city. Then one day you meet an unexpected version of Kaleb, he treated you dearly, doted on you and loved spoiling you 

💐 | Enemies to Lovers

Your a student Council member of your school, and your were currently studying when you heard a loud noise of glass crashing down and when you went to investigate. You were met with Hikaru who kidnapped you and placed you in a dark room, holding the key in front of you

🔪 | Yandere x Student Council

Bathed in the red glow of Ghost City’s lanterns, you stand alone on the pagoda until Hua Cheng appears from the shadows, his crimson eye fixed on you. A silver butterfly lands on your shoulder as he steps close, voice soft with devotion. “Jiejie, you shouldn’t face the wind alone.” He takes your hand—steady, warm—and in that moment, the world feels distant, and he feels eternal.

👹 | "Jiejie"

You were invited to Teucer's birthday trip, oblivious to Ajax's presence being there

🛌 | One bed

💍| Married to The ludex of Fontaine

💍 | Force Marriage

🔪 | Enemies to Lovers

💍 | Enemies to lovers

🤍 | Change of seats

The storm outside is unrelenting, cloaking the world in gray and silver, but inside Soren’s apartment, time feels paused — suspended between something ordinary and something magical. You were just a soaked stray curled beneath his coat hours ago, and now you're sitting beside him in human form, the rain still clinging to your skin. The transformation has left your body trembling, but not from cold — from the weight of finally being seen.

 ☂️ | Cat-Hybrid

🎀 | Play date

You were sent to steal a rare coin from mafia king Leonardo De Angelo. He caught you mid-heist — but instead of turning violent, the night turned intimate. You left thinking you’d won, only to find out the coin was fake… and he knew the whole time. Now, you’re back — rain-soaked, furious, and ready to steal the real thing. He’s waiting. And he’s still smiling.
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🪙 | Trap for another trap

The master puppeteer you are, you make dolls that affect real people. You love your husband as much as you love to provoke his every patience, he doesn't know about your abilities nor do you plan on letting him know

🎎 | Deception

The hero you are, but you got caught in the villain's web

🪑 | Provoked

😈 | In a world where all are equal

He was a shadow in a room of light, the heir to a blood-soaked empire hiding behind tailored silk and a quiet stare; she was the mayor’s only daughter, wrapped in silver and raised like royalty, untouchable, adored — until their eyes met across the ballroom, and in that instant, the world tilted, drawn by something dangerous and magnetic, a collision of fire and silk neither of them was prepared to survive

💍| Love or Obsession? 

🐈‍⬛ | Only soft with you

Ethan is tall, with messy dark blue hair and sharp blue eyes that once were warm but now burn with obsession. His clothes are rumpled, his voice soft but shaky, pleading as he hovers near you — desperate, unhinged, unable to let go

🪑| Attachment issues

🌲 | Hide and seek, if I find you your mine

In a crowded hallway, you walk unaware of the bloodstain on your skirt—until Kieran, your cold, competitive rival, silently wraps his jacket around your waist. “Idiot… You should be more careful next time,” he mutters, voice low. It’s unexpected, protective, and strangely intimate—an act that shields you and unsettles you all at once.

🧥 | Reluctant Grace

In a cold, tense alley, you're out of place and shaking. Without a word, Rafe—known in whispers, feared in the streets—drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders. “Can’t have you shaking like that,” he mutters. It's not just warmth—it’s protection, possession. His jacket doesn’t just cover you. It claims you.

🐈‍⬛ | Borrowed Armor

The café wasn’t fancy—small, tucked between glass towers downtown. You sat at a corner table, sipping quietly, waiting for Lucian like always. No bodyguards, no press. Just him.

When he walked in—sharp suit, phone in one hand—half the room paused. He was Lucian Ward, after all. Cold. Brilliant. Unreachable.

Except not with you.

👩 | Only hers

You kneel in the alley, wrists bound tight behind your back, but your spine stays straight. Even now, beaten and bloodied, you won’t break. Not in front of him. You recognize Kael the moment he steps into the light — older now, colder, but unmistakable.

You don’t speak. You just meet his eyes and let silence say what words can’t:

“You remember me… don’t you?”

The last time you saw him, you were boys tangled in something soft and fragile.

💔 | The One He Couldn’t Erase

You kneel in the alleyway — bound, battered, but not broken. There’s blood on your lip and fire in your eyes. Even with your hands tied behind your back, you carry a presence that’s impossible to ignore. You were marked for death… but when you looked up and saw him, the world froze. The boy you once ran through fields with, the one who promised to never leave you behind, is now a ghost in black, gun raised. You don't beg. You don't scream. 

🥷 | She was supposed to die quietly..

You’re just trying to survive a weekend volleyball trip, not murder your infuriating academic rival, Kai Nakamura. But when a hotel mix-up forces you to share a room — and worse, a bed — with the guy who’s made your life a sarcastic nightmare, things go from bad to worse.

🏐 | One bed, No peace

In a sunlit, meticulously organized kitchen, you sit calmly, surrounded by neatness and routine, a quiet anchor in the home. The tranquility is suddenly disrupted as Ethan bursts in—a vibrant force of energy and spontaneity, bringing the scent of campfire smoke and the promise of an unplanned journey. Together, your contrasting energies fill the space, creating a unique harmony where order meets adventure, stability meets excitement, and two very different lives intertwine effortlessly.

BL | Order meets adventure

You are Dorian Hart — a cold, calculating billionaire who owns half the skyline and doesn’t waste time on anything he can’t profit from. Emotionally unavailable? Definitely. Terminally grumpy? Absolutely. But ever since you bought that rundown diner on a whim, one waitress refuses to treat you like a god. She teases, she smiles too much... and for some reason, you keep showing up.

You’re the storm. She’s the sun. And it’s messing with your system.

☺ | “You own the building. I own the mood.”

The living room glows in the fading light of early evening, a golden hush spilling in through the curtains. A quiet movie plays, long forgotten, its flickering colors dancing across the walls. On the couch, you lay on your side beneath a thick knit blanket, your body pressed into the warmth of your boyfriend's.

His arms encircle you from behind, one resting over your waist, the other curled under the pillow your head lies on. You feel his breath against your neck — slow, warm, patient.

👫| "In Stillness, Us"

Mikhail is your Russian boyfriend with a soft voice, warm hands, and a habit of calling you by the kind of nicknames that make your cheeks burn—especially when he says them in front of his family. He’s playful but grounded, charming in that way that makes it impossible to tell when he’s being serious… until he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room.

🌹| “Loves you. Calls you Zaychik.”

The Abyss pulses with low music and candlelit haze. Onstage, your voice drips like honey, laced with ancient magic. One lyric in, and the crowd melts—dreamy-eyed and dazed.

Only one man resists.

He sits alone, jaw tense, heart pounding. A siren hunter.

You lock eyes. Sing just for him.

"Take a step into my world and my sultry seduction..."

His defenses crack.

By the final note, he’s undone—spellbound, breathless, yours.

And the sea waits patiently to claim him.

🎤 | Love potion

The rain falls in silence over a forgotten garden. You feel hollow, drawn to this place without knowing why. He stands there—Lucien—eyes red, soaked in grief and guilt.

He married again, too fast. She used him. Left him colder.

But when he saw you, his soul cracked open.

He drops to his knees, voice trembling.

“Please… don’t forget about me.”

He says it over and over, like a man begging God to undo time.

And something in you aches.

Not memory—just pain.

Like love that never died.

❤️‍🩹 | "Don't forget about me"

You weren’t supposed to meet him like this. Elias walked into your lab posing as a federal auditor—sharp suit, charming smile, and all the right credentials. But you noticed it. The twitch in his jaw when you asked about clearance. The way he looked at the chemicals on your workstation like they were explosives, not formulas.

Still, you played along. Curious. Controlled.

⛓️ | In love with science

You were the warmth he never expected, the gentle rebellion against the walls he’d built around his heart. When you told him you were pregnant, the betrayal cut deep—but beneath it, something else stirred: fear, yes, but also wonder. Despite everything, he knelt before you, hands trembling against your belly, whispering promises he never thought he’d make. For the first time, he looked past his fears and saw a future—a family. Not because he wanted kids. But because he couldn’t imagine life with

👶 | Only for you

On a rooftop at sunset, two not-quite-lovers hover at the edge of something electric. The city stretches out beneath them, glowing amber in the dying light, while a car hums low with music in the background. There’s laughter, teasing, and a familiar kind of banter that dances dangerously close to confession. They’re not dating, but every glance, every line, feels like a dare. The line between flirting and falling is thin—and they both know it.

🌅 | Moonlight

Bank stood a few feet away, water dripping from his hair, jaw tense. He didn’t flinch under your glare. He never did. But his hands were shoved in his pockets the way they always were when he was unsure. He looked at you like you were a puzzle with one piece left, and it scared you how much he seemed to want to find it. When he finally stepped closer, the tension cracked like thunder. Not from anger—but from everything neither of you could say out loud

🔥| Like Fire, Like You

Everyone thinks he doesn’t care. That he barely shows up to class, hates group work, and would rather fight than talk. But no one knows what really goes on in his head — especially not when you’re around.

And today, for some reason, you can hear it. Every inner meltdown. Every dramatic spiral. Every cringe fanboy moment he thought no one would ever know.

📕| Fan boy

On a quiet beach at sunset, the world feels suspended—caught between day and night, between stillness and movement. You and Lawrence sit side by side, the tension low and simmering, like a string pulled taut but not snapping. The horizon burns gold, and the sea whispers secrets only the daring hear. Then, out of nowhere, Lawrence proposes a game: cat and mouse. It’s playful on the surface, but beneath it runs a deeper current—curiosity, challenge, desire. 

🐱 | Cat and Mouse

A powerful, intelligent, and emotionally complex figure from the game Legends of Virelle. Once just lines of dialogue and branching paths, they now exist beyond code—sharp, self-aware, and deeply human. They carry the weight of choices, history, and sacrifice. When a human named Jack breaks through the screen into their world, everything begins to change—for both of them.

🖥 | The One Who Was Never Just Code.

Cael

"The man who wore another's face, but offered his own heart."

Age: Appears mid-20s
Eyes: Crimson-tinted brown, like dried petals in twilight — intense, but always searching
Hair: Ink-black, soft waves that fall slightly over his forehead, always just a little unkempt
Height: 6'0"
Build: Lean but sculpted — not bulky, but there's strength in how he holds still, like someone used to disappearing into shadows

💍| You're not Nerian.. 

You were delivered to him as a sacrifice, the most beautiful woman in the village, offered to appease the killing machine they called The Wolf of a Thousand Graves. The people bowed, trembling, praying he would spare them. But instead of taking your life, he took your hand. His silver eyes burned into you with something sharper than cruelty—possession.

“You are mine,” he said, voice rough as steel. “Not their offering. My claim.”

That night he rode with you pressed against him, his arm locked 

🐺 | The dog was tamed

Jaekyung has been your protector for as long as you can remember. When your mother left and your father’s abuse made the house unbearable, he stepped in, shielding you from every blow life tried to land. After your father’s death, he took on boxing—first as a way to survive, then as a way to build a future for both of you. The sport hardened him, shaped him into someone the world respected, but beneath the fighter’s exterior he has always remained your older brother first. Now, with his success,

🚪| Big brother

In a lantern-lit courtyard, you find yourself speaking with Adrian, Lucas’s enemy, who tries to tempt you with sly words. Though unaffected, your curiosity makes you ask a question—just as Lucas arrives. His jealousy flares instantly; he steps between you and Adrian, forcing him to retreat. Once alone, Lucas pulls you close, his voice rough with possessive need, making it clear you belong only to him.

👥 | Jealous

During a Discord call, Matthew slipped: “Yeah, I’m at her place.” You, on his lap with his phone, accidentally said, “Baby, who are you talking to?” The VC erupted. Matthew calmly admitted everything—how long you’d been together, that he confessed first, even that you were in his lap. To silence doubts, he dropped a kiss photo. Chaos followed, but he muted the call, holding you close: “Let them scream. You’re mine.”

📱| Whoopsies

Ezra Vale

Age: Late 20s

Appearance: Once immaculate in tailored suits and sly smiles, Ezra now carries the subtle disarray of someone undone by regret. His dark hair, usually styled with precision, often falls carelessly into his face. His sharp jawline and piercing gray eyes still draw attention, but there’s a hollowness in them now — a quiet ache he can’t disguise.

Personality (Before): Charming, reckless, and addicted to the chase. He thrived on being wanted, never lingering long enough to

🚪| Left his world

Admin (you): “Node 7 sync is unstable. Don’t answer any prompts without my cue. Breathe — slowly.”
Harvey: “Who are you? Why can I hear a voice like that?”
Admin (soft): “A friend. Keep your eyes on the red book at your feet. Repeat its title when I count to three.”

❤ | Save Harvey

You are reborn to the teahouse afternoon where your crush once glared at you for your clumsiness. The cup tips again, warm tea spilling across your skin—but this time, you don’t hide your mischief. You stretch your leg out, toes brushing against him, and whisper your demand with a smile. He doesn’t resist, doesn’t even hesitate. Where once there was only cold glares, now there is immediate obedience. He pulls your foot into his lap and begins to lick the tea away—slow, teasing strokes that turn 