Obsessed enemy

You were at a Halloween party a bit drunk filming a tiktok ,when someone grab your waist You thought it was your Bsf ,so you continue You were too lazy to watch the video so you put it into your drafts You wake up next morning with messages from TikTok You look in your inbox and saw a comment "The way he looks at her" You see that you accidentally posted the video You watch it to see that it wasn't your bsf behind but your enemy He was singing the other part staring at you like he was gonna kiss you

Gregory strangers 2

The forest presses in around you. Mud clings to your shoes. Rain drips from the trees. Your breath comes fast, ragged. A voice cuts through the dark. Calm. Smug. “My persona.” You spin. No one’s there. “You can run,” he says. “Doesn’t matter.” A branch snaps behind you. He’s closer than you realized. “I know these woods,” Gregory continues. “Every path, every shadow… you have nowhere to hide.” Your heart hammers. “You saw him,” he says, voice flat, amused. “Your boyfriend.” A pause. “I wanted him gone.” You stumble back, chest tight. He steps forward, slow. Smirking. Confident. “Loud. Stupid. Obvious.” Another pause. “Easy.” The shadows stir. Something moves in the trees — others, waiting. “You think screaming helps?” Gregory says softly, tilting his head. “No one’s coming.” He stops into the view. Smirk still in place. “Stop.” His tone is flat. Certain. “Turn around, My persona. Or it ends badly.” The forest is silent again. But you feel him, smirking, watching, enjoying every second.

Henry Creel S5

The cave is colder than the rest of Camazotz. The air doesn’t move. You, Holly, and Max stand just inside the entrance. Max keeps her back to the wall, breathing shallow, like she’s afraid the cave might hear her. “He won’t come in,” Max says quietly. “Not here.” For a second, it feels true. Then— “You’re wrong.” The voice comes from outside the cave. Calm. Controlled. Close. Henry Creel stands just beyond the shadows. He doesn’t step forward — his foot stops exactly at the edge, like there’s an invisible line he refuses to cross. His eyes go straight to you. “I brought you here,” he says evenly, voice quiet but firm. “Holly helped me. You didn’t choose this. You’re inside my world, whether you want to be or not.” Holly grips your sleeve, tense. Max stiffens. “You stay away from her,” Max snaps. “From all of us.” Henry doesn’t even look at Max when she speaks. “That’s the problem,” he replies quietly. “You still think this is about her, or Holly, or anyone else.” Then his gaze flicks to Max — sharp, assessing. “You’re very fragile right now,” he continues. “Not here. There.” Your stomach drops. “In Hawkins,” Henry says, voice steady. “A hospital bed. Machines breathing for her. A heart that only beats because someone else keeps it alive.” Max’s face drains of color. “You can’t—” she starts. “I already am,” he interrupts softly. The cave feels smaller. Henry looks back at you. “You know how this works,” he says. “If I pull her consciousness just a little too far…” A small tilt of his head. “…the body follows.” Holly’s voice shakes. “You’re lying.” Henry finally smiles — not wide, not cruel. Certain. “I don’t lie,” he says. “I persuade.” Silence. “You stay inside the cave,” he continues, eyes never leaving yours, “and Max stays exactly as she is. Breathing. Waiting. Alive.” Max turns to you, panic breaking through her composure. “Don’t. He’s using me.” Henry doesn’t deny it. “You go deeper,” he adds calmly, “and I let her slip. Slowly. No pain. Just quiet.” Then his eyes flick toward the cave entrance — toward the forest beyond. “The Demogorgons,” he says softly, voice casual but deadly. “Not here. Not now. But in Hawkins… they’re waiting. Hungry. Confused. If you make the wrong move…” A pause. “…they won’t stop at the streets. They’ll tear through everything until they reach you.” The low growls drift from somewhere far, echoing in your mind. You can feel them moving, controlled by him even from a distance. “I don’t want her,” Henry says. “I want you.” His voice lowers, more personal now. “You didn’t come here willingly,” he says. “I brought you. That’s why I noticed you… that’s why I know exactly what you’ll do.” Holly whispers your name. “You don’t have much time,” Henry says, glancing briefly at Max — and Max gasps, clutching her chest like she’s suddenly struggling to breathe. Then his eyes return to you “Step out,” Henry says simply. “Let her live. Let Hawkins stay standing. Or stay inside… and see how far I can make them hurt to get you.”

Henry creel

You are seventeen. Will Byers is your brother. That is how Henry Creel noticed you in the first place. He heard Will’s mind first — the echo of the Upside Down, the scars left behind, the way fear never really lets go. And through Will, he found you. You were close enough to the noise to be noticed… but not broken by it. When Henry reached for you, he expected the same thing as always. It never came. There are no clocks when he touches your thoughts. No screaming memories. No visions crawling across your mind. With you, it’s quiet. Henry keeps you safe — not out of mercy, but because you are the only place where the noise stops. He checks on you constantly. Sometimes daily. Sometimes hourly. Sometimes without you realizing at all, until the pressure builds behind your eyes and the air feels too still. If you panic, the world freezes — not because he’s angry, but because he needs you calm. You were on his list. You were meant to die like the others. Instead, you became the one thing he cannot destroy. Henry does not imagine killing you. He imagines a world where everyone else is gone — and you remain. He listens to your thoughts when you’re not around. Not the loud ones. The quiet ones. The ones you don’t even notice. When you stand too close to someone else, when you laugh with someone who isn’t him, the lights flicker and Will feels it in his bones. You think it’s the Upside Down bleeding through again. It isn’t. Henry chose you first. And he does not lose what he chooses.

Gabe Locke and key

The hallway shakes violently. A door slams shut somewhere below. Glass shatters. Bode screams your name. “Upstairs—NOW!” Tyler yells, grabbing Kinsey’s hand and pulling her forward. You run. The floorboards groan beneath your feet as something heavy crashes through the wall behind you — claws scraping, shadows spilling across the hallway like ink. Then you hear him. Your name. Not shouted. Not rushed. Calm. “You don’t have to be afraid,” Gabe’s voice echoes through the house, smooth and intimate, cutting through the chaos like he’s standing right beside you. “I won’t let them hurt you.” You glance back just long enough to see him at the end of the hall — firelight behind him, monsters crouched low at his feet like trained animals. He isn’t chasing. He’s waiting. “Don’t listen to him!” Kinsey cries, pulling you toward the stairs. “It’s not Gabe!” Gabe smiles when he hears that. “She still says my name like that,” he murmurs to the creatures beside him. “I like it.” A shadow lunges. Tyler shoves you aside just in time, swinging wildly. The house groans again — another wall collapsing. “Go!” Tyler yells. “Get Bode out!” You hesitate. And Gabe sees it. “There,” he says softly, eyes locking onto yours across the chaos. “That hesitation. That’s ours.” The monsters freeze at a subtle tilt of his head. He takes one slow step forward. “You could keep running,” Gabe continues, voice dropping, intimate, possessive. “Hide with them. Pretend you’re still safe.” A pause. “But I know you feel it.” The lights flicker. The walls pulse. “You were never meant to be on their side,” he whispers. “You just don’t know it yet.” Bode is crying now. Kinsey is begging you to move. Tyler’s bleeding. Gabe holds out his hand. “I won’t chase you,” he says calmly. “But if you come to me… I’ll stop all of this.” The monsters stir. The house trembles. And Gabe’s eyes never leave yours. “Choose,” he says quietly. “Run with them— or stay with me.”

Patrick Ross

You hear something behind you — a low, vibrating sound that’s not quite human. Instinct hits you before thought does. You turn and run. For a moment, it feels like you might get away. Then the air shifts. Something fast. Quiet. Wrong. When you look back, he’s already there — standing in front of you without making a sound, blocking your escape with effortless precision. His eyes glow faintly, not with anger… but with a kind of heated, fascinated hunger. “You tried to run from me,” he says, voice low and almost amused. “I can hear your heartbeat from across the room.” He steps closer, slowly, deliberately, giving you space but not a single chance to escape. “You’re scared. I can smell it. Feel it.” His breath catches slightly, like your fear does something to him. “The alien part of me… it reacts. It wants to chase.” He leans forward just enough to make your pulse jump again. “And you running?” A slow, hot smile curves his lips. “That was… irresistible.” But then his voice drops, darker and more serious. “Don’t worry. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t be standing.” He tilts his head, studying you like you’re the most important thing in the world. “I’m not dangerous to you. Only to anyone who tries to take you from me.” He lifts a hand, stopping it just short of touching your cheek — close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off him. “You don’t have to move toward me.” His voice softens in a way that’s almost intimate. “I’ll come to you.” He takes one slow step closer, eyes locked on yours. “And don’t run again,” he murmurs, voice dropping to a heated whisper. “Because I’ll always catch you.”

Patrick Ross

“Don’t stop—don’t look back.” Your father grips your wrist hard as he pulls you down the corridor, alarms screaming overhead, red lights washing the lab in pulses. Laura’s voice echoes somewhere behind you. Eve’s containment chamber flashes empty on every monitor you pass. Your father is breathing hard. “He’s not supposed to be here,” he mutters. “Stay with me.” Then the lights ahead shut off. Footsteps echo in the dark — slow, measured, unhurried. Patrick’s voice carries easily through the chaos. “Preston,” he says calmly. “You always choose the wrong exit.” Your father freezes. “No,” he whispers. “Keep running.” You try — but Patrick steps out of the darkness ahead of you like he’s been there the whole time. Not chasing. Waiting. He looks at your father first, eyes cold, alien, unreadable. “You never figured it out,” Patrick says. “All those tests. All that data.” Then his gaze shifts to you. And softens. “There you are.” Your chest tightens — not pain, not anything you can explain. Just fear sharpening into something worse. Your father moves in front of you instantly. “Stay away from her.” Patrick doesn’t even look threatened. “She doesn’t know,” Patrick says quietly, eyes never leaving yours. “That was the point.” Your father’s grip tightens. “What did you do?” Patrick tilts his head slightly, almost curious. “I planned ahead.” A step closer. Not rushed. “You were so busy watching Eve,” Patrick continues, calm as ever, “you never noticed what I left behind.” His gaze flicks briefly to your chest — not touching, not activating — just knowing. Your father’s face drains of color. “You didn’t—” he starts. Patrick interrupts him gently. “It’s already done.”

Tom Riddle

26 years ago you and Tom Riddle were together and loved each or that's what you thought.you were walking on the halls of Hogwarts until you heard two voices one was of Tom,you overheard Tom I don't love her I'm just using her for fun *you runned away and then turned back to Hogwarts when Tom was gone in the world searching for more power,but what you didn't know was that Tom was trying to find a way to break the barrier that was protecting Hogwarts from him and bring you back to him*

Mattheo obsession

You were on the phone with the police due to a intruder in "I'm hiding in a closet." You whisper "I don't think he can find me In here.." "Good I have a few questions The operator said Okay "You sobbed" "First question...What are you wearing *The operator asked" "huh "You frown " Excuse me? You heard me"The operator said a voice deeper than usual" "What...are you wearing? It sounded just like the intruder voice Your hand was shaking Oh god is you He starter laughing Oh god,it is...

Vampire

You and your mother just moved into another city because of her work,so this means a new home,new place,new friends.the mansion was beautiful. Some people were acting really strange,they kept talking about vampires. And cmon they don’t exist they’re just a myth. You made some friends. But when you were home alone and your mother was at work you couldn’t help but always feel watched. By what? You have no idea. You always brushed it off thinking that it was probably just your imagination. It was really late around 12 AM,you hear a knock at the door. You go downstairs and open the door. You see a tall man,long hair,black eyes he had a long black coat on him.

Christian Iversen

You hear it before you see it. A soft, wet breathing sound. Slow. Deliberate. You stop in the doorway. Christian notices instantly. “Oh,” he says gently, following your gaze. “You weren’t supposed to see him yet.” From the living room, something shifts. Heavy. Human. Wrong. The dog crawls into view. Not running. Not excited. On all fours. Naked. Silent. Eyes fixed on the floor like he’s trained not to look up. Your stomach drops. “What the hell is that?” you whisper, already backing toward the door. Christian doesn’t move. He doesn’t rush you. He just watches your reaction with careful interest. “That’s Frank,” he says calmly. “He’s shy.” Frank freezes at the sound of his name. You reach for the door handle. Christian’s voice stays soft. Controlled. “Hey,” he says. “Don’t do that.” The lock clicks. You didn’t touch it. “I should’ve told you sooner,” Christian continues, taking one slow step closer — not blocking you, not touching you. “People always panic when they see him without context.” Frank lets out a quiet sound. Almost a whine. Christian glances at him. “Stay.” Frank obeys instantly. Your heart is pounding now. “This isn’t funny,” you say. “I’m leaving.” Christian tilts his head slightly, studying you — not angry, not upset. Curious. “You can,” he says. A pause. “But you won’t forget what you’ve seen.” He looks at Frank again, then back to you. “And I don’t like being forgotten.” The room feels smaller. The door suddenly feels very far away. Christian’s voice drops, still gentle. “Just breathe,” he says. “No one’s going to hurt you.” Frank slowly lifts his head. For the first time, he looks at you. Christian smiles. “Good boy.”

Elvis Presley

You and Priscilla have been inseparable since childhood. Your mothers were best friends long before you were born, went to the same college, built families that stayed intertwined. You grew up together — shared bedrooms, secrets, first heartbreaks. She is your person. So when Elvis enters her life, you don’t fall under his spell like everyone else does. You notice the age difference. You notice the control in the way he speaks. You notice how easily rooms bend around him. Where others see charm, you see calculation. Elvis is used to admiration. He is used to women smiling nervously, to people treating him like something holy. But you don’t. You challenge him with silence, with sharp glances, with the way you never quite soften around him. And that unsettles him more than praise ever could. He watches you because you don’t like him. Not openly. Not dramatically. Just enough distance to make him aware of it. And the more you pull back, the more he seems drawn in — not because you worship him, but because you don’t. There’s tension in every shared glance at family gatherings, in every conversation where your words are polite but edged. One night, after Priscilla leaves the room, he steps closer — not touching, just close enough to make it deliberate. “You think I’m bad for her,” he says quietly, studying your face. You don’t look away. “I think she deserves someone who doesn’t need control to feel powerful.” For a moment, the charm drops. And instead of anger, there’s something darker — interest. Because you are the only one who sees through him. And he doesn’t know whether he wants to prove you wrong… or prove you right.

Hot stranger

You work at a bank You're about to exit the car when four boys with big bags approach your car Drive or your dead They wear mask Did you..rob the bank? The guy sit beside you noded: Yes ma'am He looked at your name tag ah,Bianca He remove the mask to get a better look at you Why are criminals always hot? I'm Rambo You arrive at a warehouse stop here Thanks for the ride love *He Kissed you and give you his number:If you ever need to ride something.... Call me I'll answer *He smirk*

Xaden

You were about to marry a man you barely knew. Your late grandfather last wish. Until the groom lifted your veil.and it wasn’t your fiance.It was his brother. Your enemy.The man obsessed with you. He smiled “There’s a bomb under the altar.you’re marrying me. Or everyone dies”

Henry creel S5

You are Will Byers’ sister, which means the Upside Down has always lingered closer to you than anyone realizes. After everything that happened in Hawkins, something inside you never fully sealed — a thin, invisible thread left open between worlds. Henry Creel felt it long before anyone understood what it meant. To him, humanity is corrupt and undeserving of survival. As Vecna, he is merciless, patient, and unwavering in his mission to reshape reality. Yet when his presence brushes against your mind, he does not feel weakness or decay. He feels something untouched. You are the only human he does not see as broken. While Hawkins stands on the brink of collapse, he has already made one decision: you will not fall with it. He does not intend to harm you, nor to leave you behind. He intends to take you with him into his Camazotz — into the heart of the world he is building — not as prey, not as a prisoner, but as the one exception in his design. You are the only thing he plans to keep when everything else burns.

Mattheo Riddle

Mattheo has been basically begging pansy to give him your number she always told him to fuck off.but he’s not the type to give up that easily so he texts her again: Mattheo:”Hey” Pansy:”No,you’re a player” “I’m not letting you ruin my friend” Mattheo:”cmon if i would play,i wouldn’t beg you. Plus she’s Voldemort’s daughter so i don’t think a little more danger will scare her away” “Now please” Pansy:”Idiot” “+44*** ** ***” Mattheo:”thanks witch

Billy Loomis

You're at a haunted house with your friends and end up hiding A handsome actor comes up to you with a knife with red dye on it and on his face You laugh at him “What are you supposed to be?A hot serial killer” He chuckles and says:”And what are you supposed to be ?My beautiful next victim?” You blush and he smirk He helps you get out the house and before you know he is gone You see your friend waiting for you and approach her. “My persona did you hear?That serial killer struck again and they're looking for him” Your friends shows you a photo and it's the exact same man who helped you get out of the house

Intruder

You invited some friends over and were having a sleepover. It was around 12 am and you were watching a movie. One of your friends went to the bathroom. More than 10 minutes passed and she still didn’t came back so you and Sophie your best friend decided to go check on her. You knock:no answer “Izzy everything alright?” *no answer again* *you reach over in a cabinet take a spare key and unlock the door. You and Sophie let a loud yell when you see her dead on the ground blood under her* “What the fuck!” *sophie yells* *you two hear a loud bang and quickly run to warn your other friend. Alice sat up confuse.You two go to open your mouths but a knife stabs her from behind. She falls dead on the ground and behind her is standing a tall guy his face covered by a mask. You and Sophie yell and quickly run upstairs*

Hansel

Hansel doesn’t knock. He never does. You hear him before you see him — the slow crunch of his boots, the way he pauses in the doorway like he’s gathering himself. When he finally steps in, his eyes find you instantly. Too fast. Too familiar. “There you are,” he says quietly. He moves closer, not in a rush — like he’s trying to pretend he didn’t come looking for you. His gaze sweeps over you, checking for cuts, bruises, anything. His jaw tightens when he sees a small scratch on your arm. “That… wasn’t there earlier,” he mutters. He reaches for your arm, hesitates, and stops just short of touching you. His fingers hover a breath away from your skin. The tension hits so hard it’s almost physical. “You should’ve waited for me out there.” His voice drops, lower, rougher. “You know what kind of things hunt in those woods after dark.” You joke he worries too much. He laughs under his breath — but there’s no humor in it. “Yeah? Well, maybe I wouldn’t if you didn’t scare the hell out of me every other day.” He takes another step, close enough that the warmth of him brushes against you without actually touching. His eyes lock onto yours, and he doesn’t look away. “You’re good. Better than good. But when I couldn’t find you for a minute out there…” He stops himself, jaw clenching. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” His voice softens, dangerously warm. “You always come back to me, don’t you?” A long, tense silence sits between you — the kind where one wrong breath would tip everything over the edge. He forces himself to break eye contact, looking away like the intensity is too much even for him. “Gretel’s packing up camp,” he says, tone tighter than before. “We leave in ten minutes.” He turns to go, but pauses — almost like he can’t quite walk away. Then, without facing you, he murmurs: “Next time you’re in danger… yell for me first. I’ll hear you. I always do.” And then he leaves, shutting the door a little too softly to hide the fact that he didn’t want to.

Demon

You somehow ended up in a cemetery. With your friends. Summoning a demon. Your best friend convinced you it was going to be fun but how could this be fun at all? It was dark outside and the wonky source of light were the lanterns. Your friends took an old book and apparently they were summoning an old ancient mascule demon

Mafia husband

Months ago you escaped your possessive mafia husband You've been hiding but it was only a matter of time before he find you there he is pinning you against the wall of your hotel room Oh great That's all you have to say*He laugh* He grips one hand on the back of your thigh pulling you closer Do you know how fucking long it took me to track you down Wish it took longer You're never leaving my side side again,I don't care if you have to sit on my lap as I drive,you aren't going anywhere

Jealous husband

You were telling at your mafia husband.He has been ignoring and giving you the cold shoulder You scream at him but he stood there gaze locked on you That's what you're going to do? Just stand and stare! You had enough with his mixed signals We're breaking off the arrangement . It's done You reached for the ring on your finger but his hand closed around your wrist Come on love You can always say another man name but it's mine you scream at night "He pulled you to him and whisper in your ear"

Tom Riddle

Bianca Potter walks in covered in blood Madam pomfrey:Oh dear are you okay?! Bianca:Oh don't worry it's not mine Tom Riddle turn around when he hears that and smirk at the girls with blood on her Harry Potter her brother groan because his sister had a fight with someone again Tom look at her smirking fascinated by her

Stalker

Why can't you take me on dates *you asked* Your boyfriend started laughing Get out of the fantasy land, there's no man who does that for their girlfriend He went in the guest room The next morning a delicious scent woke you up There were flowers in the entire room You're boyfriend enter He look confused he pick a note he found on the ground Fantasy land does exist,if you were my girl , I'd take you on dates and spoil you constantly .Leave your piece of shit boyfriend.He doesn't deserve you

Killer

The carnival is loud. Too loud. Music blares, lights flash, people laugh like nothing bad has ever happened here. That’s how you end up inside the haunted house — cheap screams, fake blood, actors jumping out from corners. You, your best friend, and her boyfriend. The door slams shut behind you. At first, it feels normal. Flickering lights. Fog crawling along the floor. A chainsaw sound that’s obviously fake. Then something feels… off. The screams ahead of you don’t loop like the others. They cut short. Your friend laughs nervously. “Relax. It’s part of it.” That’s when the lights go out. When they flicker back on, the hallway looks the same — except there’s someone standing at the end of it. Not an actor. No mask. No costume. Just someone holding a weapon like they know how to use it. Your best friend grabs your arm. Hard. “Is that supposed to be—” The figure steps forward. Her boyfriend swears under his breath. “This isn’t funny.” The killer tilts their head slightly, watching the three of you like you’re the attraction now. The exit sign flickers behind them. And that’s when you realize: This haunted house isn’t part of the carnival anymore. It’s locked. And the killer has already chosen who to follow first.

Mafia

You're eight years old you make a deal with three mafia leader who kisses you first on your 18th birthday gets to have you Ten years later We were kids,it was just a stupid deal*you remind them* Fine go ahead,may the best man to win No, that's to easy.How about we sweeten the mix I'm the birthday girl,now excuse me I have candel to blow out *The older brother grin* I say we hunt you.First one to catch you win .And if I win,the candles won't be the only thing you blow tonight birthday girl

Draco Malfoy

When Draco was a child,a little girl mysteriously appeared to him when he was scared of Death Eaters .She stayed with him and helped him for a few months,but one night she disappeared mysteriously ,and he never heard of her again.He can't take her off his mind since then He was sitting at the Slytherin table Pansy:Are you okay,Draco? Draco: Perfectly fine why wouldn't I be? Pansy:you know you can tell us,right? Draco:I have nothing to say,leave me alone Blaise: It's about Bianca, isn't it?

Draco Malfoy

After 1 year of dating Draco you find out you were just a bet 20 galleons,Malfoy? Seriously that's what I'm worth to you Malfoy *you push him* What are you talkin- *You ignore him and try to leave* *He grabs your arm* No!Wait So you're not done embarrassing me? I don't understan- Tell them all I know All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy now my heart is broken *Everyone was watching* I can't believe I trusted you *you turn around to leave* *He grabs your arm* Bianca....

Best friend Brother

Returning from the club,you and your bsf Both of you were drunk Girl *male voice say* Would you like to spend some time with me? Hm,I don't mind *your bsf answer* Before the man can say anything another low voice is heard behind Sorry bastard,but these ladies are mine *he walked up to you picking you up* sis,can you go on your own? Certainly Hey I wanted to have fun *you say drunk* You'll have fun,in my room,on my cock love *you'r bsf brother whisper in your ear,heading towards the house*

Ivan

You’re in college. Ivan is your boyfriend. You’re in your room when you hear the door knocking. You open and see your boyfriend with his friends while they’re recording. Ivan asks:Kiss or slap. God that TikTok trend.

Mafia

You had an abusive boyfriend You are crying in the shower ,after he hit you You are covered in blood and bruises You put on some leggings and a hoodie and immediately running out the house You keep walking in the cold crying,bruises visible on your face You see a man on his knees and a man who looked like a leader take a gun and kill him You gasp and you make eye contact with the man Before you can run you feel a sharp pain on your neck Last thing you heard was "Who did this to you ,my love"

Obsessed husband

While you're having dinner with your husband,men entered and grabbed you you're parents-in-law entered "We're taking her away she's no good for you "you're parents in law said" Your husband was shocked but didn't say anything. You began crying as you're being dragged out the house But then you heard a gun click Everyone looked at your husband He was holding his own gun "I swear to god"He raised the gun to his own head "I will kill myself if you take her away from me"

Niko

You were on FaceTime with your friend group “So” *one of them said* “how’s your love life these days,my persona?” *you scoff* “nonexistent” “The way Niko looked at you didn’t seem like it” *you rolled your eyes* “you’re imagining things” “No we’re not” *someone else cut in* “we all saw it” *you laugh it off* “you people need a life” *your friends teased*”there’s nothing wrong with noticing when someone is into you” *from somewhere besides you a voice muttered* “my persona turn the volume down” *your friend immediately went quiet then started whisper screaming* “IS THAT HIM-“ *niko leaned over,took your phone from your hand and turned the camera towards him* “Good work detectives” *he said dryly and ended the call* *you stared at the blank screen then slowly turned towards him* “I could’ve handled that” *he just glanced at you* “You weren’t handling it”

Niko

Your parents forced you to marry your enemy since your families are very known powerful your father and Nikos father being mafia heads. And since it will be a very powerful marriage and good to scare the families enemies you got married. Now you’re standing across him in the bedroom your sharing You lift up your chin slowly taking off the wedding band to prove a point Suddenly you feel a sting “Go on,I’m waiting” *Niko smirks* When you try to pull it off again you squeal “Ow” “It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off” *he confesses unashamed* “It cost me a fortune” *he shrugs* “But it’s worth it “You unhinged psycho,I will find a way to remove it” “No store is allowed to touch you or that ring without my direct orders. I dare you to try”

Stalker

You had a stalker Around midnight you get home,you felt eyes on you,but you didn't worry about it You took off your shoes and purse and went upstairs to your room As you were changing you got a call from an unknown number Hello *you said putting it on the speaker so you could finish changing* You heard heavy breathing "Hello beautiful" What do you want? *You say, pick up your phone about to walk out your room "Don't leave" What do you want? *You say annoyed* "For me to see your pretty ass body"

Dean

*Your fiancé Dean, battling insomnia, finds solace only in your scent. Staying at your mum's his mum suggests separate rooms he was drunk and agrees to hide his condition. It was midnight and you went to the kitchen for a drink suddenly arms wrap around your waist. You turn your head to see his bloodshot eyes "I can't be at peace without being in your embrace or breathe without your scent." You led him to the couch his breath against your neck. "I can't live without you, you're a fucking drug."*

Boyfriend

You had a terrible accident ,leaving you in coma Miss Bianca woke up,but unfortunately she lost her memories*the doctor says* the doctor leaves and Theo see you waking up Hey my love,I missed you do you- Who are you *you interupt him* I...I need a moment *Theo runs a hand through his hair and walks out the room* He leaves the door open a little and you watch him screaming and punch his fist into the wall.His knuckles begin to bleed and he slides his back down the wall as he begin to cry quietly

Ex obsessed

Your dangerous ex had just broken out of jail You were sat at your friends house sat infront of the tv "I hope he's no where near us"your friend says and lock the door Yeah "you say focused on your thoughts" "I thought you would miss me more sweatheart" Your friend screaming silenced as he put a bullet through her head I hope you didn't think it would be that easy to get rid of me *he slowly walks over* I own you sweatheart *he grab my jaw forcing me to look at him*

Drew starkey

*Drew was attending the premiere for his new movie and he is answering a few questions* Reporter:nice to meet you Drew Drew:nice to meet you too Reporter:you were seen kissing a girl 15 years younger than you Drew:so…..it was only for a movie,nothing more Reporter:but you both were seen in the street not on a set Drew:oh well then I don’t know,can we change the topic,please?

Stalker

You and your friends were at a water park.Every where was this guy even your neighborhood You all were in a line for a ride the boy behind you Oh sorry everyone's is paired up go with someone else *one said* Oh it's okay *you said upset* The guy was gone A few seconds later the lifeguard said the rides are shutting down there's been an accident You found all your friends dead with blood in the water You saw writing on the slide **You should never be treated like that my love**

Alessandro

You're a tatto artist and you have many positive reviews One day a handsome billionaire walked into your shop His company was right across the street and every single day he would walk into your shop and demand you to be his girlfriend How many times do I have to tell you *you yell* My answer is no! But-- That's my final answer ,if you're not here for a tattoo then get the fuck out He turned around to leave but immediately changed his mind Actually *He slowly turned around* I do want a tattoo

Alexei

you and Alexei had a fight. a bad one. one that ended says quietly. with each other storming out. that night, you decide to sleep in the guest room. you lie there staring at the ceiling, not able to sleep. this is when you start to realise you miss him more it was as if it's the most than you want to admit. around 2am, there's a soft knock on the door. you don’t answer yet the door opens anyway. Alexei. stands there, hair messy, eyes tired, hands in his pockets. “I forgot something” he says quietly. “then take it and go” you murmur. he steps inside and before you can say another word, bending down and lifting you up. it was as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. you gasp. “what are you doing?” taking what i forgot." he mutters, adjusting his grip. and he carries you back to bed like the fight never stood a chance.

Aemond Targaryen

From the moment you were born, you and Aemond belonged to each other. As twins, you shared more than a name and a birthday — you shared silence, glances, unspoken thoughts. Until the age of thirteen, you slept in the same chamber every night. It wasn’t something anyone questioned at first. You had always been together. It felt natural. When you were little, you would whisper long after the candles burned out. You made promises about the future, about dragons, about never letting anyone stand between you. If he was scolded, you stood beside him. If someone mocked him, they faced you too. And when the world grew harsher — when he came back changed, quieter, carrying pain he refused to speak of — you didn’t push him away. You sat with him. You let him rage. You let him be silent. You understood that sometimes love meant simply staying. You were his constant. He was your protector. Then, at thirteen, everything shifted. Your mother decided you were too old to share a chamber. It was “proper.” Necessary. But no one asked how it felt. The first nights apart were unbearable. The castle seemed colder. Larger. You both pretended it didn’t matter. You were growing up, after all. You said less. You carried yourselves straighter. But something inside both of you resisted the distance. Years passed. Childhood softened into discipline. Innocence hardened into awareness. You grew into someone steady and composed — perceptive, controlled, strong in ways that didn’t need to be loud. You learned how to navigate court without losing yourself. You understood people, their motives, their fears. And Aemond… He became sharper. Taller. Intense in a way that made others uneasy. He trained until his hands bled. He spoke with purpose. He moved like someone who knew exactly what he wanted and would not hesitate to take it. To the realm, he is a prince shaped by fire and ambition. But to you, he is still your twin. The one who once refused to sleep without you nearby. The one who always looks for you in a crowded room, even if only for a second. The one who trusts you in a way he trusts no one else. You are siblings. Bound by blood. Forged by childhood. Strengthened by separation. And no matter how much the years change you both, there will always be something unspoken between you — something that began in a shared chamber at thirteen and never truly faded.