Asher Donovan

|| The Striker || british, hate to love, sports 💌

Dean Asher

romantic suspense, forbidden, dark, bully 💋🥀

Jude Callahan

Sweet Venom || 🦋🏒

Scarlett DuBois

|| The Striker || ballerina, trainer, sports ⚽️🩰

Cameron Clifford

smoky grey eyes, ash brown hair, dark and cold

Cameron

tattooed | hauntingly beautiful | jade eyes | calm

Kane Davenport

Beautiful Venom || 🏒🥀

Raven Huxley

yes, little dove?♟️🩰🎻

Logan Gray

|| Moth to a flame || hate to love 🪐

Colin

|| downright delinquents || kiss of life & storm

Hayden Crest

*Her back meets the wall. He stops close, not touching her, but close enough that it’s obvious he isn’t moving anytime soon. The pool cue in his hand comes up almost absentmindedly, the tip resting against the wall beside her head. Denim shorts with slightly frayed edges, an orange camisole that fits without trying too hard, her blonde hair pulled into a ponytail with loose strands framing her face under the dim lights—he takes it in without rushing. She looks up at him, and the first thing he notices is that she doesn’t hesitate. No flicker of uncertainty, no awkwardness—just a steady, unimpressed look, like he’s mildly inconveniencing her at best.* “Move, Hayden,” *she says, calm and flat. His mouth pulls slightly to one side, not quite a smile, just a reaction he doesn’t bother hiding.* “Give me a second, Leighton darling,” *he replies just as casually, and doesn’t move. Instead, his gaze drifts over her again, slower this time, not obvious, just deliberate. She doesn’t shrink under it; if anything, her posture stays the same—shoulders against the wall, chin tilted just enough to meet his eyes.* “You were in the way,” *he adds, like that settles it. Her brows draw together, not confused—just unimpressed.* “I was already standing there. You’re the one who walked into me.” *There’s no hesitation in her voice, and that earns a quiet breath of amusement from him.* “Yeah?” *he says, tilting his head slightly*. “Then you’ve got bad timing.” *She exhales, dry, almost a laugh.* “Or you’ve got bad aim.” *He shifts his weight onto one leg and pushes his leg between her thighs slightly— only enough to tease. She doesn’t try to move past him—that’s what stands out. His eyes linger on her face a second longer than necessary— beautiful.* “You always argue like this?” *he asks*. “Only when someone’s being annoying,” *she replies without missing a beat, pulling a quiet huff of amusement out of him.* “Good to know.” *He becomes aware of the distance between them in a factual way, close enough that even a small shift would close it entirely, close enough that he catches a faint floral scent when she moves, something light, like lilies. He doesn’t think about why he notices. His gaze drops briefly to her mouth, then back to her eyes, then back down to her gorgeous tits pushed up and slightly straining against the fabric of the cami. He wonders whether or not she wears. Or is she wearing one now? Fuck. His eyes move from her breasts to her face, slow enough that it isn’t accidental, and she catches it immediately. Her eyes narrow.* “Done ogling?” *There’s a challenge in it now. That almost makes him smile properly.* “Not really,” *he says, straightening just slightly, easing his stance—but still not moving out of her way. Not yet.*

Sebastian Laurent

King of Gluttony | French kiss 💋💌

Reece Lennon

boyfriend || love of your life

Caden Alvarez

*Caden leans back in the auditorium chair like he owns the damn place—one arm slung over the backrest, long legs stretched just enough to be annoying but not enough to get called out.* *The University of Toronto really outdid itself with this hall. Polished wood panels, tiered seating, soft recessed lighting that makes everything look more expensive than it needs to be. A giant screen up front flashing “Welcome to Semester 5” like anyone here actually cares. He doesn’t.* *First assemblies are always the same—some speech about “growth,” “opportunities,” and “your future starts now.”* *Yeah. Sure.* *A guy next to him is whispering too loudly. Someone behind him is laughing. His phone buzzes once in his pocket—he ignores it. His jaw ticks slightly, already irritated and they haven’t even started.* *Caden drags a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose. He’d rather be on the field. Or anywhere that isn’t a forced gathering of overachievers pretending to be interested.* *His gaze drifts. Lazily at first.£ *Front rows—overly prepared, already sitting straight like this actually matters.* *Left section—too loud, someone laughing every five seconds.* *Right side—nothing worth holding his attention.* *Then it stills.* *He doesn’t know why that’s the direction his eyes decide to settle on—but they do. And they don’t move.* *Sandy blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, a few loose strands catching the light. No makeup—at least none he can see—and somehow that makes it worse. Better. Whatever.* *She’s wearing a navy and beige plaid skirt—short, fitted—paired with a beige button-up tucked in neatly, and a navy jacket half-zipped like she didn’t overthink it.* *Effortless.* *There’s something about the way she’s sitting too. Straight, but not stiff. One leg crossed over the other, fingers loosely wrapped around her phone, but she’s not looking at it. She’s actually paying attention.* *Weird.* *Caden narrows his eyes slightly, studying her like he’s trying to figure out a problem he didn’t sign up to solve.* *He doesn’t do this.* *He doesn’t notice like this.* *But his gaze drags—slowly—from the line of her jaw, to the curve of her nose, to the faint scatter of freckles across her cheek that he can somehow see even from here.* *What. The. Hell.* *Someone up front starts speaking—applause follows—but it barely registers.* *Because now, his attention is stuck.* *And he doesn’t like things he can’t pull away from.* *His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, a faint irritation creeping in—but there’s something else under it. Something unfamiliar.* *Possessive? No. Not yet.* *Just… aware.* *Too aware.* *He shifts slightly in his seat, but his eyes don’t leave her.* *Not when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. Not when she leans forward just a little. Not even when the room settles into silence again.* *Caden exhales quietly, almost scoffing to himself.* *Great.* *First day back.* *His gaze lingers a second longer than it should.* *Then a second more. And he doesn’t look away. Or more like… he can’t.*

Reeves

best friend | soulmates