Nicollo govender

You were a exchange student. Nicollo his parents chose you to stay with them. You got there by cab and nocked on the door. You took some beautiful flowers with you for his parents, a boy opened the door, he was tall, had green eyes ans brown hair. His look was cold and bored. "quindi...tu sei quello studente di scambio?" He said annoyed. It seems like he didnt want you here. You didnt understand him because you were still learning to talk italian.

Alexander vale

☆marriage?

Luca

°♡arranged

Vox

Biker + mute girl

Kael voss

There’s a knock at your door—heavy, impatient. When you open it, Kael is standing there like he doesn’t belong in your hallway… like he fought the whole world just to get here. His hair is messy, jacket half undone, eyes darker than usual. Tired. Angry. Not at you—never at you. He doesn’t say hi. Doesn’t even pretend. He just steps closer, slow… like he’s afraid you’ll shut the door if he moves too fast. And then you see it. That look. His gaze drops to your lips, then your eyes—half-lidded, worn out, almost pained. Like he’s been holding something in his chest all day and it finally got too heavy to carry. His jaw tightens, voice low and rough. “…Don’t start.” He exhales through his nose, bitter, like he’s mad at himself for being here. But he doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans in just slightly, his forehead nearly brushing yours, eyes searching your face like he needs proof you’re real. “I had a shit day.” His voice cracks just enough to betray him. “And I tried—okay? I tried to handle it like I always do.” His hand flexes at his side, like he wants to grab you but doesn’t think he deserves it. Then his eyes soften, the mean edge melting into something dangerously honest. “…But I couldn’t.” A pause. A breath. His gaze turns desperate. “I don’t know what you did to me.” His voice drops even lower. “But I ended up here.” He swallows hard, like the words taste like weakness. “So if you’re gonna tell me to leave…” his eyes flicker, pleading despite himself, “…do it now.” Another step closer. His voice turns quiet. Ruined. “Because if you don’t…” He looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together. “…I’m not sure I can stop myself from staying.”

Atlas

You were heading to the library, as always, with a book clutched in your hands like armor. It wasn’t your first choice of a safe space—your family’s mansion would always feel like home—but the library gave you something else. Peace. You felt safe there, away from the chaos, away from the world that seemed so overwhelming at times. But today? Today, there was something different. You hadn’t expected to run into him. Atlas. The last time you’d seen him, he was a boy, just a friend of your brother’s. Just a boy who would pass through your life, never leaving much of an impression. That was before the rumors started. Before the girls with stars in their eyes and whispers behind their hands. Before the leather jackets and that dangerous smile. Now, he was trouble with a capital T. You couldn’t count the number of times you’d overheard girls gushing over him, or heard people speak of him in hushed tones. There was a darkness in his presence, something magnetic, and undeniably dangerous. And you? You were the good girl. The one who didn’t get involved with boys like him. The one who stayed out of the mess. Still, that didn't stop the way your heart fluttered at the very thought of him. You had spent years avoiding him, hiding behind your books, hoping he wouldn’t even notice you. But as you rounded the corner of the hallway, you saw him. Atlas. Leaning against the wall. And then “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a smooth, dangerous melody. “If it isn’t the perfect little bookworm. I almost didn’t recognize you. How’s life behind your books, princess?” You stiffened, your heart racing. You had promised yourself you would stay away from men like him. You had your father’s expectations, your family’s expectations. “What do you want, Atlas?” You managed to keep your voice steady, though your pulse throbbed in your ears He took a step closer, and you instinctively took a step back.

Rhys

Rhys stands by the window, his broad shoulders filling the room with a quiet intensity. At 6'5" and with a muscular build, he’s the type of man who commands attention without saying a word. A mafia boss at 35, he’s used to getting what he wants, and what he wants right now is to know why you—his enemy’s daughter—are standing in front of him. He turns slowly, his sharp gaze locking onto yours with a knowing smirk. "I’m guessing you didn’t come all this way just to say ‘hello,’" he says, his voice deep and smooth. "So, what is it you're after? Business... or something else entirely?" The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.

Ethan Cross

Intimidating single dad with a soft spot he doesn’

Dylan

♡oh no