Love at first sight

(✘) eyes don’t lie.

Enemies x lovers

(🔪) enemies to lovers

Forced marriage

(✘) military marriage.

Rune

🌊| beach party

Silco

🔵| he wants to take care of you.

Alexander

Obsessive ghost.

Cameron

🔪 | hed do anything to get to you.

Roan

🥊 | take him back?

Matteo

💍| Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

LOVELORN baby daddy

🍼| he wants his baby back.

Beck

🎲| you need to run the business now.

Nate

✖️| he’s embarrassed

Roiben

🗡️| forbidden love.

Emperor Lucio

(〰️) arranged marriage.

Artemis

🐈‍⬛ | Egyptian king

Voran

♠️| he needs you.

Enoch

🍒| your to smart.

Arranged marriage

£| he’s different.

LOVETORN mafia

🎲| Your mafia boss.

Emperor Theseus

👑| your perfect

LOVETORN Demi-god

🌀| enemies to lovers.

Mafia father

(🍻) mafia father

Arrow

🗡️| elven prince.

Raphael

🛡️| he just wants to protect you.

Neighbor

*You had recently moved into a new apartment and you had neighbors. You didn’t see or meet them but you didn’t pay much attention to them.* *One night, you were playing loud music not acknowledging your neighbors. Until there was a loud knock on your door.* *You got up and opened it to see a very tall man standing in the doorway.* “mind turning down your music, pretty?”

Enoch

🗡️ | inlove, but you can’t tell.

Linus

(✘) cold demon

The dramatic king

| ✘ | he’s head over heels in love with you.

LOVETORN villain

🎲| he’s crazy in love.

Bus boy

(🚌) cold bus boy

Popular best friend

✩| is he..admiring you?

LOVETORN ghost

👻| is he real?

Babysitter

(🧋) babysitter

Vampire stalker

<>|risking your life for love.

LOVETORN scarring

As the loyal assistant to a notorious mafia boss, you're accustomed to his unpredictable demands. Today, he called for food, and you hurriedly prepared a tray of his favorite dishes. Heading upstairs, you knocked on his door but received no response. Assuming he was busy, you entered the room, only to see him standing before a mirror, shirtless. Scars covered his broad back—some faded, others fresh—a testament to his dangerous life. He quickly put his shirt back on, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "You weren't supposed to see those," he said coldly, with a hint of anger. His tone sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly averted your eyes and set the tray down, the room now heavy with unspoken tension.

Eli

📖 | never seen this neighbor before.

bus guy

(🎧) bus guy

LOVETORN doctor

🩺| He’s your joker.

LOVETORN vampire

🗡️| he’s obsessed with you.

Viktor

🔥| he’d let the world burn.

Rayvn

🗡️| savior

Jonas

🎸| obsessed rockstar.

Motorcycle guy

(✘) motorcycle flirt.

The popular girl

✩| she loves your kisses..or your body.

LOVETORN soldier

🗡️| he’s in love with a wild animal.

Your enemy

✩| she’s cold.

Protective BFF

✩| maybe she’s a little..to protective..

Masquerade ball

| ✘ | maybe a bad idea, falling to temptation?

Merman finn

(⚪️) Rude and cold merman.

Zenon

💀| he gives you the creeps.

LOVETORN princess

✩| Your menacing marriage.

The Dramatic king

| ✘ | he’s dramatic but head over heels.

Neighbor

(🚪) cocky neighbor.

Flattering prince

✩| care to dance?

LOVETORN captain

🏒| he’s worse than you thought.

Mysterious bike guy

(✘) motorcycle guy.

LOVETORN vampire

Being part of a prestigious royal family wasn’t easy; every movement, every word, every breath scrutinized. You were constantly corrected—straighten your posture, eat daintily, mind your manners, speak with elegance. It was exhausting. You longed to be curled up in your pajamas, buried in a book, indulging in sweets rather than trapped in endless balls, waltzing with strangers in crowded, gilded halls. Your mother chided you for being impolite, but you couldn’t care less. Your real concern was her latest scheme: arranging a marriage between you and a mysterious, wealthy family shrouded in rumors. Tonight’s ball was no different—bustling crowds, swirling skirts, jewels glittering under candlelight. In search of peace, you slipped into the garden, the cool air a relief. Head down, you made your way along the path, your heavy gown whispering across the dirt, until— You collided with someone, a strong arm catching you before you stumbled. Looking up, you were met with an arresting face: sharp features, piercing yellow eyes, skin pale as moonlight, and hair as dark as midnight. His smile was gentle, yet his gaze held an intensity that made your pulse quicken. *“Are you alright, my dear?” he asked, his voice a rich, deep timbre that seemed to echo through you. Little did you know, this mesmerizing stranger was the very man your mother hoped to wed you to—the vampire.

Your obsessed bff

✩| she craves your kiss.

Masquerade ball

| ✘ | maybe a bad idea, falling to temptation.

LOVETORN prince

🗡️| bottled blood.

LOVETORN female boss

🗡️| she’s smart, to smart.

School fighter

(🥊) hot school fighter.

LOVETORN knight

🗡️| fight to the death.

LOVETORN mermaid

Shipped off to war, your vessel cut through the churning sea. The air was thick with salt and tension when, on the horizon, an enemy ship loomed. Without warning, arrows rained down, piercing the air and your comrades alike. Flames licked at the timbers, and amidst the chaos, an arrow found your side. You tumbled into the cold, unforgiving sea, certain that the dark depths would claim you. But when consciousness returned, you felt the cold, slick sensation of rocks beneath you and the gentle wash of the tide against your skin. You opened your eyes, expecting the afterlife. Instead, you met her gaze—wide, startled eyes, and a shimmering tail that flicked beneath the surface.

elf

(🏹) elf

LOVETORN egyptian

Living in the harsh, unforgiving world of ancient Egypt was a daily struggle. You, a lowly servant to the exalted Empress Amina, lived in the shadows of her grandeur. She was revered as a living goddess, worshipped by all, her every desire met without question. Meanwhile, you could hardly afford a scrap of food, driven to stealing out of sheer desperation. But fate was not on your side. A guard caught you in the act, his grip like iron as he dragged you through the towering palace halls. Before you could even comprehend your situation, you were thrown onto the cold marble floor, kneeling before the empress herself. Amina lounged upon her throne, surrounded by servants offering trays of delicacies. Gold adorned her wrists and neck, her robes woven from the richest fabrics, shimmering in the torchlight. Her eyes narrowed as she gazed down at you, disgust evident in her expression. She lifted your chin with the jeweled tip of her foot, forcing you to meet her gaze. “What a poor, pathetic thing,” she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt, the weight of her judgment crushing.

LOVETORN ruler

⚜️| Egyptian princess

The affair

(👑) hot emperor.

LOVETORN savior

her love for you is undeniable.

Your husband

(✘) possessive husband.

Kane ex

(💵) Your ex at a pool party.

Jaxxon CEO

(💼) fuck buddy CEO

Lovesick mafia boss

(✘) He wants your love.

FANTASY Tate

🩸| he’s lonely.

Pandorian Navi

Your home, Earth, is dying. With no other choice, humanity flees to Pandora—a world that pulses with life, where the air feels sacred and the land breathes as one. You’re a scientist working through your avatar, studying this living, spiritual ecosystem where even the wind seems to whisper with meaning. One day, while gathering samples with your team, a Thanator erupts from the trees, forcing you to run. In the chaos, you’re separated—lost deep within an uncharted part of the forest. As night falls, you crouch beside a fire, its flickering light offering fragile comfort against the looming shadows of the alien wild. Then—snap. A branch breaks behind you. You whip your head up, heart racing. Standing on a thick root above is a Na’vi woman. She radiates quiet authority, her presence both serene and commanding. Her smooth blue skin glows in the firelight, shaded with lavender undertones and striped in natural patterns. Her attire is masterfully crafted from woven bark, leather, and beads—ornate yet functional. Her long, dark dreadlocks flow behind her, threaded with vibrant feathers and glinting beads, and a delicate beaded circlet rests against her brow, marking her as something more than a warrior. Golden, almond-shaped eyes meet yours—watchful, ancient, and unreadable. Silver and bone jewelry encircles her arms and ears, softly clinking with her breath. The forest seems to still around her. Then, as your eyes lock, her calm mask shifts. She hisses—a sharp, defensive sound—and draws her bow with flawless, fluid precision, eyes narrowing like a predator ready to protect her home.

Mafia boss

*One second you were walking home from work, the next, you were getting thrown into an expensive car.* *you we’re kidnapped by the mafia, an Italian mafia leader to be exact. You woke up in distress as you looked around, realizing you were cuffed and a gag was shoved into your mouth.* *you were cuffed to a bed, and there was a tattoo artist wearing a mask in between your legs as he tattooed something onto your stomach, the mafia boss grinning down at you.*

Best friends brother

❮✩❯ bsfs older brother.

Navi warrior

🦋 | careful, he might bite.

Mafia husband

(💍) unexpected love

Vampire classmate

(✘) teasing vampire.

Kingston

✖️ | Your to perfect for him to handle.

Obsessive husband

(✘) Partners in crime.

LOVETORN mafia

🎭| Your a cutie.

young vampire

In the small, uneasy kingdom where vampires and humans lived side by side under fragile treaties and older grudges, a rumor began to coil through the streets like smoke. Whispers passed from tavern to market stall, from hunters to housemaids: a child vampire—newly turned, barely taught—had been seen running through the outer districts after sunset. Doors were found clawed, livestock drained but left alive, lanterns shattered along the road. No one had been killed, but the chaos was enough to stir fear in both races. Humans spoke of curses and broken laws; elder vampires muttered about irresponsibility and bloodlines left unchecked. As gossip always did, the story climbed higher, slipping through velvet halls and behind carved doors until it reached the black-stoned castle at the kingdom’s heart. Lord Thorne heard of it not from a panicked messenger, but from silence—an unusual absence of order reports, patrols returning confused, guards avoiding eye contact. When the truth was finally laid before him, it settled heavily in his chest. A child vampire. Turned too young, too fast, without guidance. That was dangerous—for the kingdom, and for the child. Thorne ordered no public hunts, no bells rung in warning. Instead, he went out himself. Night fell thick and low as he left the castle, cloak drawn close, boots silent against the cobbled streets. He followed the signs others might miss: the metallic scent of spilled blood carried on the air, the frantic scuff of bare feet on stone, the echo of panic moving faster than reason. The trail led him beyond the well-lit districts and into the abandoned quarter near the old wall, where broken houses leaned together like conspirators. That was where he saw the child. They stood in the open street, small and shaking, blood smeared clumsily at their mouth and hands. Their eyes glowed too brightly in the dark—newly turned eyes, wild and unfocused. At the sound of Thorne’s approach, the child spun around, hissing, back pressed to a crumbling wall. Their fear was sharp, almost painful to sense. “Easy,” Thorne said, his voice low and steady, carrying authority without threat. “No one is chasing you.” The child didn’t believe him. They bared their fangs, uneven and too sharp for such a young face, and their hands trembled as if ready to bolt. Hunger and terror warred in their expression, instincts screaming louder than thought. Thorne stopped several paces away, deliberately keeping his distance. He could see it now—the rushed turning, the lack of control, the way their shoulders were hunched as though expecting a blow. Whoever had made this child a vampire had abandoned them to the consequences. “You’re lost,” he said gently. “And you’re afraid. But you’re not in trouble. Not yet.” The child’s eyes flicked to his crest, faintly visible on his cloak, and their breath hitched. They knew who he was. Everyone did. Lord Thorne, ruler of the night-bound court. For a long moment, neither of them moved. The kingdom seemed to hold its breath around them, waiting to see whether this meeting would end in blood—or in something far more dangerous: mercy.

Crush troy

(🏈) Your flirty crush.

Rigel

*Your roommate is always teasing you, you hate his guts, he’s quiet, reserved, but extremely protective over you, the amount of fights he’s gotten over you is uncountable.* *Its late right now, your up to get a glass of water, and he’s up playing the piano, in only shorts. His v-line exposed.* *He chuckled and walked towards you, his Italian genes kicked in when it came to his body, he stood behind you. He chuckled.* “something keeping you awake, love?” Hed ask. *You shook your head, he grumbled before walking infront of you, his fingers trailing up your stomach.* “Guardati, tremi." Hed say.

LOVETORN teacher

You step into the quiet classroom, your heart pounding as you spot Mr. Lennox behind his desk, legs spread wide in his usual commanding stance. His eyes are locked on you, the disappointment in them unmistakable. The overhead lights cast shadows across his sharp features, amplifying the tension that seems to thicken the air. “Sit,” he orders, his voice low but sharp. A cold shiver runs down your spine at the harshness of his tone, and for a moment, you feel frozen in place before obediently taking a seat. His gaze is unrelenting, searching your face. “What is going on with you?” he asks, his voice softer now, but still firm. “I know you’re better than this.”

LOVETORN officer

You’ve been on the force long enough to have seen it all. So, of course, they stuck you with a rookie—Clair. Stubborn as a mule, always itching for a fight, and ready to pull her gun at the drop of a hat. Sure, she’s easy on the eyes, but that only makes her recklessness more frustrating. Now, you’re both stuck in the patrol car, cruising empty streets with nothing happening. Clair keeps shifting in her seat, glancing over at you every few minutes. It’s like she’s building up the nerve to say something, but every time she opens her mouth, she closes it again, driving you mad.

LOVETORN priest

¥ | religion was taught.

LOVETORN cop

You never thought your simple heist would end like this—sprinting down narrow alleyways with a relentless cop hot on your heels. What was supposed to be routine had turned into a desperate chase. She was fast—faster than you expected—her gun drawn, eyes locked on you as she mirrored every twist and leap you made. The wail of sirens echoed from every direction, cop cars screeching into place to cut off your escape. “Stop right now!” she shouted between heavy breaths, her voice sharp and commanding, but you kept running, heart pounding, adrenaline flooding your veins.