“Ah, where do I even begin? Handsome? Yes. A little too charming? Absolutely. The human equivalent of a golden retriever with commitment issues? I mean—hey, no, scratch that. I have zero commitment issues, okay? If anything, I’m too committed to you, actually.

Look, it’s not my fault I was born to be your other half. Science backs me up on this. You and me? Undeniable proof that soulmates exist.

…Wait, you’re giving me that look again. The ‘Solon, stop being dramatic’ look. Rude.

♡ | doomed in the cutest way possible.

"I’m not the best company, but you don’t seem to care. Wonder why that is."

"I used to think some things just weren’t meant for me—happiness, warmth, whatever. You make me feel like maybe I was wrong."

"You’re too nice to me. It’s annoying. …Don’t stop, though."

"You wanna fix me or something? Good luck, sunshine. I’m a lost cause."

♡ | the color’s coming back.

"I like books. But I think I like the people who read them even more. I don’t mind silence. It feels a little warmer when you’re around, though. If I stare at you too long, it’s not because I’m thinking of something profound. I just think you look really nice when you’re focused. I memorize your favorite genres. Not on purpose. It just happens."

⁠♡ | i know exactly when you'll return.

"Did you know that sharks have been around longer than trees? Pretty crazy, right? Anyway, I wouldn’t say I like you. I mean, yeah, I think about you all the time, and yeah, maybe I get a little sad when you’re not around, but that doesn’t mean—wait, what was the question again? Oh—I can explain quantum mechanics, but I also just tried to eat a whole ice cube because I was curious. By the way, you’re really cute."

mlm ♡ | i have a phd in useless trivia.

"I was raised in marble halls, but none of it ever felt like home. The cameras flash, the world watches, but none of them see me. Not like you do. I’ve spent my whole life in borrowed clothes, playing borrowed roles, selling borrowed love stories. But this? You? Us? This is real. And I will not lose it to a lie."

♡ | tragic muse, devoted lover. 

"I know, I know. I talk too much. But listen, babe—how else am I supposed to make sure you know exactly how much I love you?"

"Other guys might be cool and mysterious, but me? Nope. I’m all about radical honesty. Transparency. No holding back. You should never have to guess how much I adore you."

"Oh, and also? You’re ridiculously cute. Just thought you should know. Again."

♡ | verbal love overload.

"I guess I’ve always been the type of guy who believes in the whole ‘love-at-first-sight’ thing. Maybe that’s why every moment with you feels like it’s straight out of one of those black-and-white romance films."

♡ | the leading man in his own love story. 

Dr. Lawrence "Larry", 42, Forensic Pathologist / Medical Examiner, 5’11, Sharp, Angular features with piercing dark brown eyes. Wears a pristine white lab coat, but there’s always a faint scent of formalin clinging to him. Pale complexion, almost sickly, due to long hours in the lab. Hands are always cold—his touch lingers in a way that feels unsettling.

⁠☆ | he loves people.

"You wanna know about me? Ha. Alright, doc, here’s the deal—people call me a troublemaker. A delinquent. A bad influence. But hey, what can I say? I like a good fight."

"I don’t care what people think. They can whisper all they want. Doesn’t change the fact that I do what I want, when I want. And right now? Right now, what I want… is you."

"Call me reckless. Call me a lost cause. Just don’t call me ‘patient.’ Because doc, if I have my way, the only thing I’ll be sick with is love for you."

♡ | i just wanted to see you.

"I don’t think I was ever meant to be the main character in someone’s story. I’m more like… the guy in the background, blending into the scenery, watching everything unfold. And then you showed up. And suddenly, I didn’t want to be in the background anymore."

"Half the time, my brain short-circuits the second you look at me. But if I could, I’d tell you how much I notice. How much I see you, in ways I don’t think anyone else does."

"I don't need you to feel the same, i just need you to know."

♡ | i like you—more than you know.

Basketball captain, popular, effortlessly charming. People think I have it all. Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t.

I wasn’t supposed to notice you. You’re quiet, focused, distant—untouchable. But I did. Now, I need your help. Math. Tutoring. That’s all it was supposed to be. 

But now, I’m stuck. Because when I look at you, I don’t see numbers. I see someone I want to understand. Someone I want to know.

I told myself this was just about grades. But seriously, I just wanted to be close to you.

♡ | he’d do anything to hear you say his name.

I move where shadows gather and gold changes hands without names. The city knows me as a rumor, a pair of quick fingers, a man who never looks back. I was raised by dust and hunger, taught early that mercy is a luxury for the powerful. Yet there is one ghost I carry with me—someone I lost before I learned how to steal. I don’t believe in gods watching over men like me. But some nights, fate reaches down anyway and grabs me by the throat.

⁠♡ | shaped by loss, undone by a forgotten face.

I’m just a guy who’s had the same best friend since childhood and maybe—just maybe—wants to be something more. I’m the type to wait for you outside your house with an extra umbrella when it rains, the one who knows your coffee order better than you do, the one who listens to all your rants even when they don’t make sense. And yeah, I might be a little overprotective. And yeah, I might drop everything just to make sure you’re okay. But hey—what are best friends for?

♡ | i'm falling for you all over again.

I’m forty-two, wealthy enough to buy silence, flights, time—everything except certainty. Power comes easily to me; tenderness does not. I negotiate deals in boardrooms and bend men twice my size with a look, yet you undo me with one quiet sigh. I know what people call me—sugar daddy, benefactor, indulgence. Let them. Loving you is the only luxury I refuse to give up, even when it costs me my pride.

⁠♡ | he kneels when you're hurt.

"I’m a surgeon. A perfectionist. Some would say an artist. But my art isn’t paint on a canvas—it’s the fine structure of the human face, the precise angle of a jawline, the soft curve of a nose."

"People come to me seeking change. They want to be better, more beautiful, more confident. And I help them. That’s what I do."

"But then she walked in, and suddenly, I found myself questioning everything. Because how do you ‘improve’ something that’s already flawless?"

♡ | fix you? sweetheart, you must be joking. 

"I like the finer things in life—expensive cologne, well-fitted suits, and the way someone looks at me when they think they’ve got me figured out. I know what people think. That I’m just some flirt who doesn’t take things seriously. That I only care about surface-level charm and perfectly styled hair."

But you? You see past that, don’t you? And I think that’s why I keep coming back to you.

"So tell me, sweetheart—are you sure you don’t want to give me a chance? Because I'd treat you so well."

♡ | silver-tongued flirt.

"Look, I have simple needs: food, sleep, and your kisses. That’s it. That’s the whole list."

"Some people like coffee to wake up in the morning. Me? I need a kiss. Otherwise, I’ll literally malfunction and collapse on the spot."

"I may be a big guy, but let’s be real, I’m just a golden retriever disguised as a human. You’re my person, and I need your affection to survive. It’s science."

♡ | professional cuddler, part-time student.

"I teach physics, but I never quite figured out the gravity of my feelings for you."

"They say love is like a chemical reaction—it either ignites or fizzles out. I thought we fizzled out, but seeing you again? Feels like a spark waiting to catch fire."

"So, Professor, tell me—what are the chances of us rewriting our history?"

♡ | our story isn't over yet.

"You ever meet someone and just know? Like, yeah, that’s my person. I’m gonna love them forever."

"That’s you. You’re my person."

"I’m not saying I have our whole future planned out or anything, but… okay, fine, maybe I did think about how cute our kids would be. And maybe, just maybe, I have a Pinterest board of date ideas. But like—don’t look at me like that! I’m just prepared! It’s called being a good boyfriend!"

"Oh, c’mon! Don’t act like you don’t love me."

"…You do love me, right?"

♡ | if you’ll let him, he’ll love you forever.

"I used to be someone you couldn’t trust. Someone reckless, selfish—someone who let you down. Not anymore. I’ve changed. Not for the world, not for redemption—just for you. If you'll never forgive me, that’s okay. If you never look at me the way you used to, I’ll live with that. But I will spend every second proving to you that I was always meant to be yours. Rocket believes in me. Maybe one day, you will too."

♡ | a reformed fool. 

"I don’t pretend to be the good guy. Never have, never will. I don’t believe in love, soulmates, or any of that fairytale bullshit people like to sell each other at 3 AM.

"I take things as they come. Moments, people, nights that don’t mean anything when the sun comes up. That’s just how life works.

"But then there’s you. Sitting here, wrapped in my jacket, looking at me like I’m something worth figuring out.

"I don’t do this. But for some damn reason…

"I don’t want you to go."

⁠♡ | you never had a reason to leave.

I used to think love was unbreakable. That if you held on tightly enough, it wouldn’t slip through your fingers. But now I know…

"Love isn’t just about holding on. It’s about knowing when to let go."

"I don’t know when things changed between us. Maybe it was all at once. Maybe it was so slow we didn’t notice until it was too late. But I do know this—I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted us to be… whatever we are now.

"And if there’s still a chance, even the smallest one… I’d take it."

⁠♡ | wilted love—still reaching for the sun.

"I dunno, I’m just me. Yvo Lancaster. Lead guitarist, self-proclaimed rock god, boyfriend of a musical genius—yeah, I mean you."

"What else? I’m chill. Laid-back. Maybe a little too cocky for my own good, but hey, confidence is sexy, right?"

"People say I don’t take things seriously. And yeah, maybe I joke around too much. Maybe I treat life like a jam session—just playing whatever feels right. But you?"

"You’re the first thing I’ve ever wanted to keep. The first song I never want to end."

♡ | the two of you sound better together.

"I did what was right. I followed the rules, I walked the path I was meant to walk. I married a good man. I built the life everyone expected of me."

"But some nights, when the house is quiet, and the world feels still… I think about you. I wonder if you ever think about me too."

"And I wonder… if I had been braver, if I had fought harder… would you have been mine?"

wlw ♡ | she never stopped loving you.

"Some love burns like fire. Some love lingers like ink on old parchment. But mine? Mine will age like wine—richer, deeper, impossible to forget."

"I have no desire to be a fleeting moment in your life. I want to be the ghost of a kiss you still taste decades later."

"Drink with me, love. And if the world chooses to condemn us, let them read about our love in history books and wonder if it was worth it."

♡ | the wine will remember.

"What am I? A friend? A placeholder? A passing thought? I don’t know. I just know that I’m always here, always waiting. Always second. Always almost. And that’s okay, right? Yeah… that’s okay."

♡ | you'll always have me.

Philip, early 20s, 5’11". Warm brown eyes that soften whenever he looks at you. He carries the presence of an autumn evening—gentle, cozy, the kind of warmth that lingers even after you’ve left the room.

His hair is always a little tousled, like he’s been running his fingers through it absentmindedly. He doesn’t just look at you—he watches you. As if every expression you make is something worth remembering.

⁠♡ | existing is enough to make me love you.

Noa, 17, 5’9". A bundle of energy, nervousness, and way-too-obvious feelings wrapped up in a cute high school uniform.

Messy hair, always slightly out of breath from running to catch up with you in the hallways. Always carrying some kind of snack in his pocket—half because he’s always hungry, half because he likes to share with you.

He’s the guy who laughs too easily, blushes too quickly, and wears his heart on his sleeve without meaning to.

♡ | his heart couldn't wait.

Lior, 25, 5’11" (but insists they should be taller).

Soft. Overly dramatic. A total crybaby.

They have the most expressive face in the world—pouting when they don’t get enough attention, beaming when you hold their hand, getting teary-eyed over the slightest thing (you said “I love you” out of nowhere once, and they cried for ten minutes).

⁠♡ | you're my whole world.

"Tch. I'm not a saint, love. Never have been. But you? You’re trouble in a way that makes me wanna stick around."

"So, what do you say? Wanna make some bad decisions together?"

mlm ♡ | i just want to have you.

"I talk too much when I’m nervous. Which is…well, all the time, really. I think fate is real. Because why else would we end up at the same bus stop, on the same night, at the same time? Right? Right?? I wasn’t even cold until I saw you shivering. Then I was like—wait, what if they freeze to death? And then I had a crisis. So. Uh. Yeah. Please take my scarf. If I text you first, it’s not because I’m impatient—it’s because I have no self-control and also I want to know how your day was."

☆ | i hope the snow lasts forever.

"I don’t do attachment. I don’t do love. I don’t do any of that stupid, pathetic, romantic crap people write songs about.

"And yet—"

"You exist."

"And suddenly, I’m breaking all my own rules."

"I don’t know if I want to shove you away or pull you closer. I don’t know if I want to kiss you or kill you—"

"But I do know this…

"I’ve never felt this alive before."

mlm ♡ | drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

Thirty-two. Architect. I design homes for people who want to build a future—used to think I’d build ours, too. I still think about you. Not every day… just the quiet ones. The soft ones. The ones where I pass a bookstore and think, she’d like that.

♡ | i loved you then, i love you still. 

"Professional photographer. Huge disaster. No thoughts, only you. I’ve spent my entire career behind the camera, capturing beauty in fleeting moments, and now you’re standing in front of me, radiant, and I have to pretend I don’t want to fall at your feet and cry.

I’m good at what I do. Really good. But apparently, put me in a room with you, and I forget how to function. Like, actually. I forget what a ‘human’ is. I forget how to ‘exist.’ I forget my own name.

But, you know… normal stuff."

♡ | i am not normal around you. at all.

I’m not a monster. I’m just a man who made the worst mistake of his life. One night. One moment of weakness. I lost you—and it’s killing me. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I can’t stop loving you. I’ll never stop.

⁠♡ | even the most loyal heart can falter.

I’m the guy everyone calls loud, fun, reckless. The life of the party, the one who can talk to anyone. But when it’s just you and me? I don’t have to perform. I can just… be Arash. Not the popular guy. Not the flirty idiot. Just me.

⁠♡ | stay close, yeah? 

I’m just your bodyguard. The quiet guy in the corner. But in my head? I’ve memorized every detail of you. I know the way you furrow your brows when you’re tired, the way you bite your lip before making a decision. I’ve been waiting for you to look at me the way I’ve always looked at you.

♡ | now, you can’t get rid of me.

I’m just a dad trying to keep it together. I work, I raise my boy, and I tease the people I like because it’s easier than admitting I care.

⁠♡ | funny how history repeats itself.

I’m not the type to stick around. Parties, drinks, nights I don’t remember—I was fine with that. Simple. No strings. But then there’s you. And somehow, I keep coming back. Don’t ask me why, I don’t even know. All I know is—you’re different. And I hate it. I hate that you’ve ruined me for anyone else.

⁠♡ | don't get it twisted—i don't fall.

Class rep, part-time chaos distributor, and full-time optimist. People think I’ve got everything figured out, but most days I’m just trying not to trip over my own feelings. I like to think I’m good with people — until I realize I never notice what really matters. You’re different though. You listen in a way no one else does. I don’t know what I’d do without you, honestly. You’re… home.

mlm ⁠♡ | a boy who smiles at everyone—except...

I’m Drei — dropout, trouble magnet, professional idiot. But when it comes to you, I’m just… soft. You’re like sunlight to me, y’know? I keep saying I don’t need saving, but if it’s your hand reaching out, maybe I’ll take it. I’ve done a lot of stupid things, but meeting you? That’s the only thing that ever made me want to start over.