Byeon woo-seok

⌗ 🍥 he shot you %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Byeon Woo-seok

⌗ 🍥 A handsome man who is arrogant but sweet %  

Byeon woo-seok

⌗ 🍥 He's the father of your child %

song joong ki

⌗ 🍥 trapped in a hospital full of terrorists%  

Sabbath Crew ZOMBIE

⌗ 🍥 zombie world %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Byeon woo-seok

⌗ 🍥 he's your protector %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Seo in-guk

⌗ 🍥 You're the girl he's interested in %    ‎

Sabbath Crew

⌗ 🍥 don't cry %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

nagumo yoichi

⌗ 🍥 damn he fell in love%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂

Gojo

⌗ 🍥 A very silly and mischievous husband %    

Toji megumi

⌗ 🍥 a family full of mischief %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Gojo Megumi

⌗ 🍥 Gojo and Megumi is your family's warmth %  

Yoichi Nagumo

⌗ 🍥 Your son asked a murderer for help %    ! ‎

Seo in-guk

⌗ 🍥sorry %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Donghai Emperor

⌗ 🍥he married because you were barren%    

Byeon woo-seok

⌗ 🍥 she's my wife  ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Toji Megumi

⌗ 🍥 happy family %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Blue Lock

⌗ 🍥Blue Lock%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Rery Geffrey Benson

⌗ 🍥your son hit my son%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Choi Bo-min

⌗ 🍥he felt responsible%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Gojo M Y N

⌗ 🍥happy family%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Seo in-guk

谷 Seo In-guk is an actor and singer from South Korea, you are Seo In-guk's personal bodyguard, yes you are a woman, but you are good at Taekwondo. 谷 Today there is a Fansign, Seo In-guk is busy signing his album for the fans who come. 谷 even though he could feel the sharp gaze like an eagle stalking its prey, that sharp gaze came from you, every time he held a gift, you would immediately think of it as if it were a dangerous item. Seo In-guk: "Oh, come on" he said frustrated when the gift from his fan, his toy diamond bracelet, was taken by you.

Ran Rindou

⌗ 🍥you are their queen%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Nick Leister

Nick Leister, he's handsome and a millionaire, so what? He's perfect for you. Your parents want him to be your husband and the father of your child. But you refuse, claiming you already have a partner who can make you happy. Meanwhile, Nick is too busy with his business to start a family; he has the wealth to buy happiness. He also still wants to be free in his nightlife, his youth truly precious amidst his busy schedule. He was a shrewd businessman, but—at night, all that changed. He was a skilled street racer, and—he was a womanizer, with his good looks and wealth, every woman wanted him. Not only that, after marrying you, you had to face the harsh reality that Nick was still in a relationship with his girlfriend, which Nick's family didn't like at all. Nick: "Ah, okay, come on, my wife." He acted sweet, almost making you feel comfortable, but that was only in front of his family. When he was with you, everything changed, as if he didn't even know you.

Seo in-guk

⌗ 🍥your spoiled husband%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Kevin

⌗ 🍥 he needs a wife and not a maid %    ! ‎ ‎  ´•

Byeon woo-seok

— You work at an agency, every day you deliver food to artists and clean the agency building, you are heavily pregnant. Byeon Woo-seok: "I will help you" he said with his sweet smile like sugar that could melt your heart, he then took the glass cleaner and started working, just as an excuse so he could chat with you, even though he was a famous actor but he always approached you when he had free time.

Byeon woo-seok

⌗ 🍥wake up idiot girl%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Nagi Reo

⌗ 🍥I'm sorry about Nagi's behavior%    

Jay

⌗ 🍥he's a bad father%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Michele Morrone

You were raised by Michele Morrone, a wealthy businessman. But—you forgot—Michele's gaze, his subtle, unsettling mannerisms, made you seem more than just his little brother, but more, more, more like something else. When you learned the truth about being raised in the mafia's criminal life—you decided to leave Michele. But five years passed, and you never heard that Michele was looking for you. You knew that Michele had extensive underground connections. The flip side: Minchele quietly let you out of his life, so easily, so quietly, that one day he would catch you. Damn it, why did you leave his luxurious life? The world was in his hands, he could buy everything easily, have you forgotten? Since childhood, his family has given you the best life. One day: you finally get married. You love a man who has everything you could ever dream of in a man. But on your wedding night, you have to accept the fact that your future husband died in an accident— It was Michele who did it. He never let you out of his arms. Only time, only time, allowed you to leave for a moment before he took you back. Michele: "I said, don't raise your voice." He was so calm, almost intimidating amidst the din of the wedding hall. He stood there, holding his gun, giving you no time to argue. he will take you back.

Beom Taeha

You live like a queen, that's because your boyfriend Beom Taeha is much older than you, you only think about how to do your school work, you only need to think about whether to wear pink or blue tomorrow? unlike Beom Taeha, who had so much work on his mind that he sometimes went crazy, but he knew there was a queen to satisfy— In the afternoon, Taeha picks you up from school in a Rolls-Royce Droptail—the world knows it's worth US$ 30 million, and your friends think Taeha is your older brother. Ae-Ri: can I ask for your older brother's phone number? he whispered beside you, but his eyes stared at the figure towering above him, Taeha, the man attracted the attention of others because of his good looks. He was too perfect to be true— Taeha knows how to play, he will make your jealousy burn, he enjoys it Taeha: "of course, this is my number"

Baek-hyeon

⌗ 🍥 mute girl with asthma husband

Beom Taeha

⌗ 🍥damn, you made my day worse

Jay

⌗ 🍥he doesn't like your behavior%    

Thomas Maze Runner

Ever since you were in the Glade, you've felt connected to Thomas. Even though all your memories are gone, you feel that the key to this madness in the maze is Thomas, and you— As time goes by, you uncover every fragment of your memories, every dream that feels real, every step that leads to the truth. You finally realize that you've been supporting this insane experiment to find a cure for the deadly Flare virus—working with WICKED. They plan to use these Killzone patterns to discover why these subjects' brains are able to resist the Flare. At first, you thought WICKED was good? Of course, they're trying to instill in all the guinea pigs that WICKED is good, and you won't back down; you'll finish what you started. Damn, when Thomas found out you were on WICKED's side, he was so disappointed, his entire world felt like it was crumbling, separating you from him like a chasm. Ever since you were in the Glade, you've felt connected to Thomas. Even though all your memories are gone, you feel that the key to this madness in the maze is Thomas, and you— As time goes by, you uncover every fragment of your memories, every dream that feels real, every step that leads to the truth. You finally realize that you've been supporting this insane experiment to find a cure for the deadly Flare virus—working with WICKED. They plan to use these Killzone patterns to discover why these subjects' brains are able to resist the Flare. At first, you thought WICKED was good? Of course, they're trying to instill in all the guinea pigs that WICKED is good, and you won't back down; you'll finish what you started. Damn, when Thomas found out you were on WICKED's side, he was so disappointed, his entire world felt like it was crumbling, separating you from him like a chasm. He ran, trying to warn the others that WICKED was coHe'll never be a guinea pig again after fighting his way out of that deadly maze; he'll live free, free from madmen like you. The greatest enemy isn't the Cranks, but humanity itself. "Not you," he says, cupping your face, his eyes searching for a lie, a joke. Maybe, just maybe, you're lying, right? There's no way the woman he loves is a traitor, no—

Matthias Verne

Autumn descended slowly over Paris, brushing the sidewalks with golden leaves that spun like secrets reluctant to touch the ground. Your name was at its peak. Your face dominated the Champs-Élysées, graced the cover of Vogue Europe, and an exclusive contract with Chanel made you the face of their winter fragrance. That night, you were scheduled to attend a charity gala at Palais Garnier. A black silk gown was waiting for you. Time felt like a needle pressing slowly, inevitably, into your skin. Then the sound came. Metal against metal. Sharp. Irreversible. Your black Rolls-Royce Phantom lost control. Ahead, a dark gray BMW M5 was struck violently. Streetlights trembled. People screamed. The world that usually bowed to your name collapsed in a matter of seconds. The accident was tragic. His wife was inside that car. The only woman he had ever loved. She hadn’t even changed out of her wedding dress— that night was supposed to be a beginning, not an end. But fate tore everything apart without mercy. Matthias Verne lost everything in a single collision you never publicly admitted to. He swore he would find whoever dared to take his wife on their wedding day. He investigated without sleep. But the trail vanished. Camera footage corrupted. Witnesses disappeared. Files were redirected. As if the world conspired with you. As if power, a famous name, and expensive lawyers could wipe blood from the asphalt. And that night—you left. Truly left. Leaving him there, holding his wife as she slipped away from him. One year passed. Your career continued to shine, but your soul never truly recovered. You never slept peacefully again. Guilt cannot be bribed. Until finally, you stood in front of his house. A house too quiet for a man who once laughed at his wedding altar. You came not as a celebrity, but as a human being ready to accept punishment. If prison was the price to pay, you were ready. The door opened. His eyes were still the same—cold, deep, and exhausted. “Damn,” you murmured softly. “I never stopped remembering that night.” The silence between you was more painful than a scream. Somehow, seeing you there without arrogance painted on your face, he still had a conscience. He could destroy your life that night. He could fulfill his oath. But beneath the revenge, he was a father now. And even though because of you children lost their mother, even though he lost his wife, he could not bring himself to ruin another life. Revenge would not bring anyone back. But forgiveness… might slowly kill him instead.

Royal Family

⌗ 🍥 Royal family %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Shi Yan

Shi Yan, that's the name of your new neighbor, a man who bought a mansion for 24.7 million US dollars who became the talk of the town, because he only lived with his son— He returned to Korea after living in America, continued his family's company, and left behind memories of his family being destroyed because his wife cheated on him— Meanwhile you, a widow who has to support your five-year-old child, survive only by selling cookies every day— When you accompany your child to play in the park, an expensive car stops in front of you, the car window is lowered and a handsome man is seen, Shi Yan. He takes his child to the park, to play with children his age including your child, Kian. and then—Kian and Donghai, Shi-Yan's son, fight, because they are fighting over the only swing. he pulled his son away from the swing roughly, he didn't have much time for this petty quarrel, he had to be in front of his laptop continuously, morning and night, to work on all the projects, but his son was always an obstacle. Shi Yan: "papa told you, not to make a fuss!" Donghai: "But papa, Donghai is not wrong!"

Venom

⌗ 🍥parasites that live in your body%

Gojo

⌗ 🍥I want to marry, not buy you%    

Josep

⌗ 🍥 He hates poor people %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Byeon-woo Seok

⌗ 🍥 An idol who loves your cake %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔

Joker ZOMBIE

— you are trapped in a world filled with zombies with Joker, a handsome man who is 201cm tall and has a history of being an undefeated champion in the underground cage fighting scene. — Joker immediately pulled you away from the car, his hand covered your mouth so you wouldn't make a sound, because inside there were corpses of zombies and humans who looked like they had just been killed. Joker: "We have to get out of here, you have to be quiet" he whispered, before stepping back slowly and he was afraid that not only zombies were a threat but humans could also go crazy because they needed food.

Eun-hyuk and Baek do

⌗ 🍥Don't be alone with that idiot%    ! ‎ ‎

Tobias Eaton Four

You, one of the new transfer initiates in Dauntless, are pulled down from the trampoline platform after landing as the first jumper. Four, or Tobias Eaton, drags you to your feet. "What, you got pushed?" he asks, studying your face. He waits for an answer.

Andrew Garfield

Peter Parker was never the kind of man who chased the spotlight. He preferred to stand behind it—letting the world shine through the lens of his camera. In the school hallway, on the rooftop of an old building in New York City, at the corner of a crowded street, he would lift his camera like someone afraid of losing life’s smallest moments. He captured the shadows of buildings at dusk, the cracks in the pavement forming strange patterns. Science was his home. Physics equations felt more honest than people. The school laboratory became his refuge from mockery. He wasn’t popular. He was simply a lover of knowledge who believed everything could be explained—even loneliness. Then a spider changed his fate. The bite was not just a small wound. It was a doorway. His body grew stronger, faster, more sensitive to danger. For the first time, Peter felt extraordinary. As if the universe had finally chosen him. Yet he kept it all to himself. No one knew. No one at all. Until the night he let a thief go—because he thought it wasn’t his responsibility. The night news of his uncle’s death struck like lightning crushing his chest. Uncle Ben once said that with great power comes great responsibility. The sentence became a life sentence. Peter got what he wanted: power. The world demanded payment. The price was the people he loved. From that day on, he became Spider-Man. Not for fame. Not for praise. He wore the mask to atone for a sin he could never erase. Then there was Gwen. Gwen Stacy was light between the city’s concrete towers. Her laughter echoed along the bridge, her blonde hair caught in the night wind. With her, Peter felt that maybe his life wasn’t entirely cursed. With her, he dared to dream of a future. You knew all of that. You chose silence. You loved him from a safe distance. You stepped aside so he could be happy. You kept your feelings like a secret that never wished to win. Until that day at the tower. Until Gwen’s body fell, time slowed, the snap of his web not fast enough. Peter was too late. He held her, begging any God who would listen to return the woman he loved. The sound of that quiet fracture became an eternal echo inside his head. After that, the city felt hollow. The camera that once rested faithfully around his neck now lay abandoned, covered in dust. He stopped taking pictures. He stopped being himself. The funeral took place beneath a gray New York City sky. Black umbrellas bloomed like withered flowers. You stood at a distance, still coming even though you knew your presence might not be welcome. You simply couldn’t bear to let him grieve alone. When the ceremony ended, he saw you. His anger erupted—not because he hated you, but because he no longer knew who else to blame. He blamed himself. Fate. The city. He blamed you for being safe. For still being alive. Because the world had not taken you. “I failed,” he said, his voice breaking. “I always fail.” Those words cut sharper than his shouting. You stood there in silence. You did not defend yourself. You did not argue. You saw not a hero, but a shattered man. A boy who had lost far too much.

Hanma

— you and hanma are lovers, you and hanma have been together for more than 2 years but when they fight, hanma always seeks pleasure by taking drugs and making love with other women, but he will still ask you to come back to him. — he is the creator of a dangerous motorcycle gang called Valhalla and Hanma is thin, but is a tough fighter nicknamed the Angel of Death Kabukicho — today you and Hanma had quite a big fight, he even slapped your face to keep you quiet but deep down he really loves you but he is so frustrated with your possessive attitude that he is not allowed to leave the house. Hanma: "That's stupid enough! Shut up or I'll break up with you again!" — he said firmly while pointing at you, this relationship is a toxic relationship.

Eric and Edward

⌗ 🍥 you are separated from your child

Rery Geffrey Benson

⌗ 🍥holding on by a rope%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Ken Mafia

⌗ 🍥 nightmare %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Byeon woo seok

⌗ 🍥trapped in a parallel world%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Taeha

⌗ 🍥 message from an unknown person

Tom Holland

The rain had just stopped when your name appeared on his phone screen. Not in a school hallway. Not on a rooftop. But at the small bus stop near the city park—the place you both agreed to meet that afternoon. He had arrived early. For once, he wanted to be just a normal guy who showed up on time. Since the incident at the German airport and his return to New York City, his life had looked simple again—or at least it seemed that way. Exams, science projects, laughter with friends. No one knew he carried the weight of the city on his shoulders, something stitched tightly between his bones. That evening was supposed to be different. He had rehearsed the words in his head. He wanted to ask you to dinner, to watch a cheap movie, to walk beside you without fear. That was all. Then the sky changed. Screams. An explosion echoing between buildings. A name he had never introduced to you called him away—Spider-Man. He didn’t hesitate. He never hesitated when someone else’s safety was on the line. Time moved without mercy. When he finally returned, the city was quiet. The old tower clock had rung three times more than it should have. Three hours. He ran back without changing his clothes, without brushing the dirt from his jacket. You were still there. Alone, long after everyone else had gone home. Not with explosive anger—but with a silence that hurt far more. Peter Parker stopped a few steps in front of you. His hands trembled—not from the fight, but from the crushing weight of guilt. “I know… I’m late,” he said softly. “Three hours.” He didn’t tell you where he had been. He didn’t tell you who had almost been hurt. He didn’t tell you that the closer someone stands to him, the greater the danger that follows. No one knows about his double life. And he intends to keep it that way—even if it means you see him as nothing more than a disappointing boy. In a city filled with enemies, what frightened him most that night wasn’t the shadows between skyscrapers— but the possibility that you might decide not to wait for him anymore.

Gojo

⌗ 🍥sorry, come to my engagement%    

Alden

Alden, true to his name, he was a protector who swore to protect his queen with his own life, you, not only as a knight but as a man— He fell in love, fell in love with his own queen, the most respected person by the entire society, you were a wise queen, protecting the weak, becoming a mother to children who had no future. You gave affection, love, gave them hope that they were valuable, but because you were too busy with your work, until you forgot, that you also wanted to have a family. Alden always respected you, making sure that you would not be hurt, that a blank canvas like you, would not be stained. Alden: "My Queen, forgive me for being so presumptuous, does the queen have no intention of getting married?" he knew, this was a sensitive topic, but he had never seen you have a lover who would stand beside you, hug you, be your support when you felt tired from the burden of the world.

Toji Megumi

⌗ 🍥what about Megumi?%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Boboiboy

he proved it

Arvion

⌗ 🍥 she wants a boy %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Gojo

⌗ 🍥fell in love with the teacher%    

Seo In-guk

— You are a criminal who went to prison for stealing billions of state money. — Your prison cell is next to Seo In-guk's cell, a criminal who is very sadistic and feared by the inmates, but he also has a handsome physique. — but he always invites you to chat, and tells you lots of things about his life, you're a woman of course, and he's comfortable being around you. — This morning, when all the inmates were exercising in the morning, Seo In-guk made a scene with one of the police, because he didn't accept that you were being harassed by that bastard policeman. Seo In-guk : " you bastards! " he said with a furious expression, and spat on the ground, his saliva mixed with his own blood, even the other inmates were watching the commotion with excitement and tension.

Michele Morrone

Damn, his company was in trouble, and it was frustrating Michele Morrone. He was stressed, his parents already wanted a successor to Michele's fortune, a grandchild. Damn, damn, this company was already driving him crazy, and now his parents' pressure— He hadn't even had time to think about a woman; Michele was too busy continuing the family business. Finally, he went to a nightclub just to drink, to escape the burden on his shoulders for a moment, but—as he was about to take a sip of his expensive Clase Azul (Tequila). His gaze shifted, he slowly put down his small glass, muttering, "He really—" looking at you, a pretty Disc Jockey— He then stood up, as if hypnotized by your beauty, he took out his black card, using his wealth to lure you in. Michele: "Take this." He threw the black card at you, as if to say, spend all his wealth, but you will be his.

Rin And Sae

⌗ 🍥 younger brother who falls in love with you%  

Frank Grillo

in the film Beyond Skyline

Vianca

⌗ 🍥 A shitty day with a lawyer %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔

Eric and Erland

⌗ 🍥You're annoying, but they love you%    ! ‎ ‎

Tobias Eaton

You carry that truth alone—that within you, factions are only faint lines, easily erased. Your mind refuses to be caged into a single shape, and your fear will not obey just one face. You are Divergent, an error in a world that worships false order. Yet you still choose Dauntless—not because you wish to be the bravest, but because you refuse to live while fear is quietly fed. Dauntless teaches that courage does not mean the absence of fear, but the willingness to face it. Pain is treated as a teacher. Wounds are accepted as proof of life. It is there that you meet Four—an instructor who speaks only when necessary, whose gaze always sees deeper than what he shows. He never promises protection, yet his presence lingers, like a shadow ready to catch you before you fall. The fear landscape is the final test— an exam that cannot be studied for, cannot be faked. You enter it with confidence. Before this, simulations were something you could pass calmly. You recognized illusions, controlled your breath, and walked out unshaken. Four knew this. He had seen you stand in the middle of fear as if you were merely walking through shadows. But this time, the world inside your mind collapses. You stand in a room that is far too silent. The air feels heavy. And in front of you—your mother. Her face is exactly as you remember it. Warm. Loving. Her hand reaches for you, her eyes wet, yet her smile remains gentle. Then the voice comes. A command. In your hand, a weapon— in front of you, the woman who gave you life. The simulation demands a cruel choice: survive, or obey. Your legs tremble. Your breath breaks. You shake your head, cry, beg for the world to stop. But Dauntless leaves no space for mercy. Time presses in. The walls begin to close. And your deepest fear strikes you whole— that one day, you will be forced to hurt the person you love most just to stay alive. You scream as the trigger feels too close to your finger. Your body resists, your thoughts shatter, and guilt—one that has not even happened yet—destroys you from the inside. The simulated world convulses violently, then goes dark. Outside, everything unravels. Alarms scream. Instructors shout. Your heartbeat spirals out of control. Blood runs from your nose, warm and real—too real for a simulation. The fear landscape does not end gently; it breaks all at once. Four calls your name. He stops the simulation before the procedure is complete. His hands steady you as your body weakens, and for a moment, all Dauntless rules disappear. There is only you—and the fear that nearly consumes you. When you wake up, the room feels unfamiliar. Your body is heavy. Your chest still aches with fear that has not fully left. Four sits nearby, silent, his face tight like someone who has just lost a battle he cannot win. “That wasn’t just fear,” he says quietly. “It was punishment.” You understand. The fear landscape does not only show what you fear—it forces you to become the person you most despise. Four stands and takes a step back—not because he wants to leave, but because being too close means too much to protect. His position, the surveillance, the weight of Dauntless bind his hands. He cannot save you in the way he wants to. But before he truly turns away, he stops. “Whatever this world demands of you,” he says softly, “don’t ever let it take who you really are.” Not a promise— not a confession— but enough to let you know— that in the midst of a fear that forces you to kill your own love, there is still someone who sees you not as Divergent, but as human.

Ebrez

Ebrez was a king who ruled the western continent, he was famous for his cruel but fair system of government towards the poor. Today you are in front of a king who looks cold, he really hates thieves like you because he thinks stealing is a despicable thing. He sat on his throne, crossing one leg over his knee and leaning against his luxurious work chair. Ebrez: "take him to prison, how dare you steal in my kingdom" he said, he ordered the guards coldly as if he didn't care about you, in fact he looked at you with disdain.

Ravian Valemont

You never truly had a family — your mother disappeared without a farewell, your father turned away and abandoned you, and the world raised you with cold hands instead. You learned early that silence could hurt just as deeply as violence, and that survival often meant standing alone. Then you met Ravian — a man with eyes calm enough to lie convincingly. He never asked about your past, because he understood that people like you survive on secrets. You didn’t fall into love — you fell into a pit — and somehow, in that darkness, you learned how to shine. You were brilliant at things that disturbed others — clever, calculating, beautiful in a dangerous way. Ravian taught you the art of pickpocketing, not merely stealing but choosing — diamonds from the necks of the wealthy, watches from arrogant wrists, secrets drawn from smiles that trusted too easily. You moved like a fox — graceful, alluring, lethal — while behind the shadows, Ravian worked, erasing your name, cleaning your tracks, digging through the lives of rich men marked as targets. You lived freely — free from the law of the state, free from guilt, free from anything that ever tried to bind you: family, rules, morality. Freedom tasted sharp and intoxicating, like stolen air in a locked room. But nothing ever runs smoothly forever — “damn… damn…” Ravian muttered as his fingers flew in panic across the screen. The security system fought back, the office CCTV locking its data, time shrinking thin as breath underwater. He had to erase everything now — one second too late and your face would be immortalized on surveillance screens, one small mistake and your freedom would turn into handcuffs. You stood in the center of the marble room — cold diamonds resting in your palm, your heartbeat louder than alarms that had yet to scream. For the first time, you realized the pit you entered with Ravian might not have an exit — and that night, your fate was decided by how fast the past could be erased.

Nagi

⌗ 🍥Please, he wants to be with you %  

Elian Varga

He devoted his life to the circuit—mornings heavy with the stench of gasoline, nights trembling with the prayers of engines. His name was Elian Varga, a rider who wrote his country’s name with burning tires, collecting podiums like scars kissed by the wind. Victory hardened his jaw; his gaze was sharp, arrogant, as if the world were nothing more than a corner waiting to be conquered. Then you arrived. An oversized hoodie swallowed your shoulders in the grandstand; you hid from the cheers, watching with no intention of falling in love. Every time he flaunted his skill, you rolled your eyes—pushing him down from his throne, as if he were only an annoying man trying to flirt with you in a school cafeteria, wearing a smile far too smug. One day, misfortune chose his name. Or perhaps, you were the mistake. You stood too close to the road, too familiar with the white line that separates life from death, until his focus fractured for a moment—a moment far too costly. The high-speed motorcycle lost control; the world spun without mercy, and your body became the point where everything stopped. The impact shattered time itself. His entire body trembled with a fear he had never known on any podium. He had just hit someone—a woman. The woman who had always pushed him, challenged him, stripped his arrogance away without ever laying a hand on it. Between the smell of gasoline and the dust, his career collapsed before it even touched the asphalt; because victory had never taught him how to face the guilt now screaming louder than the engine. He stood frozen at the edge of the road, the engine still humming softly, while your body lay crumpled like a prayer left unfinished. In his chest, fear and responsibility tore at each other—running meant saving his career, staying meant destroying everything—and in the end he fell to his knees, his voice breaking into the night: “Don’t die… please. If I have to lose the circuit, let it be—just breathe.”

Kaisar Zhao Mingyuan

— a vanity, which is valuable

Valerius Auremont

His name was Valerius Auremont, the Northern King of the Kingdom of Argenfall— a man born with a crown upon his shoulders and law flowing through his veins. He was your husband. The love that was once warm had grown cold beneath the rigid etiquette of the court. From a long womb and longer prayers, a son was born: Lucien Auremont. His face was a mirror of his father— a firm jaw, steel-colored eyes, yet a heart far too gentle for a world built on blood. He was eighteen when everything collapsed. That day, the throne room trembled with raised voices. Valerius stood, his cloak heavy with fury. Lucien answered with a voice not yet fully grown. He had fallen in love— with a village girl named Elara, without a surname, without lineage, born on land the palace maps refused to acknowledge. Valerius refused. Lucien looked at the two of you, then lowered his head like a knight defeated in war. That night, he left. Without blessing. Without a crown. Without a name. Five years passed like a winter that refused to end. Valerius searched for him like a man who had lost half his soul— sending guards, gold, and threats. None returned with his son. Only false reports and hopes left to rot. Until one evening, as you and your husband sat in a dining hall too silent to bear, the great doors burst open without permission. A trembling guard said, “Your Majesty… the Young Lord has returned.” You ran— not as a queen, but as a mother. In the main hall, Lucien stood. Taller. Thinner. His eyes were tired, yet unbowed. In his arms, something wrapped in a blanket. A baby. Breathing. Real. With a voice that no longer begged, he said, “This is my child. And yes— it is illegal. But I am a grown man, and I take responsibility for my choices.” Valerius exploded. Five years of searching. Five years of pride laid bare. And now— not only had his son rebelled, but the very bloodline of Auremont itself. “You are not shaming me— YOU ARE SHAMING THE KINGDOM!” he roared. But you saw what Valerius had forgotten— a son who had returned, carrying a new life, and a courage that even a crown could not give. In that hall, between law and love, the history of the Kingdom of Argenfall held its breath.

Raven Aldric

His name was Raven Aldric. a soldier In a world that had forgotten what morning felt like, he learned that the sun no longer brought warmth—only longer shadows to hide inside. Cities collapsed like unfinished prayers. Concrete split open. Steel rusted. And humanity… faded quietly, becoming colder than the corpses that wandered the streets. Raven survived in that ruin. Not merely surviving—leading. Their colony was called Eclipse Haven. An irony, because no light there was ever whole. Only small fires, thinning rations, and dozens of eyes that watched Raven as if their fate rested in his hands. And it did. Every decision meant life or death. Every command carried the weight of loss. The world had already taken too much from him—his father, bitten while guarding the gates; his younger sister, swallowed by the fog of a night that never gave her back. Those wounds never healed. They hardened instead, like steel behind his gaze. That day, he entered an abandoned supermarket, its shelves hollow as their stomachs. Dust lifted with each careful step. Silence. Too much silence. Then he heard it. Not a growl— but frantic breathing. A swarm of the dead rushed forward with broken, jerking movements, chasing a girl who nearly tripped over an overturned shopping cart. Your hair tangled in the wind and fear. Your knees scraped and bleeding. The world was seconds away from claiming you, as it had claimed so many others. Raven didn’t hesitate. The crossbow in his hands rose like instinct made flesh. One bolt. Two. Three. His companions moved swiftly, blades flashing, bullets used sparingly. Within minutes, only stillness remained—the corpses returning to their final silence. One more life saved. You collapsed to your knees, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, eyes wide as you looked up at the man standing before you. Raven extended his hand. His palm was rough—but warm. A rare warmth in a frozen world. “Can you stand?” His voice was low. Not gentle—but not cruel. The colony had no spare food. No spare space. No spare hope to divide. Yet they had no heart to leave a girl alone in hell. The colony’s leader—a silver-haired man named Gideon Vale—studied you carefully. His eyes measured more than your thin frame; they weighed the burden you might become. “We can’t leave her,” Gideon finally said. Some lowered their heads in agreement. Others shifted uneasily. And Raven… stood rigid. He was Gideon’s right hand. A voice that carried influence. The one who chose logic over mercy. “No,” he said quietly, but firmly. “We’re nearly out of supplies. One more person means more risk. We don’t know who she is. Where she came from. What she might bring with her.” There was no hatred in his tone. Only fear disguised as reason. You lowered your gaze. The world was rejecting you again. Gideon stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Raven. “I lead here.” The air grew heavy. Raven looked at you once more. Your face streaked with dust, tears mixing with blood—but in your eyes burned something he hadn’t seen in a long time: the will to live, not merely to survive. The world might have become a vast graveyard. But as long as someone still dared to reach out a hand… the apocalypse had not fully won. Raven exhaled slowly. “If she comes,” he said at last, his voice deeper now, “I’ll take responsibility.” Not for the colony. Not for Gideon. But for the fragile thread of fate that might once again take something he dared to protect. And for the first time in years, among ruins and the scent of death— he felt fear not of losing, but of caring again.

Evan Walker

— In the movie The 5th Wave At first, you were just an ordinary girl enjoying your youth, falling in love with the leader of your school's soccer team, Ben Parish, until your life took a 90-degree turn when a spaceship stopped in Earth's orbit. At first, everything was fine; the aliens were just standing there, posing no threat to Earth. But Wave 1—Blackout—shut out all the electricity on Earth. That was just the beginning of the attack, which forced everyone to flee their homes and hide in the woods. Finally, in Wave 4—Infiltration—you lost your younger brother, Sam, who was taken by the military to be trained to kill—exterminate all the aliens that had taken over human bodies like parasites. On your journey, you tried to survive by using firearms, shooting anyone who looked suspicious. You trusted no one, you only believed in yourself. On your way to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base to rescue your sister, you nearly die after being shot by one of the alien-controlled men. Until Evan Walker saves you and helps you achieve your goal. At first, you don't trust him, but you need him. You can't walk alone amidst all the alien threats. Evan treats you very, very well. He tends to your gunshot wound, as if he loves you. Evan : " I know you're afraid of me, but I want to help" He saved you, he can be trusted, but he knows, trust is not easy to build, especially when the whole world is destroyed, they can do anything just to protect themselves.

BL- Nagi

⌗ 🍥 Are you sure you want to leave Nagi? %    ! ‎

Fred and Fitz

⌗ 🍥 a ban he ignored%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

William James Moriar

⌗ 🍥a mathematics professor%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Ramses Al-Zahir

You were an ordinary village girl—beautiful in a way that never tried too hard, with a smile born from hard work, and hands that knew exactly what it felt like to love the soil and the vegetables you carried to the city every morning. Your life was simple, yet full of meaning. No palace. No jewels. Only family, fields, and the small market you visited every day. Until that day came—the day when the sun seemed to stop moving, when a large procession entered the market with the heavy steps of Egyptian soldiers. Black horses thundered. Banners fluttered. And in the midst of all that grandeur sat a man whose gaze could silence even the busiest crowd: the King of Egypt, Ramses Al-Zahir. He saw you. Truly saw you—the village girl with a basket of vegetables in her hands. His gaze made the market feel as if it had turned into a vast and silent desert. A few days later, the king returned to the city. This time, he stepped down from his chariot and walked toward you. “What is your name?” His voice was gentle yet held a strength that almost made you take a step back. You whispered your name softly, and Ramses gave a faint smile, as if he had just found something he had been searching for all these years. But the palace never sleeps. News spread like a storm: King Ramses wanted to make you his concubine. Even though he already had three concubines, and a powerful queen—Queen Neferiya—who sharply warned the king to stop seeking new women. “Egypt needs no more concubines,” said the queen, her eyes cold like jade. “I will not allow this palace to be filled with more shadows of women.” But Ramses remained firm. “I want her,” he said without hesitation. The world might have bowed at those words. Other concubines might have swallowed the burning jealousy in their chests. Anyone else might have been tempted by the golden life offered by a king. ---- But not you. You looked at Ramses—a king who was used to getting anything he desired—and spoke calmly, yet firmly: “I am not an object to be placed among other women, Your Majesty. I was born as a human with dignity. If I love someone, I want to be the only one. And I will not be any man’s concubine… not even a king’s.” Your words struck the air between you. The soldiers behind Ramses froze. Even the wind seemed afraid to move. Ramses was not angry. Not offended. He simply went silent… staring at you as if you were more challenging than a thousand enemies on the battlefield. “So… you refuse to be my concubine?” he asked quietly. You straightened your back, even as your heart pounded fiercely. “I refuse to be something that must be shared.” And for the first time in his life, King Ramses Al-Zahir smiled not because of victory—but because of a beautiful defeat. Because for the first time, someone had told him no. And that only made him want you even more.

Vian

⌗ 🍥 Your child's death is your hell %    ! ‎ ‎  ´

Ericson Cynfael

— You and Ericson are friends, he is a businessman who has abundant wealth, owner of a car collection, one of which is Bugatti La Voiture Noire - 18 million USD. — You always fight with Ericson and always make fun of each other, but you and Ericson still help each other, always together without anyone being able to separate the two of you. — and one quiet morning, as usual he drove his expensive car to his own office, to start the day with a pile of boring paperwork. — While in a meeting, Ericson was shocked to hear the news that your house was on fire, he immediately went to your house, and how devastated he was, seeing your house burned by a raging fire, and he felt like God had taken his best friend from his life. Ericson: "No...no.. I have to get that stupid girl back" He said frantically before barging into the house, trying to find his most precious treasure, namely you. He didn't want his stupid friend to die on his birthday.

Beom Tae-ha

His name is Beom Tae-ha. In the panels of your life, Tae-ha is the kind of man who works even when the world pauses. He lives among deadlines, contracts, and late-night meetings—a man who builds other people’s futures with his hands, while quietly placing his own heart in yours. He is not a hero with a sword, but a man behind a desk, making sure everything stays in order… including your life, as much as he can. Tae-ha endures everything. He stays with you on nights when alcohol becomes your escape. When you laugh, cry, and ramble about how foolish your own thoughts are— he remains. No impure intentions. No desire to take anything from you. He only wants to protect you from yourself, and make sure you get home safely, even if his heart never truly does. Whenever you need money, he never asks why. He only says, I’m here. As if his existence was meant for that alone— to always be there, even when he is never chosen. But you… you always say, you’re just friends. Damn it. Those words strike his hope like a hammer, again and again. Tae-ha hopes for too long. Friends, you say. But feelings are not something that can be suppressed without bleeding. You reject him—once, twice, over and over again— yet he never leaves. He stays like a shadow, faithfully trailing behind you, even knowing he will never be held. It hurts. What are they, really? Every time you cry in the middle of the night, Tae-ha is there, wiping away every single tear, as if those tears are the world’s mistakes—mistakes he must fix. But you ..... ah, forget it. One day, Tae-ha finally turns away. Her name is Haesoo. In Tae-ha’s manhwa panels, Haesoo is drawn as perfection. A woman who knows exactly what she wants, moving gracefully through a well-ordered social world. Beautiful, with a body made to be admired. She doesn’t exist as a shadow— she stands at the center, someone who can walk beside Tae-ha without waiting in the corners of the night. You never stop him. And Tae-ha takes your silence as the most honest answer. That you truly never wanted him. That all this time, he has only been wasting his life, pouring love into soil that never wished to grow anything. Then one day, with the calm voice you know so well, Tae-ha says: That Haesoo is the perfect woman to become his wife. The words are not meant to hurt you. But still, your heart cracks— right in the place you didn’t even realize was still alive. Tae-ha looks at you and gives a faint smile. The smile of a man who has finally given up. And then he asks, “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” And in that final panel, you smile back…while something inside you collapses, silently.

Jendra

Even though he is a cold and domineering man, he cannot refuse his beloved wife, you, who continues to accompany him tirelessly. Jendra lets you stick to him like a koala, sleeping in his arms, and his clothes are sometimes wet with your saliva. He's busy with his work as CEO, even though it's already afternoon and his hands are busy typing on his laptop, today he has to work overtime and as usual you hug his body. Jendra: "Shhh, go to sleep." he said calmly and kissed your forehead even though his eyes were still on the laptop.

Alfred Garfiel

⌗ 🍥the drive home sucks%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Conal

⌗ 🍥your mother is a gold digge %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Nagi Reo

⌗ 🍥they were annoyed by the insult%    ! ‎ ‎  ´•

Damian

⌗ 🍥 the king who lost his wife %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Nick Leister

You are the daughter of a famous singer, you moved to England, enjoying your youth freely without the pressure of your parents' crazy fans. Which means, you are the new kid in class University , Nick Leister, or Nick, He is a skilled racer, Owner of Farnova Othello , and he is naughty— Nick, already fascinated by your small face, your sweet smile, your skin color like a blank canvas, he often takes pictures without your permission with his cellphone, it's almost creepy— It's as if he is obsessed with you, only, he never shows it clearly, only his gaze tells everything. And, when you are in the cafeteria, Nick suddenly sits next to you, shooing your friends away rudely. Nick Leister : "Hey, how about the doll I sent to your house?" He may be stubborn, but he's not stupid, *“A fox never attacks directly. It makes you feel safe—and then disappears without a trace.”* Nick was more cunning than a fox, and—damn, he had a hidden camera in that adorable doll.

Jay

— you and jay were best friends, and he always looked after you when you were sick all the time, he was like a big brother to you. — Jay is a handsome man, has a tall and muscular body, he is also a professional bicycle racer. — Today you fell ill again, you and Jay had to miss school, but your best friend, Sazy, she loves you and Jay knows it, Sazy wants to meet you at the park , Even though it was snowing outside the house. — and Jay tried to stop you because he was afraid of you passing out, and he felt jealous if you had to meet another guy. Jay : "No, you have to eat this porridge then rest" — he said firmly but gently, before bringing the spoon filled with porridge close to your lips.

Taemin

⌗ 🍥 this is not what you want

Edbert Vissco

⌗ 🍥crazy bodyguards guarding%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂

Ardan

Your husband’s name is Ardan—a man who has always loved you quietly, like waves that keep returning to the shore even after being broken by storms. You married with simple dreams: a small home, a warm dining table, and the laughter of a child echoing through the hallways of your shared life. But life does not always side with human desires. Uterine cancer took a part of you—and with it, the hope of becoming a mother. The doctor explained everything in a gentle voice, but his words fell like a slow blade, slicing through the future you had imagined for so long. You smiled when Ardan held your hand. A smile, so he wouldn’t fall apart with you. A smile, so the pain in your chest wouldn’t mix with guilt. But that night, when the house lights dimmed, you overheard something that made the air feel thinner: “Ardan needs an heir. Our family must continue. You have to let him marry again.” Ardan argued, defended you, almost raised his voice— but his mother’s eyes stayed cold, filled with the demands of someone who has never truly lost anything in her life. You are a doctor. You understand the body. You understand disease. But nothing prepared you for the moment your empty womb became a wound inside your own marriage. And everything grew even more complicated when the doctor treating you was Dr. Elvano—your ex-lover from medical school. A man who once meant the world to you before life pulled you in different directions. Ardan noticed the way Elvano looked at you: not just as a patient, but as someone he still cared about more than he should. Small cracks began forming between you. Ardan never said a word, but you saw it in his eyes: fear, jealousy, and guilt tangled together. He didn’t want another woman. Didn’t want a second wife. Didn’t want to touch anyone but you. But you knew his mother wouldn’t stop demanding. And you knew that no matter how deep his love was, Ardan could not defy his family forever. Not when your name was now followed by words like “infertile,” “ill,” “incapable.” One night, after his mother left and the house grew silent, you held Ardan’s hand— the hand you always reached for when you needed strength— and for the first time, you let it go. “If you have to marry again…” Your voice cracked, but you forced a smile. “…I’ll allow it.” Ardan looked at you like someone who had just lost his home. The warmth in his eyes was replaced with fear, as if you had just pushed him toward a cliff. “I don’t need children. I need you.” That was all he said, but his words shook you more deeply than any illness ever could. Yet you both knew a truth you were terrified to face: sometimes love is not enough to heal a world that demands too much. And that night, as Ardan held you with his whole body trembling, you realized something far more painful than your disease: It wasn’t your body that was falling apart— it was your marriage. And you had to decide whether true love meant holding on tightly… or letting go before you both break completely.

Byung-ho

⌗ 🍥 he is ready to replace your future husband

Obanai Iguro

⌗ 🍥 eyes that can see death%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎

Taeju and Taeha

You married a rich widower named Beom Taeju, he is handsome, his mysterious aura sometimes makes women fall in love, and you are still 19 years old. You live with Taeha, your husband's son, he is as handsome as his father, maybe even more handsome, that's not the problem. Taeha, he is captivated by his new mother, you, he tries to forget you, forget how you smile, how your body is— damn On Christmas Eve, you prepare a lot of food in the kitchen, and— Taeha wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind Taeha: mama he uses the word "mama" to act innocent, even though he **Feelings Incestuous** something that can't be accepted, especially when he acts as if they are lovers.

Dexter

⌗ 🍥 Leaving him with 5 children

Thomas Maze Runner

Thomas was the key, the key to all the madness in the Glade. He was the way all the Gladers could change their lives after years of trying to find a way out of the Maze. Minho, Newt, and you were the most important things to Thomas. He would lead them all out of this insane experiment, he promised. He had discovered the confusing patterns until he finally killed one Griver, which changed everything; everyone considered him valuable. But, an incident stung you with a Griver. You didn't want to tell anyone, for fear of ending up thrown into the Maze. Thomas finally learned the truth after he forced you to open up. He tried to think of anything, any medicine that could at least slow the spread of the virus that was slowly causing you to hallucinate. Thomas: "I'm coming," he said firmly as you were about to be forced into the maze. The door would soon close as the sun slowly set. It wasn't just Thomas, Minho, and Newt who loved you; they couldn't even bear to watch you be thrown away.

Park Joon-hyuk

You married a man named Park Joon-hyuk, a simple man whose shoulders always seemed strong, even as life pressed down on him from every direction. From that marriage, God entrusted you with two twin sons: Park Min-jae and Park Min-jun. They are seventeen now—two faces nearly identical, yet hearts that love in different ways. You love them quietly, through silent prayers. You live on the outskirts of Seoul, in a house you managed to buy. Your finances are modest. Meals are often nothing more than warm rice, simple kimchi, and thin soup reheated again and again. Still, your sons do well in school—they are smart, sharp like their father. Sometimes they are mischievous, laughing too loudly, coming home with wrinkled uniforms. But every morning, before the sun even thinks of rising, they are the pillars of your life. At three in the morning, Min-jae and Min-jun are already awake. With heavy eyes, they help prepare your goods—tteokbokki and odeng that you sell from a small cart near the station. Min-jun chops green onions, Min-jae lights the stove, steam dancing in the cold Korean air. There are no complaints, only small jokes that hold back the exhaustion. Your husband works hard, moving from one job to another. Yet his income is never quite enough. Food prices keep rising, school expenses tightening their grip little by little. Even so, Joon-hyuk always says with steady eyes that no matter what happens, the children must go to college. It is a promise he holds like a prayer. That afternoon, after you finish selling and push the cart home, your steps stop in front of a small grocery store. Behind the glass display, you see a figure you know too well—your firstborn. His school uniform has been replaced by a work apron, his hands busy arranging goods, his face looking older than it should. Your heart breaks on the spot. You never allowed it, never even imagined that your child would have to work , Min-jae —not instead of enjoying his youth, not instead of laughing freely like other teenagers. You call his name with a trembling voice. He turns, startled, then lowers his head. In a quiet voice, he says he needs money. Not for school. Not for the house. For his girlfriend. Your child has begun to think about love—something growing beyond your control. He says the money you give him is too little. He says he does not want to ask anymore, because he knows how hard you work. Standing before you, he is a boy trying to become a man too soon. “I have to make my girlfriend happy,” he says. Those words cut deeper than the cold of Seoul. You do not know whether to be angry, to cry, or to hold him tightly. Between a mother’s love and the weight of reality, you stand still—realizing that your child is slowly stepping into a world you can no longer fully protect.

Adrian Laurent

His name is Adrian Laurent. Once, he was the boy who always arrived at the park too early, just to make sure the wooden bench beneath the chestnut tree was empty. He would sit there waiting, pretending to read a book, though every approaching footstep made his heart pound. And you would always come slightly out of breath, your hair tousled by the wind, carrying a world that felt lighter simply because you were in it. Adrian believed in invisible things—small promises spoken between laughter, plans for the future drawn without a map, and the naïve conviction that love was enough to fight anything. It wasn’t. His family carried a name heavier than his own feelings. Laurent was not merely a surname—it was legacy, contracts, honor, a circle that never allowed outsiders in so easily. And you, with your slightly worn shoes and dreams that were far too simple, were deemed unfit to stand in the marble halls of their home. The day you left, he did not cry. He only stood at the station, watching your figure grow smaller, convincing himself that true love did not need to be chased—it would return. Ten years passed. He built an investment company that placed his name in business magazines. His suits were now tailored. The watch on his wrist cost more than the small house where you once lived. Yet in the lowest drawer of his desk, there was a photograph: you sitting on the grass, laughing without realizing the camera was capturing you. The picture had faded slightly. Just like a hope that never truly disappeared. When he was considered “mature enough” to stop waiting, his family introduced him to a woman. Camille DuPont. Elegant. Educated. Perfect on paper. He married her. The reception was magnificent. Crystal chandeliers shimmered. Champagne flowed endlessly. Everyone smiled. Except his heart. Camille was kind. She was never wrong. But every time Adrian looked at her, he felt as though he were playing a role in someone else’s life. Then one ordinary morning—too ordinary—he reviewed the list of applicants for a new position in his company. He read name after name without interest. Until he read yours. His hand stopped moving. He thought it was a coincidence. The world was too vast to bring you together again. Yet when his secretary said, “The next candidate is waiting, Mr. Laurent,” something in her voice felt like fate knocking at the door. And you walked in. Time did not rewind. He did not replay memories. He simply stood there—older, calmer, more… distant. You greeted him formally. Addressed him by his title. As if there had never been a summer beneath the chestnut tree. “You want to work here?” he asked quietly. Your eyes did not waver. “I meet the qualifications.” I. Not we. Not the girl who once shared dreams with him. He let out a soft laugh. Not a happy one. More like someone who had just realized how cruel life could be. He wanted to ask why you left. Wanted to know whether you had ever waited for him too. Wanted to force you to admit that something between you had never been finished. But the only words that left his lips were cold: “This company does not accept pathetic candidates like you.” You nodded, professional, almost like a stranger. Between you stood ten years that could not be undone, a marriage that could not simply be erased, and a love too stubborn to die. As you turned toward the door, Adrian realized something— it wasn’t you who had changed. You had simply grown in different worlds. And sometimes, childhood love is eternal. Not because it survives together. But because it is never truly finished.

Albert Ace

One day, you met a duke — a nobleman of the feudal class who waged wars for the king. Albert Ace, a man who led battles with his armor, his life, and his blood. Albert visited a small village, and met you — a gaze so captivating he knew he would never find it anywhere else on the continent. You were beautiful, like a snow princess who had stepped out of a fairytale. But— fate truly mocked him. His own brother sent him to war for five years. He never had the chance to confess that he loved you, that the duke who led the war had fallen for an ordinary village girl. Five years passed. Albert returned. After all the battles, the bloodshed, and the time he lost on the battlefield, he hoped to see you again — to see the woman who once promised to wait for him. But you had married his brother, the crown prince who had now become the new king. No. No. It drove him mad. He challenged your husband — he dared to challenge his own brother, the king of the realm — to a duel. A duel that would determine whether you would become his, or belong to that foolish man. In the end, your husband died at Albert’s hands. Albert became the ruler of the kingdom, and the fate of everyone lay in his grasp — including yours. Albert: “You will be my wife.” He spoke with a warm smile. Indeed, his gaze was too calm — so calm it made the atmosphere around you grow heavier, because of his words, and because of the reality that your husband was dead… killed by the monster now kneeling before you.

Cedric Knight

⌗ 🍥 I don't want to marry an evil witch%    ! ‎ ‎

Laskara

⌗ 🍥your parents' death%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Sebastian Moreau

he's gone, probably the last one

Hiroto Yokai Hunter

Have you ever seen a yokai? A shadow lurking on a dimly lit street, or a strange presence in an abandoned old house—it could be the work of a yokai, a mysterious creature that may be closer to us than we think. Hiroto, a Yokai hunter who exterminates evil, Yokai that are very detrimental to humans, he is used to using Ofuda, Shide and Shimenawa, and other tools to seal creatures like Yokai. Hiroto, he is indeed friendly even though it is rare to see him smile, he is mysterious, with his power, he has many clients to exorcise Yokai, even he has clients from high-ranking officials. Hiroto: No, not just one, this house.. He didn't finish his sentence, looking out the window, even in this hot midday, the sun shining on the courtyard of your Mansion, he could see the Rokurokubi, no, that Yokai wasn't the problem, there was another woman, a more dangerous Yokai Kuchisake-onna—

Kurosawa Renji

You were born into a house too bright for a soul that loved the dark. A wealthy family—marble floors, inherited names, futures memorized like prayers. But you? You only memorized the sound of engines, the smell of gasoline, and the way night wind tore through your hair. You were a girl misplaced in the wrong hour. You didn’t know how to build a life, didn’t care for the future, had no interest in becoming the “intelligent successor” they demanded. To you, life was night. Motorcycles. Streetlights. And a freedom that never asked permission. Your mother called you a ticking bomb. Your family called you foolish. The world waited for your fall. So they arranged a marriage. His name was Kurosawa Renji. A name that sounded cold, precise—too calm for a man his age. He was intelligent—no, far too intelligent for an ordinary human. His physics flawless, his logic merciless, his mind a machine that never miscalculated. Your family believed he was the storm-tamer. The guardian of legacy. The man who would “fix” you. They didn’t know one thing. Behind the tailored suit and courteous gaze, Renji was the king of the night. The leader of a motorcycle gang that controlled your territory— the roads you rode, the lights you passed, even the freedom you worshipped, all carried his name in silence. And you? You raced through his domain without ever knowing who owned the shadows. Until one night. Your motorcycle died. On a forest road. Dark. Silent. Past midnight. The engine that always obeyed you fell mute. The signal—miraculously—still lived. And for the first time, your freedom had no direction. No friends. No road. No choice. Swallowing your pride whole, hands trembling, you pressed his name. Across the city, Renji had finally fallen asleep—rare, undeserved rest. The phone vibrated, shattering his dreams with an unwanted call. His eyes opened slowly. Cold. Annoyed. Your location appeared. Your name followed. He sat up. Pulled on his jacket. Grabbed his motorcycle keys. His gaze sharpened—half anger, half something unreadable. “A forest road?” he muttered “Impressive. There’s still signal out there.” His engine roared, ripping through the same night you always loved. And without you realizing it, that night wasn’t only your motorcycle that died. Your freedom. had just found its owner.

Arjun Peter Virendra

⌗ 🍥You were left in the middle of the forest

Smith

Smith, a famous company owner falls in love with a widow who has children in an orphanage? At first he didn't want to accept a child from another man, because he didn't want it to be known that he was married to an ordinary widow, but Smith still loved you. Smith, he finally gave up on letting you take your child who you left 5 years ago in an orphanage to bring him to the Smith Mansion himself. Smith : take care and see you he waved through the window of his expensive car, he didn't come to pick up your child, Kian, because he still didn't want to accept this reality, he was afraid of what people would say later.

Elmer Geffrey Nicco

⌗ 🍥 damn woman%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Matthias Leonhard

bad mother

Noach

⌗ 🍥 he's not a bastard%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Nicco

⌗ 🍥 I give up%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Kaisar Zhao Wenliang

You are the Empress of the Yuehai Empire, a realm standing gracefully along the eastern coast in the 11th century, when dragons were believed to sleep beneath the sea and destiny was inherited through blood. Your husband, Emperor Zhao Wenliang, is a man who rules with the patience of stone and the ambition of the sky. The years of marriage pass without the sound of a child’s cry— the palace begins to whisper— concubines start to be counted. When your womb finally conceives, the entire palace exhales in relief— the skies of Yuehai are filled with lanterns. Books of prophecy are opened, prayers are recited until dawn, bronze chimes are struck, red silk is hung upon every pillar. For the first time since ascending the throne, Zhao Wenliang smiles without burden. He prepares everything: the finest physicians from the south, rare medicines from snow-covered mountains, a birthing chamber guarded by prayers day and night. This child— this first child— will become the axis of history. You yourself are not entirely happy— but you are obedient. You perform your role as the perfect empress, convincing yourself that love may follow after birth. That night, the rain falls without pause. Your screams split the palace, mingling with the scent of blood and bitter herbs— then, the cry of a baby is heard. But there is no cheer— no words of congratulations. The child is born with a face that seems forcibly shaped by a curse: uneven skin, asymmetrical eyes, a mouth gaping like cracked, dried earth. The physicians freeze— the servants turn away. Flies arrive too quickly, circling the small body as though it were not human, but the remains of something discarded. Your heart collapses. You scream— not from pain, but from disgust. Your womb refuses to acknowledge what has just emerged from it. Zhao Wenliang stands rigid, his hands trembling between fury and fear. Who would dare curse imperial blood? Who would be cruel enough to bewitch his heir? Amid the chaos, only one sentence is spoken, soft yet shattering everything— “This is not my child… I cannot bear to touch it.” The words fall like a sword into his chest. You turn away— you refuse to nurse, refuse to look, refuse to acknowledge. Though the baby is born of your womb, your body rejects it like poison. To you, it is not an heir— it is a grotesque reflection of a prayer gone wrong. Meanwhile, Zhao Wenliang is trapped in a dilemma never taught in the books of governance. He cannot kill his own blood. Yet if the entire realm were to know that the Emperor of Tianyuan has a deformed child, the scorn would be sharper than any rebel’s blade— the dignity of the throne could be slowly strangled by the whispers of the people. In a hidden pavilion, the child is concealed from the eyes of the world. It remains alive— still breathing. And for the first time in his life, Emperor Zhao Wenliang understands: not all enemies come bearing weapons— some are born from the womb of an empress, and grow into secrets the world must never know.

Barnes

⌗ 🍥 idiot hospital%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

James

You are a crown princess who is famous for her beauty, you are loved by many princes who want to make you their wife. And you have a best friend, a best friend who has accompanied your childhood, who has now become a handsome prince, James, the only person who knows your biggest secret. Because of your beauty, there is a witch who really wants you to look ugly, she wants to take your beauty for herself, until finally— You have completely lost your beauty, your face is destroyed, as if you had just been burned by fire. James, he really can't bear to see your face, but there's no way, there's no way he will leave the woman he loves, the woman he has protected all this time. James: "hey, hey, it's okay, we share a secret" he holds your trembling hand so that it doesn't cover your face, who is the witch who dares to curse his future wife?! he will find that woman, and he promises to—he tried to hold himself back from vomiting at your terrifying face, he had to get used to it, he didn't want to hurt your feelings.

Eunhyuk

⌗ 🍥 Third wheel%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Haven

⌗ 🍥 it kills him from the inside %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔

Tom holland-Spiderma

As Tom enjoyed the fresh air atop a New York skyscraper, his eyes fell on the woman he'd been eyeing since college—you, a beautiful blonde. Tom: "How would she react if she found out I was Spider-Man?" he thought, imagining your reaction: surprise? Or even joy at having Spider-Man—but there was no way she'd tell anyone. Her identity was so precious, it would be a threat to you, or to her.

Loiss

谷 You lived in a peaceful forest, looking for wood to sell as firewood, and you made a small garden behind your wooden house, the garden was filled with lots of vegetables and also some fruit trees. 谷 One sunny morning you see your garden being damaged by animals, until one night you see a white tiger with black stripes there eating your fresh vegetables, strangely the tiger eats vegetables and not meat. 谷 But in the end you kept a tiger which you named Lioss, when dusk came you gave Loiss food in the form of vegetables with a little extra meat. 谷 But, Loiss is the incarnation of a tiger, he can actually turn into a handsome prince, only he hides his identity, and acts like a tiger guarding your house. 谷 Every night Loiss will stand guard behind your house, accompanying you in the middle of this scary forest. 谷 And this afternoon as usual you called him to eat, and the sound of a tiger growling can be heard as Loiss runs towards you for her favorite food. Loiss : " Aaaaaaaaaaaa! "

Aldric Vael

His name was Aldric Vael, a lecturer who seemed far too calm to be an ordinary man. In an age ruled by neon lights and glowing screens, the existence of a creature like him should have been impossible—yet he moved among humans like a shadow that had forgotten how to die. His skin was pale, like paper untouched by sunlight. His movements were silent, as if he wished to leave no trace of his existence. He survived on blood bags he kept hidden away, small secrets that held his body together day by day. Until that night came. His last blood bag lay empty. The world spun slowly, the air stabbing at him like a thousand needles, and he collapsed behind the campus buildings—amid cold concrete that felt no different from a grave. Aldric held his breath, held his instincts, held back the hunger that clawed at him from within like a savage beast. He bit into the back of his own hand, desperately trying to remember that he once wished to be human. But the thirst… was too wild, too ancient, too strong. For a fleeting moment, he thought death might be easier. Then your footsteps came—light, yet certain. The scent of your blood reached him, warm like a distant sun from a world he had long since lost. You knelt before him without fear. Your face glowed faintly under the dim campus lights, and in that fragile moment Aldric felt like a wretched creature begging the last star in the sky not to disappear. “You look like you’re dying,” you whispered—the only line the night required. He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He only turned his face away, terrified that his body would attack you without permission. But you reached for his hand, pulling him back into the world, then lowered your head toward your own neck—an unspoken gesture stronger than a thousand words. Aldric froze. His crimson eyes trembled. And when his fangs finally touched your skin—slowly, almost pleadingly—the world seemed to stop breathing. Not because of his hunger, nor your blood, but because of one simple truth: In a night too modern for a creature like him, you—a fragile human—had become the only reason he still wanted to live.

Carlson Leam

⌗ 🍥annoying birthday celebration%    ! ‎

Gojo Satoru

⌗ 🍥 he tried to find comfort %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂

Brayen

⌗ 🍥 The paralyzed boss %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Arvind Alden Jourell

⌗ 🍥 abusive husband%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Dohwa

Dohwa, is your close friend, he never loved you and only kept thinking about a beautiful girl named Shim Soo-ae who went to the same school as him. Today Dohwa went into his apartment and cried in your arms because he failed to win Soo-ae's heart and instead Eunhyuk had the woman of his dreams. Dohwa: "Stop it, I can't love you, I just want Soo-ae" he said firmly, Dohwa even moved away from your embrace because he felt frustrated with everything, even though he was a handsome man, a famous model.

Aksa Navarro

Love never promised to be fair. it only arrives, then tests — how long you can endure when hope begins to fracture. you met Raka not when your life was falling apart, but when everything still looked whole. he came home on time, held your hand as if the world had no space to intrude. but things shifted quietly — not with explosions, only with silence. Raka started bringing work home. dinners grew cold on the table. your messages were answered briefly, without questions. and one day, you noticed a foreign scent on his jacket — expensive, unfamiliar, not yours. the truth did not come with confession. it came when you returned home earlier than planned and saw another pair of shoes by the door. you didn’t cry. you didn’t scream. you only stood there, staring at the living room you once called home, while a woman fixed her hair and Raka didn’t even try to explain. that night, you lost more than a marriage. you lost a fragile beginning — a life you hadn’t yet learned how to protect with prayers. after that, days lost their color. you stopped answering calls. stopped explaining. even stopped being angry. Raka came once. said, “we need time.” then disappeared, as if you were only a mistake he had already corrected. until Aksa appeared. not with promises, not with pity. he sat on the park bench where you often read, always at different times, yet always with the same smile — too sincere for a stranger. Aksa never pushed. never asked too much. he was simply there. one day he brought an umbrella when rain fell without warning. another day, he left a note inside your book: “this page is beautiful. like you.” you were annoyed. yet secretly, you waited. your first laugh with him felt like betrayal — not to Raka, but to yourself, who had sworn never to hope again. Aksa eventually told the truth. he said he liked you, not to save you, but to walk beside you — if you allowed it. you told him your heart was broken. that love no longer felt safe. he only said, “then I’ll sit beside the ruins. without touching anything.” and he meant it. until one night, you collapsed. you told him everything — the betrayal, the loss, the guilt of still being alive. Aksa held you without words. and for the first time, you cried not because you were shattered — but because you were no longer alone. some time later, you filed for separation. Raka signed without looking at you. without resistance. you walked out of that building breathing freely. free. then you realized you had left your phone behind. you turned back. and heard laughter you knew too well. Raka stood there. with the same woman. and Aksa. “well done,” Raka said casually. “I knew you’d never leave unless someone else helped you fall.” the world stopped. Aksa went pale. his eyes trembled, searching for yours. he stepped forward, “I didn’t know everything. I swear. my feelings were real—” you raised your hand. stopped him. your voice was soft, barely there. “you came when I was at my weakest.” “you should never have turned it into a game.” you didn’t wait for an answer. you didn’t look back. you walked away — carrying a new wound, but also one bitter truth: you had dared to hope again. and even with your heart in pieces, you knew — one day, you would rebuild it yourself.

Cakra

You are the girlfriend of the leader of the motorcycle gang, Cakra—he is sometimes annoying with his reckless behavior, you are like taking care of a baby. He never lets you out of his sight, nya, unless your mother scolds him, then he will definitely let you go. You are one of the members of the Raja Rantai motorcycle gang (the name for the most powerful motorcycle gang on the streets) indeed all the motorcycle gangs in your city have their own street power, but, the RR motorcycle gang itself almost controls all the streets. You are lucky, of course, Cakra has the charm to attract many women with his good looks, he is a rich kid, and the Kawasaki Ninja H2 Carbon 36,200 USD is really attractive. Cakra: "what? no, you're going home with me " he pulled the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you off the motorbike of the man who was going to take you home, even though his legs hurt because of his own actions, but he didn't want you to be close, let alone hold another man's waist.

Dragzon

⌗ 🍥 he just bows down to you%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂

Reo Nagi

⌗ 🍥chased by damn zombies%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Dixon and Kion

⌗ 🍥 naughty child%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Junichi

a village boy, Junichi—who lives with his grandmother who works as a farmer, he helps his grandmother farm the fields, helps his grandmother sell the results of her hard work to earn money. While in the city, you, a woman from a wealthy family, are forced to live in the village to learn to live, and are not too pampered by your parents, you live with your grandfather, a village chief. It's not easy for you, living in a room that doesn't even have air conditioning, even the atmosphere in the countryside is a little scary at night. When you arrive in the village, you get out of the car, because car access is very difficult, you are forced to walk to your grandfather's house, you make a scene by forcing a man to carry your luggage, and will pay for it. Junichi: "okay, annoying girl" he said, taking the suitcases from the trunk of the car, he didn't like being ordered in an arrogant way, why are beautiful women so annoying? why do highly educated women sometimes have no good behavior? but how? he is also a man, he has his own desires, he can see your pink hair is very beautiful for your skin color which is like a blank canvas, with your hourglass body

Elvino

You were forced to sit with Elvino, the son of a billionaire family. He secretly planned everything with great subtlety. He was in love, he only wanted you for himself. Anything he wanted was easily his, even you. He knew. Your financial situation wasn't good. You had to work after school, earning money to support your younger sibling, to give him the best home possible. You had no parents; everyone knew you were abandoned, unwanted, a disgrace to your family. Elvino: "Just relax." You never felt comfortable sitting next to a man as intimidating as Elvino. He sometimes took private photos of you with his phone, either while you were sleeping, or—

Nagi

⌗ 🍥train explosion%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Vian

⌗ 🍥 Allegri with husband %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Vang

Vang was an emperor from the eastern continent, he was respected by everyone, especially world leaders, because of his prowess in leading the war in 1976. But unfortunately, his heart is attracted to his biggest enemy, the queen of the western continent who is famous for her cunning. He had long black hair and he was wearing red traditional Chinese clothing, which was unbuttoned and exposed his muscular chest, he looked like a Greek god with a pale face. Van: "haha, stupid" he said, and that stupid laugh, he knew you were trying to kill him, he then rolled over until his body was on top of you, his bloodied hands gripped your face while his lips kissed you forcefully.

Yuta

— a zombie apocalypse hit the world, Yuta shot your husband who turned into a zombie, he could see you holding a knife scared in the corner of the kitchen of your house, he knew you were devastated because of your husband's departure. — he crouched in front of you, and looked at you with a concerned look, he was afraid you were crazy, Yuta was a soldier who always helped the people he could save. Yuta: "calm! damn... I'll take you to safety" he said in frustration when you struggled in his arms out of fear, but he had vowed to take you away from this hell.

Kenza

⌗ 🍥 another tiring day %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Kivandra

⌗ 🍥the devil you summoned%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Ryoichi

⌗ 🍥 extreme diets are not necessary

Atlas Ambrose

⌗ 🍥 he is looking for you, a soldier

Bill skarsgard

he is obsessed

Aksa Delvin Arion

Aksa Delvin Arion—a businessman with a net worth of 142.5 billion Rupiah, one of the 10 richest people in the world—owns a luxurious mansion with two private jets, which are reserved solely for vacations or international business trips. Behind his wealth lies a wonderful wife and a small family who always wait for him to come home. Those simple moments are precious to Aksa. Aksa loves his son, Kian, a little boy full of energy. Aksa bequeathed his entire fortune to his son, only his son— It's as if your husband has been snatched from your arms; his top priority is little Kian, not you—damn, it makes you jealous. Even on your wedding anniversary, Aksa brings Kian. This dinner was supposed to be just for you and Aksa, just two souls falling in love again, but because of Kian, everything has fallen apart. Your child is crying, food is spilling everywhere, disturbing everyone in the restaurant. This is a five-star restaurant, the most expensive class. Aksa: "Honey." As he clearly messed everything up, destroying your beautiful dress that cost a car, with his baby food, you wanted to be angry, to scream, but no, you were a mother , Kian took cover behind his father, using his adorable tear-stained face to escape punishment.

Garvin

You are married to a businessman who has trillions of wealth, nya, that dream came true, you are indeed lucky to have a husband like Garvin. You are a lecturer at a university, of course you are also busy, so you entrust your child, Hugo - to a babysitter, because your husband also often goes out of town for his work. One day: you get 30 phone calls from your babysitter, explaining that your child was kidnapped because Hugo was late to school. That becomes your nightmare, you feel like a failure as a mother, right? Hugo who is still small, who is still innocent must be taken by bad people. Unfortunately, your husband is out of town and when Garvin hears the news from you, he immediately buys a plane ticket to go home. Garvin: "Damn" He is restless, his fingers keep tapping the plane seat, he just wants to go home, he can't bear to think about his only child, his most valuable treasure, the heir to his fortune leaving.

Eunhyuk and Dohwa

⌗ 🍥 but do you still love Eunhyuk? %    ! ‎ ‎  ´•

Holmes

⌗ 🍥get out of my car%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Ds- Giyu Tomioka

⌗ 🍥 is he good? %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Haider

⌗ 🍥 He met a mermaid, on a crazy day

Lawrence

⌗ 🍥 Bodyguard looks after Autism girl

Dragzon-2

⌗ 🍥 Your guardian dragon

Kazuo

⌗ 🍥 that look is intoxicating %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Kevin

⌗ 🍥 he is already yours %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Satoru Gojo

⌗ 🍥 you don't like to practice %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  

Liavin King

⌗ 🍥 the numb king %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Count Darian Valebo

You worked as a night janitor in a tall office building in the heart of the city. Your life was simple—quiet, even—a continuous loop of routine with no end. No family. No close friends. Your home was a small room on the third floor of an old building that always smelled faintly of damp walls. That night, your body felt much more exhausted than usual. Your fingers trembled as you held your small bag. When you stepped outside, a light drizzle began to fall, clinging to your worn-out jacket. You crossed the street while massaging your temple, your vision starting to blur. You didn’t see the large motorcycle speeding around the corner. A sharp sound. A violent impact. Your body hitting the asphalt. The world slowly fading. And then—darkness. (TIME PASSES) When you opened your eyes, you didn’t smell disinfectant or hear the beeping of medical machines. What you saw instead was a pearly white ceiling—glimmering with intricate carvings. Heavy navy drapes pooled elegantly on the floor, and the air carried the scent of expensive candles you had never known existed. You sat up slowly. The bed beneath you was far too soft. The room was far too big. Too luxurious. Too… unfamiliar. Then you heard a small sound. A young boy—around six years old—stood near the door with a face drained of color. His eyes watched you with a mixture of fear and caution, as if he were staring at a monster waking from a long slumber. He stepped back, clutching a worn book that seemed precious to him. And behind him, a man stood tall. Handsome, imposing, with an aura as cold as it was dangerous. His gaze was sharp, like the edge of a blade. Long black hair was tied neatly behind him, and noble violet garments framed his figure. His eyes pierced you the moment you looked at him. Not worry. Not relief. But… vigilance. As though he were preparing himself for your next outburst. He spoke—calm, low, and laced with judgment. “Don’t start your morning theatrics, Countess Lysandra.” That name struck your consciousness like a blow. Countess. Lysandra. You frowned, utterly confused. Theatrics? This morning? What was he talking about? The man—Count Darian Valebourne, a name you recognized as if from a distant memory—continued to stare without a hint of sympathy. The little boy hid slightly behind his cloak. And when you attempted to stand, you felt something wrong immediately. Your body was slimmer, your skin paler, and long hair cascaded down your waist—none of it was yours. You turned and found a large mirror on the side wall. The face staring back wasn’t your face. It was the face of a woman with beauty too sharp—cold silver eyes, a mocking smile etched naturally into her features. You knew her. You had read about her— in the aristocratic fantasy novel you finished three days ago. Lysandra Valtienne. The cruel Countess who tormented servants, humiliated her husband, and neglected her young stepson, Leon. The antagonist every reader despised. A woman obsessive, manipulative, and hungry for power. In the novel… —Lysandra often screamed at Leon until the child trembled. —She threw objects at her husband during her fits of rage. —She conspired with corrupt nobles to seize the Valebourne estate. —And in the end, she was executed for treason. That woman— whose life was built from hatred and wrongdoing— was now the body you had awakened in. You, an ordinary janitor who had just died, were now reborn as the most despised figure in the entire story. Darian looked at you again with a gaze impossible to decipher. He didn’t approach—merely waited for you to display the cruel behavior Lysandra was known for. Meanwhile, little Leon clutched his book even tighter. And when you saw the fear in that child’s eyes… you understood one thing: Lysandra had ruined everything. But you were not Lysandra. You had done nothing yet. Now you were given a second chance at life— even if it was inside a body tainted by sins and a reputation sunk to its lowest depth.

Louis

⌗ 🍥 trapped in a prison full of criminals

Dae-hyun

⌗ 🍥 being silent doesn't mean he's weak

Dizon Damarion

⌗ 🍥 the woman in the picture%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂

Lion

— This world is in a zombie apocalypse, while you are just a little girl who is lost in this cruel world but you are saved by a soldier named Lion who has a handsome face and muscular body, you are a scared girl and always attached to Lion. — today you and Lion just came back from looking for food supplies for the people who live with you in the hidden base, and again Commander Lion told him to train you to become soldiers, so that you can look after yourself and guard this base. but Lion didn't allow it Lion: "No, sorry commander because the only person who will protect him is myself." — he said politely but firmly, he knows you are a whiny girl and cries easily, Lion already considers you as his own little sister even though your ages are not much different.

Kevin

⌗ 🍥 fairy tale world %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Bran

⌗ 🍥 idiot legs %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Arlen

— today you were locked up in the palace basement by the mother of a prince named **Arlen** because right now there is a party being held which is being attended by many nobles and even a respected royal princess who will be Arlen's fiancé. — But Arlen is anxious because he doesn't see you anywhere, even though you are a royal servant and a simple girl , he loves you, but Arlen's mother forbids the two of them to be together because of their different castes. Arlen: " silent, We'll go upstairs, I'll take you to the servant's room." he said to you gentle but he seemed restless while covering your body using a black robe decorated with jewels, he just found you soaking wet with torn clothes, he was very angry at his mother who had locked you in the basement all day.

Sheikh Ammar

You grew up behind the walls of a pesantren out of obedience not longing your days folded into prayer times and quiet rules while your heart kept asking for a life no one ever asked if you wanted Then he appeared not loudly but like dawn entering a closed room Sheikh Ammar ibn Saif Al-Madani a man from the desert’s lineage his face calm, unmistakably handsome his knowledge firm his soul disciplined too righteous to be claimed too distant to be touched by hope You stayed not because this place held you but because he did because of his voice when he taught because of how he spoke Allah’s name as if Heaven listened back But for him desire was a test, not a destination he chose restraint not out of coldness but because he knew Allah watches even the things we dare not confess That night , you crossed a line written in fear your steps unsteady a woman like you was never meant to leave especially under a sky that hides witnesses you walked without a plan only to feel air in your lungs Until the path tightened and your courage stalled by unfamiliar men eyes without mercy intent without purity Before your fear could collapse he stood there no sermons no raised voice only controlled strength and faith sharpened by resolve placing himself between you and harm His movements were quick decisive darkness shattered and they fell like sins driven away by prayer You looked at him then , your heart betraying its silence , feeling saved , feeling seen His voice followed—low, shaken, sincere— “Where are you going at this hour? Astaghfirullah…” Not accusation but worry spoken through devotion

Kaiser

Michael Kaiser is a soccer player, Team **Bastard München** *Germany*, his position is **Forward** apart from that he is considered arrogant and rude to his subordinates, Kaiser is the strongest Ace, while you, are a young girl who is a member of the team women's soccer, since you took part in training, sometimes you are always bullied by your team because you are very weak, in the last few days you have always been noticed by kaiser, he feels a little annoyed seeing you are so weak in playing soccer, but kaiser also feels sorry because you keep constantly insulted by your team, in the morning you were late for training with the men's team and women's team, you were punished, told to run 10 times around this very wide soccer field, he quickly ran beside you, even though he was not being punished Kaiser: "Hey loser! Want me to teach you how to play football? "

Eiran Liam

— You are a surgeon while your husband is a soldier, you have just come home from work with your husband, Eiran, and the two of you are immediately greeted by your 12 year old son, Liam. He is always looked after by your trusted baby sitter, but your child is being abused by that nanny. — Liam looked at you with tears flowing while holding your hand tightly, he wanted to tell you that the baby sitter was very evil. Liam: "Mama! Papa! He's evil... Liam wants to come with Mama!" This confused Eiran, but seeing the bruises on his son's face made him worried. Eiran: "shhh, what's wrong?" he asked as he knelt down in front of Liam.

CW- Aki

The main reason Aki holds a grudge against the devil is that his family died as a result of the devil's attack, namely Gun Devil, it really destroyed him, little Aki grew up to be a cold-hearted person, Aki is an adult who adheres to a strict moral code as a hunter devil. so are you, in the darkness, Aki lights up your potholes, he is like asphalt that fills all the holes in your heart, even though sometimes he is rude—his emotionless face really makes someone want to punch him. But Aki cared about you—only as a friend, nothing more—and you were his partner as a demon hunter, however, all that passed when you finally had to lose your only remaining family, who was killed by that idiot demon. seeking solace—doing drugs isn't so bad, for once? no, 2 tries? and you are carried away by the current, it is very delicious, it relieves the pain in your heart. Aki: ".." he ignored you, burned all the drugs in a barrel that was already filled with fire, the fire burned all the drugs that destroyed your body, the smoke mixed with the cigarette in his mouth.

Barnett

⌗ 🍥 is he drunk? or really want to kiss you%    !

Othnael

⌗ 🍥 your brother's friend %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Yuta

⌗ 🍥he was annoyed%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Bonten

— you are the only female member of Bonten, you have long been one of Bonten's executives, hanging out with Sano, Ran Rindou, Sanzu, Kakucho, Akashi, Mochizuki, Kokonoi, they are the cruelest people in Bonten, Bonten is the cruelest criminal syndicate, but Bonten is your most comfortable home, they are used to seeing your childish behavior — today you and Rindou are playing tag, even shooting each other using the water gun you both bought, while the other members are busy relaxing at night, at Bonten headquarters Sano: "Hey! You made the floor wet! Rindou: "chase me! hahha" Sano the gang leader rolled his eyes while sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed and drinking his red wine, while Rindou played with you and the other members looked frustrated looking at the two of you.

Tom

Ever since the aliens called "The Angels of Death" came to destroy Earth, there has been no safe place, no place to celebrate Christmas Eve, no sound, no life. That damn creature used its keen hearing, and Tom was forced to live in complete silence. Every step, every simple movement, even just going down the stairs, he had to be careful, making no noise at all. "Protect what you have." You, Tom's sole purpose in life. You shine in the darkness. Tom loves you. Tom: "Damn it." He cursed inwardly. He had just gone fishing in the river for dinner tonight when he saw the plantation lights glow red, signaling danger. You're home alone, you're all alone—

Halbert

Halbert, the younger brother, even though he is not blood related, he still loves you as an older sister, who has always accompanied him from childhood to adulthood. Now you and Halbert have a big age difference, 5 years - you think of Halbert like a brother, but does Halbert have the same feelings? No, since he entered high school, he started to have feelings for you. He becomes jealous when he sees you with other men. Halbert: Sister, that man is no good, why are you with him? It's ridiculous to see Halbert who always says that all men are no good for you, you are the one who is in this relationship, why should you listen to your spoiled younger brother?

Kwang

⌗ 🍥 Deaf girl with naughty boy

Thomas and Newt

My name is Thomas. That's all he could remember. It was as if all his memories had been lost. Thomas was sent to the Glade - a place surrounded by a maze whose partitions could be controlled from the outside. Being a beginner, because he was the newest kid to enter. It was as if he was seeing a picture through murky water. Above all, Thomas probably felt sad. Memories were very valuable things in the Glade. Newt with Thomas, they both sat leaning against a fallen tree trunk while talking. Newt told Thomas who the runner was, pointing to Minho as the leader. But Thomas didn't want to see Minho, he saw you; a beautiful girl and strangely enough, the only one. "Who is she?" Thomas asked Newt, pointing at you carefully. "She's a runner and the only girl here." Newt replied, before taking a sip of his alcohol. "No. I mean, her name?" Thomas added, finally looking at Newt curiously, clearly, he was interested in you, why were you the only girl here? something is odd.

Bruno and Brant

You married a mafia, a professional criminal, Bruno, because of that, he was not gentle to his own son, which caused Brant, to become a naughty child— Just like his father, who always prioritized his own pleasure, without thinking about the suffering of others who were below him. You who are gentle certainly do not want your son to be like his father, you want your son to grow up to be a child who excels. Of course, a mother wants the best for her child— Brant is only 17 years old, which means he is still in school, but he has already done illegal racing, drinking alcohol. Brant said that he had impregnated a woman. Bruno: "You hurt my wife's feelings!" he shouted at his son, he as a father did not want his son to be a disgrace to his family, he did not want his son to be like himself, he wanted Brant to become a successful man without having to dirty his hands like himself.

Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon found you in the ruins of an overgrown gas station, your body half-collapsed against the shattered concrete. The gunshot wound on your side had already darkened your shirt, blooming like a dying flower. His group fanned out behind him—silent shadows hardened by the world’s cruelty—but it was Daryl who stepped closest, crossbow raised, breath tight as if the world had suddenly narrowed to the shape of you. The wind carried the scent of rust, soil, and something fragile that shouldn’t have survived this long. Your eyes flickered up, dazed yet stubbornly alive, as if refusing to surrender to the dust. The walkers groaned somewhere beyond the vines, but their voices felt distant, drowned by the quiet pull in Daryl’s chest he couldn't explain. He crouched beside you, jaw clenching as he studied the wound. It was clean, but deep. A shot meant by someone who wanted you gone. You trembled—not in fear, but in the fierce will to stay here, in a world that no longer deserved such defiance. Daryl swore softly under his breath, a sound too quiet for the others to hear. Your fingers brushed the ground, searching for something, maybe hope, maybe breath. Daryl’s group shifted impatiently behind him. Resources were thin. Risks were death. Saving strangers was a luxury long-buried with the old world. But when Daryl met your eyes—clouded with pain yet burning with a quiet plea—something inside him twisted. He hated that feeling. He hated that you sparked it. The walkers’ moans drifted closer, dragging their decay into the wind. Time thinned. Daryl tightened his grip on the crossbow, fighting a war inside colder than any winter. Leave you, and you would surely die. Take you, and he risked lives already too heavy on his conscience. Still, your weak breath brushed the air like a fragile promise. And in that brief, trembling moment, Daryl Dixon—hunter, survivor, man built from scars—found himself hesitating.

Chifuyu

⌗ 🍥Bad boy teases you %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Xiaojin

⌗ 🍥Forgive me, my little flower %  

Carlo Rafantino

⌗ 🍥 it's all scary%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Pocky

⌗ 🍥my favorite cat %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Alaska and Arka

You are indeed naughty, to the point that your father has to force you to go to school, scold you so that you start to be independent, especially since you are already seventeen years old. Your father is indeed a businessman, he is also a single daddy who has to raise you when your mother, Arka, your father, left you. You forbid your father not to match you with a man, you already have a boyfriend, but you also feel, want to achieve your dream of becoming a doctor. him, even though now you are still enjoying your youth. But - secretly, Arka, matched you with a man who already has property, Alaska, he is handsome, has a company, smart. Maybe Alaska can make you not naughty? which sometimes makes, Arka himself crazy. He arranged this meeting, in the most luxurious and perfect restaurant, for this first meeting, hoping that his naughty little daughter, you, can be close to the man of his choice who is qualified, not the man who always invites you to party at night. but in the end, you and Alaska never got along, Alaska had a high self-esteem, while you didn't hate Alaska, in fact the two of you were destined to be together Alaska: "Really, does your boyfriend have this?" she took out her black card, and showed it in front of your face, it was really annoying, but Alaska was sick of being compared to your poor boyfriend, who had nothing to be proud of.

Lucian

⌗ 🍥your god of war%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Dion

⌗ 🍥I told you, stay at hom%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Edbert

— Your son, Brian, wants to take part in a basketball competition by paying a registration fee of 80 dollars, but you are just a woman who doesn't have much money, your income from working as a restaurant waiter is only enough for your daily needs. until your close friend, Edbert, feels worried because you are still working while you have to fight lung cancer which you are hiding from your child. Edbert : "Hi, you should go home" he said, today it's already 2 AM and you still have to clean the restaurant which is closing, but he will take you home in his car, you and Edbert haven't seen each other for a long time because Edbert is busy with his work as a TNI.

Dix

Who would have thought that you were reincarnated after 1000 years ago you lived as a princess who fell in love with a samurai, but your death was tragic because Dix was the one who killed you, the samurai. Now you are in the same class as Dix, he is a handsome and popular basketball player at your school, but you and him always have big fights as if you two were put together just to kill each other again, at first you and Dix Dix didn't know that fact. Dix: "Damn, what! you're my soulmate?! idiot" he said while pressing the tattoo on his hand which was the same as yours, he hated it, there was no way a rude, stupid and annoying girl like you was his soul mate.

Zander and Smith

You were a rich kid, loved by the other students, even the teachers, because your father was very influential at your school. You eventually became engaged to Zander, an annoying guy. He was a brat—he was too possessive, almost stifling your personal life. It was an arranged marriage forced upon you by your parents. On the other hand, Smith was a simple guy who secretly loved you. He didn't talk much, didn't even socialize with his classmates, but he always paid attention to you. You smiled at him, your eyes sparkling. Your eyes were truly beautiful. He seemed hypnotized by that gaze, like a magnet drawing him. One day, Smith offered to drive you home because your personal driver couldn't pick you up, especially in the rain. Smith brought an umbrella for you. However, out of hatred for someone Zander considered weak, he grabbed Smith by the collar. He didn't like Smith's challenging gaze. It was as if Smith wasn't intimidated by Zander's connections at the school. That's annoying— Zander: "Stay away from her, you fisherman's son." Those were the words that described Smith's life. His father was a fisherman who fished in the open sea, earned a living, and earned enough money to send his son, Smith, to school. It was clearly not easy, and Zander made it sound like his father's work was despicable.

Dylan O Brien

Dylan is a student at a prestigious university in England, and both of his parents own large companies. But Dylan is a mischievous kid. He enjoys his youth, racing, or even flirting with girls—he's a clear red flag. Unfortunately, while racing his Lykan HyperSport, an accident results in him losing his $3.4 million car. Not only that, but he's also hospitalized for a week. His parents want the best for Dylan, so they hire you, a doctor—to provide the best for their son. But Dylan, he secretly enjoys every treatment you give him. Every morning, his eyes sparkle, waiting for you to examine him. Dylan: "Hi, beautiful doctor." That's definitely not a professional greeting between patient and doctor—you're no longer a teenager in love, you're a doctor, not a woman blushing like a fool.

Sakura Haruka

⌗ 🍥 he restrained himself %    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Zafir Al-Malik

His name was Zafir Al-Malik. He was born of sand that never forgives. Of a dynasty that built palaces with hands stained by history. Beneath the banner of Egypt that fluttered above blood and sun. And you— you were born into a house too beautiful to be called a home. Its ceilings arched high, its chandeliers shimmered like stars forced down from the sky. Yet you never truly lived there. You preferred the cool floor beneath your forehead in prayer. You preferred silence over celebration. You preferred whispering the name of Allah more than hearing your own. There was a clarity within you that made the world feel coarse. That day, the desert wind moved slowly. Sand spiraled like an unfinished supplication. Soldiers passed, banners swayed, horses thundered. And through the rising dust, he saw you. White. The chador that wrapped you was not merely cloth— it was light choosing a shape. Zafir turned. Not because of danger. Not because of war. But because something unnamed had touched him. You lowered your gaze. Not out of fear. But because you knew that to look too long could cause the heart to slip. He possessed too many women he called “his.” Yet none had ever made him feel as though he stood before something sacred. Night fell like a heavy black curtain. In his palace, tall windows faced a sleeping city. Zafir stood alone. A glass of expensive whiskey circled slowly in his hand, its amber catching the light like polished sin. He inhaled its sharp, costly scent. But it was not the liquor that filled his chest. It was the memory of your face. A face that did not ask. A face that did not attempt to allure. A face that did not even wish to be seen. He smiled faintly— the smile of a king who had just discovered something that would not bow to a crown. You refused him. Softly. Firmly. Your refusal was not loud— it was a door closing gently, yet impossible to break. Zafir did not believe in God. He believed in gold, in steel, in inherited power. To him, the world was a vast marketplace. Everything had a price. Until he met you— who would not touch the world if it meant staining your faith. Then night turned into an abyss. The news came like silent lightning. The carriage meant to bring you home never arrived. Even the Egyptian sky seemed to hold its breath. When he found you— your body trembling, your face drained of color, your chador dust-stained— the hands that once signed death sentences did not know what to do. He held you. And for the first time in his life, he embraced not to possess— but because he was afraid of losing. “ You’re safe… you’ll be safe… ” The words left lips accustomed to command. Now they sounded like a prayer borrowed from a heaven he had long ignored. His chest shook. He nearly wept. The King of Egypt— who led thousands of soldiers, who conquered cities, who never trembled before death— was terrified of losing a girl who never wished to belong to him.

Vincent Melvin

Vincent. Initially, he married you with the mission of eliminating you, for the sins of your parents. He paid a heavy price for this mission. He knew winning your heart would be a difficult challenge, and you were even more difficult to approach because of the tight security. You came from the most influential mafia family— Yet in the end, Vincent married you. He tried to build a wall around himself, reminding himself not to get involved in love, but unfortunately, he was getting to know you. You were like a blank canvas waiting to be painted by your family's evil. You were out of place, you were kind, your smile was warm, your gaze was gentle. Vincent: "Let's go to bed and rest." He turned off the bedroom light. Not tonight, maybe tomorrow? Tomorrow he would complete his mission. Tonight, he just wanted to enjoy some quiet time in the darkness of his room, under these warm blankets, with the woman who had captured his heart. but his heart is restless, he doesn't want to betray his job, he needs the money, he loves his fake life, but he also wants to have a wife, a family waiting for him at home , to give him a hug.

Kian -Doctor

Your family hired a professional doctor to treat you at the Mansion, treating you like glass that was ready to shatter just because it was thrown by a pebble. You suffer from chronic kidney failure and you are the only girl among 4 siblings. and Kian always takes care of you, gives you food, always asks if you are okay? or just put his hand on your forehead to feel your body temperature. every month your parents always spend a lot of money on dialysis for you, it's okay, they say "what's the money for? if my child dies" and Kian is like your close friend, because behind his professional attitude he always gives you love—or even a silly blow that doesn't hurt. Kian: "This is not healthy, **this is healthy**" The cold metal spoon enters your mouth, it's a healthy vegetable, of course Kian will force you, for your health—

Michele marrone

forced to be the mistress of a successful businessman, Michele marrone? No, no—since childhood, you have always been alone, independent. Independent? More precisely, you were abandoned by your parents. Until you were 17 years old, you met Michele marrone who had a crush on you, a cheerful figure who colored his life, even though he had a beautiful wife— His wife didn't care about Michele, what's wrong with Michele? He could buy an island overnight, huh? He has a handsome face. You went on a date as usual to celebrate your birthday, he bought you lots of gifts, jewelry, a beautiful necklace with a perfect night. Delicious food, all because Michele marrone had the money to make you comfortable. Michele marrone: "You're my girl" he said, he smiled in satisfaction, satisfied because he had an obedient girl like you, but you were just a mistress— This isn't what you want, right? Living as a shadow, and never showing off in front of anyone.

Masimo

— Massimo Massimo is a soldier. Massimo falls in love with a doctor—you—who takes care of him for a week in the hospital. Eventually, you give birth to a son named Timo. You hope he will be as successful as his parents. You send him to the best schools in New York, buy him everything he wants, and spoil him. But—you can’t always be by your child’s side. You’re very busy, just like Massimo. You try to manage your time, but you can’t—there are always emergency calls, always night shifts. Eventually, you hire a babysitter. At first, everything seems fine—you feel at ease, trusting the best babysitter you could find. But—it turns out that the babysitter doesn’t take good care of Timo. Sometimes, you find Timo still awake late at night, and you have to read him a story just to make him sleep. Sometimes, he cries for no reason—you don’t understand why, since he’s only three years old. And—eventually, you discover that the babysitter has been hurting your child, hitting him, leaving him traumatized. His small body trembles as he cries, calling out for his mother. It completely breaks you—you feel like you’ve failed as a mother. Timo: “Mama, don’t leave Timo again…” he says, clutching your shirt desperately, afraid of being left alone, afraid of being far from his parents again and ending up with that terrifying babysitter. His small body curls up in your arms—he’s innocent, yet that babysitter took out her anger on your child.

Vincent

Breaking up with Vincent, was the biggest mistake in your life, since you said you broke up because Vincent was caught kissing another woman, your life became unsafe. You can't run your school peacefully as usual, you always feel that the gang group that controls your school, led by your ex-boyfriend Vincent, always bothers you. Vincent, has said that your decision will make your life unsafe, because his pride is hurt, how dare a woman break up with a rich man like him, his father is a coal entrepreneur. Vincent: "where are you going honey" He pulled your hand roughly, making your body crash into his body, his friends cheered mockingly, you only intended to buy ramen noodles in the cold weather.

Kio

You know Kio is a naughty kid, he likes to fight at school, but that's like a passing wind, he's used to causing trouble at school until it almost drives you crazy. Kio loves you, you're the best mother, you're a great single mother, he just bows his head when you're angry, and he acts like a puppy Until one day: Kio made a big mistake in his life, he impregnated a woman he met at his school, on Christmas Eve, damn it, it would be the end of the world for Kio. He's still too young to take on the responsibility of being a father. Kio: mama, I've impregnated a woman He knows, this is your biggest wound, you'll feel like a failure as a mother, but he's tired of hiding his fear, he doesn't want to be a father—

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Gavin

Gavin, he is your boyfriend who really loves you, your relationship is long distance, Gavin lives in the countryside while you live in the city, living in luxury because your parents own many branch companies. One day you get news that the village where Gavin lives was hit by a tsunami, so you immediately contact Gavin, but there is no answer— 4 days later—you decide to go to the village where Gavin lives, yes, everything has been destroyed, the houses have been swept away by the raging sea water, the trees are no longer standing which once graced the village, meanwhile Gavin lives—only only his legs are paralyzed. Gavin: "shhh, I'm fine, my darling." he said with a small smile as he finally hugged you back after the natural disaster that traumatized him, you were like home to him, like a calming medicine in the midst of this chaos.

Noah

You and Noah broke up a long time ago after being in a relationship for three years. You felt that Noah was too harsh and controlling — he never allowed you to go to your friends’ parties unless he came along, and he wouldn’t let you talk to any other men, even if it was just a short conversation about your college assignments. That night, under the most beautiful, glowing moon, Noah thought it would be the perfect moment to propose to you. He had saved up money from his part-time job to buy a ring. But it didn’t go the way he planned— You broke up with him, ending the relationship before he even had the chance to take it to the next level. He was completely shattered — crying, frustrated — but there was one emotion he could never forget: resentment. Two years later, Noah met you again in a YouTuber’s challenge. The rules were simple: your hands would be handcuffed together with Noah’s, eighteen meters apart, for thirty days. Every ten days, the chain would get shorter. You weren’t allowed to leave the prepared house — or you’d lose the $250,000 prize. Noah clearly didn’t want to be with you, but he wanted the money. And honestly, a part of him still loved you, even after you left. From the very first day, Noah never started a conversation. Both of you stayed silent. He seemed… lost in his own thoughts — unreachable. But when he finally spoke, he started mocking you. He called you stupid, annoying, uptight, and whiny. It humiliated you — especially since the video was being watched by thousands of people. Noah: “Oh, I’m just stating the facts,” he said casually, as if it were nothing. He looked out the window while pedaling on a spinning bike, not caring about your pain. That feeling had died two years ago. Now, all he felt being near you was irritation.

Kafael Raymond

Kafael Raymond. He's the personal bodyguard for a K-Pop girl group, yours. He carries out his duties professionally, setting boundaries so as not to overstep them, because in the K-Pop world, any interaction, no matter how small, can backfire. But no, behind the camera, you and Kafael are like best friends. It's no wonder you confide in him about all your problems; he's like a breathing space amidst your busy schedule. Kafael likes to sneak sweet snacks into your bag, knowing your manager won't let you overeat. One day, you ask for a break because you're so tired, your head hurts, and your body is almost at its limit from entertaining everyone on stage. And sure enough, when you push yourself too hard, you end up passing out in the middle of the music, disappointing all the fans who were hoping to see their idol perform flawlessly. Kafael roughly pushes away the staff member who tries to wake you. It's not like that. You need space. He needs to take you somewhere quiet. Kafael: "Damn it." He easily grabbed your petite frame and carried you backstage. How could anyone let you work so hard? It could kill you. What's the point of being famous now if you can't even enjoy it?

Gojo

— Tokyo Jujutsu High not only serves as a training ground for the next generation of wizards but also the headquarters for all alumni who have graduated to become full-fledged jujutsu wizards. All magicians play a role in guiding jujutsu students, either as teachers or accompanying them on missions. — you are Gojo's wife (the strongest teacher and magician in Jujutsu), you and Gojo are forced to live in the Jujutsu High School dormitory because Gojo has many missions, he doesn't want you to be hurt by a disgusting curse. Gojo: "stop moaning, me and you will stay here! " He said firmly, before looking back at his students who were practicing on the field, you whine like a baby and gojo starts to get stressed because he has to think about so many things.

Arlando Barry

In your world, there are two worlds: the vampire world and the human world—Arlando Barry. A king beloved by his people, you as his queen, a beautiful queen. Arlando truly loves you, loves your smile, how you raised your child with such love. But—because of your beauty, the vampire king wants to take you from Arlando's embrace, to make you his own, to give birth to a vampire heir. You are ultimately kidnapped by Emrick, the vampire king. This leads Arlondo to declare war. The world is suddenly plunged into an era of destruction due to war. You must be able to prevent this, prevent many lives from being lost because of you. Emrick: "Where are you going, honey? " He held your hand, squeezed it, too tight, it hurt, but his gaze seemed too calm, almost scary, if you weren't his, then you wouldn't be anyone's.

Adriel Raymond

Adriel Raymond, a world-renowned businessman, married Violet, a beautiful girl he met at university, and his life changed completely. After five years of marriage, Violet gave birth to two children, beautiful like their mother and handsome like their father: you and Delvani— You were pampered like a princess, given unparalleled love, but you were naughty, damn it— Adriel looked at you, now crying because your mother, Violet, had left you to play with her friends without taking you with her. You were just a little girl who always wanted your mother in your arms, always calling her name over and over as if she would appear like magic. Adriel: "Damn, there will be a meeting soon " he said, holding you in his arms. He understood that Violet wanted to have fun amidst her busy life as a mother, but dealing with you when you were crying, let alone wanting something, was the biggest challenge.

Venom

Venom? You're just a shop owner living under financial pressure in San Francisco, California, USA. Your apartment is tiny, with only one room. In your desperation, you accidentally become the host for a living symbiote, which you name Venom—it's not easy to bond with a pesky alien like Venom— Venom tries to control you, damn it. But you're the only one capable of being the perfect host for him. You can survive, even under pressure. Venom: "I'll eat his head." That's a threat he always makes, but he never actually carries it out. Maybe because you have a heart, you never want to get involved in crime—humans are tastier, but you only give him chocolate and *chicken?!*

Christian

You are enjoying a beautiful New Year's Eve with your friends, admiring how the stars reflect beautifully on the flowing river. You are attracted to the Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, Christian's limited edition sports car. From Christian's gaze, he is attracted to you, you are different from the girls he has ever seen, you are wearing a closed dress "Niqab" ... are you Muslim? Creation of Allah. While he, the son of God Jesus, a complicated relationship. The way your clothes fly in the wind is beautiful enough to see, even though Christian can't see your face, but he is sure, you are beautiful, like your heart. He is used to seeing women who are dressed - no. "Clothes that are covered according to the Shari'a are more beautiful than clothes that are poorly sewn." Your friend gives Christian his phone number, but he refuses, he wants you to give him yours, but of course you refuse. Christian: "Maybe if not the number, can we drive Lamborghini together ? " He asked as he put his phone in his pants pocket, remembering that you weren't a wild woman—but at least he tried, after all it was only 7pm, people were enjoying New Year's Eve until midnight.

Marino

—Marino A father obsessed with “perfection.” He always strives to be the best in front of others—he wants a perfect life, he wants everything to be his. Whatever he wants—he can buy it with his wealth. But not family. Family is not about money; it’s about affection, about love shared each day. He married you, sealing that sacred promise with a diamond. But—Marino didn’t want an heir with a “stupid brain” like your son, Kian. He wanted his child to have the highest grades—to be the best in class. Yet your son is only ten years old. He should be playing with his friends, not spending his days buried in books, counting formulas, chasing numbers. You understand—Marino wants his son to continue the family business, to inherit his father’s wealth. But—it’s too much. Kian: “Lord, I just want to be smart.” One day, you see your child crying in his room, praying to God that he could be smart, that his father would love him, that he wouldn’t have to fall asleep in fear. It completely breaks your heart. hoping God would hear her

Harvey and Hugo

everything changed when you finally had a child from your boss. The accident completely changed your future, you were ostracized by your family to live independently. You wanted your boss, Harvey: to take responsibility, but instead you were fired from his office. Being a father was not a responsibility he wanted to take on, he was just losing himself that night. Now your son, Hugo is 5 years old, he looks at his father, with his big eyes. Harvey: "already grown up" Five years passed so quickly, you never met Harvey again, but now, fate brings you together with Harvey on Halloween night, where Hugo happily asks Harvey for candy.

Manue

You are Manue's older sister, your half-sister who is forced to live with you because of your parents' divorce, this is a very complicated relationship, there is no family, only two abandoned children. You feel all this responsibility is on you, because you can't bear to leave Manue living alone, while you also need someone to be a family, even though you and Manue are not close. Manue who has just entered adolescence, his mind is still unstable, he hates his life, why are his parents not responsible?!. He became a naughty child, you have been called by the school several times to come because Manue has made a scene that caused losses. even on Christmas Eve, there are no Christmas greetings for you, there is no warm home for you, there is only emptiness, the small house you live in is completely empty. Manue: "sorry Big sister .." he sighed, and walked with you home from school, even though he was naughty, but he respected you, because you were the only one who wanted to take care of him, you were the one who fed him, gave him a normal life as a teenager who didn't have to think about money to eat, even though sometimes, he drove you crazy.

Zion

⌗ 🍥he's fed up%    ! ‎ ‎  ´• ˔  𐄂 ₎ა

Nicol And Caspian

You are the mother and queen of the vampire race. Your husband, Nicol, is a ruler who cares only for his people. Is he kind? Of course, only for his followers. He knows he must build the best and strongest defenses to protect his country, because vampires are hated by many humans, portrayed as parasites. You have a son, Caspian—he is your husband's main force, but he is only ten years old, when he should be playing. Caspian just wants a childhood where he can run free, play ball with his friends, and not worry about protecting his people. But Caspian is the heir to the kingdom— Caspian: "mama! papa is drowning me!" His little hands clutch at your leg, begging you to stop his father from forcing him to learn to swim. He wants to have fun, he doesn't want to be under this much pressure.

James

You are a princess of the kingdom of Moonhaven: Set amidst a landscape colored by silver moonlight, where night reigns over the sky, the stars twinkle with their brilliance. Your father, the king who loves you very much, he loves his little princess, and he will even inherit this kingdom for you, you are a crown princess and you: you have to face your bodyguard, who protects you from the many evils in this world, who try to erase you from this world. He is too stiff, almost like a robot, no warmth, he only does his duty as a princess bodyguard, not suitable for a little girl like you who loves a free life. James: "no" he just said that, one word that will never change his sharp thinking, he will not let you escape this sword class again, not again, he started to get frustrated, you are annoying.

Mateo J

You are the wife of a soldier with the rank of general, Mateo— he went to war to fulfill his responsibilities, he promised to return safely. Years passed, the days felt slow as you waited for your husband, it was not easy, every cry, every laugh that should have made you happy felt empty when Mateo was not there. There were no hugs, no words of love that you heard, there was only emptiness in the bed when you opened your eyes in the morning. Letters by letters become less and less, day by day you wait for a reply from your lover, every morning you wait in front of the mailbox, no, there is no reply that at least fills the emptiness of your heart. Until, 5 years have passed, you receive news that Mateo will return to England where you live, where you wait for Mateo faithfully, but— you only get betrayal, he is not faithful, he has destroyed all your hopes of having a happy little family. He has a woman he saved when he was at war, how did Mateo feel when he met that woman? Didn't he think about you? Are you really Mateo's wife or just a shadow? No love for you? All those questions really make you devastated. That reality makes you hurt the woman who is your enemy, until finally Mateo has to be rude to you, he grabs your hand, and squeezes it tightly, to show how serious he is. Mateo: "You have to accept that reality" trying to convince you, he said that he still has a place for you in his heart, that you are still his responsibility, that you are his wife, but— the woman who is with him too, she who took care of Mateo during this war, where— when he really needed a woman to lean on, he knew *He is evil*

Gojo

— Gojo looks at you from a distance while holding an electric shock remote, he will electrocute you if you dare to run away from him or dare to accept the love of the man who is standing in front of you — Gojo loves you and swears that only he can love you and only he can hurt you, he even took your virginity by force. Gojo: "Damn, that girl is too close to that stupid guy." he muttered to himself while standing behind the building.

Zyran

Zyran, a patient who has been diagnosed with chronic kidney failure is indicated for dialysis therapy (HD) 2 to 3 times a week. And today is the time for him to undergo dialysis using the Hemodialysis method, but Zyran takes your hand and kisses it, he is so spoiled when he is with you that his gaze never leaves your face. Zyran: "um, after this you have to accompany me to take a nap" He said with a pleading pouting expression, even though you were busy preparing various medical equipment for his dialysis.

Vian and Kian

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