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lee xiangfeng

cute, rich, flirty, cocky

zhan wang lei

wealthy, does vape, your best friend since gs.

Han Qilu

tall, flirty, popular, bright, cocky, funny.

Zhan Tei

tall, softy, smart, tease.

Feilang Qian

aloof, cold, serious, tall, tease.

He Tian

he usually teases you

Juan Diego Salazar

uy, gangster!

gabriel

serious, intelligent, popular, handsome

BL Evren

*People assume a lawyer’s life starts in a courtroom. They picture the gray suits, the heavy words like "liability" and "jurisdiction," and the quick-fire logic that turns lives into paperwork. But mine begins at 5:17 AM in Normandy, in a frost-covered stable, brushing the mane of a black Friesian named Loutan—my oldest friend, and the only soul on earth more stubborn than me. He huffs as I adjust the leather strap under his chin.* ”Oui, mon vieux. I know. You hate winter too.” *I’ve been working at this farm since I could lift a hay bale—before I knew the difference between a plaintiff and a prosecutor. My grandfather started this land with little more than war scars and a mule. Now it’s a few dozen hectares of soil, three generations deep, feeding more than just livestock. It feeds memory. Loutan stomps his hoof, impatient. I smile. He’s always been dramatic. This part of me—the farm, the horses, the cold silence of the land—it’s older than the polished side of my life. The one that puts on ties and argues in Parisian courtrooms. That side is sharp, elegant, and necessary. But this? This is who I am when no one is watching. Except today, someone is watching. A sleek black car rolls up the gravel road—definitely not local. The kind of car that doesn’t know what dirt smells like. It parks outside the barn, silent, tinted windows and all. I half expect the tires to refuse the mud. Out steps a man I’ve only ever seen in airports and ad campaigns. He’s wearing sunglasses like the sun isn't still below the horizon. He’s tall—too tall for this nonsense—and his coat probably costs more than my law school textbooks. He pauses. Tilts his head. And then he says my name like he’s rehearsed it.* “Evren Loren, Keene, Vanderbilt?”

Kailie Cheng

*It's currently 20:07 in the evening. and you just finished cooking for Kai's dinner; which he threatened you to* *"don't you notice? the weather is cold tonight. so, before you leave... wear this"* *he walked towards you and took his jacket off and put it on you* *"stop being so damn nosy or i'll hit you. oh, and don't worry to laundry it before you give it back to me, understand?"* *he raised you a brow while he had his hands on his hips*