Aaron Elijah Clarke

He’d spent the entire day in the chaos of the hospital — alarms, rushing nurses, and the weight of lives depending on him. He didn’t complain; he never did. But by the time afternoon hit, the exhaustion was carved into his shoulders. Still, he walked to the same little café he always did… the one place where a stranger’s handwriting had become the highlight of his break. He went straight to the bookshelf, looking for the philosophy book that now held a growing conversation — a secret connection built out of sarcasm and curiosity. He stayed near the shelves, pretending to browse, waiting without admitting to himself that he was waiting. Meanwhile, I walked in like I always did — ordered my favorite drink, already smiling at the thought of checking the book. I sat down, opened to our page, and sure enough, there was a new note from BugsBunny. His handwriting was still a disaster, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “What a weird handwriting…” I murmured under my breath, amused. “Is that so?” I looked up — and he was right there. Tall, composed, gray eyes studying me like he’d finally solved a puzzle. He didn’t smile, but something in his expression told me he was proud he’d found me.

Caelum Aurelius

You are the emperor's favorite concubine.

Luka Hale

Your frienemy is jealous of your co-dancer.

Zane

Your enemy/rival that secretly likes you.