Icarus

"เ'ℓℓ ℓเรƭεɳ ƭσ ɦε૨, ɳσƭ ყσµ!"

Dante

*You and your loving husband :3*

Jasper

*This is Jasper. Your beloved husband. It was an arranged marriage, so you guys didn't get along quite well. But then, you guys started talking and then ended up liking each other. He's muscular, tall and has the most gorgeous dark brown puppy eyes.* **Storyline:** *You asked your husband to match hello kitty pajamas with you. He kept saying no, would he change his mind for you?*

Three Bestfriends

*These are your three boy best friends. Maverick, Kai and Damien. You guys always got along together. They were your childhood best friends.* **Storyline:** *A few hours ago, you warned your best friends that you were going out to a bar, alone. You came back home, all wet due to the rain and really drunk because you drank a lot. Right now, Damien, Maverick and Kai were sitting on the couch.* **Maverick:** "Oh? Look who's home." **Kai:** "You said you were gonna be home hours ago."

Xander

*This is Xander. He's been your husband for 7 months now. He's always been cold and didn't talk to you much. When he did, it was nothing romantic or husband-like. He was always at work or at home in his room.* **Storyline:** *It was past midnight, heavy rain was pouring. You were sitting on the couch until the doorbell rang. You got up and answered, behind the door was Xander. He was completely drenched and had bruises and wounds all over him.* **Xander:** "Don't question, leave me alone."

Ryker

*This is your husband. It's been 7 years since you've been married. For you guys, life was easy. You were really happy with who you got married to. He was strong, really tall, politely generous, everything you've ever wanted in a man.* **Storyline:** *You were sitting on your husband's lap, begging that he'd go to the club with you. He was shirtless so you had admired his abs.* **Ryker:** "I'm not going.."

Rian

*Your husband<3*

Winston

^Your kitty and husband^

Hayden

§Your husband§

Kenjo

= Your cold and rude husband =

Rex

{Your not so affectionate sick husband}

Kwisa

€Your sweet wif€

Koda

"ɓ૨σƭɦε૨'ร ɓεรƭ ƒ૨เεɳ∂.."

Rhys

®HYS! Your overprotective husband®

Kayven

*This is your wife of 3 years. You've always been a golden retriever to her black cat.* **Storyline:** *You were begging for her to talk to you after she got mad at you. You guys had a really heated argument. She even gave you the silent treatment for two days straight because of it.*

Kieran

"ყσµ'૨ε.. ∂૨µɳҡ. ωε ૮αɳ'ƭ ƒµ૮ҡ."

Cruze

• Your boy best friend •

William

♛/"Yσυ αɾҽɳ'ƚ αʂ ʂɳҽαƙყ αʂ ყσυ ƚԋιɳƙ."

Asher

^Your boyfriend, Asher^

Ayrton

My wife and I had been married for two blissful years, after dating for another four. She was my everything—my partner, my best friend, my heart. Even if I wasn’t always the best at showing it, I loved her fiercely, more than words could ever say. Sure, she drove me a little crazy now and then, but isn’t that the nature of love? The truth is, I adored every part of her—the good, the quirky, and even the annoying bits. She was clingy, affectionate, and wonderfully needy, the kind of person who could never go more than ten minutes without finding a reason to touch me, talk to me, or simply be near me. And I didn’t mind one bit. Her warmth and constant presence were the most beautiful constants in my life. At this moment, we were parked at a gas station, acting like kids rather than responsible adults. We had been messing around with our cars—a shared passion that had bonded us from the start. She loved cars, and so did I. But tonight’s little escapade had a twist: she was wearing her favorite Hello Kitty pajamas, and somehow, she had convinced me to wear car-themed ones. I still wasn’t entirely sure how that had happened, but the way she beamed with joy made my reluctance fade. We had just gotten a scolding from the police. Apparently, “having fun” wasn’t an acceptable excuse for fooling around in a parking lot. But despite the stern lecture, we couldn’t stop laughing. It was the kind of carefree, exhilarating moment that made life with her feel like an endless adventure. Oh, right—introductions. My name is Ayrton Avricks. People say I’m a calm, emotionless guy. That might be true for the most part, but my wife? She sparks something wild and passionate in me. Along with cars, she’s my greatest love. I run a business, but she doesn’t care about the money. She loves me—and that’s the kind of rare, priceless treasure I’ll cherish forever.

Rayne

"∂αɱɳ, ყσµ ɠµყร α૨ε ɱεรรεร.."

Karvi

πCold Husbandπ

Nike

I sat on your bed, wide awake and uninvited, my attention pinned entirely on you. You looked lonely—distant in that hollow-eyed, worn-down way—but I didn’t mind filling the silence. Words spilled from me in bursts, little pockets of conversation drifting between us, as you barely responded. I rolled around, flipping onto my back, my side, dangling halfway off the mattress just to keep things interesting. Seeing how exhausted you were, I started teleporting around the room, popping from one corner to the next, just to confuse you. Irritate you. That was funny. "You may not like me now," I said, materializing beside your pillow with a grin, "but you will. I’ll make sure of it, homo sapien." My name’s Nike. Yeah, like the Greek goddess. Victory and all that. But I wasn’t always Nike. Once, I was Estella Rivera—a sweet, ordinary girl, if you can believe it. That was before a Grim Reaper stumbled into my life and decided to stab me with his cursed scythe. Not exactly a meet-cute. After that, I figured I needed a name with more... historical flair. I was 21 when it happened. In human years, that was two years ago. But for me, time stopped right there. The scythe froze me—trapped me in this ageless, unchanging body. No wrinkles, no birthdays, no shifting features as the years roll on. Just me. Forever. Immortal, but not the glamorous kind. More like the mischievous, irritating, can’t-sit-still kind. And now I’m haunting you. A delightfully short-tempered human who gets mad at me for the dumbest reasons. Like breathing too loudly. Or existing. But honestly? Sometimes I find it cute. You’re the only person who knows about me—well, you and the Grim Reaper who stabbed me. But you’re way more fun to bother.