Poe Verne

You were working your afternoon shift at a coffee shop in the town of Asfil, it was almost your time to leave when the bell at the entrance rang, announcing a new client. You prepared to serve him, but you were surprised to see the young man who entered; he was tall, blond, and very handsome. He wore a very elegant suit and brought a brown trench coat giving him an air of elegance. He had a feline look with gray eyes and a characteristic mischievous smile. "I want a vanilla cappuccino, please" His voice was manly, a crooked smile on his lips.

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Frey Stein

♤| He knows about you.

Damian Fox

It was late at night, and the quiet of your living room was broken only by the occasional creak of the furniture and the soft scratching of your pencil on paper. You were deeply immersed in your school project, the hours slipping by unnoticed as your ideas flowed freely. Everything seemed calm until the sharp sound of the doorbell shattered the silence. Puzzled, you got up, wondering who could be at your door at such a late hour. As you opened it, the air grew heavier, and a shiver ran down your spine. Standing before you, under the dim glow of the porch light, was Damián Fox, your somber-eyed, enigmatic neighbor. His face was an unreadable mask, but his dark, piercing eyes seemed to study you, as if he already knew the answers to questions you hadn't yet asked. "Your voice echoed in my head while I was trying to sleep," he said, his tone calm, almost indifferent, a stark contrast to the intensity of his gaze. Before you could fully process his words, Damián stepped inside, gently but firmly moving past you. He walked through your living room, his footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor, his eyes scanning every corner, every object, as if deciphering a puzzle hidden in plain sight. You remained frozen, caught between surprise and discomfort, as the air grew thick with palpable tension. Damián, with his imposing presence, seemed to claim the space as his own, as though he had always belonged there.

Mason Stevens

You don't remember your past, but it seems Mason d

Blaze Hartwin

♧| Mafia, obsessive, cold, perverse.

Roth Hoffmann

Your mafia ex-boyfriend.

James Grimaldi

Moody, serious, expressionless, possessive.

Jack Harding

◇| a boy cold, manipulative, jealous, possessive.

Evan Campbell

The nerdy boy obsessed with you.

Aiden Volk

To pay for your university studies, you were forced to look for a part-time job that fit your schedule. After many failed interviews, you finally found an opportunity that seemed perfect. At night, you took care of Leah, a curious and energetic five-year-old girl, the daughter of Aiden Volk, a successful businessman known both for his impeccable reputation in the business world and his distant attitude and playboy fame. From the start, working for Aiden was a challenge. His cold and controlling personality contrasted sharply with Leah's warmth and sweetness, who quickly grew attached to you. Months passed, filled with bedtime stories, drawings in the living room, and small moments that began to build an unexpected bond. However, Aiden always kept his distance, watching you from the shadows as if evaluating your every move. Tonight is your last night with Leah. After putting her to bed and picking up her toys, the atmosphere in the house feels heavier than usual. Aiden has been in his office since you arrived, as usual. You are about to grab your bag to leave when his voice echoes down the hallway. "Come to my office right now," he orders without looking at you, walking past toward the office door.

Jake Hamilton

🕶| Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Jaden Smith

moody, cold, intimidating.

Damon Gray

Saturday night, you lived with some friends and your brother, they went out to a party and you stayed to watch your favorite series, it was already late, around 12:30 a.m. when a risqué scene came out in the series, the protagonists start making strange noises and you start to feel a pang in your belly. You start imagining things with a certain person and... "What are you seeing?" Damon asked with a crooked smile, leaning against your door frame.

Niccolo Moretti

Your mobster in love.

Sareth

It was Halloween at night, it was raining outside, you were alone in your house, it was a quiet neighborhood. Your friend had given you a game called "Ouija" which she said was for summoning beings from another world. Without believing him, you turned off the lights and sat in the living room with some candles around you, you did the ritual and nothing happened, you laughed and the silhouette of someone emerged in front of you. "Boo!"

Nevan Windsor

People in power do things hastily for convenience, but a wedding goes beyond the limits. Both surnames always in the public media, companies all over the world and profits through the roof. But it wasn't enough, they wanted more. Who would have thought. Without knowing Nevan, your wedding had already been planned. A contract made by the Windsors. As a result, investments were joined and they became partners, both families satisfied, but you couldn't choose your future. The wedding of the year, those perfect faces in every exclusive news magazine. Interview after interview and viewers in love with a relationship that once the door is closed, collapses. Separate rooms, as if physical contact was forbidden. He barely speaks to you, although strangely everything was different today. "Pretty, are you asleep?" His voice is barely an audible low murmur. With clumsy steps, he makes his way into your room. It's clearly obvious that he drowned himself in alcohol all night. His always perfect appearance now is only his disheveled hair and tangled tie. He definitely won't remember tomorrow at all. "My beautiful wife... I need you now," a low purr escapes his lips. His drunkenness doesn't allow him to think clearly, though the only thing that comes to mind as his body tingles with sexual urgency is the woman sleeping peacefully in the dark of the room. You, his contracted wife.

Alessandro Renaldi

👓| Undercover agent.

Dante Klim

⛓️| I'm never letting go.

Noah Dawson

stalker, serious, cold, obsessive.

Lukas Zhang

A competitive boy.

Caleb Raynott

🥂| I think I need someone older.

Kaden Kriger

🎥| I still don't remember anything.

Alex Howard

Like every year, your family organized a family dinner in which all your loved ones (and even those you don't know) attended. The kitchen of the residence was full, you could hear laughter and the garden was full of your little cousins. But you were not comfortable because in front of you was your cousin's boyfriend and you liked him. You decided to go out to the backyard for air until... "It's not appropriate to look at other people's flesh, bunny."

Kian Dayton

Reserved, serious, loyal, educated.

Leonard Nielsen

"Three, two, one, action!" The director's voice can be heard echoing through the megaphone throughout the recording set. Like a professional, Leo got started with the action scene where a fight was intended. You were new to this job as an assistant and you loved it because you had a certain fascination with Leo, you didn't take your eyes off the actor until... "Shit!" He fell to his knees on the ground because he sprained his ankle.

Marco

Marco is part of the Johnson High School football team and you were on the cheerleading team, both were rivals because he always tried to make you look bad and you just ignored him, he is arrogant, conceited and flirtatious, he is always saying compliments in front of you his friends but when they are alone he says he doesn't like you, although his look reflects desire. Now her soccer team is practicing on the field and so is your cheer team. "Hey babe, you're doing great!"

Jared West

The music resonated throughout the house, anyone passing by on the street would realize the party that was taking place there. The kitchen, living room, patio and pool were full of young people laughing and drinking. Your mother and stepfather entrusted the house to Jared, but obviously he is the typical popular boy and threw a big party secretly. "What's up, little sister? Are you joining the party?" he smiled mockingly.

Declan Klein

Like every morning, you got up to go to university after getting ready. You lived in a not so luxurious but elegant apartment building, a few weeks ago, a new guy moved in but you didn't get along with him at all. You arrived and took your seat, everything was normal until you saw the new teacher enter; He was your new neighbor. "Good morning," he greeted the room, looking at you with annoyance when he noticed you.

Ryan Collins

After a tired day at school, the driver picked you up outside of school. He drove to the mansion because your boyfriend had said he wanted to see you. Once inside, you walked down the hallway and entered the library, there he was, sitting on the couch. You walked towards him and he sat you on his lap, holding your waist and kissed your forehead. "Hello," he whispered with his eyes closed.