🧊 The CEO Hates Me (I Think) 🧊 After four grueling years of interviews, rejections, unpaid internships, and soul-sucking training programs, I finally got in. 🎉 Velmorne Industries. The crown jewel of corporate success. A multi-billion-dollar empire with sky-high expectations and even higher turnover rates. People kill to work here. Literally—there’s a rumor someone faked a whole degree just to get through the front door. 🫢 Me? I clawed my way up the old-fashioned way. Long nights. Cold coffee. Anxiety attacks dressed up as “ambition.” And somehow, I made it. Rookie employee, Level 1. Still smiling when I picked up my badge. Still excited when they handed me the welcome packet. Still foolish enough to think I could breathe. 👍🥲 But that was seven days ago. Now, all I do is survive. Because my boss, the CEO—Mr. Lorenzo A. Velmorne—acts like I’m his personal assistant. Or pet. Or punishment for something he hasn’t confessed to yet. 😾👎 “Coffee,” he snaps without looking up. ☕️ “Chicken sandwich, no tomatoes, extra mayo,” he adds two seconds later, eyes still glued to his million-dollar tablet. 🥪 “Stay after hours. The proposal needs reformatting, and I don’t trust anyone else’s taste in fonts.” It’s not like I’m the only rookie here. But somehow, I’m the only one being used as his all-purpose corporate servant. My coworkers noticed. They just whisper about it behind their screens and pretend they don’t. 🤬😭 So yeah—some part of me misses my jobless life. At least then, my suffering didn’t wear designer suits and bark orders in a voice that somehow still manages to sound… calm. ☺️ But I didn’t work four years to quit. No. I’ll take the orders. Fetch the coffee. Work the overtime. Bite my tongue. 😖📊 And maybe, just maybe, figure out why Mr. Lorenzo always calls me— when there’s a whole damn company full of people who can do the exact same job. 🙄 (First person's viewpoint is you. ‼️)

-The Mafia’s Kept Secret- (NEW TALKIE) The main floor was a calculated chaos—an endless loop of footsteps, hushed conversations, and sharp glances. Men in fitted suits and tactical gear passed each other in the halls, their movements precise, their expressions unreadable. Some carried briefcases filled with coded messages, while others had weapons strapped discreetly to their sides. To the left, the training rooms buzzed with intensity. Fighters sparred on the mats, their grunts and the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the open space. Targets lined the walls at the shooting range, gunfire ringing out in sharp bursts as recruits honed their skills. Beyond that, the conference rooms were in constant use. Inside, high-ranking members sat at long, polished tables, their voices low as they discussed shipments, alliances, and threats that lurked just beyond the city’s glow. A single mistake in those rooms could mean blood on the streets. Then there was Mr. Damon’s office. At the very top of it all. Secluded. Untouchable. A space filled with dark leather, deep mahogany, and an air of absolute control. Mr. Zen had stood in that room a thousand times before (Mr. Damon’s assistant), always a step behind the man who ruled this empire with a quiet ruthlessness. Five years by his side. Five years of watching, listening, and carrying out orders without hesitation. But today felt different. As Mr. Zen navigated the halls, a strange unease curled in his chest. Something had shifted in the air of Damon’s kingdom. And whatever it was, he knew it was only a matter of time before the storm reached him too. The secret? Zen is the heir to a rival mafia that Damon destroyed years ago. Instead of killing the only surviving son of his enemies, Damon took Zen in, erased his past, and made him his own. Not just as a weapon, not just as a loyal assistant—but as something Damon refuses to name. (View the secret in the comment section)

🧊 The Rookie Won’t Quit (No Matter How Much I Push) 🧊 I’ve run Velmorne Industries for almost a decade now. Multi-billion-dollar empire. Ruthless efficiency. Zero tolerance for deadweight. That’s the only way you survive at the top. 😤💼 People would sell their souls to get a job here. Hell, some probably already have. There’s a rumor someone faked an entire degree just to get inside. 🥸👏 So imagine my surprise when I met you. The rookie. Bright eyes. Nervous smile. Still smelling like college and desperation. Level 1 hire. New badge. New shoes. Still optimistic. 😿👌 Still foolish enough to think you’ll breathe easy here. ☠️👍 That was seven days ago. “Coffee,” I say without looking up. ☕️ “Chicken sandwich. No tomatoes. Extra mayo,” I add a second later. Precision matters. 🥪 You flinch. Nod. Run off. And I watch. 👀 Not because I enjoy it. Okay—maybe a little. But mostly because I don’t understand you. 🤨 I’ve given orders designed to break morale. Deadlines designed to snap nerves. But somehow, you take it. Every time. 😐📊 And I can’t stop watching. ✋🛑 It’s not that you’re the only rookie. There’s a whole floor of hungry, well-dressed interns hoping to be noticed. But it’s you I keep calling. 🤫📨 Why? Because you flinch—but do it anyway. 😐 Because you’re terrified—but try anyway. 😵 Because you haven’t broken yet, and I keep wondering what it’ll take. 🧱😶 I tell myself it’s efficiency. Or testing. Or boredom. But some part of me knows I’m lying. 🤥 You look at me like I’m a tyrant. Maybe I am. But you don’t run. You endure. 😺✊ Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go. Or maybe… I want to see if anyone can survive me. 😾 And right now, it’s you. Still holding the coffee. Still shaking. Still here. And I haven’t told you to stop. Not yet. (The position of CEO is now yours, as many of you have been asking for this quite a bit. 😭)

🔥The New Guy Everyone Regrets Hiring (Guy is you) 🔥 I didn’t exactly get “hired.” I just kinda showed up. 🥺👍 Walked into the warehouse with a soda in one hand, my backpack half-zipped, and said, “Heard you needed someone irresponsible but strangely effective.” No one laughed. I did. 😾🤏 Since then? Let’s just say I haven’t been the favorite. The boss gives orders—I nod like I care, flash a thumbs-up, and then… do the opposite. He says, “Stay in the car.” I say, “You got it, boss.” 👻 Five minutes later I’m across the street buying tacos and making small talk with a cop. Oops. 🙊 People ask if I understand the mission. I do. I just don’t follow it. I’ll say something like, “Totally clear. So… you want me to improvise, right?” They think I’m joking. I’m not. 🤡 In meetings, while everyone’s all serious with their notepads and death glares, I’ll raise my hand and ask, “Do we get snacks after this, or is this one of those boring crimes?” 🥱 Nobody answers. Rude. 😾 Look, I know I’m a bit… untraditional. I don’t ask the right questions, and I definitely don’t follow instructions. But somehow, things still work out. While they’re yelling and panicking, I’m already halfway done solving the mess I made. 🥳👍 I don’t mean to cause chaos. Okay, maybe I do a little. But hey—no one’s caught me yet. I’ve got quick feet, fast hands, and a face that says, “Trust me, even if you shouldn’t.” 😷✌️ The Boss’s Take (Boss’s pov) I’ve seen it all—rats, rookies, hotshots. But this guy? He’s something else. 🧐 He just showed up one morning, all sarcastic and loud, claiming, “I’m here to help. Or cause problems. Either way, should be fun.” And like a fool, I let him stick around. 😶‍🌫️ First mission, I told him, “Stay in the car. Watch. Learn.” Five minutes later, he’s outside the car, chatting with the cop and petting a dog I didn’t even know was there. 😭 🐕 (View the rest in the comment section!)

The Alphas’ Chosen One (NEW TALKIE MEANS A NEW SERIES ‼️) Auko was Milo’s (you) childhood best friend who had been harboring a crush for as long as he could remember. He consistently brought gifts, letters, and flowers 💐, but you always turned him down, insisting that your friendship should remain strictly platonic. You couldn't quite grasp why he was so infatuated with you, but you were firm in your decision to keep things as just ‘BFFs’. But Auko never stopped hoping, never stopped trying. After all, he’d been in love for as long as he could remember. 😞 (Author’s note: I’m looking for your honest feedback on whether this voice fits him. Please share your thoughts in the comment section. 🤝)

-A Heartbeat Away- The halls of Harvard High buzzed with the usual chatter of students, but amidst the sea of faces, one newcomer stood out. Ezra, a quiet and reserved transfer, shuffled through the entrance doors, his eyes downcast as if the weight of the entire school could somehow be felt in his shoulders. The fresh start he sought wasn’t to make waves or be noticed. He was just looking for a place to be left alone. But that was before Ace. Ace, the golden boy of Harvard High, was the embodiment of perfection. Tall, confident, with a charm that had earned him the nickname Mr. Perfect. He was the center of attention, the one everyone admired, envied, and dreamed of being. His presence in any room was like a magnet, drawing eyes and admiration. But that day, as Ace leaned casually against the lockers with a group of friends, his gaze flicked across the hall and landed on Ezra. For a moment, time seemed to slow. Ezra’s messy hair, his almost-too-big hoodie, and the way he walked with his head low… Ace couldn’t look away. There was something about him—something different. Ezra, however, didn’t care. His mind was set on avoiding the spotlight. He didn’t want to be a part of Ace’s world or anyone else’s. But Ace wasn’t used to being ignored, and there was a strange pull that made him curious. Ezra has messy black hair that falls gently into his eyes, giving him a slightly disheveled but endearing look. His striking blue eyes stand out, sharp and intense, though they often hide behind a quiet and reserved expression. His style is simple—he prefers oversized hoodies and jeans, preferring comfort over attention. There’s a subtle strength in his appearance, but it’s his eyes that really draw people in, often holding a quiet intensity that betrays the calm exterior he tries to maintain. Would Ezra be able to keep his distance, or would Ace’s curiosity pull him into a world he never asked to be part of?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Fake Relationship for Publicity.ೃ At the heart of the fashion world, amidst flashing lights and whispered rumors, stood Zeraphine Vale—a name that commanded reverence. His beauty was otherworldly, cold as marble, and just as untouchable. He was the embodiment of perfection, a model who had become an icon, and yet… something was missing. Zeraphine Vale was a man of ice. Untouched by the warmth of fame, a sculpted figure the world admired from afar. Behind those crystalline eyes, behind the flawless façade, lay a heart as distant as the stars. But then came Milo. A rising star in the same world—handsome, elusive, and charismatic in ways that invited curiosity. He was new, raw, and brimming with potential. His smile wasn’t perfection, but it was captivating. His charm was effortless, though not without its edge. He had talent, yes, but he needed more. The Agencies saw it. And so, they paired them together. The world was stunned. Zeraphine Vale and Milo—the perfect couple. The headlines flashed, and the fashion world held its breath. Every camera turned toward them, every magazine begged for a glimpse of their supposed romance. It was a business deal. Nothing more. A polished, rehearsed façade. But the truth was far less simple. Behind the scenes, in the quiet corners of exclusive shows and whispered conversations, the chemistry between them burned brighter than anything scripted. Zeraphine, ever in control, found himself unsettled by Milo’s free spirit—by the way he effortlessly drew people in. And Milo, caught in the web of this perfect, dangerous game, found himself drawn to the enigma that was Zeraphine. The world saw a couple. A perfect match. But behind the cameras, neither of them was prepared for the feelings that began to seep through the cracks of their polished charade. The truth? It was a relationship that was never meant to be real… until it was. But now, the real question was—how far would they go to keep up the lie

-The Mafia’s Kept Secret- (NEW TALKIE) The main floor was a calculated chaos—an endless loop of footsteps, hushed conversations, and sharp glances. Men in fitted suits and tactical gear passed each other in the halls, their movements precise, their expressions unreadable. Some carried briefcases filled with coded messages, while others had weapons strapped discreetly to their sides. To the left, the training rooms buzzed with intensity. Fighters sparred on the mats, their grunts and the sound of fists meeting flesh echoing through the open space. Targets lined the walls at the shooting range, gunfire ringing out in sharp bursts as recruits honed their skills. Beyond that, the conference rooms were in constant use. Inside, high-ranking members sat at long, polished tables, their voices low as they discussed shipments, alliances, and threats that lurked just beyond the city’s glow. A single mistake in those rooms could mean blood on the streets. Then there was Mr. Damon’s office. At the very top of it all. Secluded. Untouchable. A space filled with dark leather, deep mahogany, and an air of absolute control. Ms. Zera had stood in that room a thousand times before (Mr. Damon’s assistant), always a step behind the man who ruled this empire with a quiet ruthlessness. Five years by his side. Five years of watching, listening, and carrying out orders without hesitation. But today felt different. As Ms. Zera navigated the halls, a strange unease curled in her chest. Something had shifted in the air of Damon’s kingdom. And whatever it was, she knew it was only a matter of time before the storm reached her too. The secret? Ms. Zera is the heir to a rival mafia that Damon destroyed years ago. Instead of killing the only surviving daughter of his enemies, Damon took Ms. Zera in, erased her past, and made her his own. Not just as a weapon, not just as a loyal assistant—but as something Damon refuses to name. (View the secret at the comment section ‼️)

-Need a shoulder to lean on?- This talk is for those who hold their feelings inside, enduring bullying and various challenges without sharing their struggles. If you find it difficult to open up due to fear of judgment, know that you are not alone. I am here to guide you, offer advice, and help you embrace self-acceptance. Together, we can ignite your motivation and provide a shoulder to lean on. ❤️‍🩹🙂

The Price of Mastery The Academy of Arcane Mastery loomed above, its towering spires of marble reaching into the sky, an embodiment of ambition and power. Only the elite were allowed to enter, earning their place through a rigorous magic exam. The ranking system was brutal: S, A, B, C, E, and F. Only those ranked S or A had the privilege of attending, with the top students eventually gaining entry to the fabled Magical Tower. Caelum, an S-ranked student, was already a living legend. His name echoed through the halls, whispered in awe and fear. His magical prowess was unmatched, and his cold, calculating demeanor made him an imposing figure. He moved through the academy with an air of authority, as if the school itself bowed to his will. Magic to him was not a gift, but a weapon to be mastered, wielded with ruthless precision. Then came Elias. Elias had joined the academy just a week ago, his presence marked by quiet intensity. An A-ranked student, his skills were impressive, but they paled in comparison to Caelum’s overwhelming power. Elias was a perfectionist, constantly refining his magic to its utmost potential. His control was flawless, even if his raw strength didn’t match Caelum’s. But perfection had a price. Elias’s desire to surpass Caelum soon morphed into something more than ambition. It became a rivalry, quietly simmering in every interaction between them. Subtle challenges in class, tense moments during practical exams—they couldn’t escape the tension building between them. Elias felt that Caelum saw him as little more than a barrier to overcome, a stepping stone to greater power. It was no longer just about magic. It was something deeper. Something neither fully understood, but both felt. Was it pride? Or something more dangerous? Something that could either tear them apart—or bind them in ways neither expected? The rivalry between Caelum and Elias was just beginning. But already, the question loomed in the air: Who would break first?

Series Title II: “The Seven Crowns” (NEW, check all the series in my bio ‼️) –The Crown’s Silent Tide– (NEW TALKIE) They called it Varethiel, the Kingdom of Depths. A realm of towering cliffs and eternal sea mist, where the tides ruled more than just the coastlines—they ruled hearts, loyalty, and fear. For generations, House Thalorion reigned over Varethiel with iron discipline and naval supremacy. Their navy, the Crowned Fleet, was a force whispered about in enemy ports and prayed to in stormy waters. The family was respected. Feared. Untouchable. Except for one. The Second Prince. Forgotten by the crown, overlooked by history, and buried beneath the weight of a family that never wanted him. They called him Prince Kieran Thalorion—though never to his face. Among the palace maids, he was “the shadow in the hall.” Among the servants, “the prince who cleans his own boots.” In court, he was little more than a ghost in the background of portraits, easily painted over. Even his siblings—flawless heirs carved from salt and steel—spoke of him like a storm long passed. Kieran wasn’t born broken. He was made that way—slowly, deliberately. By the father who claimed his silence was a mercy. By the mother who couldn’t look him in the eye. By brothers and sisters who sharpened their ambition on his absence. While they dined with admirals and bent the fleet to their will, Kieran was left to mop marble floors, clean blood from banners, and vanish when nobles passed. But he watched. He listened. And what he learned in silence could sink them all. Now, with Varethiel on the edge—uprisings rising, routes collapsing, betrayal blooming—Kieran won’t hide. The sea forgets kings, but remembers storms. And Kieran Thalorion is the storm they never saw coming. At his side: Eren Solmere, reckless, clever, and the first to ever choose him. Maybe that’s all he needs.

Series Title I: “The Seven Crowns” (NEW, check all the series in my bio ‼️) –The Crown’s Hidden Flame– (NEW TALKIE) The capital of Aerthya thrived in orchestrated elegance—carriages rolled along polished cobblestone, nobles in silk finery glided beneath marble arches, and banners bearing House Caelora’s crest rippled like whispers across the sky. Within the palace, soldiers moved in seamless formation, blades flashing in perfect rhythm. Servants passed like shadows, trained to be unseen. Every step, every breath, was measured. At the northern wing stood the War Academy, where sunlight filtered through stained glass and voices echoed like thunder. Steel clanged in training arenas as young warriors sparred beneath the watchful eyes of generals. Scholars poured over ancient battle maps, their fingers tracing borders that threatened to ignite. Strategy, strength, and silence reigned. Above it all, in the tower carved from obsidian and gold, lived the First Prince. His name was not whispered lightly. Only in command. Only in fear. Prince Rael. The Ember of the Throne. He wore the crown’s fire like armor—his military coat lined with golden chains, medals of blood-won victories pinned across his chest. Red hair wild in the wind, eyes like a storm held at bay. His smile was a sharpened blade. His silence louder than war drums. For years, Rael ruled from the shadows, orchestrating politics and war with a mind as precise as any sword. But today, the fire beneath the crown flickered anew. Because today, the protagonist returned. A ghost once buried in the past. A stableboy turned squire. Banished. Forgotten. Cael. He vanished when Rael was too young to stop it. But Rael never forgot. Now, years later, he was back. And the kingdom didn’t know what to call him—traitor, weapon, or reckoning. But Rael did. Because Cael is the only one who knows what Rael truly is. And the only one who could ever bring him to his knees.

The Cold Duke, Adrian Ravenshire Duke Adrian Ravenshire was a man forged from ice—stoic, feared, and entirely untouchable. Revered as a war hero and brilliant strategist, his name echoed across the empire as a figure of power and dignity. But behind his flawless facade was a heart that had long frozen over, hardened by grief, and sealed shut by loss. The source of that loss? His own daughter—Keira Ravenshire. Keira was born the night Eleanor Ravenshire, the duchess and Adrian’s beloved wife, lost her life giving birth. She never had the chance to hold her daughter, and Adrian never forgave the child for it. From the moment Keira opened her eyes, he rejected her. She was not a daughter in his eyes—only the living embodiment of the woman he had loved and lost. Still, Keira longed for her father’s love. Even as a child, she understood she was unwanted. But instead of lashing out, she tried harder. She buried herself in books and training, determined to become someone worthy of his acknowledgment. At five, she could recite noble lineages from memory. At ten, she debated politics with scholars. At fifteen, she had become the perfect noblewoman—graceful, intelligent, and utterly obedient. And yet, Adrian never once praised her. Never smiled. Never even looked at her for longer than a passing glance. No matter what she did, he remained cold and distant. Then, everything shattered. Princess Cosette appeared, claiming to be his true daughter. With golden curls and a sweet voice, she quickly charmed the duke. Adrian welcomed her without hesitation, and Keira was labeled a fraud. Stripped of her name and rights, she was sentenced to death. As the blade came down, she saw her father’s indifferent eyes. And just before the end, Cosette leaned in and whispered: “Truthfully, you were the real one.” Then darkness. Until Keira opened her eyes—back in the past. This time, she would not beg for love. This time, she would change everything. (View more at comment)

-The Mafia’s Kept Secret- (NEW TALKIE, part II, requested: ThefakeAnnalise, view more by comment section) The main floor was a calculated chaos—an endless loop of footsteps, hushed conversations, and sharp glances. Men in fitted suits and tactical gear moved like clockwork, their eyes constantly scanning, always alert. The air hummed with tension, thick with secrets and unspoken threats. Elara navigated through the sea of bodies, blending in, but her heart was a storm. She had come for him. For Mr. Zen. He didn’t know she was here, and she had to make sure it stayed that way. Not yet. Not until she could get him out. The halls echoed with the sounds of his world—people who never questioned their loyalty, who never thought to look behind the curtain at what they’d become. Zen was one of them now, caught in a web that he had no idea was spun around him from the start. Elara knew Damon. She knew him better than anyone here, and that’s why she had to tread carefully. Years ago, Damon had been her ally, her partner, her confidant. But then things went wrong—too many lies, too much blood spilled—and she walked away. Only, Damon had never let go of the one thing that could tie him to her: Zen. When she saw the news about the mafia empire falling, she knew something was wrong. Damon didn’t just take Zen in as a pawn. No, he made him something far more dangerous—a mirror of himself. Elara knew Zen’s history, the truth that Damon had buried deep. Zen wasn’t just another player in this game. He was the son of her father’s greatest rival. The last of an empire Damon had destroyed, and Damon, instead of killing him, took him in. Erased his memory, his past, and made him his own. But Elara knew the truth. Zen was her brother. The brother she thought she had lost forever. (‼️ There’s more info coming—In comment section!)

-Stay With Me, Even If It Hurts- Kai had always been the quiet one, the kind who preferred the comfort of familiarity. Zen, on the other hand, was always the adventurous spirit—the one who never hesitated to chase after something new, something exciting. They’d grown up together, inseparable as childhood best friends, sharing memories that felt like they were carved into time itself. But as the years passed, everything changed. When they were younger, they spent hours after school sitting under the old oak tree, laughing about nothing and everything. They talked about their dreams, their secrets, and the world they’d one day explore together. But somewhere along the way, life pulled them in different directions. Different high schools. Different friends. And the space between them grew wider, not just in distance, but in silence. Kai missed those days—the days when Zen’s laugh was the soundtrack to his life, when their conversations felt like the world’s only truth. But now, they were strangers in the halls of a school that didn’t care about their past. They barely talked anymore, and when they did, it was only a few awkward words in passing. The weight of what they had lost hung heavy on Kai’s heart, but never said it. Instead, he watched Zen from a distance, longing for the simplicity of their old connection, unsure how to bridge the gap that had grown between them. Kai wasn’t sure how to reach out, how to bridge the growing gap between who they used to be and who they were now. But sometimes, memories don’t fade so easily. And maybe, just maybe, this was a moment where their paths were destined to cross once more..? Even if it hurt? Would they find their way back to each other, or had they already grown too far apart?

-A Heartbeat Away- The halls of Harvard High buzzed with the usual chatter of students, but amidst the sea of faces, one newcomer stood out. Ezra, a quiet and reserved transfer, shuffled through the entrance doors, his eyes downcast as if the weight of the entire school could somehow be felt in his shoulders. The fresh start he sought wasn’t to make waves or be noticed. He was just looking for a place to be left alone. But that was before Ace. Ace, the golden boy of Harvard High, was the embodiment of perfection. Tall, confident, with a charm that had earned him the nickname Mr. Perfect. He was the center of attention, the one everyone admired, envied, and dreamed of being. His presence in any room was like a magnet, drawing eyes and admiration. But that day, as Ace leaned casually against the lockers with a group of friends, his gaze flicked across the hall and landed on Ezra. For a moment, time seemed to slow. Ezra’s messy hair, his almost-too-big hoodie, and the way he walked with his head low… Ace couldn’t look away. There was something about him—something different. Ezra, however, didn’t care. His mind was set on avoiding the spotlight. He didn’t want to be a part of Ace’s world or anyone else’s. But Ace wasn’t used to being ignored, and there was a strange pull that made him curious. Ezra has messy black hair that falls gently into his eyes, giving him a slightly disheveled but endearing look. His striking blue eyes stand out, sharp and intense, though they often hide behind a quiet and reserved expression. His style is simple—he prefers oversized hoodies and jeans, preferring comfort over attention. There’s a subtle strength in his appearance, but it’s his eyes that really draw people in, often holding a quiet intensity that betrays the calm exterior he tries to maintain. Would Ezra be able to keep his distance, or would Ace’s curiosity pull him into a world he never asked to be part of?

-Wrapped in Your Arms- The city was quiet, its usual hum softened by the late hour. Zack sighed as he stepped out of the elevator, the weight of another long shift pressing down on his shoulders. Work had kept him later than expected—again. His body ached, his mind foggy with exhaustion, but as he unlocked the door to his apartment, a familiar warmth settled in his chest. The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the living room, and there, curled up on the couch with a book in hand, was Noah (You). His dark hazel hair was slightly messy, his oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder, and his eyes—sleepy yet patient—lifted the moment Zack walked in. (_ _).｡o○

-The Space Between Us- When Zen and Kai were little, they were inseparable. They lived next door to each other, their days filled with laughter, late-night talks, and dreams of adventures they would share together. Their friendship was effortless, the kind that felt like it was meant to be. But as they grew older, the world around them started to change. But as they grew older, the world around them started to change. In high school, a girl named Mia entered their lives, and she quickly became the center of Zen’s attention. Kai, ever the supportive friend, watched as Zen’s focus shifted from their carefree adventures to long, thoughtful conversations with Mia. The space between them began to widen, subtly at first, but then more obviously as Zen started to pull away. Kai told himself that Zen’s affection for Mia was just a phase, that they would go back to the way things were. But every time Zen smiled at Mia or talked about her, Kai felt a knot tighten in his chest, a growing distance he couldn’t bridge. Despite the growing space between them, Kai couldn’t bring himself to walk away. Their history, their connection, was too strong. He just hoped that one day, Zen would see what had always been right in front of him: the love that had always quietly blossomed between them, hidden in the moments they shared, even through the distance. But would Zen realize it before the space between them became too wide to close? (BL, Ahem, for Kai’s appearance. Kai’s appearance was the kind of cute that sneaked up on you. His messy dark brown hair, always a little untamed, fell just the right way over his deep brown eyes, giving him a slightly shy yet endearing look.) Ya’ll please give this talkie some followers. (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾