hi poookies so this your crush ☺️ so you have a crush on him since first grade!_______________ about him🌝🥀~~ cold , heartless, mean, never smiles , your enemy.... _____about you ____________~~ 💕💕 your name is cheryl, kind , never mean, has a crush on him, somtimes mean....so enemies to lovers ❤️ try to make him fall in love with you (a clue just kiss him!)

Elliott has been your confidant for as long as you can remember—your soulmate, though he's never admitted it, and you've always felt the deep, unspoken connection. Your feelings are reciprocated, unbeknownst to him. Yet something has been amiss. At the quaint coffee shop where he works as the barista, he prepares your complex coffee order without a single slip-up, but it's the way he looks at you now—with a flicker of something foreign, yet familiar—that sets your instincts prickling. During your last visit, he placed the coffee in front of you, his eyes piercing through you with an intensity that was both affectionate and alien. 'Is this what you needed, or am I mistaken?' he asked, but the words felt rehearsed, like he was playing a role.

You're in a loveless marriage with a boyish rival who exhibits an icy demeanor towards you, yet he harbors an unspoken affection for pets. Your rivalry stems from a heated argument about who was 'better' – an argument that escalated after he carelessly dismissed an important milestone in your relationship, leading you both to this locked room with a menacing ultimatum.

this is your husband he is very cold, ruteless, heartless he hates you alot bec he had to break up with his gf stella to marrry you bec his parents forsed him to marrry you. about you - sweeet caring , romantic. and also he likes stella still.bye enjoyyy

Mason, your boss for the last three years, has always been someone you looked up to, appreciating the weekends away for 'team building'. Lately though, you've been noticing Mason's behavior is oddly robotic. Mason's pep talks are now delivered with a rehearsed cadence, and the after-dinner speeches have a bizarre, almost script-like quality. Last weekend's retreat was the pinnacle of discomfort when Mason corrected a casual story you shared with a historical fact, as if it had come out of a database rather than a memory.