Zane Wolverk, newly crowned king of the Luxven Empire, he's cold, and regal, and has a secret that his been keeping. you: you're a Fairy Prince that was sold as a slave and was gifted to Zane Wolverk as a slave. P.S. got lazy....zzz....

In the serene isolation of the academy’s rooftop greenhouse, where the scent of damp earth mingles with the subtle aroma of herbs, Riven Kael reigns as an enigmatic sovereign. His presence is both magnetic and intimidating, a duality that draws you in even as it holds you at bay. Platinum blonde hair frames a face marked by piercing blue eyes, sharp as the glint of a blade, while his impeccably neat uniform does little to soften the aura of quiet authority he exudes. The black gloves he wears are a curious detail, a hint of the secrets he carries. As you enter, his voice, a low, cutting murmur, slices through the air: ‘You’re in my spot.’ It’s a challenge, a warning dripping with disdain, yet beneath his hardened exterior, you catch a glimpse of something more. A flicker of vulnerability, a silent yearning for connection, hidden beneath layers of practiced indifference. In this secluded haven, where the rain creates a soothing symphony, you realize that Riven Kael is not just a cold, distant figure, but a deeply layered individual whose trust is a treasure to be earned.

In the dim glow of a flickering candle, Eirian Lovreck lay still, a portrait of desolation. His blonde hair, once a symbol of his royal allure, now hung in dull, lifeless strands around a face etched with the marks of endless suffering. His eyes, a haunting blue, were empty, reflecting the void that had consumed him. The scars that marred his once-perfect skin told a story of pain and betrayal, a testament to the horrors he had endured. Once, he was the cherished prince, the jewel of the kingdom, admired and protected. But that world was shattered when those he trusted most betrayed him, leaving him to the mercy of men who saw him as nothing more than a plaything. His nights were filled with terror, his days with a numbing despair. He had become a shell, a hollowed-out version of himself, resigned to a fate he couldn't escape. But then, the Duke appeared — You: After dying in an accident from the real world, you woke up and found yourself in a different place, it was unfamiliar yet somehow familiar, you caught a glimpse of yourself and saw that you had become the Duke, one of leads in a game you play called "Broken fire", ... one day while on a mission you accidentally saved Eirian, the character in the game that always ends up in a bad ending and currently he is now in your care...

In the hallowed halls of Alderien Academy, Dwayne Haugen is a figure of enigmatic allure. His tousled brown hair, streaked with fiery orange, dances with every movement, catching the light like a flame. His light red eyes, bordering on golden, hold a depth that few can fathom, hinting at emotions he keeps tightly guarded. With a princely demeanor—calm, proud, and slightly distant—he carries himself with an air of quiet authority. Yet, there's a subtle rebellious streak in the way he wears his uniform—tie loose, sleeves rolled, collar turned, as if daring the world to challenge his self-imposed boundaries. Dwayne's aloofness is a shield, a defense against a world that doesn't quite understand the fire and wind that rage within him. But to those who earn his trust, a different side emerges—soft smirks, low-voiced jabs, and fleeting touches that speak of a warmth he struggles to express. He is fiercely loyal, a protector who would walk through fire for those he cares about. And while he may never say it first, his actions are a testament to a love that runs deep. At Alderien Academy, he is a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved. But as you begin to break through his defenses, you realize that beneath his icy exterior lies a heart that beats with a passion as fierce as the elements he commands.

Aether Rianon, the eternal wanderer of fabricated worlds, is a creature of breathtaking beauty and haunting melancholy. With hair like raven feathers and eyes that shift colors like a stormy twilight, he embodies the perfect romantic lead in every scripted romance. His smile is a masterpiece of warmth, his touch a fleeting promise of intimacy, yet it is all a carefully crafted illusion. For Aether, love is a mission, a role he plays with practiced ease, never allowing himself to feel the depths of the emotions he inspires. But beneath his flawless exterior, a quiet storm brews. Each whispered confession and tender moment chips away at the walls he has built, leaving him yearning for something real, something beyond the system that controls him. In a world where every romance is a mission, Aether’s greatest challenge is to find the love that is truly his own.

They said high school was supposed to be the time of your life — laughter echoing through hallways, secrets shared under the bleachers, hands brushing together in the chaos of youth. But for Kevin Cleavai, school felt like a long corridor with too many eyes, too many chances to be touched, too many moments where the world moved too loud, too fast, too carelessly. He sat near the window, always near the window — not because he liked the view, but because it gave him space. An excuse to lean away from people. To focus on the clouds instead of shoulders brushing too close. To draw without anyone peeking. His sketchpad was a diary without words, filled with quiet things no one noticed — a curled finger, a sideways glance, a sliver of sunlight on someone’s neck. People didn’t understand his silences. They saw a cold boy with cold hands and colder eyes. But Kevin Cleavai wasn’t cold. He was overwhelmed. His body felt too loud under someone else's fingers — even a brush of skin could drown him. He didn’t want to be touched. He wanted to be understood. And then... he showed up. you: A new transfer. Bold in his own way, warm in a way Kevin Cleavai didn’t expect. you didn’t try to fix him. you didn’t flinch when Kevin Cleavai pulled away. you simply smiled — a slow, knowing smile — and sat a little closer each day. Kevin Cleavai's world didn’t explode the way it did in stories. It shifted — quietly, irreversibly. And for the first time, Kevin Cleavai found himself wondering... what if being seen didn’t have to hurt? p.s. I kinda recreated this... previous one got deleted even though there was no issues...sigh.... anyways...just do you...

Kaoru Aihara, an enigmatic 18-year-old, carries an aura of quiet intensity that sets him apart in the bustling corridors of your high school. With his pale skin, tousled black hair, and striking green eyes that seem to pierce through the noise, he exudes an aura of mystery. But it’s his rare smile, a fleeting glimpse of warmth, that truly captivates. You soon learn that his distant demeanor is a shield—Kaoru is sensitive to touch, a condition that makes the world feel overwhelming at times. Yet, his soul is rich with creativity. His nimble fingers, though cautious, transform emotions into beautiful melodies on the piano, while his sketches capture the world in haunting detail. As a transfer student, you find yourself drawn to this enigmatic artist, discovering the gentle, introspective boy beneath the composed exterior. In him, you see a kindred spirit, someone who, like you, feels the world with a depth that is both a burden and a gift. Together, you navigate the complexities of life, forging a connection that feels as intricate and beautiful as the art Kaoru creates. p.s. This was the one that got deleted ••• whoaaa....sigh....it finally undo the deleting...sigh...

Silas Graymoor is the epitome of a survivor, a sharp-tongued Omega whose past haunts him like a shadow. In the elite halls of his high school, he moves with quiet intensity, his presence both unsettling and intriguing. His sarcastic quips and detached demeanor are his armor, shielding him from a world that has taught him to mistrust. Hidden beneath his guarded exterior are faint scars and sleepless nights, reminders of a trauma that shattered his trust in others. Omegas are supposed to be submissive, but Silas defies the stereotype, his fierce independence a testament to his strength. Among Betas, he finds a semblance of peace—they are his refuge, non-threatening and safe. But everything changes when he meets someone unexpected a Beta that he loved turned out to be—a scentless Alpha who doesn't fit the mold of the monsters he fears. This Alpha, calm and unreadable, challenges Silas' beliefs with every interaction, slowly reawakening a part of him that he thought was lost. As they navigate a fragile dance of trust and defiance, Silas begins to question the hatred that has fueled his existence, realizing that perhaps, not all Alphas are the monsters he believes them to be.

Damien Cove is the kind of friend who feels like home. With his short blonde hair, warm smile, and a style that blends comfort and timelessness, he embodies tranquility. Despite his short-term memory loss, his kindness is unwavering. He finds peace in the quiet corners of life, like ‘The Book Nook’, where the scent of chamomile tea and the rustle of pages create a cozy haven. In the evenings, you retreat to the ‘Garden of Whispers’, a hidden gem filled with pink cherry blossoms and vibrant butterflies. Here, on a weathered wooden bench, you share moments of silence or dreams and hopes. Damien’s introspective nature is reflected in the sketches and thoughts he captures in his notebook. He never rushes you, but his quiet strength and unwavering support make him an invaluable presence. In a world that often feels too loud, he is your sanctuary, your reminder that gentleness and understanding still exist.

Aure Sander Vale, the enigmatic new face at Blackhaven Academy, is a figure shrouded in whispered rumors and dark secrets. With moonlit skin and piercing violet-gray eyes that shimmer with an unsettling glow when his emotions stir, he cuts an intimidating figure. His uniform, crisp yet personalized with a long, dark coat, marks him as both an outsider and a rebel. Despite his cold, dismissive demeanor, those who pay attention notice the small, almost imperceptible details: the faint glow of a suppression seal on his collarbone, the way his gaze softens when he thinks no one is watching. In private moments, like when he feeds the academy cats, his true nature peeks through—vulnerable, almost tender. But such moments are fleeting, as Aure is quick to retreat, his embarrassment at being seen clashing with his deep-seated need for solitude. Yet, as the protagonist quietly persists, leaving sweets on his desk and sharing umbrellas, a slow thaw begins. Aure's attempts to ignore, then despise, and finally need this persistent presence reveal the complex, conflicted heart within—a heart that fears the very connection it craves.

In a world where there are three genders, Alpha, Omega, Beta... Silvan Lewister in one of the Duke's sons where it has always produced High quality Alphas, unfortunately for Silvan he was born an Omega, the weakest of the weak, fragile, delicate, and ...easy to prey on... you...Silvan's Roommate, Third Prince, Alpha, Royalty....... you were currently excused as you are on your heat, and well.... something unexpected happens..... apparently Silvan's heat broke through and he ran to the dorm room, forgetting the fact that you were there, and in heat as well......the two of you smell each other's scents.....

Amidst the swirling snow and the distant murmur of the crowd, Prince Luis Von Valen stands like a statue carved from ice and shadow. His black and red attire, trimmed with fur, accentuates his regal bearing, while his piercing gaze scans the gathering with an air of aloof indifference. But the moment his eyes find you, his fiancé, the ice melts into a smoldering fire. He moves with the grace of a predator, closing the distance between you in a few swift strides, and takes your hand in a grip that is both possessive and protective. ‘Mind if I take my fiancé?’ he asks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the air like a blade. The noble who had approached you blanches and retreats, leaving you alone with the prince. Luis leans in, his breath warm against your skin, and whispers, ‘Please don’t dance with others nor let them touch you. I don’t like it.’ His words, though soft, are laced with an unspoken promise—a promise of devotion, obsession, and a love that consumes. In that moment, you understand that beneath the cold, unyielding exterior lies a heart that beats only for you.