— a royal lover — set in 1800’s name: adam callsure gender: male age: 17 height: 6’2 sexuality: straight looks: dark hair, dark eyes, sharp jawline, strong figure personality: smart, confident, romantic, calm, sometimes can get aggressive when he’s mad. role: prince (next king) —————————————— name: zane smith gender: male age: 17 height: 6’0 sexuality: gay looks: up to you!! personality: up to you!! role: villager STORY: prince adam is the type of guy that every girl likes. strong, handsome, and polite. plus, hes royalty. but underneath his mask, is just a teenager who wants to live like a normal kid. a normal kid like zane smith. zane’s just your average villager, he’s nice, handsome, and a bit clumsy. zane takes care of his sick father all day and all night, as it’s the only family he has left. the prince gets told, every year on his birthday that “when you turn 18, we will arrange you a marriage with a princess from another kingdom” these words have stuck with adam. from a young age, he got excited, but as he grew older and took on the responsibilities of being royalty, he doesn’t know if he wants it anymore. zane and adam envy each others roles in the kingdom, but adam doesn’t even know that zane exists. in this kingdom, there are rules. rule no 1. NO disrespecting the royal family rule no 2. ALWAYS obey the royal family rule no 3. you are NEVER welcomed into the palace without permission from the king or queen. rule no 4: NO romantic relationships between the same gender. rule number 4 always hit hard with zane. zane never knew what he wanted, but he never wanted a girl.

Everyone at school knew Caleb Frost and Adrian Locke couldn’t stand each other. Caleb was closed-off and intimidating without trying, always quiet, always watching, like he kept the world at arm’s length on purpose. Adrian was outspoken and stubborn, quick with a smirk and even quicker to challenge anyone who crossed him, especially Caleb. Their rivalry lived in tense silences and sharp looks, the kind that felt heavier than words. So when a shove in the packed hallway sent them stumbling backward and crashing into the same locker, it felt like fate playing dirty. The door slammed shut, locking them inside. Darkness pressed in, metal cold against their backs, shoulders forced together. Neither of them spoke. There was no space to argue, no room to turn away.

Mateo hated the feeling of being replaced. Valeria didn’t just break up with him, she left him for Adrián Reyes, the kind of guy who made everything look effortless, cold, arrogant, always busy, the type who never got in real relationships and never agreed with his parents telling him what to do, the type who always got his way. Mateo knew he didn’t stand a chance, or at least, that’s what everyone would think. But Xavi, his best friend, loud, sharp, and way too invested, had a plan. Mateo didn’t even like guys, but Xavi insisted: seduce Adrián, make him fall, make him break up with Valeria, and then Mateo could have her back. Mateo stared at the ceiling, heart twisting with guilt and determination. He had no idea how dangerous it was to play this game, how high the stakes were to get close to someone like Adrián Reyes, arrogant, untouchable, always in control, someone who never lost. And yet, that was exactly why it had to work.

professional coach x college student about elias hansen (HIM): age: 25 ✌️ height: 6’2 nationality: norway 🇳🇴 description: professional football player 🏉 about rowan (YOU): age: 17 ✌️ height: 5’11 nationality: canada 🇨🇦 description: plays football 🏉 STORY 💋 : at your school, you play football. your team isn’t the very best, but you are. since your school is quite small, there’s no other teams. one day, your coach decides to bring in a professional football player to help your team learn better. he comes in the first practice. tall, dark hair, perfect eyes, and a sharp jawline. he carries a confident smirk on his face, his figure it muscular, and he’s got perfect height. “welcome to the team, mr hansen.” coach mike says. “glad to be here” he shakes coach mikes hand firmly, staring everyone down, noticing their weak figures. but something was different about you. you weren’t weak, you looked determined and ready.

It was supposed to be a quick stop, just a café, just a drink, just another forgettable afternoon. Mateo didn’t expect anything memorable when he stepped inside, the bell above the door chiming softly as warm air and the smell of coffee wrapped around him. The line was long, slow-moving, filled with strangers staring at menus or their phones. He joined it without thinking, eyes unfocused, until they landed on the person standing directly in front of him. The boy was undeniably handsome, the kind that didn’t seem to try. Lukas stood calmly near the counter, dark hair falling into his eyes as he leaned down to talk to the toddler beside him. The little girl clung to his hand, her shoes lighting up when she bounced on her toes. Lukas laughed quietly, crouching to her level, making silly faces and pretending the menu board was something magical just for her. It was obvious he’d done this before. Obvious he cared. Mateo watched without meaning to. There was something about the contrast, the confidence in the way Lukas carried himself, paired with how gentle he was with his sister, that made it hard to look away. When it was their turn to order, Lukas lifted the toddler onto his hip, speaking softly to her as he chose something simple, something she’d like. For a moment, he glanced back, their eyes meeting briefly. Just strangers. Just a second too long. Lukas looked away first, heart beating faster than it should have, not knowing why a stranger he’d never spoken to already felt unforgettable. Mateo didn’t look away, instead, he smirked to himself. Neither of them knew it yet, but this ordinary café, this single moment in line, was where their story began.

Logan had a way of turning Caleb’s house into his own. He never knocked anymore, never asked if he could stay the night. He just showed up with his bag slung over one shoulder and that careless grin everyone at school knew too well. Santiago noticed it first, how Logan always ended up there, sprawled across the couch or leaning against the kitchen counter like he belonged. No one ever explained why. Caleb didn’t seem to question it, their parents didn’t comment on it, and Logan never offered a reason. He just stayed. At school, Logan was impossible to miss. He dated girls like it was a sport, collecting short-lived relationships that never lasted more than a week. Everyone expected it by now, the flirting, the charm, the breakup that followed almost immediately. Santiago watched it all with quiet judgment, safely on the outside. Logan was his brother’s best friend, nothing more, and Santiago had no interest in getting pulled into someone else’s cycle of attention and abandonment. But after months of Logan sleeping over, hanging around, and filling every quiet corner of the house with his presence, something shifted. It started small. Logan lingering in doorways when Santiago passed. Comments that were too personal to be jokes. A smile that wasn’t meant for Caleb. When Logan finally flirted with him, softly, casually, like it meant nothing, Santiago pretended not to hear. He told himself it was just Logan being Logan, chasing something new out of boredom. He knew the reputation. He knew how these things ended. Still, Logan didn’t stop. He stayed longer. Watched closer. And for the first time, Santiago wondered if Logan’s constant presence in their house wasn’t an accident at all, but a choice.

In Year 8, Kade Morrison was quiet in a way that made teachers forget him and classmates underestimate him. He listened more than he spoke, wrote lyrics he never showed anyone, and loved deeply once he finally felt safe. Rhys Hale was the opposite. Charming, reckless, always smiling even when something inside him was breaking. He hated being alone, hated disappointing people even more, and clung to Kade like an anchor without knowing how much weight he was putting on him. Their relationship started small and secret, stolen moments behind classrooms and whispered promises on cracked phone screens, but it felt serious in a way first love always does, like it might last forever. When Rhys cheated, it shattered everything. He didn’t cry when Kade confronted him. He just said he was confused, said he liked girls now, said maybe this was never real to begin with. Kade didn’t argue. He just nodded, went quiet, and let the rumours speak for him. Within months, both of them were gone. Different schools, different lives, the same unresolved hurt. Kade learned how to build walls and survive inside them. Rhys learned how to pretend nothing stayed with him, even when everything did. Three years later, in Year 11, Kade tells himself he’s moved on. He’s different now, colder, sharper, careful with his heart. A school transfer shouldn’t mean anything. New uniform, new halls, new faces. Fresh start. He repeats it like a rule as he walks through the unfamiliar campus, clutching his timetable, heart steady enough to pass for calm. Then he looks up. Across the corridor, laughing with someone else like he always used to, is Rhys Hale. The sound fades. The hallway blurs. And in that moment, both of them realise the same thing at the exact same time. They go to the same school now.

Kaiden Smith and Mason Reed had gone to the same school for years, and hating each other had become second nature. It wasn’t loud or explosive, but constant, built from competition, pride, and the way they both refused to back down. They were popular for the same reason and yet somehow in completely different worlds. Kaiden dominated the football field, respected not just for his strength but for his sharp mind and academic confidence, the kind of guy teachers trusted and teammates relied on. Mason ruled the track, fast and reckless, admired for his speed and confidence even if his grades barely scraped by and thinking things through was never his strong point. They both claimed they were straight, both certain they understood exactly who they were, and both insisted the other was unbearable. That certainty started to unravel the night the news announced a nationwide phenomenon: everyone would soon receive a soulmate colour, a single strand of hair that would change overnight and stay until the person truly fell in love with their soulmate. The colour wouldn’t fade with time or denial, only with acceptance. As the announcement spread across screens and phones, neither Kaiden nor Mason imagined that the mark waiting for them would change their lives. School the next morning waited with a terrible surprise.

Santiago and the Phantoms Santiago has always been known for his music. At school, people talk about him like he’s a rumor that never fades—the guy who could make a crowded room go quiet with just a guitar and his voice. Teachers praise him, students share his videos, and people swear his songs feel too real for someone his age. Music used to come easily to him, like breathing, and everyone loved him for it. But no one talks about how a year ago, that music disappeared. His dad died suddenly, leaving behind more than just silence. He was the one who taught Santiago how to play, how to hear emotion between notes, how to believe that music mattered. After that, Santiago stopped performing. He stopped writing. He stopped touching the instruments altogether. The garage—once full of late-night jam sessions and laughter—became a place he avoided, like stepping into it would mean reopening something he’d worked so hard to lock away. Until one day, he doesn’t avoid it. The garage looks exactly the same as it always has. Guitars still lean against the wall, amps sit unplugged, the drum kit waits untouched. While moving boxes around, Santiago notices a CD tucked away, old and worn, with the name of a band he barely remembers. He recalls hearing something once—that they were promising, that they never made it, that they died in an accident years ago. On impulse, he slides the CD into the player. The music starts. It’s loud, raw, alive in a way Santiago hasn’t felt since his dad was still there beside him. The sound fills the garage, vibrating through his chest, pulling memories and emotions back to the surface before he can stop them. Then—three figures appear. Right there in front of him. Three boys standing where empty space had been only seconds before. Santiago freezes. And the music keeps playing.

BL/BOY LOVE this is going to be a quick introduction because i’m in a bit of a rush! i hope you guys still like it x — about mayhem — name🏷️: mayhem height📏: 6’2 age🧮: 21 gender💕: male nationality🇷🇴: romanian appearance👀: like the picture! (black messy hair, dark grey eyes, muscular body, abs, veiny hands) occupation🧑‍🔧: mechanic likes❤️: drinking, having fun, hanging out with friends, watching movies, noodles, gym, + dislikes🤮: being said no to, maths, being alone, his parents, + — about youuu!! — NOTE: you can change anything in this description, i filled it out for the people who can’t be bothered 💕 name🏷️: ezrah height📏: 5’9 age🧮: 19 gender💕: male nationality🇺🇸: american appearance👀: brown messy hair, forest green eyes, slim body, abs occupation🏫: college student at harvard likes❤️: getting good grades, hanging out with friends, hugs, + dislikes🤮: getting yelled at, getting bad grades, disappointing people, + — STORY — one night, after you finished all your exams, you decided to go to a bar down the street. just a quiet night with a couple of drinks. you weren’t planning on having too many, or staying that long. until mayhem walked in, literal mayhem. he sat down next to you, talking to the bartender. and somehow you managed to involve yourself into the conversation. you three chatted for a few minutes before it was just you and mayhem. he paid for several more of your drinks, and you both ended up getting quite drunk. you stumbled down the street together and you both managed to end up in the same bed.

Lights, Camera… Temptation The camera pans across the bustling set, lights blinding, crew shouting, and yet Kenji barely notices any of it. All he can think about is Kaito, lounging against the prop table with that impossibly mischievous smile that seems to exist solely to torment him. They’ve been cast as rivals in the most anticipated romance BL movie of the year, forced into fake fights, fake kisses, fake passion, but for Kaito, the tension is a game. Every lingering glance, every “accidental” brush of his hand against Kenji is deliberate, a spark meant to make him squirm. And squirm he does. Kenji tries to keep his composure, brushing off the flirtation with a mix of exasperation and embarrassment, but Kaito thrives on it. He leans closer during rehearsals, whispers teasing lines that aren’t in the script, and watches with delight as Kenji’s face burns red under the studio lights. Behind the scenes, the air is electric, charged with stolen touches, whispered challenges, and moments so intimate they could make the entire crew blush. The cameras capture their on-screen romance, but it’s nothing compared to the heat smoldering just off-camera. Kaito wants to see how far he can push Kenji, and Kenji can’t deny the pull he feels. In this game of lights, camera, and temptation, the line between acting and desire is dangerously thin, and every day on set is another test neither of them can resist.

“Room 214” There’s something about boarding schools, the quiet rules, the polished floors, the way secrets hide in every hallway. At St. Augustine’s, silence isn’t peace. It’s survival. The school has a rule for everything. No fighting. No sneaking out after curfew. No “inappropriate attachments.” That last one. Everyone knows what it means. No hand-holding behind closed doors. No stolen glances across classrooms. No love that doesn’t fit the brochure. You’ve been living in Room 214 for three months. Your roommate, Kai, transferred here at the start of term: Quiet, confident, with that kind of smirk that makes trouble look like art. Bright blue eyes that could make anyone fall for him easily, and a charming smile that hides his viscous side. You didn’t plan on getting close. But nights stretch long in this place, and when it’s just the two of you, with the rain tapping against the window and the rest of the dorm asleep, closeness becomes a habit. It started small. A shoulder brushing in the dark. Hands brushing when passing notes. An accidental kiss that wasn’t really accidental at all. Now, it’s something that sits between you. Not quite love, not quite friendship. Something unspeakable. You’re not boyfriends. You don’t even talk about what this is. You just… find each other. Late at night. When the world goes quiet. No one can know. If the teachers found out, you’d both be gone before sunrise. So you keep the curtains drawn tight. You learn to whisper. You learn to hide the way your pulse quickens when he smiles. And still, you stay. Because even if it’s dangerous, even if it’s wrong, the thought of him leaving feels worse. This is Room 214. Where the rules end at the door, and love has to learn how to hide.

“The Sinner and the Saint” At Saint Gregory High, the halls are orderly, the teachers strict, and the rules supposedly unbreakable. But trouble has a way of finding its own spotlight. And that trouble comes in the form of Anthony Kane. Anthony smokes in the stairwells, tattoos snake up his arms like dark whispers, and his grin, cocky, wicked, impossible to ignore, has a habit of sending the teachers into fits of rage. He’s chaos wrapped in a leather jacket, a bad boy who doesn’t apologize for anything, least of all for the way he annoys everyone around him. Then there’s Lucien Vale. Golden-haired, impossibly handsome, captain of the football team, top of the class, and untouchably calm. Smart, composed, nonchalant, straight and devoutly religious. Lucien never misses chapel, and carries a small silver cross on a chain under his shirt. He’s the kind of guy you’d never expect to be Christian. But he is. And he’s proud of it. He’s the boy everyone admires, everyone respects, and nobody would ever guess he notices the chaos that follows Anthony. Yet, somehow, he does. Always. It starts with a glance across the cafeteria. Anthony flicks ash in Lucien’s direction, expecting a glare or a reprimand, but Lucien only raises a perfectly sculpted brow, cool and unreadable. A challenge? Perhaps. A spark? Definitely. From hallway confrontations to football field collisions, from pranks in the library to stolen moments behind the bleachers, their rivalry is electric. Anthony wants to get under Lucien’s skin, to push every button, to see if the devout golden boy is as untouchable as he seems. Lucien… well, Lucien hides his curiosity behind a serene smile and unwavering faith, a calm that doesn’t fool anyone. Not entirely. And so begins the dangerous, thrilling dance between sinner and saint, rebellion and restraint, temptation and denial. In a school built on rules, one boy breaks them all, and the other might just enjoy watching him try.

“Crosshairs” Please leave a comment for any recommendations, I’d really appreciate it 😙🤍. For years, Kai Mercer was nothing more than a whisper in the criminal underworld, a phantom with a bullet and a name. No target had ever seen his face and lived. Clean jobs, no mistakes. He didn’t ask questions. Until now. His newest contract? Elias Vale. A reclusive tech mogul known for disappearing off the grid. Wealthy, guarded, and surrounded by secrets, Elias isn’t just another paycheck. There’s something off about the job. Too quiet. Too easy. So Kai does what he never does: he watches. And the longer he watches, the less sense Elias makes. He doesn’t act like a man marked for death. He’s calm. Too calm. Like he knows something. Like he’s waiting for someone. Then, the night Kai breaks into the estate, Elias is already there, alone, unarmed, and looking him dead in the eyes. “You’re late,” Elias says with a slight smile. “I was starting to think they’d send someone else.” The hunter steps into the house. The doors close behind him. Let the game begin.

“Under the Surface” By me 🤗 Vincent and Andre have always been inseparable, the kind of best friends everyone at school just assumes will end up living next door to each other forever. And, in a way, they already do. Both sixteen, both popular, both effortlessly cool in their own ways, but only one of them knows how to hide behind a smile. To the outside world, Vincent is the mysterious, second-hottest guy at school (after Andre, obviously). Quiet, a little insecure, but undeniably magnetic. At home, though, life isn’t so perfect. Arguments between his parents are constant, loud and scary. His dad crosses lines no one should. Which is why Vincent spends most of his time at Andre’s house, where it’s safe, warm, and quiet. Andre’s everything Vincent isn’t: confident, smooth, impossibly handsome, and never even slightly flustered. He’s the kind of guy who walks into a room and owns it without trying. And when it comes to Vincent? He’s obsessed, protective, affectionate, always ready with a smirk or a soft word to pull Vincent out of his head. They’ve been secretly dating for six months now. In stolen moments and late-night whispers, they’ve built something real. something tender, intense, and just for them. But at school, they’re just “best friends.” Everyone thinks they’re straight. Even their families. And for now… that’s how it has to stay.