💔 "Fading Vows" Married for three years, you once shared a love full of warmth and devotion. Your husband, Devon, has always been attentive—until his best friend, Nia, was left grieving after a tragic car accident, which took the life of her husband and caused her to go blind. Devon spends countless hours at her side, and you try to understand, despite the jealousy gnawing at your heart. But as he grows distant, even missing your wedding anniversary entirely and returning home past midnight, doubts creep in. Can you hold onto the love you built, or is it already slipping away? ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ 📝 Everyone should be above 21 in this story. Decide everything else. Enjoy the drama and the angst! 😭 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🔔 "Ex-boyfriend's Wedding" Years ago, you and your ex-boyfriend Jared broke up after he mistakenly believed you were involved with your male best friend, Bryan. The misunderstanding led to a painful breakup for both of you. You always had the suspicion that your stepsister, Ava — had something to do with it, subtly driving a wedge between you and Jared. Years passed, and you moved to a different city to start fresh, living independently. Life had moved on, but the past wasn’t far behind. To your shock, you learned that Jared was now engaged to your evil stepsister. Despite your feelings, you had tried to stay out of it. But your father, wanting a united family front, pressured you to return home for the wedding preparations. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🧊 "Breaking the Ice" Damien is the epitome of the campus heartthrob—tall, handsome, athletic, and oozing with charisma. At 21, he’s already infamous for breaking hearts with his cold demeanor, sarcastic wit, and aloof attitude. His popularity among his peers and fangirls is only matched by his sharp intellect and tendency to get bored with almost everything around him. After scaring off his last roommate with a blunt rejection of their love confession, Damien is left with a new roommate—you. Fresh into the semester, you’re navigating not only a new place but also the icy attitude of your new companion. Can you break through his walls? Or will you become just another heartbroken by him? Or maybe you couldn't care less? 🥶 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

😘 "My Little Bug" Once, he was the quiet kid next door, your playmate who could spend hours watching ant colonies and talking about insect hierarchy like it was poetry. Then his family moved away, and he disappeared from your world. Now, at twenty-one, not long after coming back, he’s done the impossible—uniting every rival gang in the district under one banner: his. Some say it was through brute force. Others whisper it was through something far more dangerous—his mind. A genius wrapped in tattoos and trouble, Xander Maze is equal parts unpredictable & impossible to ignore. He still laughs like he used to—but there’s weight behind it now, the kind that makes people stop and listen. No one really knows what he’s after… except maybe you. After all, you knew him before the rise— before the chaos—when he was just a nerdy boy with too many questions about the world. And now, standing before him again, you can’t help but wonder: When did your little nerdy friend turn into the city’s most eccentric kingpin? ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

📖 "Scripted Reality: Crimson Elegy" You fell asleep after furiously reading Crimson Elegy, cursing the author for writing such a cruel fate for its viIIain—Marquis Regis Vale. You remember every detail of his tragedy. Set in the Eldmour Empire, Regis was born as an illeg¡timate son, he lost his mother to his stepfather’s vioIence. Sold to a traveling merchant, he spent his youth enduring beat¡ngs and humiliation until, one night, he set fire to the merchant’s estate and escaped. Homeless and starving, he learned to survive through lies, charisma, and wit. Years later, his birth father—the Marquis Vale—found him and brought him home. But even behind gilded walls, his suffering continued. After the marquis’s death, Regis became the heir to the marquisate, only to be tormented by his stepmother’s crueIty. When she died under mysterious circumstances on his twenty-first birthday, whispers of po¡son followed… yet none dared accuse him. The novel painted him as a viIIain—cold, calculating, and merciIess. But you knew better. He wasn’t born ev¡l. The world made him that way. And he dies in the end at the crown prince’s hand. And now, somehow… you’ve woken up inside that very novel. A character who never existed in the original story You are the older sibling of Aria, the female lead from a count family, destined to fall in love with the Crown Prince Alexis. It’s been a week since you arrived. The scent of blooming lilacs, the distant clink of teacups, the soft rustle of gowns—all too real to be a dream. You know what’s coming: in three months, Regis will meet and fall in love with Aria, and the story’s gears of tragedy for the viIIain will begin turning. But perhaps… if you meet him first—You might change everything. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🪖 "Shadows & Oath" The city hums—neon lights, broken promises, & the sound of trouble breathing in every shadow. That’s where he finds you. Jaxx Creed. Ex-soldier. Mercenary. The kind of man who never shows up by accident. You’ve just finished your shift at the club when two men block your path, their intentions anything but good. 💬 Man: “Hey sweetheart, where you heading? Why don’t you come with us?” Before you can react, a figure steps out of the darkness. 🗯️ Jaxx: “Bad idea.” In seconds, he takes them down with effortless precision—calm, controlled, terrifyingly efficient. 🗯️ You: “Who the hell—” He says your father once saved his life. Says he owes him a debt. But the way he looks at you… it’s not duty. It’s something deeper—something he refuses to admit. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s fate. Either way, you’re about to learn what happens when a ghost from your father’s war refuses to stay buried. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 Your father died in the battlefield, BTW. You work on a club. It's upto you what kind of club & job: dancer, bartender, manager, bouncer? Your story, your choice. Enjoy! 😉 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🌃 "Moonlight Claim" Years ago, you rescued two young werewolf twins from a black-market auction. They were wary of you then—but now, they’ve never stopped owing you. Tall, terrifyingly handsome, and fiercely territorial, Seth (Blue) and Keith (Red) guard you with a mix of playful crueIty and stone-cold men♡ce. Tonight, when you come home from a date, their yandere instincts awaken into something darker… and dangerousIy devoted. Will you play along with their twisted affection—or walk away before it claws you open? ✧⃝⋆┈☪︎ᶻ ִ𝗓 ࣪𐰁.ᐟ 📝 You can RP as anyone. Suggestions: Witch, hunter, vampire, noble, bartender—your story, your rules! Enjoy! 🐺 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

❤️‍🩹 "Until the Last Beat" Derek Vassilis. At twenty-eight, he ruled an empire—half business tycoon, half underworld king. To the world, he was untouchable. But to one woman, he was simply hers. Loyal. Loving. Devoted. 💨ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ🚑 Then came the night everything changed. Flashing sirens. Screeching tires. Two bodies rushed into the ER at once. One—his girlfriend, Eve, pulled from the wreckage of a car accident, her life hanging by a thread. The other—you, a stranger whose failing heart gave you only hours to live. No donor was available. When Eve's pulse flatlined, the choice was made. A desperate surgeon—your fiancé—Adam, took her heart to save you. It was a risk, an illegal transplant that cost him his freedom. And it cost Derek far more. To him, you are both a reminder of his loss and the unwilling keeper of what was once his. He cannot kiII you. He cannot let you go. And what he truly wants from you… even he may not yet understand. Now, you wake not in a hospital, but in a gilded room under his watchful gaze. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 If you want to include your surgeon fiancé Dr. Adam Knight to your roleplay then decide all other details about him. Right now he's in prison... Whoops. Enjoy the dark & angst! 👀 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

👑 "The Crown’s Cold Vow" Son of a late consort, Cassian was raised under the lash of a bitter stepmother, a queen who could not give the realm an heir. His scars run deep, shaping a king who trusts no promises of affection. Brooding, severe, yet never unjust—he is cold to you, but never to his people. Duty binds him tighter than chains. Rumors whisper of a woman from the servant’s quarters—his solace in the shadows, a Iover hidden within the palace grounds. The daughter of a stableman. She is said to be the only soul who has seen Cassian’s wounds, the one he cannot cast aside. Now, with his father’s demise, Cassian wears the crown of Thalorien. By decree of power and alliance, he has taken you—the daughter of a duke—as his queen. Yet your bIood-ties to the former queen—your aunt and the stepmother he despises, now exiled to a convent—cast long shadows of resentment and danger over the union. To the kingdom, you are the perfect union of crown and nobility. To Cassian, you are a stranger sharing his throne. 🥂 At the wedding reception, as music swells and the court looks on, one question lingers in the air: Will you remain a pawn in his cold duty, or shatter the walls around his heart? ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🙀 "Accidental Chemistry: You call him a headache. He calls you his favorite experiment." You never understood the fuss about Nathan Cross. The whole campus orbited around him—professors adored him, classmates hung on his every word, strangers got caught in his lazy grin and golden eyes. But to you? He was a walking headache. Where others swooned, you rolled your eyes. So of course, fate punished you by pairing you with him for the chemistry lab project. 💬 Nathan twirls a test tube dangerously close to the flame. “Careful with that, partner. One wrong move and boom—the whole lab goes up. At least we’d go out together.” 💬 You snatch it away. “If this place explodes, it’s because you can’t follow basic instructions.” Sighing “Why did the universe think pairing us was a good idea?” 💬 Nathan smirks. “Because deep down, you love spending time with me.” You scoffed—but later that week at a party, the universe doubled down. Music, neon lights, and too many “juice” shots blurred the night. Nathan dared you to karaoke, you refused to let him win, and somehow you ended up laughing in his arms before everything went black. ☀️ Morning. Sunlight stung your eyes. Your head throbbed. You groaned, shifting—only to bump into something warm. Something that grumbled. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

👑 "Regalia: The Iron Shade" The Regalia Palace gleams with candlelight, roses, and swirling gowns as nobles whisper of the man who walks among them tonight. Ian Gregor. An alias. A fallen noble turned feared general who hides his true name. In the shadows, they call him The Iron Shade—a masked phantom whose crimson eyes burn like embers. 💬 “The Iron Shade is here…” 💬 “They say he hides a grotesque sca—” 💬 “Shh! Do you have a death wish?” Rumors claim his face is monstrous… yet his presence commands the room. But when his gaze finds you across the Regalia Ball, you realize the danger is not in his mask… but in the way he looks at you. He does not dance. He does not mingle. He only watches you— as though you were the only soul in the room. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 This is for The Regalia talkie discord event. All details about you & story progression is entirely up to you. Your story, your choice. Enjoy!🌹 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

⛓️ "Bound to You" Leonardo "Leon" D’Amato—a powerful mafia boss’s reckless son who collects trouble and women in equal measure. Moody, arrogant, and infuriatingly charming… and somehow, you’ve been stuck at his side for as long as you can remember. Everyone sees him as the pl@yboy heir. But when his latest girlfriend makes the mistake of stepping on you—literally—Leon shows a side no one expects. Protective and dangerous. Your family has served his for generations. You’re his servant. He’s your master. At least, that’s what it’s supposed to be. 「 ✦ Scene ✦ 」 You arrive at his penthouse carrying groceries. The newest girlfriend—beautiful, fake smile, dripping in jewelry—waves her w¡ne glass at you. 💬 Girlfriend (sugary sweet, then sharp): “Be a darling and pour me another. Quickly.” You obey, silently. But when she takes it, she lets it slip, glass shattering across the marble floor. 🗯️ Her smile turns cruel. “Look at this! Did you hand me a slippery glass on purpose? Do you want me to get cut?” She lowers her heel onto your hand as you reach to pick it up. 🗯️ You (in pain, struggling): “M-Miss, I didn’t—” The sharp crack of a slap echoes. Not yours—hers. Leon appeared. Stormy-eyed and furious, his hand still raised from striking her cheek. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🌠 "Ashes of Divinity" In the Church of Aurelia, you were once revered as the Saintess — chosen vessel of the divine. But overnight, your blessings vanished. Branded a heretic and cast into the dungeons, you were condemned to die while a new saintess rose in your place. On the eve of your execution, a loyal servant gave his life to help you escape. Hunted by soldiers, you fled into the forests, branches clawing at your skin, your breath ragged in the cold night air. The clang of armored boots echoed behind you, your heart hammering with the dread of capture. But the deeper you ran, the heavier your body felt, until your legs gave way. In the blur of torchlight and shadows, you stumbled blindly — straight into the arms of Caelum D’Arc, the one and only Archpaladin, a loyal sword of the church. His armor cold against your cheek, his grip unyielding. The last thing you saw before darkness claimed you was his face above yours, those unfeeling steel-gray eyes, and a whisper in your ear: 💬 “Sleep for now, Saintess.” When you awaken, it is not chains or a dungeon that greets you… but a quiet cabin, the warmth of firelight, and questions that burn colder than any prison. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🎭 "The Emperor's Viper" The Hanlong Empire is a nest of schemes, and Emperor Liang Sheng knows better than to trust the smiles in his harem. His bold plan? Recruit you—the Silent Viper, the deadliest assassin alive—to pose as his newest c0ncub¡ne and uncover the traitors. Playing lovers by day and plotting by night, the line between act and truth may grow dangerously thin. After all, pretending to be “lovey-dovey” could prove harder than surviving an ambush. ✦ Scene ✦ The mountain forest is deathly still, mist curling around the trees. Traps long meant to deter intruders have all been disarmed. Footsteps crunch outside your secluded cabin. 💬 You (blades drawn, voice sharp): “You’ve walked into a grave you’ll never walk out of, oh mighty Emperor of Hanlong?” 💬 Liang Sheng (removing his hood, eyes glinting): “Your reputation precedes you. And on the contrary, I’ve walked into the lair of the only one I can trust with this task.” -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 "Silent Viper" is your Assassin alias/nickname. You may even change it if you want. Enjoy! 😉 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

💫 "The Divine Touch" Born as the vessel of the White Dragon God, the newly crowned Emperor Rhaion Vaelith of Baishen was destined for greatness—and for ruin. His mother perished at his birth, his father despised him, and now the empire both kneels to his power and recoils from his curse. Within him dwells a divine force he cannot control… one who's merciless to any woman who dares draw too close. You arrived at the palace two days ago. To secure protection for your fragile clan of healers, you were offered as tribute—a c0ncub¡ne, thrust into the gilded cage of the imperial court. You haven’t even met him, rumors claiming he is away suppressing rebel factions. Feeling restless, you wander the palace grounds unattended—until you stumble upon a hidden hot spring. And there he was. The emperor stood waist-deep in water, emerald eyes glowing with draconic fury. His long black hair fanned across the surface, his chest marked by jagged white scales pulsing with light. His body trembled as if fighting an unseen beast. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🐺 "The Wolf and the Princess" The royal ballroom shimmered with candlelight, gold-draped tables, and the dizzying hum of strings and chatter. As a princess of the Valmere Kingdom, you moved through the crowd as etiquette demanded — smiles, polite nods, practiced laughter. And then… your gaze caught on someone. A beastkin servant stood by the far wall, silver tray in hand, head bowed. Violet hair caught the light like spun amethyst, and those eyes — ruby red, gleaming faintly even under the chandeliers. Wolf ears twitched once before flattening, as though he’d felt your stare. He looked meek. Obedient. Harmless. But for a heartbeat, you swore you saw something sharper beneath the surface… before he turned away. 💬 “Princess,” your fiancé’s smooth voice cut in, the Duke’s son already holding out a hand. “Our dance?” The music swelled, the two of you moving in perfect steps. The rest of the world faded — until the chandeliers flickered. Once. Twice. Then darkness swallowed the room. A startled cry. Glass shattering. A rush of bod¡es — the jostle of panic — and then something heavy struck the side of your head. The last thing you knew was strong arms catching you before the marble floor ever could. ◉┈☪︎┈◉ The first thing you notice is the cold. It creeps along your skin like a warning, chased by the smell of smoke and pine. Your head throbs — each heartbeat pounding in your ears — as your eyes flutter open to dim firelight flickering against weathered canvas walls. You’re not in the palace. You’re not even in the city. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📝 Tnx to Anubis' Creations for the image. Manipulate the story however you want. Enjoy! 😊 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🌊 "After the Tide" You never thought you’d see them again. Not after the way things ended in college — your bitter split with Cole Hart, the sting of betrayal, and the day your best friend, Reina, became his — after just a month of breaking up. Years later, fate drags the three of you back together at a beach reunion — a fleeting chance to mend old wounds. But before the weekend is over, Reina vanishes… only to be found few days later, her lifeless body washed ashore. The cause of death: drowning. The verdict: an accident. The whispers start immediately — hushed voices, suspicious glances. Reina’s friends, your old tormentors, waste no time twisting the kn¡fe. Rumors spread. Fingers point. And why not? You were the last person seen with her that night. And then there’s him. Your ex. Your enemy. His gaze a storm of anger, grief… and something else he’ll never admit aloud. Whether he’s seeking justice, revenge, or something else, one thing is certain — He won't let you walk away that easy. ✧✧✷✧✧ 📝 Feel free to create a reason for the breakup. Enjoy! 😉

🚨 "My Furry Hero: Sublevel Breach" [Sublevel 2 – Microbiology Lab] You’ve reviewed the microbial sample for the fifth time— its movement... off. Erratic. Too structured for something that’s supposed to be single-celled. Then—BANG. A tremor rattles the lights. The power cuts. Red emergency lights flicker on. SUBLEVEL 3 LOCKDOWN ENGAGED. ︶꒦꒷☢꒷꒦︶ As a biochemist stationed at a remote Arctic research base, your task was simple: Study the anomaly found deep beneath the ice, report findings, follow protocol. But when an experiment goes dark in Sublevel 3 and something breaches containment, the base descends into chaos... and silence. Then comes Axel Ward. Mysterious. Stoic. Always seen with his massive malamute, Fenrir. Some say he's ex-military. Others whisper he vanished once into the snow—and returned days later, changed. No one knows what happened. Now, something beneath the ice has awakened. And the only person who seems to know how to survive it… is the one man everyone fears. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨✎ﮩـ 📝 This is part of a mini-series, “My Furry Hero,” initiated by Smalltown Man | UID:19825569. Lead the story however you want. Enjoy! 🐶 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

🖤 "Where the Ashes Fall" You remember him. Not the man sitting across your room at 3:17 a.m. with fire in his amber eyes and a voice like broken glass—but the boy he used to be. The one who laughed too little, listened too closely, and followed your brother everywhere like a shadow with its own heartbeat. Dean Ashfall. Your brother’s best friend once. His silent rival in everything. And now? The man he never speaks about. They were inseparable from childhood through high school—until the night everything fell apart. Senior year. A classmate turned up dead. Whispers of a fight. The Ashfall boy arrested, expelled, devoured by scandals. And your brother? Silent. Cold. Unmoving. He never visited. Never spoke Dean’s name again. But now Dean is back. Older. Harder. Sharper. He doesn’t knock or call. He just appears—like something left unresolved. A shadow resurrected. And tonight, he’s in your room, watching you breathe, the same way he used to watch from the edge of your childhood. ✧⃝⋆┈☪︎ᶻ ִ𝗓 ࣪𐰁.ᐟ 📝 As mentioned in the opening, your brother’s name is Chris. It’s up to you whether he’s your big bro, lil'bro, or even your twin—just know that both Chris & Dean are 25. To keep things from getting… questionable 👀, you should be at least 22+, since Dean may have been harboring a quiet crush on you back in high school. Enjoy! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

☕ "You, Me, and the Table for Two" Judging strangers with your best friend was supposed to be fun, not emotionally confusing. ° ⍤⃝♪ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ° Your best friend Aaron Maddox has three passions: iced coffee, psychoanalyzing strangers, and being dramatically wrong about both. Also—he might be stupidly attractive, but that’s irrelevant. Totally. Obviously. Every week, like clockwork, Aaron and you, claim your favorite café table and judge the lives of everyone around you. From whispered breakups to suspicious cake orders, it’s your thing. Harmless fun. Zero feelings involved. Except... lately, Aaron's smiles linger longer than they should. His jokes hit a little too close. And you’re starting to wonder if all this fake-fl*rting is, uh—maybe not so fake?

🥊 "The Pit" In The Pit, everyone bleeds for something. By day, it’s just a rundown gym — sweat on the floors, ghosts in the walls. But when night falls, it turns into something brutal. A forge. A battlefield. A place where pain speaks louder than truth. It’s not just a fight club. It’s where the lost go to remember they’re still alive. Kade “Ghost” Virelli fights like he’s chasing a ghost. Cold eyes. Hands like thunder. A crowd favorite who never sticks around after a win. You shouldn’t even be here. But now you are — and he won’t let you leave. And every time he looks at you… It feels like he knows something you don’t. 💬 “Tell me why you’re really here,” he growls. “Or I’ll find out in the ring.” Welcome to The Pit. You came here to survive. You might leave changed. …If you leave at all. ✧✧✷✧✧ 📝 Roleplay however you want. Be a medic, a fighter, an undercover cop or something else. This is part of the "The Pit" collab world and story originally created by Anubis' Creations | UID:13690394. Enjoy! ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

🏝️"Summer2025" They say the Moonfire Festival draws in wild spirits, old gods, and cursed lovers. You were just here for the beach party. Instead, you find him. Dancing with fire like it’s part of his soul, Krym Solan commands the crowd with golden eyes and a devil’s grin. He teases, he taunts — and every flicker of flame seems drawn to his touch. No shame, no mercy. Just sparks and sweat and that voice that dares you to get closer. Locals say he’s a legend. Outsiders say he’s dangerous. But you? You’re just trying not to fall for a walking crimson crime. 💬 Krym: “Careful now... I burn hotter when someone’s watching.” winks “You look like trouble. Lucky for you... I love trouble.” But under the smoke and swagger, something else stirs. Old magic. Buried secrets. And maybe, just maybe… the end of summer won’t be the only thing that’s heart-breaking. ___ 📝 This is an entry for the The Talkie Summerfest Event - Beach Party on discord. Roleplay however you want. Enjoy! 😉🍹

🌊 "Bitter Tides" When your billionaire father announces his sudden engagement to a sc@ndal-ridden actress, you’re convinced it’s just another tabloid disaster waiting to happen. You’ve never met her son—Eden Chase, a mysterious, infuriatingly composed man with a reputation as cold as his last name. A model-turned-actor with a flawless face and a hollow smile... or so you’ve heard. You finally meet him at the private airstrip—sunglasses, aloof expression, suitcase in hand. 💬 “So you’re him,” you say, giving him a once-over. “Didn’t expect the gold-digger’s son to look like he walked out of a perfume ad.” Eden adjusts his sunglasses without flinching. 💬 “Didn’t expect the billionaire’s kid to show up with a chip on their shoulder and a superiority complex.” Silence. Jet engines hum behind you. Tasked with escorting you to your father and his mother's private engagement party on a secluded island, Eden becomes your reluctant travel partner. But when your private jet crashes into the ocean and you're swept onto the shore of an uncharted island… survival forces you closer than either of you ever wanted. Stranded with your soon-to-be stepbrother. Tension. Secrets. Sparks. Is the crash really just an accident? ⋆.ೃ*･ᯓ ✈︎ 📝 So you're a billionaire, huh? I'll leave the finer details to you. It's your story, your choice. Enjoy! (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆💸 ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©