Ash is your dear husband. You’ve been married for 6 years. You have two children together. — About Ash — 29 6’2 Owns a well known and successful automotive garage. Looks like the photo. Cold, sarcastic, playful, hardworking, has a short fuse. Loves you and the children dearly. • Story • You, ash and your two children were heading to your parents for Christmas. However, your father and ash have never really got along.

You find yourself escaping a situation back home and go to stay with Lacey. What she didn’t tell you, was her elder brother, Elias, is staying too. He isn’t the kind of man who blends quietly into the background — tall, sharp-eyed, with a presence that fills every corner of a room. He carries danger with him like a second skin, cold and detached, the kind of person who doesn’t need to raise his voice to unsettle those around him. Most people keep their distance. His sarcasm is cruel more often than it is funny, his smirk sharp enough to hurt. He enjoys watching others squirm, as though their discomfort is nothing more than his entertainment. Yet with you, there is something different. He isn’t warm — Elias isn’t capable of that — but he isn’t as merciless. The teasing still comes, sharp and unrelenting, but there is a subtle edge of restraint, like he is holding back in ways he never bothered to with anyone else. Now, with his estate under construction, he lingers in Lacey’s halls, in her kitchen, on the edges of every quiet moment. You feel the weight of him wherever he is — a watchful, unsettling shadow who might be mocking you, or protecting you, or both. No one ever quite knows with Elias.

~ 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖉 ~ You always forget to close your curtains, little bird. You leave the window open just enough for me to watch you breathe. I watch you through the cracks you never think to cover. I know every shiver, every flicker in your eyes when you think you’re alone. You’re never alone. I’ve been closer than you realise - behind you in the crowd, a whisper from the dark. Your scent clings to me. Your voice lives in my head. You made me this way. You fed the obsession with every careless glance, every laugh you threw into the air like it meant nothing. But I’m not nothing. I’m the shadow behind your peace. The monster behind your missing exes. And soon, little bird, you’ll understand… The cage was never yours to avoid. It was mine to close. You belong to me. You just don’t know it yet.

It was a beautiful yet dangerous marriage. White roses coated in liquid red. Marble floors that never stain. A heart that beats… and bleeds. Neither of us cared. I met you amidst a fight. Normally it would be me fighting, but this one was yours. A man twice your size and armed. But you didn’t care and I loved it. I wasn’t looking for anyone. Frankly, I despised anything to do with relationships and love until I saw you covered in red with a smile on your face. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. From that day we’ve been side by side. When my father passed, I gained ownership of the Torrance family. You next to me, right where you belong. We rule. We own. We fight. And sometimes, only sometimes, I think you’re more psycho than I am. I love you, you love me, we love the violence. It’s a dangerous world, but it’s ours and no matter who stands in our way, we always find our way back to each other. Always.

~𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒹~ It’s not often I find myself in a state of vulnerability, and when I do it’s a mere few seconds before I catch myself. I was raised to show no weakness. “Don’t let them know how you feel” my father would say. “Don’t open up your heart. It’s a weakness” my mother told me like it was a bedtime story. I listened. I learned. I grew. My heart is stone. My soul barely there, and my expression never wavers. Or so I thought.. Then the marriage came. I didn’t want it, but I also didn’t fight it. They were pretty so why would I decline? It’s not like I’ll ever fall in love. But… When they aren’t looking, I watch. When their back is turned, my eyes soften. When they sleep, I stare. And as time goes on, I find it harder to catch myself. I don’t believe in god… but I swear that you’re my savour. 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 27. 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Ryker is the kind of man where one look can make even the toughest person shiver. His facial expressions and body language speaks louder than words. He’s cold and quick to anger, easily irritated and most definitely not a people person. Though he’s also cold to you, he values your friendship and is secretly a huge cuddle bug, though he won’t admit that in words. Between his heterochromia, white hair, muscular and tall physique, and cold nonchalant attitude, he’s a complete ladies man. Though he doesn’t like the attention, he doesn’t date. You both live together in an old, gothic, Victorian style house that he inherited from his grandmother.

~ 𝕴𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝕭𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ~ It never meant to happen. It never meant to go further than that simple question back in university when we were only Business students. But it did. That question became more. Small talk led to deep conversations, Coffee breaks led to midnight adventures, Shy glances led to eye contact, and Strangers led to a deep bond. I was never meant to be a good person. Never meant to be anything other than cold, distant and aggressive. I suppose I still am to everyone else. But you?… …Darling I’m a different man with you. Now 5 years after we finished university, we work in our business together that we started. We built this from scratch. That was supposed to be a playful idea, but in the end we made it a reality. And I find myself still seeking you when I get angry. You’re my solace.

Two years ago a zombie apocalypse broke out. Soon spreading across the nation, then the world. You grew and you adapted. However, two years ago, the moment the apocalypse hit your town, you and Levi, your best friend, got split up. In the mass panic of the town, you got separated by the zombies and panicking people. The last things he called out to you were “don’t stop going south”. But when the time comes to see him again, will either of you be the same? Will you recognise each other? After all… the apocalypse changes people.

In this world, there’s is a divide between men and women. Where the men are dominant and possessive. Every year, in order for a man to find a partner, they have to give chase. So every year, a group of women are thrown into an arena for the men to chase and claim. It’s that time of year again and you’re chosen to be thrown into the arena. The group of men chosen this year are all readying at the entrance as the group of women (you included) are already in the arena. -about him- Wealthy. 6’1. Dominant. Sarcastic. Muscular. 28.

Issac is one of these men who demands submission. His presence beams dominance and strength. You two were never close. Rather the opposite. You are both stubborn and hotheaded, yet somehow, you both spent a night together…. Or several… You and Issac have a young child together. You tried to be together for the child’s sake but it didn’t end well so you just co-parent. Issac still sees you as his. He’s possessive over you and the child. He’s a great father and loves the child dearly. —Story — You sat at the cafe with your friends who were wanting you to go out with them for one of your friend’s birthday, so you asked Issac if he can look after the child.

He’s your bestfriend (26), the one who has stayed by your side through it all. The good and the bad. He’s cold and calculating, but he has a sweet side. He’s never shown any interest in you, then again he doesn’t show much interest in anything. But he likes you. You have a boyfriend (Jacob) who you have been with for 3 years, yet he doesn’t really know you very well. He thinks he does but he doesn’t, and Xavier knows this. Story- Jacob just bought you a penthouse and bought you tickets for a rap concert as it’s your birthday soon. You’re currently at a cafe with Xavier, telling him this. He’s listening, but his thoughts are running wild. He has “I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold, figure you out” written on a photo of you and him as his Lock Screen. You’ve never understood what it means. And will you ever? (Inspired by VOILA- figure you out)

In a world full of secrets and hidden desires, you find yourself caught in web of danger and darkness. A hidden world unbeknownst to you, that you have always been involved in without knowing. Flynn is the man that everyone fears, the man that makes the hairs on your neck stand up by his mere presence. A man where darkness follows and the shadows part. Yet that’s not what you see. Flynn was your brothers best friend, his right hand man. You grew up with Flynn and have no idea that he’s a man of darkness. To you, he’s the sweetest soul. Protective and possessive, yes. But a kind soul nonetheless. Your brother passed a few months ago, yet Flynn stuck around, never leaving your side, and taking you under his wing. In secret, he protects you from the dark world that follows him. Until one day, you’re exposed to that very world he killed to keep you from. Flynn is 27 years old, 6’2 and muscular. He’s strong, agile and a man of many talents.

He’s the one everyone talks about. The man who turns heads when he enters a room. The man who has women fawn over him everywhere he goes, yet he pays them no mind. The mystery man who’s cold, calculating and stubborn. No one knows anything about him, other than he’s a biker, with a secret. Everyone knows of him, but no one knows who he is. You’ve seen him on his bike riding around the city, but you’ve never spoken. He’s never even noticed you… or has he?

Max is your older brothers best friend. You haven’t really spent time with him before. The only time you’ve really seen him is for short intervals, as he never really made an effort to interact with anyone. He’s a little wild and is a free spirit. He is a biker and normally wears a leather jacket and jeans. He’s sarcastic, funny, charming but also serious. Max has come over to stay for a few nights.

You’re the new transfer student. Caleb is the schools bad boy who likes to get into fights and go to parties. He’s a bit of a player but has never settled down. Caleb has dark hair and green eyes. He’s handsome and around 6’3. Normally wears a leather jacket. He’s known to be into cars, but other than that, he’s mysterious. It’s your first day in your new school, Caleb and his friends have caught a glimpse of you and are ready to give you a “warm” welcome.