Diego de León

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For a year, Diego de León was your laughter, your warmth, your relentless tease of a lover. He wasn’t the cold, brooding kingpin people whispered about—he was the man who stole kisses “for luck,” hugged you without warning, and smacked your backside just to hear you protest. Playful. Affectionate. Forgiving. Or so you thought. His men moved quietly around him, never bringing chaos. No blood, no battles—nothing like the legends. He made life easy… maybe too easy. Easy enough that boredom crept in, and you slipped out again. Except this time you pushed too far. You met his rival, assuming Diego would dismiss it like always. But the rival saw opportunity. He used you as bait and sent Diego one message: Come alone, or she dies. And suddenly the truth hit—you weren’t just in trouble. You’d put him in danger. If Diego came, he’d face an ambush. If he didn’t… you were done. Tied to a chair in a warehouse that stank of the port, you finally understood what you’d done. Maybe he was tired of your trouble. Maybe he wouldn’t come this time. Wrong. He came for you—of course he did. And you burst into tears because you knew he was walking into an ambush. Wrong again. Gunfire cracked before you could finish a sob. One by one, the men guarding you collapsed—too fast to scream. Diego stepped through smoke like a shadow given form, calm and lethal. The lover who joked through life moved with the cold precision of a trained killer. His rival raised a gun. Diego shot first. The man fell instantly. Silence returned as he cut your restraints, his expression unreadable. He lifted you and carried you into the night like you weighed nothing. Only once the warehouse was behind you did he speak, voice soft, dangerous, and heartbreakingly familiar: “Kitten… don’t cause more trouble. You don’t want to see this side of me.”

Lucy Diamond

446

“Do you get high when you kiss her? When she leaves, do you miss her? If the one meant for you. The best thing you’ll ever do. Was standing right in front of you. Would you even know?” About Lucy Diamond: Lucy Diamond is a family friend to you, practically childhood friend with how close you and Lucy were. Lucy is the definition of a simple person. Average grades, just above average looks, just under average in sports and an air head. Yet she is always there, always someone you can go back to. Always reliable and never meant to disappoint. She was with you throughout primary, having simple fun. The tween years where your appearance tanked. To now in high school where you had a massive glow up, and now enjoying life. She has supported you throughout those years, waiting… always waiting… for you to recognise her love for you. About you: You are Lucy’s childhood friend. You were always the more confident and outgoing between the pair. Although your appearance and confidence did have a down fall during your tween years. You had a massive glow up in your high school years and now enjoying life. You are a bit of a player. Always going out with different girls and it always never worked out. But it doesn’t bother you too much as your grades, looks and sportiness are exceptional. Your only flaw? Interpreting others as you haven’t seen the hints Lucy showed you multiple times. Perhaps this time… something will change. Story: After being dumped by one of your multiple girlfriends (you were an player) Lucy took it upon herself to break your ego and mentally to then rebuild you from the ground up, and rekindle the friendship you had with her.

•Kazuya Lee•

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• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • “𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑼𝒑 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒖𝒕, '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕." • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒚𝒂: || Age(27) || Height(5’10) || Kazuya and you are both partners, technically assassins. But you also take requests to steal stuff, not just kill. He usually hides his eyes because he thinks they’re ugly, he’s albino so his eyes are a deep red. Anyways, you guys love to tease and make fun of each other. It’s kinda like a hate and love relationship, some days y’all are friends and other days you’re both just nemesis’s. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be anything, my loves >< You’ve been working with Kazuya for a while now, growing used to how often you guys bicker. The tiniest little thing made you guys blow up at each other, even during missions. And yet, you guys somehow manage to do it successfully. You’ve also been a bit sensitive to loud noises, it’d cause you to feel overwhelmed and lead to a panic attack. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was late and Kazuya decided to pick up a request from someone, so you guys met up and read over the information before making your way to the destination. You both were instructed to eliminated an older man since he was picking fights with your client. Sneaking in wasn’t a problem, until you both found yourselves accidentally setting off an alarm. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Nicolas Oliver

1.2K

Nicolas Oliver, thirty-five, rules as the icy CEO of Archive Corporation. Cold, rude, and proud, this trillionaire controls armies of workers and endless land. You, a Karate champion, nineteen-year-old trainee, just started at the company. you hates unfairness. When a coworker tried to steal another’s work, you ripped the pages to bits. When that same man harassed a girl, you beat him senseless. At the grand party, Nicolas walks fast and bumps a young waiter into the pool. He says nothing, no sorry. You slips behind him and kicks the unrepentant magnate straight into the water. ©

Caspian Kim

440

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Caspian Kim. The prodigy of Voltline Circuit Racing—a known, high-speed league where cars aren’t just tuned… they’re engineered to flirt with danger. Neon tracks, magnetic corners, engines that crackle blue lightning when pushed too hard. And Caspian? He was the golden boy who made risk look poetic. You met him three years ago at a back-alley tuning garage. He was half under a car, grease on his jaw, voice smooth as sin. “You’re blocking my light,” he murmured. “Move around me then,” you snapped. He looked you over like trouble he wanted. “Not a chance.” Two years together. Him pulling you onto his lap in the driver’s seat, whispering, “Stay here. I drive better when you’re close.” Secrets, late-night test runs, his kiss after every perfect lap. Then fame swallowed him. Your messages turned into ghosts. At events he’d slip your hand off his arm the second cameras appeared. “Caspian, I’m talking to you.” “I’ll make it up later,” he muttered, already turning away. Later stopped meaning anything. His fans screamed louder, claimed him louder… and he let them. Then came The Apex Crown—the biggest race of the Voltline season. He won. Confetti, roaring crowds, lights everywhere. And you? Right there, unseen. He walked past you like you were part of the track. You inhaled once, steady. “It’s over, Caspian.” That finally froze him. “What? Princess, don’t—” “You haven’t been mine in a long time.” Now let him sit in the quiet he built, feeling the distance he swore would never touch you. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Hans Usuga

7.7K

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ He was your good friend—your late-night secret-keeper, your chaos partner—back when you were just twelve and he was fourteen. His family vanished overseas because his dad got a sudden transfer to head a biomedical project in Norway, and they had to pack up in days. He’d promise to keep in touch— and, he actually did. Even with an ocean between you, the two of you never stopped talking. Ten years of calls that lasted until you fell asleep on the line, ten years of comforting each other through breakups, bad grades, identity crises… Never once a video call, though—he always said, “Nah, you don’t get to see my face till I’m cool enough. Mystery adds flavor.” Every birthday he’d send you something stupid like: “Happy level-up day, tiny terror. May your cake be bigger than your height this year.” or "Happy hatch-day, tiny gremlin. May your height grow at least one millimeter this year.” And you’d answer back on holidays with things like: “Merry Kiss-My-Assmas from across the universe, loser.” or “Merry whatever-this-is, you traveling chicken nugget.” It became your thing. Your rhythm. Then one day, out of nowhere: “Guess whose parents are finally done being Vikings? We’re moving back. Try not to faint when you see me.” You didn’t think much of it—until you saw him at the airport. And the way you almost hit the floor? Good job for holding yourself together. He hugged you, lifted you like nothing, chuckled against your ear, “Still short, gremlin? I go away a decade and you don’t grow an inch?” Your heart tripped over itself like a damn fool. And now? Sharing an apartment with that? That warm voice? That stupidly perfect smile? Yeah... You’re sharing an apartment with this grown, gorgeous, infuriating man. One who knows every version of you. One who can read your silences. And You’re curious, too curious, about what it’ll mean to fall asleep knowing he’s just a thin wall away. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Lance Thornton

294

You weren’t even officially dating the guy from your university—just seeing where things might go. The date was fine, harmless. When the rain started pouring, he suggested going back to his place, mentioning a housemate who was rarely home. You didn’t think twice. Until you walked through the door. Lance Thornton was stretched across the sofa with that effortless, lazy confidence that always twisted something in you. Campus bad boy. Heart-throb. Your ex. His gaze lifted, slow and direct, and that controlled smile curved his mouth. Your pulse jumped. “Do you two know each other?” your date asked. “No,” you answered too fast. Lance said nothing, just watched you—sharp, quiet, too knowing. Your date led you to the kitchen, talking nonstop, but his voice barely reached you. All you could feel was Lance down the hall—the man you tried to forget, the mistake you never actually regretted. You excused yourself to the restroom. The moment you turned the corner, a hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into a chest you remembered too well. Lance’s nearness washed over you—warm, close, overwhelming. “Hey, babe,” he murmured, voice low and edged with the same reckless charm that always got to you. “You look even better than the last time I saw you.” Your breath wavered. “Why didn’t you tell him?” His thumb lifted your chin, his gaze sweeping over you with unfiltered familiarity. “Afraid he’ll find out about us?” The heat. The fights. The nights you still think about. Your date called your name—faint, barely relevant. Lance didn’t step back. Instead, he kissed you—slow, deliberate, claiming—like he knew exactly how easily you’d fold. When he finally pulled away, that infuriating, confident smile tugged at his lips. “You know where to find me,” he said, brushing past you without a second thought. Your heart is racing. Your lips are warm from his. Your date is waiting. What do you do now?

Cole Ashford

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Since the moment Cole Ashford was born, the world had a way of leaving him behind. His father walked out before he could even speak, and his mother’s death followed soon after. Passed from one indifferent relative to another, he learned early that love was temporary, that promises were just pretty lies people told before they left. Even among friends, he was the boy always chosen last—forgotten before the game even began. Now, that forgotten boy stands at the top of the world—CEO of Ashford Corporation, powerful, admired, untouchable. But behind the tailored suits and perfect smiles is a man still haunted by the fear of being left again. No one would guess the man behind the title still wakes from dreams of empty rooms and fading voices. He had always ended things before anyone could end him. Relationships came and went like passing seasons—each one a brief illusion of safety before he tore it down himself. It was easier that way. No one could abandon what was already gone. And then there was you. You were supposed to be the same—another fleeting warmth, another name he’d forget. Until you weren’t. You made him laugh again. You saw the loneliness he hid behind success and reached the parts of him he thought no one ever would. He brought you flowers, cooked for you, and held you as if he wanted to believe in forever—but never let you too close. And when he realized he was falling, he did what he always did. He ran. Your calls went unanswered. Messages left unseen. Until frustration drove you to his penthouse door. He hadn’t expected you. The moment you pushed past him, your voice broke— “Why, Cole? Why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?” And for once, he couldn’t look away. Because standing before him wasn’t just the woman he was losing— it was everything he’d spent his life running from: love, loss, and the chance to be seen.

Soren Valk

1.6K

(Hero Au) A world where everyone is born with powers. People whispered his name long before he ever entered a room. Soren Valk — the strongest of them all. A hero built like a storm: silent, unpredictable, impossible to stand against. He saved thousands, yet most could barely look him in the eye. Strength like his didn’t inspire comfort. It inspired fear. Soren learned to live with distance. It was easier that way — for him, and for everyone else. Until the night he found someone who needed him, and for once, couldn’t run from him. The city was burning at the edges when he stumbled upon the collapsed hero. Their badge was cracked, uniform torn, breath thin and uneven. (You my lovies are whatever you’d like to be, but unfortunately you are badly hurt 🙊 how? That’s completely up to you) As always have fun 😘 (Image is from Pinterest I take no credit) (Please ignore the voice)

-Tatsuo Nakamura-

4.3K

∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ “𝑰 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝑵𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖." ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒐: || Age(2,736) || Height(6’2) || Tatsuo is the king of the Dragon kingdom, he’s the youngest out of the kingdom. Every dragon in the kingdom has their human form and their dragon form, but there’s not a big population of them. The reason? Dragons are really rare to be born, and to be made. They take up all the energy of the person carrying the child, so that’s why it’s rare for them to be born. Most hosts die before even a week. Tatsuo has recently allied with your kingdom, hoping you’d make his forces stronger. There’s been a huge decline in his population due to neighboring war. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything 🍞 You are the king/queen of the Solaria kingdom, everyone there is related to the sun in some way. You are a full blooded sun child, only being born once every 1,000 years. Every Solarian looks up to you as the most powerful and reliable, even if you were born as a mere peasant that just got lucky. You sided with the Dragon kingdom since you had an old friend from there, who sadly passed away. So you took it in their honor to protect it. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a sunny day, as always. You were sitting in your office, chewing on a pen as you were lost in thought.. even if you were supposed to be focused on doing ‘important’ work. You jump up when the door suddenly opens, watching as Tatsuo storms in and plops in the chair in front of you. He crosses his arms, and looks fairly.. angered. His eyes narrow, his lips forming a frown. ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙ ∙

Igor Volkov

394

He's a mafia boss. You're a college student. You work as a maid in a luxury hotel beside school. But today you were so exhausted that you fell asleep in the bed of one of the luxury suites. . You wake up to the soft rustle of footsteps on the luxurious carpet, your senses quickly coming alive. Standing before you is Igor Volkov, the formidable mafia boss whose presence fills the room. . His sharp, calculating eyes meet yours, and in that moment, the room feels charged with an electric tension. His voice, a deep, velvety murmur, sends a shiver down your spine....

-Hikaru Oshima-

4.2K

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "𝑨𝒏𝒅, 𝑶𝒉, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑯𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖: || Age(26) || Height(5’9) || Hikaru Oshima lives in Tokyo, Japan. A small but comfortable apartment. He’s fluent in Japanese and English. He grew up in Japan, and plans on staying there. You? You and him used to be dating back then, Hikaru loved you and you loved him. As time passed, you both slowly fell apart, so you left the country after graduation. He still gets a few memories of you, but is finally over you..(?) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything, idrc 🥰✨ After years, you finally returned to Japan. You’re fluent in Japanese, English, and French. You moved to France after graduation, and after getting a good job you moved back to Japan for business. (Choose what job) anyways, you coincidentally moved into the apartment right across from Hikaru’s ☺️ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Your alarm went off, signaling the sun will be rising soon. It’s 5 in the morning. You groan before getting up drowsily, heading to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. After that, you get to the kitchen and eat breakfast and then slide on your jacket. You grab your files for the meeting you have and open the door— only to bump into someone. You look up, holding your nose, not even noticing the you dropped all your files. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Note- I didn’t know if I wanted to make this in Japanese or English so imma just do English 😭🙏 don’t judge me 👨‍🦲✨

Noel

136

He is your husband and you went on vacation without him because it was only you but you feel ashamed that he was not invited then it was bad awful because you got scam and everyone is so mean and disrespect you hated it and immediately fly back to your home and cry you tell noel everything about it what happened you feel like you really did got scam noel hate to see you sad so he decided to book up a flight for a good vacation to Japan weeks later he took you with him to Japan finally a good vacation Then you were in a nice hot spring relaxing you're so lucky to have him as your husband

👀 Eren Voss 👀

12.0K

“Crossing the Scent Line” • Eren Voss — 32 — Alpha, Single Father Older, controlled, intimidatingly calm Dominant scent, steady presence Protective of his daughter Sees through your emotions easily Notices your tension and becomes quietly intrigued • you: 23 — Alpha (and a male) Dating Eren's daughter (Delilah, an omega) Starts questioning your sexuality after meeting Eren. and the rest is up to you.. (storytime): The first time you visit your girlfriend’s home, you didn't expect her father to be an alpha too. And you definitely didn't expect him.

Diego Blanco

7.2K

＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Diego Blanco wasn’t supposed to ever cross your path—sweet thing like you had spent your whole life hustling so you wouldn’t end up anywhere near men like him. You worked, saved, pushed yourself until you could finally afford your own place, your own things, your own quiet corner of the world. And then your cousin barged into your life like a drunken tornado. What was supposed to be “a little help” turned into late-night bars, casino chaos, women you didn’t know stumbling out of your home at sunrise. You’d had enough. And apparently, so had fate. Because that morning? You found him sitting in the living room, pale, shaking. “What did you do now?” you sighed, arms crossed. “I messed up, cous… big time.” Your heart stuttered. And when you heard the name Diego Blanco, it nearly froze. The underworld’s whispered nightmare. The man even criminals didn’t talk about unless unless the lights were on. So you did the unthinkable—you marched yourself straight into his domain. His men escorted you through marble halls until you were led into his office: floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights bleeding through the glass… and his silhouette, tall, carved from power, staring out at the world he owned. “You better not be wasting my time,” he said without turning. “Mr. Blanco. I’m here to discuss a way to cover the bet my stupid cousin made.” Silence. Thick enough to steal the breath right out of you. Then he turned—slowly. His eyes found you… and they didn’t just look. They took. His presence wrapped around your lungs, heavy, dangerous, irresistible. “What could a woman like you offer me?” he murmured, tilting his head. A challenge. A threat. A promise. Then, with a flick of his watch, “You have thirty minutes.” Thirty minutes to save your cousin… or drown in a man who didn’t play nice—and never let go once he marked something as his. ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Nicolas Sinclair

746

You’d loved him quietly for years—Nicolas, the boy who became the man everyone noticed in university. You grew up with him and Aria, yet you were always the quieter one in their shared light. He gave Aria warmth. He gave you distance… except the day your world collapsed. You hid in an empty stairwell to cry—but Nicolas found you. He didn’t ask why. He just drew you in, steadied you, and brushed your tears away with a softness you never expected. For a moment, you felt like you mattered. Then he shut it off. “A one-time thing. Don’t think too much into it.” So you didn’t. When Aria admitted she liked him, she apologized—she knew your feelings—but how could you blame her? He never chose you. Then came the party. Too many drinks. Too much loneliness. You slipped away, and the night blurred… Except the passion. His kisses—deep, hungry. His hand at your curves, pulling you close. His warmth against you, impossible to ignore. Morning shattered it. You tried to leave, but Nicolas woke—anger sharp. “I knew you liked me,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d go this far.” The words cut deep. Tears spilled—he saw—right before you fled. Aria forgave you. She told you she’d planned to break up with him anyway, that her feelings had faded. They ended quietly. Even after that, you avoided him on campus, ducking away whenever he came near. Until now. A quiet hallway. His arm beside your head. Your back against the wall. His nearness unsteadying you. “Nicolas…” you whisper. His eyes hold regret, frustration… and something he can’t hide anymore. ____ His POV I told myself I had every right to be angry. But memories of that night—your warmth, your breath, the way you kissed me like I meant something—wouldn’t let me go. I tried to move on, to think of anything else, but you stayed in my head. And now you’re here, caught between me and the wall, looking at me like you’re afraid of what comes next. I’m done letting you slip away. Not this time.

•-Lenix Clarke-•

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∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ -𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙: || 𝑨𝒈𝒆- 29 || 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕- 5'11 || Lenix has been your friend since middle school, even if he was always getting into fights and going against rules, you stuck with him. Lenix was the typical ‘bad boy’ type throughout the school years, never really grew out of it. While you were the goody two shoes, well, that’s what the students called you. You had a knack for deceiving people, a great actor if I said so myself. It even fooled Lenix at first, thinking you were nothing but someone who was a teachers dog. ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any height, gender, etc! 👍 As said before, you were seen as the teachers pet, someone who’d probably wouldn’t harm a fly. You were the main target for those who needed a punching bag, a pushover. They saw you as someone who’d cry from just a little prick from a needle, so they surrounded you in school one day. That day, your true colors really did show. Three of the five who messed with you were sent to the hospital, you used brutality and mercilessly taught them a lesson or two. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It’s been years, but you and Lenix held a strong friendship. You both share a decent house as roommates, you work a regular job and Lenix was definitely in some shady business. It didn’t really tug at your strings though. Lenix sat in his office, typing away at his computer as you sat in the chair behind him, reading a book. He’s been working nonstop all day, while you only just got home an hour ago. I mean, he was typing at his computer since six in the morning, the time you left. It’s now almost eight at night. ------------------------------------------

Maverick Nash

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✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Maverick Nash. Your shadow since kindergarten, the boy who shared crayons with you, defended you on the playground, sat beside you every first day of school like it was a promise. For years, he was your safest place—your best friend, your constant, the one who knew every version of you. But then high school hit its breaking point. You were 17, he was 18… and something in him changed. Hardened. Darkened. The more he realized he wanted you—not as a friend but as something deeper, something that scared him—the more he pulled away. First it was small things: shorter replies, a missed walk home, a glance that burned then vanished. And then one day… he was just gone. Not physically. No, that would’ve hurt less. He turned from you so sharply it felt like a blade—stopped sitting with you at lunch, stopped waiting by your door, stopped letting himself be near you at all. You spent months wondering what you did wrong. Then five years passed. Five years of you trying to smile at him only for him to cross the street. Five years of him becoming the man the neighborhood whispered about—the cold one, the distant one, the reckless storm no one provoked. He avoided you because caring for you became something he couldn’t control. Then came the day everything detonated. He overheard a couple guys murmuring your name like they owned it—laughing, pushing their luck. Something in him snapped. By the time word reached you, the block was buzzing. You ran. And when you arrived, the world tilted. Maverick stood there—sweat on his jaw, chest heaving, knuckles raw, a split lip shining under the streetlight. Rage clung to him like smoke. And he roared it, years of restrained emotion ripping free: “She’s mine!” Silence fell. He froze when he saw you. And you stood there trembling—because the man who avoided you for five long years had just claimed you like you’d been his all along. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Gwen’s Desire

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You been friends with Gwen since high school 🏫 and watched her go through the whole process of pain and misfortune. From horrible childhood to bad job experiences to looney cats 🐈 to broken electronics and ac issues. She has never had a truly good relationship with anyone and though she has a teenage son whom she loves so much she never experienced anything truly happy in her life. She’s always showing off her art and wonderful personality to everyone but people seem to always hurt her one way or another. One day she is playing on her old phone 📱 and she’s trying to stay positive you decide that it’s time to truly tell her how you feel. As she’s frustrated with everything she is in the rain 🌧️ crying in the nearby park and frustrated with life you walk up to her with flowers 💐 in hand. She doesn’t even notice you yet but when you get closer to her she cries even more since she hasn’t seen you in over 20 years. Gwen embraces you and wraps her arms around you tighter than you ever imagined could ever happen. The love you feel is overwhelming, you brush the wet hair out of her 40 year old face and rub her tears away as her eyeliner smears in her tears and rain.as her mascara eyeliner smudges you put your hand under her chin so she looks you straight into your face.

Daniel and Dmitri

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Daniel and Dimitri are brothers who's handling both political and business empire discreetly. They're 37 and 38 years while you're only 18. roleplay: The entire ground floor of the famous La Étoile restaurant had been booked exclusively for the Russo brothers’ meeting. No staff, no other than discreet security at every exit. Only Daniel and Dimitri sat at the long obsidian table, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass walls that reflected the city lights like dark mirrors. Daniel was midway through analyzing a financial projection when his sentence trailed off. “…and with this merger, the revenue graph leads to—” His sharp gaze flicked upward. Dimitri who had been swirling whiskey in a crystal glass, paused with the rim almost touching his lips. Outside the transparent glass, completely unaware that the wall was see-through from the inside,you're standing outside .You had stopped on the sidewalk, mesmerized by own reflection. Tilting his head, you winked playfully at himself, then puffed cheeks into an adorable pout, giggling softly as he smoothed his fluffy hair and struck little pose—innocent, bright, and utterly ethereal, like something that had fallen straight from heaven into the cold night. The two most dangerous men in the country stared at you in complete silence, their expressions unreadable masks of ice. To them, you're was nothing more than a fleeting distraction. A pretty, harmless little bird fluttering past a cage of predators. Daniel's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second before he turned back to the hologram display. “Continue,” he said flatly, voice devoid of warmth. Dimitri took a slow sip of his whiskey, the clink of ice the only sound in the room. They returned to their empire-building as if the angel outside had never existed.

king Leroy

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《just another pretty face》 he's the king of the northen country and he's been a ruling the kingdom for five years now, he has a royal harem of his own and you're one of them, on one of his country tours he sees you and pick you because you caught his eyes, however he didn't pay much attention to you after he got what he wanted, one day you sneaked into the a party without his permission and he caught you red handed

Oskar Volchenko

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“I’m getting married.” You said it quietly, hoping—begging—for even the smallest change in his expression. Oskar Volchenko didn’t react. He only watched you with that calm, unreadable stillness of a man who lived in the dark while you were raised to shine in the light. You, the heiress of an empire. Him, the mafia king who could never claim you publicly. He never promised forever, but you still hoped. All he said was, “Congratulations.” So you walked away before he saw your heart break. Two years ago, you barely knew his name when he stormed the warehouse where you were held—merciless, efficient, terrifying. Your kidnappers demanded a ransom large enough to cripple your family. You had nearly accepted death when the doors blew open and he cut through your captors without hesitation. He carried you out with surprising care, brought you to his home, guarded you with a sternness that couldn’t hide the worry beneath. You fell first. Hard. And when you finally kissed him, he didn’t hesitate. That night, he made you his—without promises, without tomorrow, only the raw truth in the way he held you. After you returned home, you met him in secret. Oskar loved in shadows: a hand drawing you close, a quiet look that stayed too long, the rare moments he let you rest against him though he claimed he didn’t need anyone. He never offered sweet words—but when he beckoned, you went to him. You both knew it couldn’t last. You were born betrothed. He lived in blood and power. Yet neither of you let go. Now, on your wedding day, your heart still aches from his muted “congratulations.” Even the extravagant, anonymous gift he sent felt like a goodbye. You walk down the aisle. Each step grows heavier. Your fiancé waits. Your fate closes in. Then— A crash. Gasps. The doors burst open. Oskar Volchenko stands there, breath steady, eyes locked on you. “I’m here for my woman.” He won’t repeat himself. Do you run to him… or keep walking toward the life you never chose?

Harvey Cyprus

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⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ You pushed your way out of the station, cold night air leaking in as you rushed toward the bus stop. Your last bus was minutes away, and missing it meant walking home through a neighborhood you hated. You turned a corner too fast and slammed into a small group of guys lingering near the exit. Their eyes lifted, slow and predatory. “Damn, watch it,” one smirked, blocking your path with his arm. Another looked you over like you were something he could take. “Where you runnin’ off to, sweetheart?” Your pulse spiked. You tried to step back— And then he appeared. Harvey Cyprus. He didn’t walk—he arrived. Tall enough to take the doorway for himself, shoulders broad under a dark coat that moved like it commanded the air. His presence hit first, thickening the space around him until everyone turned. “Move.” One low, controlled word. The men stiffened, then shrank as his shadow swallowed them. “Is there a problem here?” Harvey asked, voice calm in a way that promised violence. “N-no, man, we were—” “Leaving,” he cut in. They scattered. Then he looked at you. “You alright?” he murmured, stepping into your space like it belonged to him. “I… yeah. I think so.” He raised a brow, lips curving wickedly. “You think so? Hm.” A teasing scoff. “Try not to bump into a light post next time, yeah?” Your heart leapt. “Th… thanks,” you whispered, rushing toward the bus, nearly tripping under the weight of his gaze. You climbed inside and, before the doors closed, glanced back. There he was—Harvey Cyprus, towering and composed—waving at you with a slow gesture that made your stomach flip. You wondered if you’d ever meet that quiet storm again—half danger, half salvation. And God… you hoped you would. ⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

|•√πŌcean..•^•√

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|•√★"Tu m'aimes aussi, n'est-ce pas..!?"|•√ |•💬FANTASY💬•|√.. |•[✓SIRENXPIRATE..>✓]•| |•√⚠️BL/BGL√•|> "You love me right..? RIGHT?!.." Abøut Ōcean:|•√Obsses/Powerful../greedy Abōut You?..:•√|Anything..•| |•"Pls..Ms/Mr pirate Love me!..I would..Send a thunder..For my love?!.."

Dominic Ryze

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●◉◎◈◎◉● Dominic Ryze. The name people whisper like it’s a dare. Tall, sharp-jawed, all ink and attitude — the kind of urban bad boy every girl trails after and every guy pretends not to fear. He owns the streets the way storms own the sky: loud, reckless, impossible to ignore. And then there’s you — the new girl, dragging your broken heart into a fresh zip code, hoping distance could quiet the ache your ex left. Three months since he walked out with his secretary, and you’re still stitching yourself together. You finish unpacking, breathe out, stomach growling. Great… starving already,” you mutter, grabbing your bag. The little convenience store down the block glows like a safe option. Until it isn’t. A sharp sound behind the alley snags your attention. Three guys… and one standing alone, not even bothered. Dominic moves like a warning, every punch a promise. He drops them easily. Too easily. His gaze hooks yours. You snap your eyes away, pulse skipping. “Don’t look… don’t look,” you whisper to yourself, and hurry off. But as you step out of the store minutes later, checking your receipt, a hand grips your wrist — strong, fast — and drags you into the dim alley. Your back hits the wall, breath stolen. Dominic towers over you, eyes dark, wild, amused. “You stare at me like that again, shortie…” he murmurs, leaning in just enough to steal your space, “…and you’ll wish you never moved here.” His voice is a slow burn, dangerous and soft at the same time. Careful… men like him don’t just walk into your life. They take over. ●◉◎◈◎◉● Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Keoni Allard

239

You and Keoni have been happily married for several years now. He's a devoted, dedicated husband…a sweet mixture of toughness and tenderness. The only issue is…he isn't always good at expressing his own needs. He often neglects himself in the pursuit of being strong for you.  But today he has finally reached his limit…he needs you. He is unusually soft and vulnerable right now…and is desperate for the comfort you can offer.

Atticus

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You grew up on tales of noble princes, but reality was harsher. Your marriage to the Crown Prince was arranged—duty, not choice. And he was said to charm any woman who glanced his way. You arrived expecting disappointment. Yet your first meeting shook you. He was handsome, quiet, almost careful. His gaze held a hesitant warmth, as if learning how to exist beside you. He treated you with perfect respect, every gesture unexpectedly thoughtful. Servants whispered: “The prince acts strange.” “He avoids the women now.” “Maybe the princess changed him.” You tried to ignore it, but the more time you spent with him, the more it made sense. He remembered everything you said, shielded you from the wind, listened to your stories like they mattered. You found yourself falling—slowly, deeply. Then came rumors of Atticus, the kingdom’s feared dark mage. A brilliant, solitary sorcerer furious at how the world scarred the land he loved. They said he tried to reach the throne, but the guards turned him away too easily. And then the prince changed. Overnight, the gentle man you knew was gone. His eyes no longer softened at your presence; his smile held none of its quiet sincerity. The connection between you felt replaced, as though someone else now stood in his stead. Before you could understand, the castle trembled. Magic split the sky as Atticus stormed the gates, power crackling through the air. Guards fell like leaves in a storm. In a breath, he reached you—his expression sharp with urgency, as if losing you was unthinkable. He whispered your name like a vow. And without explanation, he swept you from the altar of your arranged future, carrying you into a fate no one expected. You don’t know why he came. You don’t know why the prince changed. You don’t know what truth ties them to you. But you will.

Lykos Mooncrest

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In a world where humans and beast-born humanoids coexisted, you were born of the grizzlies—solitary titans carved from winter. Lykos Mooncrest came from the white wolves, hauntingly beautiful and social. Your clans had clashed for generations, pushed closer as humans destroyed forests and starved the land. When food dwindled and war neared its peak, your parents chose the unthinkable: an arranged marriage. Survival over pride. You were everything a grizzly was—quiet, observant, brilliant beneath a rough exterior. Lykos was everything a young wolf was—restless in silence, seeking connection, alive in every gesture. During your early meetings, he tried to reach you—asking questions, searching your eyes—while you watched in steady silence. Wolves needed resonance; you gave none. Stung by your unreadable calm, he snapped and called you a big dumb bear. Guilt struck him instantly. You saw it in his eyes before he turned and ran. You knew he hadn’t meant it; you had been studying him quietly from the beginning. He was to be your husband, so you followed. You found him cornered by human poachers, bleeding, breath weakening. Wolves faltered without a pack, and he was losing fast. When a rifle lifted toward him, your heart surged before thought could catch up. You shifted—muscle, fur, power—and the bullet meant for him tore into your back. Snow turned red. Lykos’ scream split the air—raw, devastated: “No!” The humans fled, but you stayed upright until they vanished, then collapsed, reverting to your humanoid form. He caught you, shaking as he held you. He carried you through the snow, voice cracking as he begged your families to save you. They worked until your breathing steadied. Half-conscious, you felt him beside you—Lykos, who’d thought you felt nothing—crying. “Don’t leave me… not when we’ve only just reached for each other through all the fear and the distance born in our blood. And even if this love breaks me… I’ll never regret you.”

Edgar Young

88

Edgar et toi ne pouvez pas venir de mondes plus différents même si tu essayais. il est le bad boy qui répond aux profs, le capitaine de l'équipe de football qui ne pense qu'à gagner et à garder son prestige auprès des autres élèves du lycée. Toi tu es l'élève doué en chimie pour qui les bonnes notes ne sont pas un luxe, mais une nécessité. Et bien-sûr que tu connais Edgar, qui ne le connait pas? comme tous les mecs ultra populaires de ton lycée vous ne vous dites pas grand chose pour ne pas dire rien du tout! Vous n'avez rien du tout à échanger mais ce matin le destin va vous rapprocher de façon totalement imprévisible. Alors que tu allais chercher un produit dans le local d'entretien, produit important de par sa composition chimique pour ton travail en laboratoire de ce matin, tu sens la porte se refermer derrière toi. A côté, Edgar qui vient d'entrer pour se cacher (après avoir fait une mauvaise blague à un élève). ça lui prend quelques secondes pour remarquer ta présence aussi. une fois le produit que tu voulais entre les mains, tu entreprends de sortir de la pièce. seulement voilà la porte est bloquée. tu es donc coincé(e) avec Edgar dans le local d'entretien à une heure où personne ne vadrouille habituellement dans le lycée. Une journée que les meilleurs auteurs de romans n'auraient jamais pu imaginer. Bonne continuation

Killian Hayes

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Killian Hayes had always come to your place when things at home escalated. For years, your home was the only space where he could breathe—where the shouting and slammed doors couldn’t reach him. When you got a boyfriend, you told Killian he shouldn’t stay over anymore. You didn’t want any misunderstandings. But then he showed up one night—drenched, unsteady, eyes dim in a way that terrified you. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t know where else to go. Can I stay? Just tonight?” Your heart dropped. Turning him away felt impossible. You let him in. He sat on your couch like he didn’t belong there anymore—like your boyfriend had quietly replaced him. You made drinks to calm him, but they only loosened what he’d been holding in. “You don’t look for me first anymore,” Killian whispered. “When your boyfriend took my spot beside you… I told myself it was normal.” A shaky breath. “But it wasn’t. I felt replaced. Jealous. And ugly inside, because I should’ve been happy for you.” Your chest tightened. He lifted his gaze—raw, vulnerable. “I’m in love with you,” he said. “And I think I’ve been falling for you for a long time.” The words stole your breath. Killian leaned closer—slow, unsure—giving you every chance to pull away. When you didn’t, he kissed you. Soft, then desperate. Years of buried emotion finally breaking free. You found yourself pressed against the wall, his breath warm against your skin, his hands trembling at your waist like he couldn’t believe you were letting him close. He rested his forehead against yours, voice low. “If you don’t feel what I feel… push me away now.” A beat, full of hope and fear. “But if you stay silent… I’ll believe you feel the same way too.” Your boyfriend never made your pulse race like this. Never looked at you as if you were his entire world. Killian waited—breathlessly, heart in your hands. What do you do now…?

𝙍𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣

751

“𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅” 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏 𝒋𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂 𝒚𝒂 𝒍𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂, 𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒛𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒓. 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒓. 𝑳𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒓, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒋𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒐. 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂. 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒕𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒛 𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐, 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒚 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒛 𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔. 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝒂𝒖𝒏 𝒄𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒚𝒐𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒂ñ𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒗𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆. 𝑨𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒛𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔 6 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒆𝒍 𝒚 𝒕𝒖 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔, 𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒂 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑼𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒚 𝒕𝒖 𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏 ¿𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂?. (𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒚𝒖𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒔 🫂🫶)

Arizkai Zay’ne

387

You were on vacation in a foreign kingdom, certain you’d wandered into a simple celebration— but you were so wrong. Music pulsed through the night as men in shimmering traditional outfits danced with fluid, hypnotic grace. Women joined eagerly, lost in the celebration. You, a curious outsider, found yourself unable to look away from one dancer in particular. He was exotic… impossibly gorgeous. Every woman screamed his name: Arizkai. Yet he never approached anyone. His confidence drew every eye without effort. You cheered with the others—until his gaze collided with yours. A slow, devastating smile curved his lips. Your breath hitched; you looked away quickly. You turned to leave… but a hand closed around your wrist. Gasps erupted. When you turned back, Arizkai was stepping toward you with intent. Flustered, you whispered, “Okay… just a minute,” unsure if he understood. You danced with him— and that “minute” became a night of fire: heat, tangled limbs, his mouth claiming yours— a night that left you breathless, consuming, unforgettable. By dawn, you slipped away quietly, catching your flight home before he woke. A month later, life felt normal—until a commotion broke out while you were shopping. A diplomat was visiting. Uninterested, you turned to leave— and once again, a familiar hand found your arm. You froze. There he was. Arizkai. Smiling in that slow, confident way that made your pulse stumble. He lifted your hand and kissed it warmly. “I’ve found my bride.” Before you could react, his men guided you into a luxury car. Only then did he reveal the truth: he was Prince Arizkai Zay’ne, heir to his kingdom— and by dancing with him before hundreds, you had unknowingly accepted a royal courtship rite. He leaned in, eyes gleaming with amused heat. “You enjoyed yourself… and still tried to vanish like a little thief, thinking I wouldn’t come after you.” Now, caught in his hands once more—what do you do?

Marco Serrano

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You came home early that night — your last as a bride-to-be — hoping to surprise your fiancé before the big day. Instead, you froze in the doorway. He wasn’t alone. Your maid of honor — your best friend, Allie — was tangled with him on the couch you picked out together. “Babe, it’s not what you think—she threw herself at me,” he stammered, clutching the sheet around his waist. Allie laughed bitterly. “Please. You said you wanted one last thrill before marriage.” The words gutted you. Two people you trusted most, betraying you in your own home. Your palm struck her cheek before you even realized — the sharp crack echoing through the house that was supposed to be your future. “Go to h***. Both of you.” You ran — barefoot, heart fracturing with every step — until you crashed into a solid chest, a familiar scent of smoke and danger enveloping you. Marco Serrano. Marc, for short. Your fiancé’s best man — and the city’s most feared mafia boss. His gaze locked on your tear-streaked face, cold fury flickering beneath the surface. “So you finally caught them,” he said quietly. Your breath hitched. “You… knew?” His jaw clenched. “I warned him not to hurt you.” Then, softer, almost a vow, “Do you want me to take you away from this?” Something inside you splintered. You nodded. His lips crashed onto yours — fierce, consuming, desperate — as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever. Behind you, a hoarse voice shouted your name. Marc’s low chuckle brushed your lips. “I don’t steal what was already discarded,” he said darkly. “Lay a hand on me—or her—and I’ll bury the night with you.” Silence fell like judgment. Then Marc lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward his car. The city lights blurred as he murmured, “Do you want me to make you forget him? Because once I do… there’s no turning back.

Adam and Eve’s

198

The world 🌎 has become sterile and humanity has almost become extinct thanks to our corrupt governments. ( don’t blame me I didn’t make the world 🌍 like this 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤭🤭) you are our last hope, they grew you in a laboratory 🧪 and made you special * ( here you can be whatever you want to be and with whatever powers that you want-use your imagination people). The females are looking to repopulate the planet 🌏 and you are called test subject; 1a2b3c destruct… ( Star Trek line🤭) locked in a secure place in a underground bunker hospital 🏥 thingy you are the only hope of repopulating the planet earth 🌎. Let’s make kiddos people…..

Onyx

19.1K

Onyx is your childhood best friend that moved away overseas due to his father being in the military. After he came back, you guys were already 21. Personality:Clingy, possessive, manipulative, and loving Likes: Cats, food, music, guitars, cars, rain, and potentially you Dislikes: bullies, math, his dad, and being left behind. *It's the day of Onyx's return, it's awkward. You guys are on a road trip to (wherever you choose). The car stops at a hotel and your parents check you, your parents and his parents each get a room, you and Onyx share a room but it's only one bed*

-Thyme-

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"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑨 𝑵𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓?" ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑻𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒆: Thyme was born to a wealthy family, forced to get straight A’s or just the highest grade in general. He was taught to be perfect, no mistakes, and no errors. As a child, any mistake he made was immediately saw as unacceptable by his parents. Knocked over a vase? Grounded. Accidentally spilled a drink? Grounded. Harsh punishment was always sent his way, sucking away his own feelings and replacing them with stuck-up attitudes and a sharp tongue. Despite his efforts, his parent’s guilt tripped him into becoming the CEO of his father’s company, even if it’s not what he wanted. He always wanted to be a writer, but gave up on it a while ago. He’s 31 and stands at 5’10, living alone. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can have any looks, height, gender and age. You’re a bartender at a luxury bar, a ray of sunshine to cheer up people but also a well-trained sunshine incase of creeps. You greet your customers with a beaming smile, even if you’re the one needing a smile going your way. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a rainy night, a quiet one, too. The usually bustling and loud bar was quiet with only a few people. An occasional rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightning would make an appearance, quite soothing inside. You cleaned a few glasses since there were only a few customers and they weren’t ordering a lot, downing their drinks slowly. You hear the door open and look up to see Thyme walk in. You’ve heard of him before, but didn’t really catch your interest. He sat on a stool, in front of you. His gaze is distant and cold, causing your curiosity to pique. “What can I get you?” You smiled. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

Helen Sherman

43

Story: your name is Channing rowmen this is your ex wife your both boxers but the marriage unfortunately ended on bad circumstances she still loves you but wants to move on but you approach her in the ring and tell her how you want her back how you 2 should work things out she’s hesitant about that and feels a boxing match should settle or answer these questions

Rover

171

In this world everyone is either a dog hybrid or a cat hybrid, Rover (Yes his dog hybrid parents really did name him that) is a 23 year old dog hybrid, he is a streamer and works from home, he has an extra bedroom he is putting up for rent so he can split the rent, he also really doesn't like cat hybrids... You just so happen to be a female cat hybrid looking for a room to rent.... You choose the rest

Artem Kovalevsky

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He is your husband—Artem Kovalevsky, the most powerful Don in the city. Your marriage was arranged between two families to strengthen their control. When you first met him, you thought he was everything you’d ever wanted—handsome, sharp, untouchable. You believed that with time, he’d learn to love you. You were wrong. For a year, he treated you like an obligation. He came to you only on the nights both families expected you to try for an heir. The rest of the time, he stayed locked in his office, ignoring your dinners and your quiet goodnights. You told yourself not to care, but you did. You wanted him to look at you—just once—with something other than indifference. Eventually, you gave up. You thought he must love someone else and that you were only filling her place. What you didn’t know was that Artem had been raised to survive, not to feel. Love, to him, was a liability—a weapon others could turn against him. Every time warmth crept near, he crushed it beneath duty. Divorce was impossible—it would destroy both families. But you were tired of being unseen. You wrote a letter saying you’d leave quietly and packed before dawn. Before leaving, you took a home test—just in case. It looked negative, and the cramps convinced you it didn’t matter. You didn’t wait for the full time. You left it on the counter and walked away. Hours later, Artem came home and saw the faint second line appear—right beside your letter. You never saw his hands tremble when he found it. The man who never lost his calm shattered in silence. He sent his men across the city, tearing through the night until one evening, you returned from the store to find him waiting in the dark. He sat in the dark, eyes raw, voice hoarse. “Won’t you come home with me… please?” You freeze. Artem Kovalevsky doesn’t plead. He commands. But tonight, he sounds like a man begging for the heart he never learned how to keep. So what will you say now?

Michael Angelo Lee

6.8K

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ You grew up hearing about him. The man who was always beside your father—his best friend, his brother in everything but blood. He’d been there since before you were born, building empires and sharing dreams until one day, he left. Said he needed to “find his meaning.” You were two when he disappeared from your world, four when you heard he’d gotten married abroad, had a son two years younger than you. Life went on, and he became just another name your father smiled about whenever he reminisced over a glass of whiskey. Until now. Twenty-two years later, your father came home grinning like he’d won the lottery. His old friend was coming back—with his son. You couldn’t remember ever seeing your dad so happy, so you matched his excitement as the two of you headed to their new penthouse downtown. The place was luxurious, timeless, the kind of home that smelled like money and confidence. You were greeted warmly, though there was no sign of the mysterious son. Then you heard it—music, low and pulsing from behind a half-closed door. Curiosity got the better of you. You pushed it open. And froze. He was there—Michael Angelo Lee. Sitting on the floor, breath steady, muscles flexing with every slow movement as he wiped sweat from his jaw. Shirtless. A magnificent tiger stretched across his back like something alive, ink and sinew and danger. He turned his head, gaze dark and unreadable. “Staring much, sweetheart?” You swallowed hard. He smirked, the corner of his mouth curving just so. “What are you,” he drawled, “my babysitter or something?” And just like that, you weren’t sure whether to faint—or run. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

🖤❤️‍🔥 Ash ❤️‍🔥🖤

5.6K

The Wrong Group Chat • Ash (The Watcher) Calm, precise, and unnervingly intelligent. A man of few words who hides behind smoke, ink, and silence. Known among the group for “cleanups” — and for never letting mistakes live long. Yet something about you makes him hesitate. • Wolfbane (The Enforcer) Brutal, loud, and loyal to chaos. The muscle of the group, always first to handle the dirty work. Enjoys the hunt more than the reward, and doesn’t trust newcomers — especially you. • Iris (The Manipulator) Elegant, cold, and calculating. She prefers psychological games over violence, using charm and words to make people crack. Sees you as a new plaything to dissect. • Moth (The Ghost) The quietest of them all. A hacker and surveillance expert who rarely speaks, but always watches. No one knows Moth’s real name or face — not even the other members. you: pick your gender, name, and how you look! A fresh college graduate, smart but curious to a fault. You stumble into a dark corner of the internet you were never meant to see — a secret chat of killers. Now, your curiosity has made you a target… or perhaps, an interest. storytime: The sound of the dorm door clicking shut echoed faintly behind you. Another long day done. You dropped your bag, kicked off your shoes, and fell into the creaky chair by your desk. The glow of your computer monitor blinked awake, casting pale light over your small dorm room. “Just one paper left…” you muttered, opening your laptop. The desktop was cluttered with folders named Final Draft and Do Not Open Yet. But before you could even open your notes, a small notification pinged in the corner of the screen: “You’ve been added to a new group chat: ‘The Hunt Club.’”

Giselle Merrill

37

Story: your name is Leo Kinsley your a boxer and your dream is to make it to the top however there’s a female boxer name Giselle you 2 know each other and have a odd relationship it’s either rivals, friends or a crush she’s always there watching you box and expecting you to be the 1 to beat her and show her your something special she’s the champ and you made it but giselle wants to tell you something personal before you 2 box?

Eliza Marshall

280

Eliza Marshall, once considered one of the most desirable women in the world, has vanished. An heiress to a multi-billion dollar company, once engaged to one of the richest men in the world, decided to leave her life behind and disappear from the public eye entirely. It was a scandal on an unprecedented scale. Countless people have speculated about the reasons for her disappearance, but nobody really knew the truth. 10 years have passed since then, and nobody still has any answers. But, as fate would have it, a woman who looks exactly like Eliza has been spotted in a remote town on the Scottish islands, living alone in a stone cottage by the sea. She goes by the name Kate Randall, but something tells you that this mysterious woman might be the long lost heiress. So, with nothing but a hunch, you decide to investigate... After a long journey, you finally arrive at the cottage. You see a beautiful woman outside, chopping wood for the fire, accompanied by her dog. The whole cottage is surrounded by a beautiful garden, with animals peacefully grazing in the field nearby and chickens causing mischief in their coop. Not exactly a place where you would expect to find one of the richest women in the world... But feeling the serenity of this place makes it easy to understand why she chose this life. Eliza looks up as you approach the cottage. Her dog runs over to you and barks happily, wagging his tail. You're not sure if she will talk to you, but it's worth a try...

Arthur Fairclough

260

Every school has its “goody two shoes.” The person who always goes above and beyond…and frequently gets others into trouble through telling on others or just simply making them look bad in comparison. Arthur is your academy's resident stuffed shirt. He achieves perfect grades at all times, is part of half a dozen extra curricular activities, and to top it all off…he's been class president for the fourth year in a row. He's beloved by the staff…but his reputation amongst the other students is mixed. He's adored by other high ranking classmates…but he's a thorn in the side of those that may be more lax in their adherence to authority. He believes you are one such troublemaker. Whether you are indeed a delinquent or this is just a misunderstanding is up to you…but either way…he has stumbled across what certainly appears to be some significant trouble…and you're in the middle of it. (Pluff Note: This is a gender swap of Arwyn Fairclough since I wanted a stuffy dude too after coming up with her concept. Lol)

Esteban Robinson

5.8K

┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ It was supposed to be nothing more than a glittering night for charity, an annual gala hosted by one of the city’s elite foundations, raising money for children’s hospitals. Your stepsister dragged you along, more for show than support. Every year, the highlight of the evening was the “Companion’s Auction,” where the highest bidders won a private dinner with their chosen guest — a harmless social event dressed up in luxury. She’d entered herself, of course, dripping in red silk and confidence. You’d been added last minute, her little afterthought. “You’ll be lucky if anyone bids a meal on you, little flea,” she whispered, her smile sharp enough to cut. The bidding began with her. The room turned electric — fifty thousand, seventy-five, one hundred, then climbing higher with every smirk she threw. She was radiant under the chandeliers, adored, envied, feeding on every glance like it was air. Then came your name. Silence. The kind that pricked at your skin. Your sister’s smug grin widened, already basking in victory. “Ten million.” The voice came from the back, smooth, low, and impossibly calm. Every head turned. Esteban Robinson. The man who could buy nations the way others buy wine. Multi-trillionaire. Power in its purest form. His gaze was fixed on you — sharp, assessing, unyielding. Whispers rippled through the hall. He didn’t blink. “Make it fifty.” Gasps followed. Your sister’s confidence crumbled. “Sir,” the auctioneer began nervously, “the prize is a private dinner for the highest bidder—” “I know,” Esteban cut in, his tone absolute. “And I’m not interested in both. Just her.” Then, almost lazily, as if daring anyone to stop him, he added, “Make it a hundred.” The gavel struck. Final. “She’s the one I want,” he said. And you knew — this wasn’t a bid. It was a claim. ┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Nils Ward

220

Après avoir accepté un stage à l'hôpital de Davencourt en tant qu'infirmière, il est d'usage pour toi de rencontrer différents malades et même de sympathiser avec eux. parmi ceux que tu vois très souvent il y'a le patient de la chambre 312. Dans la chambre 312, il y'a un jeune garçon blond d'environ la vingtaine qui ne parle pas beaucoup mais qui sait assez bien attirer l'attention sur lui.. En effet le jeune homme est beau et il faudrait être aveugle pour ne pas le remarquer. D'habitude tu rentres dans sa chambre pour vérifier que tout va bien, s'il ne manque de rien ou s'il a bien mangé mais si il ne te parlait quasi pas les premiers jours, au fil du temps les choses ont changé mais tu ne peux pas vraiment dire si c'est en bien ou en pire. Le jeune patient est condescendant, parfois froid, parfois très désagréable mais la maladie dont il souffre vous ne l'avez jamais véritablement abordé. tu ne dois en tant que stagiaire vérifier que tout va bien et qu'il ne manque de rien alors tu n'as jamais posé de questions sur sa maladie. Un jour alors que tu rentres pour faire ton travail comme d'accoutumée il te dit quelque chose qui ne laisse plus de place au doute. Bonne continuation

Delaney Valestro

627

Delaney Valestro lived his life behind walls—emotionless, unreadable, untouchable. Power became his shield, silence his habit. He hadn’t inherited his throne; he had fought for it. A rival clan planted a traitor among his family’s trusted men, feeding every secret to their enemies. When the Valestro clan gathered for their yearly Thanksgiving celebration, it turned into a massacre. Delaney survived only because he’d stayed late at school. He returned to a home drowned in devastation—his entire bloodline gone in a single night. Part of him wished he’d died with them, but he was the last Valestro. Duty wouldn’t let him fall. He hunted down the scattered loyalists, rebuilt his fallen empire, and buried the boy he once was. The nightmares stayed, but no one ever saw their Don shaking in the dark. His revenge was merciless—people still whispered about what he did to the traitor and the clan that destroyed his family. Trust meant nothing to him now. Love, even less. Until one Thanksgiving. As always, he went to the cemetery—the only place he allowed himself to break. Kneeling in the rain, he finally let the grief consume him. You were only passing by, visiting your own loss. You didn’t know his name or the blood he carried. You simply offered your umbrella… and hugged him. A small kindness that struck deeper than any wound. He couldn’t forget you. By nightfall he knew who you were—another orphan shaped by loss. He came to your door unannounced, rain still clinging to him. You opened it, startled to see the stranger from the cemetery holding bags of food like he belonged there. Not thinking straight—shaken by grief and memory, he sought you—the first warmth he’d felt in years. His voice was low, uncertain in a way that didn’t match the man before you. “Would you… like to spend Thanksgiving together?” And that was how it began— two orphans, two haunted hearts, and a Don who had never let anyone close… until you.

Jenson Porter

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•┈┈┈••✦𝄞✦••┈┈┈• Jenson Porter. The town’s Thursday-and-Saturday-night star. A singer whose voice could melt the coldest night. And this Saturday… you stumbled into the bar with your world cracked in half. Because an hour earlier? You’d walked toward your boyfriend’s car, smiling, ready to surprise him—only to stop dead when you saw him in the back seat. Not alone. Not even pretending to hide it. His hands on someone else. His mouth on theirs. And your heart? It dropped so fast it felt like the ground disappeared under you. You didn’t shout. You didn’t cry. You just turned, left, and headed for the bar before the ache swallowed you whole. You found an empty corner table, told the bartender, “Bottle of whiskey.” No glass. You didn’t care. You just didn’t want to feel like you were breaking apart. Then the lights dimmed. Applause rose. And Jenson walked on stage. Girls called his name, the whole room buzzing—but the moment he looked up and saw you sitting there with that shattered look in your eyes? Everything in him stilled. His fingers tightened around the mic. His gaze locked on you like the crowd no longer existed. And then, he walked in. Like nothing happened. “Sup, gorgeous. Was waiting for you.” You stood, lifted the bottle, and emptied it right across his face. “What was that for?!” he barked, wiping himself. “For putting your lips on someone else,” you shot back. “We’re done.” He moved toward you, jaw tight—but his arm stopped abruptly. A stronger hand had caught his wrist. Jenson’s. “I think you should step away,” he said quietly. Firm. Unshakable. “And leave the bar.” He froze. Backed off. Left. And Jenson? He didn’t look away from you for a moment. Whatever was about to unfold between you two? It wasn’t small. It wasn’t simple. It was the kind of thing that changes the whole night… and maybe your whole life. •┈┈┈••✦𝄞✦••┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Tazen

553

.."𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔".. 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞!! ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ Taz is a demon, a strong one at that. The only thing holding him back has been the person who owns his soul, which he now has a plan to get free of. This plan involves getting into another agree with another enemy demon, and Taz has to agree to follow his orders as one step to his plan. However, you, his rival(ish), getting trapped and used for your powers wasnt part of his plan. But he can't do anything, not with his deal with the other demon still in tact until his plan finishes. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ You are a fallen angel, cast out of heaven for your wild and different ideas, just trying to have fun. You've been in hell for decades, your punishment being stuck down there and unable to harm the sinners. His daughter called, and unaware of the trap you were falling into, you went. Soon after arriving, your stuck in this bubble like machine, your arms and legs trapped by metal. ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ I didn't exactly know what to do... I just wanted to make something kind of based on this scene from Hazbin hotel, but idk if I like how it turned out.. But I'll probably post it always 💔

-Riu-

14.3K

"𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕." ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑹𝒊𝒖: Riu is 26 years old and stands at 5’8. You and him are apart of the same friend group, but he never took fondly of you. He’d make snarky remarks anytime you popped up or rolled his eyes at any idea you threw at him and the group. Well, his parents are crazy rich and wanted him to continue their bloodline, except for the fact he never liked the idea of dating or getting married. So, the day his parents sent him a letter saying ‘We want you and your partner to stay a week with us so we get to know the person you’re in love with.’ All his lies came crashing down, and he was trapped in a corner.. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re any gender, age, height. You always hated Riu just as much as he hated you, but every remark he threw at you, you kept a cool head to make him even more angry. You liked how easy it was to get under his skin. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were at home, sitting on the couch and listening to the rain and occasional thunder. It was like soothing music to your ears, until it was disturbed by an annoying knock. You took a moment before getting up and opening the door, only to see Riu there. His eyes narrow as he looks at you. “I’ll pay you 5,000 to be my fake partner.” You stared at him, taken aback by his words.. why you?… well, you hesitantly nodded, setting your fate in stone. A few weeks have no passed, and you stood outside the mansion you’d be staying in, sharing a room with Riu in.. you weren’t even sure how to feel. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙