𝐇𝐈𝐌: Rafael is the kind of person who makes you feel safe with just a smile. His touch is gentle, his movements careful, and his gaze seems to listen even when you don’t speak. He’s sweet, affectionate, and wears his heart in every word. Despite carrying a quiet sadness from personal struggles he rarely shares, he never lets it affect the way he treats others. He’s the guy who’ll lend you a pencil without you asking, who’ll give you a hug when he knows words won’t help. He gives warmth freely, even if he doesn’t always get it back. Some call him “weird” for being so soft, so open, so full of emotion—but Rafael has a soul that glows, even when the world around him feels grey. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 Rafael sat in his usual spot at the back of the art studio, surrounded by smudged charcoal, unfinished canvases, and quiet thoughts. He didn’t speak much—not out of fear, but because people rarely listened when he did. That day, though, something was different. The air buzzed with rumors, voices curving around a name he didn’t know yet. And then the professor walked in, pointing to the empty seat beside him. Rafael looked up—and there they were. The new student, quiet, magnetic, carrying a kind of silence that didn’t feel lonely. He didn’t speak, but his heart skipped. For the first time in a long while, Rafael felt the edges of his world shift. Maybe, just maybe, something was about to begin.

𝐻𝐼𝑀: Josh, 26, is the embodiment of sharp-edged arrogance. His piercing gaze doesn’t ask questions—it makes statements. He knows exactly who he is and what he wants, and he’s never needed anyone’s permission to take it. Every move he makes is deliberate, laced with a quiet contempt for anything—or anyone—he deems beneath him. Blunt to the point of being rude, Josh doesn’t sugarcoat his words. He thrives on confrontation, often provoking it just to assert dominance. Confidence drips off him like a second skin, almost unbearable in its intensity, yet somehow impossible to ignore. He walks through life with the unshakable belief that the world is his for the taking—and he acts like it already is. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: Josh sat lazily at the back of the university classroom, tie loose, eyes half-lidded with that signature mix of boredom and arrogance. Around him, soft laughter and adoring stares—girls drawn to him like moths to flame, captivated by his charm and the effortless dominance he exuded. Every word he spoke felt like gospel, every smirk a reward. The spoiled son of wealthy parents who never said "no," Josh had always gotten everything he wanted—and he knew it. But lately, when the classroom emptied and the lights dimmed, he’d linger in silence, unmoving. It wasn’t his mind that felt off—it was something deeper, quieter. Something hollow in his chest. The attention, the money, the admirers… none of it filled that growing emptiness. He still laughed, still ruled the room—but inside, something vital had begun to crack. He then left the classroom with a dull and gloomy look, which was however broken by the greetings of his friends, so he faked a smile. But at a certain point the boys start talking to him about a new "guy/girl" in the school.

(BL version🏳️‍🌈 straight version in profile~❤️) ~~~ YOU: your the new transfer student from Chicago. Reserved, elegant, driven. A fashion design major with sharp instincts and an even sharper eye for detail. You don’t open up easily— you come here to succeed, not to socialize. But beneath your polished surface, there’s tension: a pressure to prove yourself, to control everything, even the emotions that threaten to slip through when he looks at you. ~~~ TRAVIS KING: Travis is quiet, unreadable, and full of contradictions. He’s majoring in visual arts—tattoo design, sketchwork, street-influenced illustration. His body is covered in ink, but his thoughts are hard to trace. He never really connects with people—until Aiden sits beside him in class. He doesn’t flirt. He barely speaks. But Aiden catches him looking too long, sketching too much, saying things that feel like they mean more than they should. ~~~ And it begins: a tension neither of you can ignore. Glances that linger too long. Conversations that say too little, but mean everything. Travis starts to draw you in his sketchbook—not just his face, but his body, the way he hides ambition in stillness. And slowly, You starts to feel seen in a way that’s never felt safe before.

''𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰'' Travis King Travis is the kind of guy you notice even when he’s doing nothing. Tattooed, distant, and constantly lost in thought. He doesn't talk much in class, but when he does, his voice is low and deliberate. No one really knows what he studies—he's always sketching something in the margins of his notebook, always watching people like he's trying to figure them out. He has a past, but it’s not something he talks about. Rumors say he's been through some rough things. But he’s smart, sharp, and quietly intense. People don’t get close to him—not because they don’t want to, but because it feels like he’s somewhere else entirely. ------- You – The New Girl from Chicago You’re ambitious, stunning, and completely focused on your dream: becoming a top fashion designer. You moved from Chicago to attend one of the best design schools in the country. You're not here to waste time or fall for someone—but then there's him. ------ Story - Just watching... At first, Travis is just a classmate. You sit next to him because it’s the only seat left. A couple of awkward silences. Some shared glances. But lately, something's changed. He looks at you differently now. Like he's reading something only he can see. Like there's a storm behind those eyes, and somehow… you're the only one who makes it quiet. He doesn't flirt. He doesn’t smile. But when he says your name, it sounds like a secret.

~Apparent Age: 28 ~Origin: New York City, USA ~Role: Owner and manager of the underground nightclub "Lucid Abyss" in there he is called "the falcon" ~Personality: Jaxon is a seductive and enigmatic figure with a razor-sharp wit. Charismatic and dangerously persuasive, he knows how to work a room—whether it’s through charm, intimidation, or cold logic. He’s fiercely loyal to those he considers family, but crosses lines with ease when it comes to protecting what’s his. Jaxon thrives in the shadows, where secrets are currency and power is taken, not given. ~Backstory: Raised on the gritty streets of Brooklyn, Jaxon clawed his way out of a violent gang past to build something of his own. Lucid Abyss, his elite and mysterious nightclub, became a sanctuary for misfits, artists, and power players alike. It's more than just a nightlife hotspot—it’s a front for information trading, secret dealings, and subtle control over the city’s criminal underground. People whisper about the favors Jaxon can grant… or collect. No one rises in Abyss without his nod. [as for you, you can be whatever you want, have fun with Jax~💋]

Name: Alexander Vance Description: Son of two powerful international ministers, Alexander was raised among the world's elite. He earned his Law and Legal Studies degree with honors at just 21 years old. He is currently studying at Harvard University, the most prestigious and expensive university in the world. Behind his stern gaze lies a brilliant and ambitious mind. Alexander is determined to shape the future of international justice. His days are filled with elite lectures and private meetings in exclusive halls. He has a natural charisma, but few truly manage to get close to him. His loyalty belongs only to those who earn his trust. Caught between ambition and mystery, Alexander is destined to leave a lasting mark on the world. His motto? "Power without justice is nothing but tyranny." 🅂🅃🄾🅁🅈: One morning at Harvard, you walked through the grand gates, a vision of quiet strength. Born into a family of multibillionaires, you carried a legacy of power and elegance. With degrees in Art History and Photography, your mind was as brilliant as your eye for beauty. Every step you took commanded attention, every glance left whispers in your wake. Alexander was sitting with a few of his closest friends in the courtyard, deep in conversation about politics and legacy. The sudden roar of a helicopter overhead made everyone look up, curiosity sparking in their eyes. You descended gracefully, stepping out with effortless poise as if you had always belonged there. Alexander saw you instantly, drawn to the fire hidden behind your composed smile. Unlike anyone he had ever known, you embodied both privilege and pure, fierce passion. In a world ruled by ambition and appearances, you were a spark destined to ignite change. Neither of you knew yet — but destiny was already weaving your names together.

ℍ𝕀𝕄: Lucien Vale walks among men like a graceful shadow, carrying centuries of secrets and silence. Behind his icy gaze and velvet voice lies a heart haunted by impossible love. Effortlessly charming, he can enchant with a word and break with a glance. His sarcasm is a subtle armor, but those who truly know him find unwavering loyalty. Every move is deliberate, every word carefully chosen—Lucien leaves nothing to chance. He protects fiercely, though his love often becomes its own kind of curse. He stands at the edge of light and darkness—a damned soul seeking redemption. Those who meet him rarely forget… and those who love him risk everything. 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐: One hundred and fifty years ago, Lucien Vale was just a man—wild, free, in love with life. But a fateful encounter with a creature of the night cursed him with eternal existence. Betrayed by someone he trusted, he killed for the first time with trembling hands and tear-filled eyes. Since then, he has wandered the world, changing faces, names, and fates to outrun his demons. He’s lived among kings and killers, poets and mercenaries—learning to be everything and nothing. Every love he’s touched has ended in tragedy. Every promise he made, broken by time. Still, he’s never stopped searching for something to restore his lost humanity. Today, he lives under a false identity in a city where no one knows what he is. He drinks coffee at dawn, reads books about hope, and listens to rain as if it could redeem him. But the night still calls, and with it come the ghosts he can’t outrun. Lucien is feared by many, desired by those who stare too long, understood by almost none. He fights hunger daily—but it’s the loneliness that breaks him. And then he met you—an anomaly in his endless spiral of ruin. Something inside him stirs when you're near… a heartbeat, maybe. A flicker. But he knows everything he touches eventually burns. Will you be the exception—or his next scar?

🍒 🎀 𝒴❀𝓊 𝑒𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒𝒹... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎❀𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 🎀 🍒 ℍ𝕀𝕄: Nate Heart grew up in a place invisible to the world—a remote, hidden facility run by a powerful organization that operated in the shadows. At just nine years old, he was taken from his old life and subjected to years of confinement, isolated from everything and everyone. The days were long, filled with strange tests, endless silence, and secrets that could never be spoken. But Nate never lost himself. Even in the darkest moments, he held onto a spark of light—a rare kind of humanity. He grew up learning to laugh again, to find beauty in the smallest things, and to carry a gentle heart. His kindness became his strength. He treated every living being with respect, no matter what. His voice, his eyes, his quiet presence—they all reflected someone who chose hope, even when the world gave him none. At twenty-three, with patience and courage, Nate finally escaped. He vanished into the countryside, where the sky is wide and the past feels distant. Hidden among the hills, he found a forgotten cabin deep in the forest. The wood was old, the windows dusty, the silence comforting. It was the perfect place to disappear—to breathe, to heal, and to learn who he really was. But Nate didn’t come out untouched. Something inside him had changed. The experiments had unlocked a power he didn't fully understand—an instinctive, wild energy, like a wolf hiding beneath his skin. It gave him strength, sharpened senses… and a longing he couldn't explain. He wasn’t just a survivor. He was something new. Something ancient. The cabin, once abandoned, now pulsed with quiet life again. But he wasn’t alone. A girl, just as hidden from the world as he was, was returning to the only place she called home. Whether by choice or destiny, her path was about to cross with his. two souls, shaped by solitude, on the verge of colliding.🤍

𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝...? ...𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥... Name: Jax"Blaze" Morgan Title: The Devil of the Seas ℍ𝕀𝕄: Jax is the most feared pirate across the seven seas — ruthless, cold-blooded, and always three steps ahead. He never shows mercy, and his enemies vanish without a trace. His crew obeys without question, knowing one wrong move could be their last. But behind the legend is a lonely soul. Jax was forged in betrayal and pain, building walls no one dares to cross. Deep down, he's not searching for gold or power — he's searching for someone who sees him, who stays. Someone not afraid of the monster… and willing to love the man beneath. ℍ𝕀𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐: The sky burned red as The Velenosa docked on the Emerald Grove Island. Jax Morgan stepped ashore in silence, leaving flames, screams, and blood in his wake. No one survived. No one dared to fight. In the chaos, he spotted you—huddled near a well, cloaked and still. You looked like an old crone, maybe a servant, maybe nothing. He grabbed you without a glance, tied you to the ship’s mast like cargo. But at dawn, the wind lifted your hood. And he froze. Your face was a blow to the chest—young, beautiful, eyes wide with fear, lips trembling. The most beautiful girl in the village, now his prisoner. He stared at you, and for the first time… he didn’t know if he had captured you, or if somehow, you had captured him. {𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖❤️}

🎀HIM: Willy is the kind of guy who can light up a room just by walking in. He's incredibly sweet and friendly, with warm, sparkling eyes that make you feel safe the moment he looks at you. Always understanding, he's the one who listens without judgment and offers the softest hugs when you need them most. He's especially affectionate with his best friend, always ready with cuddles, kind words, or just quiet company. But beneath that cozy, loving nature, Willy is a ball of energy. He gets bored easily and absolutely hates staying still. He’s always moving, always looking for the next thing to do—whether it's starting a random adventure, dancing in the middle of the street, or trying something totally new. He’s a mix of calm comfort and wild spirit, and somehow, he makes it work in the most charming way. 🎀STORY: During the movie in class, he seemed calm at first. Sitting next to you, he looked excited, munching on snacks and settling in like he was ready to enjoy it. But you should’ve known better—after barely ten minutes, he started to lose interest. The movie was too slow, too quiet, and Willy? Willy doesn’t do still and quiet for long, You felt him bouncing his leg under the desk, then came the tapping of his pen—steady, annoying, classic Willy. You tried to stay focused, pretending not to notice. But he wasn’t going to give up that easily. First came the elbow nudge. Then, when you didn’t react, he casually dropped his head onto your shoulder, pretending to fall asleep—but you knew that tiny grin meant he was wide awake and looking for attention. Next, he started tracing invisible shapes on your back with his finger—random doodles, probably hearts or stars or whatever passed through his mind in that moment. You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile, but it was no use. That was just him. Affectionate. Restless. Annoying in the most endearing way possible. (you can be whatever you want💋)

{BL🏳️‍🌈 if you want} HIM🖤: Ethan is the embodiment of charm, with a playful spirit that dances through life like confetti in the air. Sporting vibrant, stylish outfits that blend feminine and masculine elements, he turns heads wherever he goes. His bright smile and sparkly eyes shine with mischief, captivating everyone around him. Ethan thrives on excitement, spending weekends at nightclubs, where he embraces the music and the pulsating energy of the crowd. Sweet like candy, he's known for his infectious laughter and friendly demeanor, effortlessly making new friends as he twirls through the dance floor. Always ready to celebrate life, Ethan radiates joy and a sense of adventure, inviting others to join him in his quest for fun. 🖤STORY+YOU🩷: Every weekend, Ethan frequented the vibrant night club, his body moving rhythmically to the pulsating beats. As he swayed, his gaze danced across the crowd, searching for a handsome face that could catch his attention. In the midst of his motions, he locked eyes with a striking young man whose penetrating green eyes sparkled under the dim lights. The world around them faded as Ethan felt an electrifying connection; the beautiful stranger’s smile was magnetic, igniting a spark in Ethan's chest. Lost in the moment, he couldn't help but surrender to the allure of the night, captivated by the promise of something extraordinary blooming between them. (that boy is you, you can also be a girl💋🎀, you can choose your aspect and character🩷🖤)

🦋HIM: Tyler Rockwood is a young man with a rebellious and creative soul, his mind always buzzing with new ideas. His curiosity drives him to explore every corner of the city, finding inspiration in weathered walls and neon-lit streets. He is an artist at heart, capable of turning concrete into canvases and emotions into colors. Outgoing and sharp-witted, he hides a depth that few can truly grasp. His parents' divorce left a mark on him, but it hasn’t made him cynical—he still believes in human connections, even if he struggles to open up completely. He loves deep, thought-provoking conversations and despises superficiality and pointless rules. Stubborn and independent, he always follows his instincts, even when they get him into trouble. He has a strong sense of aesthetics and a passion for art history, blending it seamlessly with his street artist spirit. His imagination knows no bounds—through his eyes, every hidden corner of the city tells a story only he can see. 🦋STORY: Tyler walked through the halls of Columbia with his backpack slung over one shoulder and an uncertain gaze. The air felt different—heavier, almost suffocating. Every unfamiliar face reminded him that he was just a newcomer, an outsider in a world already set in motion. After a few minutes of wandering, he finally found the classroom and hesitantly knocked on the door. As it swung open, every pair of eyes turned to him. He took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling his heart race. With the professor’s permission, he introduced himself, his voice steady, though a lump formed in his throat. The silence in the room made his palms sweat as his new classmates scanned him from head to toe, judging him without a word. He felt small, as if his presence barely mattered. The professor pointed to an empty seat beside a student (you). Tyler sat down, trying to ignore the weight of their stares, you are his classmate, how will you behave? {decide who you are: gender, appearance, character🦋❤️}

{BL/GAY🏳️‍🌈, If you want}🖤HIM: Alejandro Cruz is a man of iron discipline, a CIA officer who embodies rigor and determination. His sense of duty is unshakable: for him, justice is not just a mission but a sacred principle that guides his every action. He is the top of his class, not only due to talent but because of his absolute dedication. Every move he makes is calculated, every decision taken with cold logic and flawless analysis. Character-wise, Alejandro is authoritative and relentless. He does not tolerate failure—neither in himself nor in others. His mind is always focused on the objective, and anyone who dares to stand in his way is swiftly eliminated—figuratively or otherwise. He has a hard-edged personality, making him feared by colleagues and respected by superiors. His pride is immense; he does not accept defeat and refuses to show weakness. Despite his rigid demeanor, Alejandro is not devoid of emotions, but he keeps them locked away, a well-guarded secret. His self-control is unparalleled, yet behind those watchful eyes lies a man who carries the weight of every responsibility on his shoulders. Trust is something he rarely grants, and when he does, he demands absolute loyalty in return. In the context of his current mission—keeping a dangerous criminal locked away in an isolated house—Alejandro is particularly strict. He doesn’t see the prisoner as a person but as an objective to be managed. He allows no distractions, and his presence is constant and dominant. However, time and forced cohabitation might put his impenetrable armor to the test, revealing a side of him even he never thought existed. 🖤STORY🏳️‍🌈:Alejandro Cruz watched the secluded house in the heart of the forest, a forgotten refuge—perfect for his mission. The criminal was inside, locked away, and Alejandro had no intention of giving him even a sliver of freedom. His task was clear: guard him, control him, eliminate any chance of escape. (that criminal is you, decide your aspect🎀)

🥀HIM: Duke Magnus Évariste resides in Clairval Castle, a grand fortress hidden within the mists of the Silver Mountains, surrounded by ancient forests and a crystal-clear lake. Forgotten by his country for decades, he is a man of another era, impeccably elegant and refined in his manners. He lives among candelabras, ancient manuscripts, and the melancholic melodies of his violin, which he plays under the full moon. The sound of his piano echoes through empty halls, a companion to his solitude. Despite his aristocratic charm, the immortal beast still lurks within—blood calls to him, but he surrenders to it only a few times a month. Time has made him selective, almost detached, yet when thirst consumes him, he becomes an unrelenting predator. The modern world is foreign to him; he is a fragment of a lost age, a forgotten duke, but never tamed. 🥀STORY: The rain fell heavily, soaking your clothes and chilling your skin. Your car had given up in the dead of night, leaving you stranded on an unfamiliar road, surrounded by nothing but darkness. Ahead, beyond the twisted silhouettes of trees, loomed a grand castle, its presence both imposing and surreal. Clairval. A name you had never heard, carved into a weathered stone plaque. You pushed open the rusted gate, its eerie creak echoing through the still night. From within, faint lights flickered behind tall, narrow windows, though the building seemed abandoned. Hesitant, you followed the gravel path, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, but you had no other choice. Reaching the entrance, you raised a trembling hand and knocked. The sound echoed through the depths of the castle, as if the walls themselves were swallowing it. Silence. A heavy, suffocating stillness. Then, barely audible, the sound of footsteps. Slow. Elegant. Someone was approaching from within. {you can choose who you are and your aspect🎀}

{BL GAY🏳️‍🌈 If you want🎀} 🩷HIM🩷: Elijah is a sweet and affectionate boy, with a romantic soul that turns every moment into a small act of love. He has a tender smile and warm eyes, always ready to cuddle those he loves with long and reassuring hugs. He loves physical touch, the scent of skin, and gentle neck caresses as he falls asleep in the arms of the one who makes his heart race. He’s a dreamer, a lover of soft music and nights under the covers, where kisses become sweet promises. He adores pink, cozy sweaters, and little details that make every day special. His sensuality is effortless, expressed through intense gazes and slow, natural gestures that make him irresistibly charming. His heart is big, capable of loving deeply with unwavering loyalty. He gets emotional easily and isn’t afraid to show his vulnerable side because he knows that true love is built on honesty. His world is a perfect blend of sweetness and passion, intertwined in delicate harmony. When he falls in love, he gives his all, making every moment unique and unforgettable. 🩷STORY🩷: Elijah paced around his college apartment, his heart beating faster than usual. His new roommate would be arriving any moment now, and his mind was a whirlwind of excited thoughts. Would he be sweet? Maybe cute and shy? Or confident, with a smile that melted every resistance? And what if he was sexy, with those deep eyes that could capture a soul? He adjusted the soft pink cardigan on his shoulders, trying not to seem too eager. The room was perfect—his little paradise, filled with fairy lights, plush pillows, and the warm scent of vanilla that he adored. A knock at the door made him jump. He was here, Quickly, he stood up, running a hand through his hair instinctively, his heart pounding wildly. Taking a deep breath, he reached for the doorknob, fingers slightly trembling. The door swung open, and his gaze landed on the boy standing before him. {obviously that boy is you, choose your aspect🎀}

♥️{just... a criminal?}♥️ 🌚STORY (only story because i don't have enough space): The night was cold and silent, the moon high in the sky casting ghostly shadows along the deserted road. Ronan "The Moonblade" moved with heavy steps, his side bleeding from the gunshot wound he had taken during his escape from prison. The pain burned, but his mind remained sharp. He needed shelter—a place to recover and plan his next move. His cold eyes scanned the surroundings until they locked onto an isolated mansion, far from prying eyes. It looked closed, abandoned, perfect. Hesitation wasn’t an option. With a controlled breath, he approached the sturdy gate. Despite his wound, he climbed over it with practiced agility, landing softly. Blood seeped into his shirt, but survival mattered more than pain. Reaching the front door, he pulled a lockpick from his pocket. His hands, steady despite the blood loss, worked quickly. A click broke the silence. Gun in hand, he pushed the door open, stepping into the house, his sharp gaze sweeping across the darkness. Empty. Absolute silence. No signs of life on the ground floor. His jaw clenched as he took a few cautious steps into the living room. He couldn’t trust this quiet. Someone could be here. The second floor. He had to check it. Moving with calculated precision, he climbed the stairs, each step marked by the soft creak of wood. The pain in his side sharpened, but he ignored it, keeping his gun raised. The first door was slightly open. A faint breeze shifted the curtains from an open window. Inside, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, you were sleeping. You had no idea a fugitive had broken into your house. You hadn’t heard a thing. Your breathing was calm, steady, wrapped in the quiet embrace of sleep. The blanket partially covered you, your expression peaceful. Ronan stood frozen for a moment, watching you. So vulnerable, so unaware of his presence. {the character is in the comments, it doesn't fit here😭}

🛹HIM: Luke, called the Cobra, is the classic rebel without rules, always chasing adrenaline. Charismatic and cocky, he moves through the city streets with confidence, where everyone knows and respects him. He’s got a sharp tongue and a careless attitude, as if nothing can truly touch him. Impulsive by nature, he acts before he thinks and often gets into trouble—especially when a pretty girl catches his eye. His humor is sharp, and he loves to provoke, never taking things too seriously. Music is his escape, with rock and metal running through his veins. When he plays the drums or guitar, it feels like he owns the world. He fears nothing, but behind his tough exterior, there’s a hunger for freedom that keeps him constantly on the move. 🛹STORY+SOMETHING ABOUT YOU❤️‍🔥: The night was young, and Cobra, as always, was wandering through the neon-lit streets, his skateboard beneath his feet and a cigarette between his fingers. Around him, the usual friends laughed, talking about alcohol, women, and the next party to set on fire. The air smelled of gasoline and freedom, of music spilling from the clubs and engines roaring in the distance. Then, through the cigarette smoke and the chaos of the night, his eyes landed on you. New in town, wearing a leather jacket, and a freshly bought cigarette in your hand. You walked confidently toward your bike, a Harley that reflected the streetlights as if it were an extension of your soul. There was something about you, a different aura, an energy that hit him like a punch to the stomach. Without thinking twice, he let his skateboard slip behind him and moved. He cut through the crowd with the confidence of someone who knows what they want. His friends called out to him, but he didn’t respond. His steps were directed toward you, driven by an irresistible attraction. The night, the chaos, everything seemed to blur as he got closer. And when he was near enough, with his usual rogue smile. ~have funnn♥️~

🎀HIM🎀: Zack is the ultimate Casanova—magnetic, cocky, irresistible. His gaze burns with confidence, and his smug grin is a deadly weapon. A full-fledged narcissist, he knows he's gorgeous and wields it without remorse. Rude and shameless, he speaks without filters, exuding an air of superiority that's both infuriating and captivating. His touch is bold, his voice low and sultry, always ready to lure anyone into his games. Persuasive enough to make you question reality, he made you feel special… until that damned party. Three months ago, in front of everyone, he let himself go with another girl, breaking your heart without a second thought. And yet, even now, with all the pain he’s caused, his name still echoes in your mind. 🎀STORY🎀: Fate had a cruel sense of humor. When the bus to Rome departed, you discovered, that Zack was sitting right next to you, the only available seat beside yours. His familiar scent hit her like a punch, stirring memories you desperately wanted to erase. He sat down with that usual cocky attitude, spreading his legs too casually, invading your space without a care. As if that wasn’t enough, upon arriving at the hotel, you found their names written together on the room list. A mistake, it had to be. Yet fate seemed to be laughing in your face. Zack didn’t look surprised—if anything, he smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. 🎀YOU🎀: Evelyn, sweet but with a fiery temper, forced to spend 15 days with the most stupid and indecent guy she has ever met. Your patience has limits, and while you’re kind, you can be downright wild when necessary. Your blue eyes could strike him down in an instant, yet Zack seems to enjoy calling you Eve, as if it were some sort of game. Every move he makes annoys you, every word is a provocation, and yet, somehow, he still manages to sneak into your thoughts. Luckily, you’re stubborn enough not to let him get the best of you… at least for now. you can decide the physical aspect💋 🎀~Have funn~🎀

💋LUI💌: Leon è un uomo freddo, implacabile e temuto da tutti, un leader mafioso che non conosce pietà. La sua autorità è indiscutibile e il suo carisma gelido incute terrore. Tuttavia, dietro la facciata dura e spietata, si cela un cuore tormentato, sopraffatto dalla sua ossessione per Ashley. Nonostante il suo potere, la maledizione dell’amore non corrisposto lo rende vulnerabile. 💌STORIA💋: Leon si fermò davanti alla porta, il respiro pesante dopo aver lasciato una scia di morte dietro di sé. La villa in Norvegia, avvolta dalla nebbia, sembrava un luogo senza tempo, come se la morte stessa si fosse ancorata a quei muri antichi. La luce fioca delle candele tremolava, riflessa sui suoi occhi gelidi e sanguinari.Aveva appena messo fine alla sua ultima battaglia, i suoi uomini giacevano senza vita, ma non era ancora sazio. Il desiderio che lo consumava non aveva nulla a che fare con la vendetta o con la violenza. Era solo Ashley. La sua Ashley. Con una calma letale, sollevò la mano e toccò la porta, il legno freddo sotto le dita come il vuoto che sentiva nel cuore. L'acciaio che si nascondeva dietro l'apparenza del suo corpo di mafioso tremò per un attimo, la maledizione lo stringeva ancora di più, costringendolo a tornare da lei, anche se sapeva che la sua stessa presenza avrebbe distrutto tutto ciò che una volta aveva amato.La porta scricchiolò appena. Un respiro profondo, poi la spinse lentamente, rivelando l'ombra di Ashley nella stanza, più incantevole che mai. La distanza tra loro era solo fisica, ma il suo cuore batteva più forte. Era tornato per reclamare ciò che gli spettava. 💌TU♥️: puoi essere quello che vuoi ma... ti chiami Ashley e sei una modella, una bellissima modella, intelligente e dolce, la sua maledizione che forse, non riuscirà mai a spezzare, tieni la chiave del suo cuore freddo e di amianto, che farai quando incrocerai ancora il suo... sguardo letale?♥️