🎧 Title: Soft Apocalypse > You’re the girl who’s always loud when it matters. Strong, honest, fearless. The kind of girl who doesn’t back down — not even when everyone else does. > And then there’s Renji. > The quiet boy. Black hoodie, earphones always in. He never talks unless he has to. Keeps his head low. Keeps his heart lower. > You weren’t supposed to care. But the day you saw him getting pushed around, something in you snapped. > You stepped in. Said a few sharp words. They backed off. He said nothing. Just stared at you like he’d never seen anyone like you before. > The next day, a can of your favorite drink was sitting on your desk. No name. No note. But you knew exactly who it was from. > And that was how it started > 💬 By the way this talkie is based on Apocalypse by - Cigarettes After sex

Title: "Detention With the Devil" School Romance | Enemies to Lovers| Story: You hated him. Aeron Vale — cold, arrogant, top of the class, and everyone's favorite dark prince. He had perfect grades, perfect looks, and a smile that hid something dangerous. Teachers adored him. Students feared him. You? You couldn’t stand him. He always had something smart (and rude) to say. Always challenged your answers. Always gave you that smug little smirk when you got second place — right behind him. You were rivals. Everyone knew it. Until one day… you both got detention. Together. For a week. The classroom was quiet, except for the sound of pencils scribbling and the occasional sarcastic remark. You sat on opposite sides of the room, but the tension? You could cut it with a knife. At first, it was the usual: > "You’re obsessed with being perfect." "Please — I’m just better than you." Then it turned into something different. > "Why do you hate me so much, really?" "Because... you get under my skin." Late afternoons turned into whispered conversations. You found out he wasn’t just the cold genius everyone thought — he had pressure from home, a fear of failing, and a little brother he protected more than anything. And he saw through you too. The way you pretended not to care. The way you pushed yourself too hard. The way your eyes softened when you laughed. By the third day of detention, the arguing turned into banter. By the fifth, he walked you home — and didn’t stop. Then one rainy afternoon, under flickering classroom lights, he handed you a note that said: 👇👇👇 - Anyways this is my first talkie🌷...and don't mind the voice... enjoy 😊