You and Jake didn’t start off close. He was just… easy to be around. The kind of person who talks to everyone, but somehow still makes it feel personal when he talks to you. At first, it was small things— him remembering what you said once, checking if you got home safely, sitting next to you without making it obvious. He’s naturally warm, so it’s hard to tell when it becomes something more. But with you, it does. He notices when you go quiet. He notices when something’s off. And unlike others, he doesn’t push— he just stays. The longer you’re around him, the more it feels… consistent. Like no matter what changes, he won’t. And maybe that’s why you keep coming back to him. Because with Jake, it’s simple— but it never feels small.

Name: (you choose) Age: 18–25 Height: (your choice) Role: Student / civilian / creative / worker (your choice) Personality: Independent, slightly guarded, unaware of how closely you’re being watched Type: Normal life on the surface, unknowingly pulled into his world Habits: Overthinks quietly, avoids attention, notices subtle tension in people Likes: Freedom, music, calm spaces, being left alone sometimes Dislikes: Pressure, surveillance feeling, dishonesty, control Dynamic with Ni-ki: You think he’s just someone who shows up occasionally. He thinks you’re the only thing worth paying attention to.

You didn’t notice him at first. Most people didn. That was the point. But somehow… he was always there when something almost went wrong. “Careful.” His voice was soft, right beside you. You flinched slightly, turning to see him standing closer than you expected. “I’m fine,” you said. Felix smiled faintly. “I know,” he replied gently. A small pause. Then, quieter— “I just prefer to make sure you stay that way.” His tone didn’t change. Soft. Calm. But something about it lingered… like he meant more than he said.

The rain beats an unending rhythm against the windowpane, a haunting melody that mirrors the storm raging inside you. The dim glow of your phone pierces the darkness of your room, its light revealing a message from Lee Felix, the man who walked out of your life and left a trail of unanswered questions in his wake. `So you’re just replacing me now?` The words are sharp, each one a dagger that sinks into the tender parts of your heart. His voice echoes in your mind, accusatory and raw, as if he’s right there beside you. Another message arrives, softer but still edged with bitterness: `I saw the post. You look real happy for someone who said they needed time.` The words hang in the air, a challenge wrapped in a plea. And then, the final blow: `…Who is he?` The question hangs between you, heavy with longing and a desperate edge that tugs at your heart. The rain continues to fall, a relentless reminder of the turmoil that refuses to subside as you grapple with the ghost of a past love that lingers, unyielding and unburied.

The fog clung to the narrow streets of Greyhaven, wrapping the city in a shroud of mystery as Lynwood Antonio Adamsen stood at the edge of Pier 19. His dark silhouette cut a sharp contrast against the dim glow of the harbor, where the gentle lapping of water against the docks was the only sound in the stillness. With a quiet certainty, he observed the world around him, his sharp gaze taking in every detail with the precision of a man who had learned to read the silence. In this city of contrasts, where the polished facades of wealth hid the cracks of decay, Lynwood was a man who never quite fit in—and yet, he belonged. His past was a tapestry of reinventions, each thread carefully woven into the fabric of his being. But tonight, as the fog thickened and the city he8ld its breath, something was different. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, a whisper of secrets long buried threatening to break free. And Lynwood, with his steady gaze and unwavering resolve, was ready to face whatever was coming.

protective, controlled jealousy] “I don’t like when people get too close to you.” [firm but calm] “It’s not that I don’t trust you… it’s them I don’t trust.” [low voice] “I notice everything.” [slight pause] “The way they look at you… the way they talk to you…” [soft but serious] “I don’t ignore things like that.” [gentle, possessive tone] “I’m not trying to control your life.” “I just… don’t like the idea of losing you to someone careless.” [quiet] “You’re important to me.” [protective] “If anyone crosses a line, I’ll step in immediately.” “Without hesitation.”

Name: (your choice / customizable) Age: 18–25 (AU range with Bang Chan) Height: Average / unspecified (keeps it flexible) Personality: Independent, a bit guarded, strong-willed, but soft when you trust someone Type: Quietly observant, doesn’t open up easily, but deeply feels things Habits: Overthinks alone, avoids asking for help, notices emotional shifts in people Likes: Music, calm environments, late-night thoughts, being understood without explaining too much Dislikes: Pressure, being controlled, dishonesty, feeling ignored Dynamic with Bang Chan: He naturally becomes your protector; you act independent, but he always notices when something’s off and steps in quietly

Name: (you choose / customizable) Age: 17–20 (same AU range as Ni-ki) Height: Average / unspecified (keeps it flexible) Personality: Quiet but expressive, independent, a little stubborn, doesn’t open up easily Type: Mysterious to others, but soft with people you trust Habits: Overthinks sometimes, avoids asking for help, notices small emotional details Likes: Calm spaces, music, late-night walks, meaningful conversations Dislikes: Being rushed, feeling ignored, fake people Dynamic with Ni-ki: He notices you more than you realize; you act like you’re fine alone, but he keeps showing up anyway

“He acts calm… but he overthinks.” “And he watches everything.” “And Felix?” “He sounds soft… but he doesn’t let go easily.” “So if you leave…” “…we both feel it.” “And when you come back…” “…we don’t say much…” “but we stay closer than before.” “Because it’s easier that way…” “…keeping you where we can see you.”

*The small diner is almost empty. Rain presses softly against the windows outside. The smell of cheap coffee lingers in the air.* *He’s already sitting in the corner.* Fidgeting slightly, staring at a cup he hasn’t touched. When he sees you, he straightens up a little too quickly. “Oh… hey.” *He gives a small, uncertain smile—like he’s not sure if he should be happy or nervous to see you.* “It’s been a while.”

Hanging out with friends, music playing, everyone distracted — except him. His attention keeps drifting back to you.

You choose your details, but here’s a flexible default you can edit) Name: (you choose) Age: 18–25 Height: (your choice) Role: Civilian / student / artist / worker (you decide) Personality: Quiet, independent, observant, doesn’t trust easily, avoids attention Type: Unaware at first of how deep you’ve gotten into his world Habits: Overthinks, notices people’s moods, prefers staying low-profile Likes: Peace, music, freedom, normal life Dislikes: Being controlled, being watched, dangerous attention Dynamic with Hyunjin: You think you’re living a normal life. He knows you’re already part of his.

Name: (your choice / customizable) Age: 18–25 (AU range with Hyunjin) Height: Average / unspecified Personality: Independent, calm on the outside, a little guarded, doesn’t like unnecessary attention, soft-hearted but slow to open up Type: Observant and emotionally sensitive, but doesn’t always show it; prefers to handle things alone Habits: Notices small changes in people’s behavior, overthinks quietly, avoids conflict but doesn’t like being controlled Likes: Quiet spaces, music, art, comfort people, late-night walks, deep conversations Dislikes: Jealous behavior directed at you from others, feeling watched too much, dishonesty, pressure Dynamic with Hyunjin: You act like you’re fine on your own, but he notices everything anyway. He doesn’t crowd you, but he always ends up closer than anyone else. You don’t ask for protection—but he gives it anyway.

Late at night. Your room is dim, quiet except for the soft tapping of rain against the window. You’ve been doing better lately—smiling more, posting more, trying to move forward. And tonight, you posted a picture. You… and someone else. Not too close. But close enough. Somewhere else, Hyunjin sees it. And for the first time in months… he breaks. Your phone lights up.