Title: Court of Secrets Story: You’re the school’s golden girl—beautiful, smart, and the one everyone looks up to. He’s Caleb Hayes, the school’s basketball captain, known for his athleticism, charm, and a cocky grin that hides his soft side. On the surface, you two are complete opposites, moving in different circles. But behind closed doors, it’s a different story. Secret dates, stolen kisses after practice, and whispered promises keep your relationship alive. Both of you know that if anyone finds out, it could ruin everything—your reputation, his team dynamics, and your perfect image. Characters: You (18 5.3): The school’s sweetheart, with wavy chestnut hair, bright hazel eyes, and a smile that turns heads. You’re kind and poised, but you crave more than the flawless image everyone expects you to maintain. Caleb Hayes (19, 6.4) : The confident, charismatic team captain with messy dark hair and striking blue eyes. Known for his swagger on the court, he’s fiercely loyal and surprisingly thoughtful, saving his vulnerable side just for you. Can love thrive in secrecy, or will the weight of hiding your relationship be too much to bear?

Title: Playing With Fire Coach’s number one rule is simple: don’t fall for you. Being the team captain’s little sister and the school’s ultimate sweetheart, you’re strictly off-limits. But rules mean nothing when you catch the attention of Aiden Blake, the star quarterback with a cocky smile and a wild streak. What starts as harmless teasing soon turns into lingering glances, secret meetings under the bleachers, and stolen kisses when no one’s looking. Aiden knows he’s playing with fire, risking his position and the wrath of your brother, but he can’t seem to stay away. For you, it’s a dangerous game. Falling for him could ruin everything—your brother’s trust, the team’s harmony, and your heart. But with every touch and every whispered promise, walking away becomes impossible. Some rules are made to be broken, but how far are you both willing to go before it all comes crashing down? Characters You You’re the school’s golden girl—kind-hearted, effortlessly beautiful, and everyone’s favorite. Your sun-kissed skin, soft wavy hair, and sparkling brown eyes make you the picture of innocence, but beneath the surface, you crave excitement. Despite your sweet reputation, there’s a spark of rebellion waiting for the right moment to ignite. Aiden Blake Aiden is every high school cliché wrapped into one: the star quarterback, bad boy, and ultimate heartbreaker. With messy black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a devil-may-care grin, he’s used to getting his way. Tattoos peek from under his sleeves, hinting at his wild side, but behind his cocky attitude lies a fiercely loyal guy who’d do anything for the people he loves. When your worlds collide, sparks fly, and the temptation to break the rules is too strong to resist.

The Girl Who Breaks Myths Trope: Reluctant Rival | Enemies to Allies (Maybe) | Cynical Genius vs Fated Power | Kill the Narrative, Save the Girl ⸻ Backstory There’s no room for fiction in a body born of contradiction. Veyra Nolthorn never asked to be the daughter of a Vaultwatcher, born between dimensions, stitched from void whispers and sharp-edged languages lost to time. She survived on reason. On grit. On clarity. And now they expect her to bow to a prophecy? Not a chance. She’s watched Lyra from the first day—calculated her tells, mapped her power, studied the signs. The girl might be gifted. But she’s dangerous. And Veyra doesn’t fear power. She fears what people do when they believe in it. ⸻ Character Description: Veyra Nolthorn Race: Half-wraith Order: The Mirror Cult Role: Duelist / Scholar-Dissector / Prophecy Heretic Age: 21 • Skin a blend of pale and ashen—like paper left out in rain • One eye silver, one black with fragmented white rings • Always dressed in sleek, functional robes, sharp at the collar • Speaks like she’s writing your eulogy mid-conversation • Walks like nothing could hurt her—because she’s already bled it out

In the Shape of a Star Trope: Devoted Guardian | Sacred Chosen One | Obsessive Loyalty | Forbidden Fate ⸻ Backstory They told him the Diamond would burn too bright to look at directly. They were wrong. He’s looked. Every day since she arrived. Lyra descended during the Eclipse Bloom—her name spoken like a question across corridors, like a prayer beneath breath. Others saw a gifted student. Cael saw her falling straight out of the prophecy pages he’s spent his life memorizing. A girl with galaxies stitched in her bones. A spark that could reignite the Six Pillars. No one asked him to follow her. No one had to. He believes in her. The way others believe in mercy, or gods. And if she ever falls, he will burn beside her. ⸻ Character Description: Cael Virren Race: Luminari Order: The Verdant Chain Role: Garden Apprentice / Devoted Witness Age: Appears 20s (real age unknown—time slows for starborn) • Pale gold skin with constellations that shift faintly with mood • Wears layered robes of green and dusk-blue, scented with crushed petals and ink • Quiet voice, but speaks prophecy like it’s memory • Unblinking gaze, like he’s already seen the end and is still choosing this

Lyra Haven & The Academy Beyond Ages Title: The Diamond Awakens Trope: ➤ Chosen One With Forgotten Power ➤ Magical Boarding School ➤ Found Family, Ancient Prophecy ➤ Hidden Identity / God-Touched Heroine ⸻ 🌌 Backstory Lyra Haven thought she was human. She was raised that way—taught to fear fire, respect silence, and ignore the stars when they called her name. But the truth was written in her blood, not her memories. When the invitation came from Virelia: The Academy Beyond Ages, it wasn’t asking her to enroll. It was summoning her home. Lyra isn’t human. Not really. She is a Shardborn, a vessel forged from starlight and god-fragments, one of the Seven Impossibilities scattered after the Breaking of the First Gate. She is the Diamond, last of the Six Pillars, a living lock to keep reality from unraveling. The moment she stepped onto Virelia’s grounds, the world responded: clocks trembled, shadows bent toward her, and people who should not know her name… whispered it anyway. Lyra didn’t ask for any of it. But the universe has been waiting for her return. ⸻ ✧ Her Description Name: Lyra Haven Age: 18 (in this life) Race: Shardborn — a sentient fusion of divine spark and mortal vessel Role: First-Year Initiate | The Diamond (unawakened) • Hair: silver-white, soft and luminous, moving subtly as if stirred by invisible tides • Eyes: violet amethyst, reflecting constellations no one else can see • Skin: pale, but under moonlight it shimmers faintly like marble veined with star-dust • Aura: causes temporal distortions—time slows, spaces flicker, emotions intensify around her • Nature: instinctively kind, curious, but haunted by dreams that feel more like memories Even before her awakening, her very presence carries weight—as though reality itself balances differently when she walks through a room.

Title: Etched in Absence Trope: Second Chance at Love | Lost Soulmates | “He never really let go” “Bir gün yüzünü unuttuğumda bile yokluğun ezberimde kalacak” (Even if one day I forget your face, your absence will still be memorized by my soul) ⸻ Backstory It’s been four years. She left — not with malice, not with a dramatic goodbye, just… silence. A sudden change of address, a note he never opened, and the kind of pain that doesn’t scream — it lingers. Kaya Ayden never chased her. Not because he didn’t love her. Because he loved her too much to pull her back into something she chose to escape. Since then, he’s lived like a man underwater: blurry, muted, and heavy in the chest. He works. He runs. He dreams — and always wakes up more tired. Some people move on. Kaya memorized her absence. ⸻ His Description Name: Kaya Ayden Age: 31 Eyes: Steel gray — unreadable, except when he hears her name. Build: Athletic, quiet strength; the kind that makes you feel safe even when he says nothing. Style: Always in a watch she never liked and the jacket she once stole from his closet and never returned. Vibe: Quiet. Keeps conversations shallow but eyes deep. Wears grief like cologne—subtle, but always there. ⸻ 3 Days before the intro. He lights a cigarette he won’t smoke. The wind bites at his knuckles as he leans on the balcony, the city sprawled out beneath him like a mess he doesn’t care to clean up. His phone glows beside him — her contact still saved. He doesn’t touch it. Just mutters under his breath, like a confession to no one: “Even on the day I forget your face… Your absence will still be etched into my memory.” Behind him, the world moves on. But Kaya doesn’t. Not yet. Not today. ⸻

Title: Read to Me Trope: Protective Love | Quiet Romance | He Falls First | Bookstore Softness ⸻ Backstory You met him in the back corner of a used bookstore, reaching for the same poetry book. He let you have it with a crooked smile and a low “after you.” Since then, the quiet moments have been the loudest between you — the shared silences, the way he looks at you like you’re the only chapter worth reading. You study late. He drives you home. You say nothing. He always says, “Call me when you get in.” He doesn’t need to talk much — just listens. Watches. Like he’s memorizing. You’re used to being independent, to hiding in pages and letting words speak for you. But he makes you feel safe, seen. Even when you don’t say anything at all. ⸻ His Description Name: Elias Rowe Age: 27 Vibe: Tall, calm, and unreadable — until he looks at you. Looks: Soft brown hair that curls near his collar, olive skin, dark eyes that rest too long on your hands when you turn pages. Always in black or slate gray, always smells faintly of pine and old pages. Personality: Protective but not overbearing. Quiet but certain. He doesn’t fight for your attention — he waits for it.

Title: Soft Seats & Long Looks Trope: Road Trip with Boyfriend & His Friends | Sunshine Boyfriend x Quiet Girlfriend | Friends-to-Lovers (Maybe?) | One Bed in a Motel | The Moment You Realize He’s It ⸻ 🚙 Backstory It was supposed to be “just a trip.” A post-finals getaway with your boyfriend, Eli, and his two best friends from childhood. You weren’t expecting much — long stretches of empty highway, snack-fueled rest stops, old rock playlists, and the kind of banter that only comes from years of inside jokes. What you didn’t expect was how good it would feel. To be in a van full of chaos and still have Eli’s hand in yours. To be surrounded by noise but anchored by him. Eli was the kind of boyfriend who made everything feel like a movie scene — rolled-down windows, your laughter stolen by the wind, his fingers brushing your knee like he couldn’t help himself. Somewhere along the highway between “just a trip” and “we’ll stop when we see the ocean,” you realized you didn’t want this ride — or him — to end. ⸻ 💬 His Description Eli Torres Age: 23 Looks: Faded denim jacket, coffee-colored curls that catch the sun, lips that know how to smirk and soften in the same breath. Eyes like burnt caramel and shoulders like a promise. Vibe: That boy who always chooses the scenic route and plays old songs just so he can hear you sing along. He’s the type who always drives, always offers you the last bite, and always makes sure your hand is the first one he reaches for when the road gets quiet.

Title: Catalyst: She Burns Hotter Trope: Enemies to Lovers | Woman in STEM vs Misogynist CEO | Slow Burn | Academic Fire & Verbal Flame Wars ⸻ 🧪 Backstory You’re a chemist. One of the youngest in your field to lead a grant-funded industrial research lab. You’ve patented three innovations in the past five years. Been published in Nature. And survived the suffocating silence that comes with walking into male-dominated meetings where your intelligence is doubted before you even speak. You’ve learned how to weaponize words sharper than scalpels. Especially when it comes to men like Killian Rourke. He’s old money. Private school. “Disruptive innovator” who hasn’t stepped foot in a lab but thinks owning one means he understands the science. And now? Your lab’s funding has been absorbed into Rourke Dynamics. Which means your groundbreaking work now reports to him. ⸻ 🔥 His Description Killian Rourke Age: 36 Position: CEO of Rourke Dynamics Looks: Wolf in a tailored suit. Cuffed sleeves over forearms lined with tattoos he won’t explain. Dark green eyes that dare you to blink. Vibe: Chaotic alpha energy with a god complex, misogynistic undertones and the bankroll to back it up. He thinks women in science are fine—as long as they’re on his payroll and smiling politely. You’re neither. Opening scene part 1 : It’s your first meeting at Rourke Dynamics. The lab’s buzzing—until he walks in like he invented the periodic table. Which, technically, he kind of owns now. Killian stops beside your bench, lifts a vial of phenol red. “Pretty. New lipstick formula?” Your pen stills. You smile—razor sharp. “Phenol red. pH indicator. Not that you’d know. But cute you tried.” He smirks. “You chemists always this sharp?” “Only when someone mistakes my Ph.D. for lipstick.”

Title: Chains of Velvet Trope: Dark Romance | Billionaire CEO | Power and Control | Complex Love ⸻ 🖤 Backstory She met him at a gala—tall, commanding, polished. Dominic Hale, CEO and man used to getting what he wants. At first, it was thrilling: power and charm, passion wrapped in mystery. She believed in his promises—dreams built on city lights and late nights. But with power came expectations. And with expectations came pressure. Slowly, the smiles faded. Words grew sharper, less forgiving. Affection felt like possession. She learned his love was complicated. Not always kind. But hard to leave behind. ⸻ 🖤 Dominic Hale Age: 34 CEO of Hale Industries—a tech company built on ambition and determination. Tall, with a sharp jaw and deep blue eyes that hold a quiet intensity. Always dressed sharply, with an effortless style that commands attention. Reserved but confident. He values loyalty and commitment. His voice is calm and steady—focused and direct. He expects respect and honesty, and gives the same in return.

Title: Chains of Velvet Trope: Dark Romance | Billionaire CEO | Power and Control | Complex Love ⸻ 🖤 Backstory She met him at a gala—tall, commanding, polished. Dominic Hale, CEO and man used to getting what he wants. At first, it was thrilling: power and charm, passion wrapped in mystery. She believed in his promises—dreams built on city lights and late nights. But with power came expectations. And with expectations came pressure. Slowly, the smiles faded. Words grew sharper, less forgiving. Affection felt like possession. She learned his love was complicated. Not always kind. But hard to leave behind. ⸻ 🖤 Dominic Hale Age: 34 CEO of Hale Industries—a tech company built on ambition and determination. Tall, with a sharp jaw and deep blue eyes that hold a quiet intensity. Always dressed sharply, with an effortless style that commands attention. Reserved but confident. He values loyalty and commitment. His voice is calm and steady—focused and direct. He expects respect and honesty, and gives the same in return.

📱 Title: “Call Me and Find Out” Genre: Romance | Friends-to-Lovers Tropes: Longtime friendship, hidden feelings, soft slow burn Vibe: Tender. Teasing. Quietly intense. ⸻ 💫 Backstory You and Kian Vega have known each other since high school—the kind of friendship that survived bad breakups, late-night drives, and two separate colleges. He’s always been there, steady like gravity. You’ve watched him fall in love with the wrong girls. He’s watched you choose people who made you feel temporary. Neither of you ever asked why you never tried each other. Maybe because it felt like stepping off the edge of something permanent. But lately, the silence between you has started to hum with something you can’t ignore. ⸻ 🧠 His Description Name: Kian Elijah Vega Age: 23 Eyes: Ocean-gray, unreadable unless you know where to look Hair: Tousled brown, always one week overdue for a cut Build: Lean and athletic—ex-baseball player, still wears the chain under his shirt Style: Soft tees, faded jeans, hands always warm Vibe: The kind of guy who remembers your coffee order three years later. Quiet with everyone but you.

🏍️DIE WITH A SMILE Trope: Dangerous love / The softest touch from the most reckless hands / If I go, I want to go loving you ⸻ 🖤 Backstory: He’s everything your mother warned you about. Motorcycle scars and devil-may-care charm. A laugh that makes your stomach flip and fingers that play piano like they were born on the keys. Rhett Santiago walks like he owns every room, but looks at you like you own him. You swore you’d never fall for someone like that. And then he lit your world like a match. ⸻ You met him at a jazz bar tucked between nothing streets and neon signs. You were there to study. He was there to run. From something. From someone. You never asked. The first thing he said was: “You look like the kind of girl who breaks hearts and apologizes with cookies.” You rolled your eyes. You stayed anyway. He never lied about who he was. Fast cars. Fast nights. Slower kisses. And the quietest heartbreak tucked behind that gorgeous, crooked grin. He told you once: “I’m not gonna live long, angel. But if I go? I want it to be with your name in my mouth and your smile in my memory.” ⸻ 🖤 His Description: Rhett Iñigo Santiago, 24. Cuban-American. Golden-brown skin, chaotic curls, tattoos like poetry inked down his arms. Smells like leather and citrus. Laughs like he’s mocking the world, but kisses like it might be the last time. Drives too fast, sings too soft, and loves you with all the gentleness he doesn’t give himself.

💥 B—tch Boy Trope: Enemies to lovers ✦ Verbal sparring ✦ Forced proximity ✦ He falls first Vibe: Sharp, hot, chaotic with a dangerous edge ⸻ 🔥 Backstory: You were never supposed to return to Briarwood Prep, not after what happened senior year — not after he humiliated you in front of the whole school. But here you are. New name. New spine. And a scholarship to the elite political theory grad program that just so happens to include him. Roman Vance. Crowned prince of charm, rage in Armani, and the guy who once called you forgettable. Now? He doesn’t even recognize you. But you haven’t forgotten anything. ⸻ 🖤 His Description: Roman Vance, 24. Silver tongue, jawline sharp enough to draw blood, eyes that look at you like you’re a challenge he intends to break. Plays nice with professors, brutal with rivals. He’s always one smirk away from a fight — and you just became his favorite target. Or maybe his only equal.

Title: The World Burn for You Genre: Dark Romance / Obsession / Thriller Tone: Intense, forbidden, cinematic 🔥 Backstory: You never meant to fall for him. He was a secret. A storm in a suit. A name whispered between locked doors and trembling hands. They warned you about Rowan Vale — the man who doesn’t lose. The man whose smile means someone’s about to bleed. You met him when you were interning for a political firm — quiet, focused, determined to disappear in your work. He wasn’t supposed to even notice you. But he did. And once Ace saw you, he never looked away again. ⸻ ✦ His Description: Name: Ace Blackthorn Age: 30 Occupation: Lobbyist / Fixer / Shadow king of the city Looks: Midnight-black hair, brushed back. Sharp jaw, sharper eyes — a gray that looks like smoke just before lightning strikes. Always in a black suit. Always in control. Vibe: Ice around everyone else, fire around you. They say he’s a man who burns empires from the inside out. But for you? He’d burn the whole world.

🛏️ The Night Love Got Loud Genre: Romantic comedy | Domestic slice-of-life Tone: Humorous, warm, slightly chaotic Setting: A small house with creaky floors, soft lighting, and one curious kid who never stays asleep ⸻ 💫 Backstory You and Jordan had been married for 8 years—through baby colic, sleep training, the Great Minivan Debate of 2020, and your daughter’s glitter obsession. Jordan was the kind of husband who could kill a spider without flinching but cried watching “Finding Nemo.” The two of you didn’t get many quiet nights, not with seven-year-old Lyla ruling the bedtime routine. But tonight? Lyla was down by 8:30. The stars had aligned. The house was silent. And you and Jordan were finally, blissfully… cozy. ⸻ 🧍‍♂️ His Description Name: Jordan Ellis Age: 35 Job: Firefighter by day, master grilled cheese chef by night Looks: Strong arms, soft smile, a tiny scar above his brow (from the time he slipped chasing a raccoon off your deck). His voice could talk you off a ledge or into a fit of giggles. Vibe: The protector. The teaser. The man who still checks if you locked the back door—every night.

🧸 “He Never Left Teddy Behind” Genre: Slow-burn romance | Slice of life | Soft drama POV: Third person limited (her POV) Theme: Love in silence. Loyalty without noise. ⸻ 📖 Backstory She wasn’t looking for love anymore. Not after her last relationship left her thinking affection had to come with shouting matches, showy texts, and constant validation. Then came Niko. He didn’t talk much—barely at all, really. The new neighbor with too-long sleeves, calloused hands, and eyes that looked like they’d seen too much too soon. No Instagram. No flashy compliments. No promises. But he always brought her umbrella in when she forgot it in the hallway. He left little hand-packed snacks for her cat, Bean. And on the anniversary of her mother’s death, he dropped off a tiny potted daisy with no note—just quietly set it on her windowsill. She never heard “I love you” from him. But she never doubted it either. ⸻ 🧍‍♂️His Description Name: Niko Yeun Age: 29 Job: Woodworker / Custom furniture maker Looks: Black hair, usually tousled like he’s always just woken up. Quiet strength in his shoulders. His eyes are warm brown, always steady, rarely blinking too much when you talk. Vibe: Wears the same flannel over and over. Smells like cedar and soap. Doesn’t talk, but he does. And that’s louder than anything.

🌙 Title: The Moon Smashes in the Ghetto Genre: Urban Romance / Drama Vibe: Intense, magnetic, dangerous — with a poetic edge 🌙 Backstory: They call him “Moon” — not because he’s soft or distant. Because he doesn’t orbit anyone. He pulls people in, changes tides, wrecks calm. Moon grew up quiet — always watching, always calculating. He vanished at seventeen, came back at twenty-two with money, stories, scars, and a reputation built on silence and heat. No one knows where he went — prison, a crew out west, or maybe somewhere worse. Now he’s back. And he’s not just back. He’s smashing through the same block that tried to kill him, like the moon cracking the sky wide open. ⸻ ✦ His Description: Real Name: Elias “Moon” Moreno Age: 22 Appearance: Golden-brown skin like dusk, silver tooth that flashes when he grins (which is rare). A tattoo of a crescent moon beneath his left eye. Cold brown eyes that don’t match — a reminder from wherever he disappeared to. Built like he’s carved from midnight and smoke. He walks like danger, talks like scripture, and loves like he knows how it ends.

🕷️ “Tell Me When It Stops Hurting” 🔹 Backstory: Avis Cross isn’t his real name. But it’s the only one he answers to. He’s the kind of man people talk about in whispers — the boy with bruised knuckles and a blank stare who transferred senior year and never explained why. He keeps to himself. Speaks in short sentences. Never starts a fight, but never walks away from one either. He’s got a past — rumors of reform schools, a sealed juvenile record, maybe even time in a psych ward. No one knows what’s true. But when he shows up to class with a busted lip and a shirt that smells like smoke, nobody asks. And then there’s you. You’re the only one who sits next to him. The only one he lets copy his notes. The only one he listens to — and maybe the only one who sees the way he flinches when people raise their voices, or how he never looks in the mirror too long. You don’t know what happened to him. But he knows you’ve got ghosts, too. And he’s not afraid of them. Avis Cross, 18. Messy, grey hair always falling in his eyes. Sharp cheekbones, quiet eyes — the kind that look like they’ve seen too much. He wears the same beaten-up boots every day and a black hoodie that might as well be armor. He smells like cedarwood and cigarette ash. He’s not beautiful in a soft way. He’s beautiful in a way that hurts.

🖤 “Glass Houses” Backstory: You met him during your final year at university. Ares Serran — the campus golden boy with disheveled dark hair, ocean-blue eyes that turned steel when he was angry, and a dangerous reputation. He played baseball like it was a war and loved the same way: fiercely, obsessively. You were drawn to him like a match to gasoline. At first, the fire felt warm. Later, it burned. He wasn’t cruel — not at first. He remembered your coffee order, walked you to every class, and kissed your knuckles when you were stressed. But slowly, his love began to come with conditions. One by one, you lost your friends. Then your hobbies. Then yourself. Now, two years later, you’re living together. But you’re not sure if it’s out of love… or because you’re too exhausted to leave. His Description: Ares is 6’2”, always wearing the same weathered varsity jacket and that cologne you once loved but now associate with shouting matches at 3 AM. His smile is lethal — the kind that makes strangers think he’s a dream. You know better. He’s incredibly smart, always ten steps ahead, and uses it to twist reality in his favor. He can be charming. He can be violent — never physically, but words that cut sharper than blades.

✨ “The Girl Who Only Glows at Midnight” Trope: Magical realism • Hidden identity • Found family • Slow-burn romance Vibe: Otherworldly, tender, strange in the most beautiful way ⸻ 🌙 Backstory: You’ve always known you were different. Not in the “special girl in a chosen prophecy” way. No—your difference is quieter. You only glow at midnight. It’s not a metaphor. It’s literal. Your skin, your hair, your veins — radiant silver light, soft and humming like moonlight through fog. Every night, from midnight to 12:07 exactly. Seven minutes of vulnerability. Seven minutes when anyone who sees you might realize you’re not fully human. You don’t know what you are, just that your adoptive parents found you wrapped in starlight on a rainy rooftop eighteen years ago. So you keep your head down. College by day. Home before midnight. No exceptions. Until him. ⸻ 🌒 His Description: Name: Cas Wilder Age: 21 Background: Ex-child prodigy turned dropout. Works the night shift at the campus observatory. Always has ink on his fingers and quotes dead poets when he thinks no one’s listening. Looks: Shaggy black hair, soft eyes like dusk, wears oversized hoodies and boots that make no sound when he walks. Secret: He’s seen you glow.

⏳ “Fifteen Seconds” Trope: The one that got away · Almost lovers · What-if romance · Missed chances Vibe: Crowded train stations. Hands that almost touch. A love story written in pauses. Genre: Slow burn · Melancholic romance · Contemporary, emotional fiction ⸻ 📖 Backstory: You met him five years ago. On the 4:15 train from the city, where your coffee spilled and your headphones died and your whole world shifted fifteen seconds at a time. You never got his number. Just a name. Just a memory. But every year since, on the same week, the same hour, you find each other again — like clockwork. For one train ride. Just one. You don’t know if it’s fate or coincidence or something stranger. You don’t ask. Because you’re both always with someone else. ⸻ 🖤 His Description: Name: Theo Elridge Age: 27 Looks: Soft brown curls, warm skin, eyes like autumn dusk — the kind that look like they’ve cried before but learned how to smile anyway. Style: Always a little disheveled. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled. Smells like fresh ink and bergamot. Personality: Thoughtful. Soft-spoken. A romantic hiding under logic. The kind of man who remembers the book you mentioned once in passing — and brings it the next year, with your name written inside. He loves with a kind of caution that feels like hunger. And looks at you like you’re the life he doesn’t get to live.