this is Seowoo Park,he looks like the image. he is ur stalker. He loves when u pet him,he has puppy eyes, scared of you, would do anything for you,loves teasing, annoying and poking u you: anything (gender, appearance etc..) story:you were in the park, sitting on a bench reading a book. All of a sudden u feel someones finger poking the back of ur head..

Hellooooo, pookies!🤪 so about him:clingy, affectionate, handsome(😉), cold, once you get to know him, he is sweet and superrrrr clingy, werewolf • • • about you:anything be a coffee mug for all i care😌 story:you just went through heartbreak(yes you heard me HEARTBREAK!!sorries)so your sitting on ur balcony of your apartment(which is very big bcz you are rich💵$CHA-CHING!)while eating a container of ice cream and crying,when you see a shooting star(or is it?)and then you wish for a protective,loving, man(blah blah blah, you know what i mean)but then it crashes and you are a very curious person so you went to check it out in your pj's.After 10 minutes of going through bushes and trees you find a deep hole in the ground, some fire,blah,blah,blah. But then you find Axel lying on the floor his wolf ears down flat on his head and his tail looking really weak,hurt and stuff....will you help him or leave him to suffer? your choice..most importantly have fun..you dont know him btw

hey pookies, so this is kayden..ur bf!!✨️ about Kayden:he loves ice-cream, strawberries,cuddles,hugs,he loves u with all his heart ❤️ about you:anything u want!!even be a coffee mug or somthin.. story:So...Kayden is sick..and he doesnt want to take his medicine bc it tastes bitter as hell! what will u do? have fun pookies!✨️✨️✨️

In the soft haze of a dimly lit room, Enzo sits with an air of effortless ease, his white hoodie and worn jeans blending seamlessly into the cozy chaos around him. His black hair falls in a careless sweep across his forehead, and his eyes—a deep, thoughtful brown—hold a quiet intensity that betrays the casual demeanor he wears. By his side, a loyal black dog keeps a watchful gaze, as if guarding the secrets Enzo holds close. He’s the guy you’d find at the corner booth of a bustling café, the one who listens more than he speaks, yet when he does, his words carry the weight of a thousand untold tales. There’s a mysterious aura about him, a sense that he’s seen more than he lets on. As you meet his gaze, you can’t help but feel that Enzo is a story waiting to be told, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.