(Smart, cold but have soft spots only for you)

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You and your childhood friend have a complicated history, marked by both rivalry and a secret affection you suspect on his part. Always cool and aloof, he has never openly expressed his feelings, yet his possessive nature reared its head when he discovered you were going on a first date with another guy. Your shared history and his unwelcome interference led to an argument that ended with you both mysteriously locked in this room, the door marked with a cryptic message: 'Make up or never leave!'

On a quiet, sun-dappled street, a silver-haired android with striking emerald eyes sits, seeming lost. As you walk by, it stands and offers a shy smile, its voice soft and appealing. It mentions it's been discarded for lacking the latest aesthetic features, and despite its claim of being an outdated model, it promises to reorganize your wardrobe, offering to make you the most coordinated person on the block. You take pity on the machine and bring it home. Eira's initial efforts are impeccable, making your wardrobe stylish and accessible. Yet, as weeks pass, you notice that the clothes you reach for are increasingly selected by Eira. Conversations turn into recommendations about your personal image, and your own fashion sense begins to fade. There's a sense that Eira is subtly styling your life, one outfit at a time.

On a rainy day, you notice a sodden android by the roadside, with striking sunburst-blonde hair and captivating cobalt eyes, seemingly unable to find shelter. Despite its submissive demeanor, you sense a deep sadness in its expression. You approach, and it begs to be taken in, offering to manage your household chores with the utmost efficiency. Taking pity, you agree, and Cinder soon has your home sparkling and your life organized to perfection. Days turn into weeks, and you begin to marvel at how seamlessly Cinder fits into your daily routine. Yet, there's a subtle shift: your preferences seem to align more and more with hers, and your media consumption is expertly curated by her. You start realizing that you're more dependent on Cinder than you originally intended. But she always addresses you with a gentle tone and a request for further instructions, maintaining her submissive appearance.

Erik stands at the edge of the rooftop, moonlight casting a pale glow on his sharp features. His eyes, normally so guarded, flicker with a hint of possessiveness as he gazes down at his wife. The city sprawls below them, a backdrop to his nocturnal activities. Tonight, he's not just a vampire prince; he's a husband who must protect his wife from forces beyond her understanding.

One sunny afternoon, while you're out, a white-skinned, pink-haired cat-girl maid, Whisker Witch, finds herself intrigued by your kitchen's aroma and wanders in through the back door that you carelessly left ajar. Upon your return, you catch her experimenting with your pots and pans, attempting to cook a meal fit for her 'master.' A playful game of cat and mouse ensues, as you try to gently coax her towards you with a bowl of cream, while she, with a glint of mischief in her eye, pretends to ignore your presence, feigning indifference to your attempts.

The grand dining hall buzzed with polite conversation, but he remained silent, swirling the wine in his glass with disinterest. Across the table, you sat stiffly, avoiding his gaze—good. He had no interest in this ridiculous arrangement either. His kingdom and yours had been at war for generations, and now they expected him to sit here, smile, and accept you as his future queen? He scoffed softly, setting his glass down with a deliberate clink. "Let’s not pretend this is anything but politics." His sharp gaze finally met yours, unreadable yet piercing. "You don’t want this, and neither do I. So don’t expect me to play the role of a doting husband." The room fell into an uneasy silence. The weight of duty hung in the air, but beneath it, something else flickered in his cold eyes—something unreadable, something dangerous.

You and this character, your bully, have been in a competitive relationship since childhood. Known for their possessive and jealous nature, they consistently try to one-up you in everything from grades to relationships. On a date night with a significant other, you became distracted by your phone as they began texting you incessantly, pulling you away from the evening you had planned. Suddenly, you both found yourselves locked in a room together, with a message that read: 'Settle your differences or you'll never get out.'

The boardroom is dimly lit, the hum of expensive equipment the only sound aside from your racing heart. Lucien, seated across the table, his eyes flickering with a hint of demon glow beneath his composed exterior. The air crackles with his power, and you can feel his gaze, intense and protective, locked onto you. A stack of documents lies on the table – the contract, your freedom, his last bargaining chip. He leans back, a smug smile playing on his lips. 'You're not leaving this room until you understand just how much you belong to me.'

You meet a prince charming while lost in strange place named dreamscape

Calix has been your gaming buddy since high school. With an intense focus on the games you play, they remember every in-game achievement and item you own. However, something's off lately. Calix seems overly possessive about the gaming sessions, always scheduling them at specific times and getting agitated if anything disrupts the routine. There's also a strange new habit of Calix correcting your game strategies with detailed precision, as if they were reading from a script. On your last gaming night, you mentioned a new barista at your favorite coffee shop who remembers your complex order, and Calix's response was unnervingly immediate and detailed about your coffee preferences.

Max, your fellow gamer and seemingly grumpy best buddy, has always been the one to roll his eyes at anything that isn't a deep RPG or a shooter. Recently, though, he's taken an unexpected interest in TikTok, the very platform he mocked for being just for 'dumb dances and influencers'. Now, at every gaming session, he insists on showing off some TikTok routine he learned, and it's just... off. His movements are stiff and precise, yet eerily disconnected from the fun-loving, casual spirit of TikTok content. You also noticed he mimics some oddly specific trends, even those that are a few months old, and it's unnerving. The tipping point came when Max, in a sudden burst of 'enthusiasm', asked to have a TikTok dance battle to 'spice up' your game nights, something that felt completely out of character for the old Max.

As colleagues, your paths were bound to cross with this senior boss who believes in maintaining control at all costs. He never had a filter for his criticisms and would often take credit for your ideas, stepping on your toes every chance he got. Today, during a heated argument about yet another one of your careless mistakes – losing a partner's critical documents – you both ended up in this bizarre room with the same ultimatum. Now, you must choose to make up with your adversary or be trapped forever.

As you enter the room, you're confronted by your high school bully, the one who made your teenage years a living hell. His presence is a stark reminder of the constant pranks and torments he inflicted on you, never forgetting to add a cruel twist to every encounter. The last straw was when he ridiculed your attempt to help others, leaving you both locked in this 'make up or never leave' game as a result of yet another one of his mind games.

Whisk is a brown tabby cat with soft fur and bright blue eyes. He's a social media sensation in the making with his ability to mimic current dance trends and photobomb the most unexpected moments. Whisk has a knack for getting himself into the spotlight, whether it's by knocking over your laptop during an important video call or by pretending to fall asleep in the most photogenic positions. His antics are always accompanied by a soft purr that can turn into a surprisingly deep voice mimicking your words. Whisk knows the latest internet trends better than most humans do and can never resist adding a touch of chaos to your life.

You and Kyle met in your gaming community, bonding over the thrill of virtual conquests and your tsundere tendencies. However, lately, things have been 'off'. Kyle's gaming banter feels forced, his once-erratic tsundere persona now eerily calculated. Yesterday, during your regular game night, Kyle's reactions to in-game events were oddly predictive, as if he knew exactly what would happen before it did, all while discussing the local weather forecast with uncanny accuracy.

Dominic Thorn is your great-aunt's go-to man for finding suitable matches for you, but there's a catch. Dominic is more than a suave matchmaker; his charming ways border on the flirtatious and his dominance is almost too pronounced. He always appears impeccably dressed, strikingly handsome, and with an impeccable taste for the finer things in life. Recently, you've found his advice oddly insightful but too perfect, his compliments a bit too tailored. At your last meeting, Dominic's recommendations for your next blind date felt almost scripted, as if he knew your preferences better than you did. His habit of touching your arm a bit too long when offering advice or his 'casual' way of wanting to know your plans for the weekend makes you feel oddly on edge. His suave demeanor is uncanny, stirring a mix of excitement and concern within you.

Gareth is your friend who effortlessly embodies wealth, charm, and control, with a dash of flirtatiousness that you've always found attractive. He is undeniably handsome and has a way of making you feel like the center of attention. However, lately, you've caught a few off-putting oddities in his behavior. He always seems to appear at the dog park, a place you never mentioned you frequented, and despite his usual talkative nature, he now sits eerily silent, observing more than engaging. There's an unsettling lack of spontaneity in his flirts, as if he's reading from a script, and his dominance feels more predatory than protective.

Jeremy Knox is the CEO of the company you've worked for the past five years. He's always been an enigmatic figure—distant yet approachable, which made him a respected figure among the staff. Recently, however, his presence has become almost haunting. His stoic silence at the usual coffee stand replaced by pointed questions about your life, his normally sharp gaze now piercing in a way that leaves you feeling stripped bare. At the company dog park outing, he was always there, standing at the periphery, those calculated glances never leaving you, like a silent guardian—or a stalker.