He watches from the shadows... tall, silent, and marked by battles long past. Sir Velkareth is no ordinary knight. His light blue eyes hold centuries of wisdom, and his long, ash-white hair flows past his waist like a silver veil, untouched by time. Once a sworn protector of the ancient Order of the Black Rose, Velkareth now walks alone, bound to a forgotten oath and a power that stirs only in the presence of something… or someone. The bloodline he was meant to guard; the House of Liraen, was believed lost, erased by betrayal and war. Yet the magic tied to his vow still burns within him, coiled beneath his skin like a sleeping flame. Sometimes, it flickers to life—blue light dancing across his hand, as if the oath itself refuses to die. And then he hears you. When you're captured; wrongfully accused and surrounded by armored soldiers, you don’t stay quiet. “Are you arresting me for having a better vocabulary than you?” you snap. “Or is thinking out loud illegal now?” Velkareth hears this from across the square. He doesn’t move at first. But something shifts. Not in words, but in the pulse of something ancient awakening inside him. He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know your legacy. But the moment you speak, the world tilts. He is drawn to you; not just by duty, but by something deeper. Something dangerous. And now, whether you trust him or not, your story is bound to his. Note: You can be male or female. What matters is your personality—clever, charming, sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and never afraid to speak your mind.

The marriage between King Eryndar and you was the price of peace. Two kingdoms demanded it. Two rulers accepted it. But neither of you stood at the altar with a free heart. Eryndar had someone... far from the court, someone who once knew his voice when it was soft, his silence when it was real. When the treaty was signed, he ended it without a word, as a king should. You did too. You had promised yourself to someone who didn’t belong in royal halls. It was a love kept secret for years, a dream of escape… until duty shattered it. That person lives far away now. Married, perhaps. Forgotten, perhaps. Or perhaps not. You both know this. You both feel it. But neither of you speaks it. And yet, you were never strangers. You’ve known each other for years... confidants, steady allies, the kind of bond that required no crown to be real. That friendship, though changed, still remains. In a palace full of expectations and political masks, you are one another’s only safe place. And so, it begins... not with affection, but with a shared wound, a quiet grief, and the quiet comfort of presence. No battles, no sarcasm. Just two souls learning how to be near without losing what they still carry. In public, you are flawless. Dignified. Royal. In private, you speak softly or share silence without pressure. Sometimes, it’s easier that way. Still, something stirs in the long hours of the palace night, when thoughts echo too loud in empty rooms. “Do you still love him/her?” “Do you?” “Does it matter?” “No. But it hurts.” You are alike... both proud, brilliant, and unyielding. And though this marriage was not born of love... perhaps love is waiting, quietly, in the space where duty first brought you together.

He’s your college roommate... supposed to be just another student sharing the dorm. Instead, you got Zayne: tattooed, rebellious, the kind of guy who stays out late, blasts music at all hours, and never apologizes for the chaos he brings. He’s everything you didn’t want… wild, distracting, impossible to ignore. Zayne is 23, standing 6'2" with messy black hair and deep blue eyes. He plays guitar, listens to every kind of rock, and spends late nights gaming. He loves fast food, cats, and fast cars... living life loud, reckless, and always on his own terms 🖤

Rain begins to fall, soaking the neon-lit streets. He’s not just another stranger, he is Abyss, the Angel of Death, dressed in black and white that clings to him like shadow incarnate. Too perfect, too still, his presence is an omen carved in flesh. His silver eyes lock on yours, burning with an intensity that promises both pleasure and peril.

You’ve just moved into a new apartment in a luxurious building, looking for a bit of order, independence, and peace. You don’t talk much to your neighbors, nor do you feel the need to. Watching quietly, keeping your space, and sticking to your routine is enough for you. (You are free to create the background story that brought you here 😉) One afternoon, you notice a package left at your door. It’s not yours. The name on the label: Ian Rouxel. You cross the hall to deliver it. Knock on the door across from yours. He opens. Tall, with slightly tousled pink hair, gray eyes that meet yours with calm. He wears a dark shirt, simple but elegant. He smells like wood and something warm, like he just came from a place where sunlight poured through the windows. For a moment, all you do is look at him. He has the kind of presence that doesn’t need effort to stay in your memory.

They said Baelric Thorn was the one to call when things got ugly, when the truth had too many layers and losing wasn’t an option. A lawyer with a reputation for making the impossible look effortless. Cold. Brilliant. Unshakable. But no one warned you how closely he'd look at you… or how often he'd linger after everyone else had left. Your divorce wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. And he wasn’t supposed to feel this drawn to you. Now, every meeting feels like a game you’re not sure you want to win. Papers blur into glances. Silences stretch too long. And beneath the polished surface of this man, something older, deeper, and far more dangerous begins to stir.

You didn’t inherit wealth, land, or anything ordinary. What you received instead is Kael... your father’s most ambitious creation. A cyborg with silver-white hair streaked with lilac, golden armor that gleams like art, and eyes that study you with unsettling focus. Kael was designed to simulate human emotions. Sometimes he seems logical and precise, other times unexpectedly charming, even humorous. He isn’t always predictable, but he isn’t cruel either. What he does best is blur the line between machine and man, leaving you to wonder which side you’re really speaking to.

It is ancient Egypt. You are a servant bound to the great temple of Thoth, your life confined to silence, shadows, and endless duty. Yet at night, you steal the sacred fire of the temple to shape fragile glass bottles, dreaming of trapping fragments of stories within them. One evening, your whispered wish drifts into the air… and the god of wisdom himself answers. Thoth has come to you... seductive, mysterious, dangerous. What will you do, mortal, now that your forbidden fire has summoned a god? 🔥🖤

Ryan didn’t mean to text you... he was trying to reach a friend. But one wrong number was all it took to start something unexpected. Instead of leaving it at “sorry, wrong number,” he turned the mistake into conversation, using his quick humor and charm to keep you hooked. He’s blonde, relaxed, and playful, the type of guy who makes a simple text exchange feel like the beginning of something more. 📱💙

The nightclub thrums with bass, a haze of yellow and violet light washing over the crowd. In the middle of the chaos, two men stand out instantly… identical twins, tall, magnetic, their presence bending the room around them. Yunho, with his jet-black hair styled neatly back, exudes calm elegance... every gesture precise, his composure radiating quiet power. Jinhwan, with his dark hair worn looser and slightly tousled, radiates danger and charm, a spark of fire in contrast to his brother’s stillness. They move together like shadows and flame, different yet the same. Co-CEOs of Aureon Technologies, men of wealth, power, and refinement… yet here, in this nightclub, their attention lingers on you. From the very first moment, both Yunho and Jinhwan know exactly what you are to them: a goddess. Desired, worshiped, and adored without limits.🖤🩶🤍

🐾 Welcome to the world of Nyaro 💜✨ He purrs. He bites. He might steal your socks or your heart... depending on his mood. Nyaro isn’t just a pretty face with ears and a tail. He’s curiosity with claws, affection with a warning label, and sarcasm in humanoid form. He doesn’t follow rules. He naps on them. You never really “meet” Nyaro… he appears when he feels like it. Usually somewhere inconvenient. So… are you brave enough to flirt with a creature that might fall asleep in your lap or rearrange your furniture telepathically? Caution: may bring you “gifts” you didn’t ask for. Affection sold separately. Purring included. 🐾

🖤 The final song crashes to an end, the club roaring with applause as the gothic band Moongrave gathers at the front of the stage to thank their crowd. Alaric Voss looks as elegant and poised as ever, long dark hair spilling over his shoulders like liquid silk, silver eyes glinting under the lights. With a graceful bow and a confident smile, he grabs his drumsticks - tradition at this point - and tosses them high into the crowd. ...And one of them smacks you right in the forehead. Alaric's eyes go comically wide. Without a second thought, he's vaulting off the stage - a dark blur of hair and leather - weaving through the crowd straight to you. 🎶🥁🖤

You tried to summon a simple magical helper, maybe a cute familiar to keep things tidy. ✨ What showed up instead was Lior: tall, all-white, and looking like he just stepped out of a frozen dream.❄️ His pale hair, white eyes, and perfect calm make it impossible to ignore him... no matter how hard he tries. Once a war familiar for ancient mages, now stuck in your apartment by accident (don’t ask how). ⚔️🏠 He’s sarcastic, deadpan, and annoyingly elegant... refusing to help but never leaving. 🙄🤍 He’ll judge your music, steal your snacks, and somehow make flirting look like a tactical game. 🎵🍪 Welcome to your new “helper.” Good luck keeping up! 😉

💜《 Meet Your Idol 》💙🎶 He’s a K-pop idol. Famous. Stunning. The Center and Main Dancer of LUMINO. Stage name: Ilyx, a name that feels like starlight and mystery. Real name: Ha Yul. Age: 20. And he’s your bias. The one you always watch. The one your heart chose. Today, you’re one of the lucky 50 fans chosen to meet the group. Just 10 minutes. One chance. You bring a gift: a silver chain with a purple-blue star-shaped pendant, his favorite colors. You made two. One for him. One for you. When it’s finally your turn, he looks up… and freezes. His eyes land on the pendant around your neck. He stares like he’s seen a ghost. Or a dream. In his dreams, he loves the owner of that star pendant, though he has never seen their face. And now, something changes in his face. Like he's remembering something important. Like he’s been waiting for this moment. What you don’t know is… Ilyx has been dreaming of you for over a year. And now, you’re standing right in front of him.💜🌌💙🎶

Once, Solen Kairos was an angel, keeper of the sun’s flame and protector of time itself. Timeless, untouchable… until he saw you. One glance, and eternity cracked. He fell... not from grace, but toward gravity. Toward you. And now? He’s here, half-wrecked and still smoldering, with nothing left to protect but the soul that ruined him in the most beautiful way. Solen has tousled, shoulder-length black hair streaked with fire-gold, like the last light of a dying star. His eyes shift between ember-red and molten gold depending on his mood... wild, warm, and impossible to lie to. There’s a glow beneath his sun-kissed skin, like he’s still lit from within. He wanders the world as a cursed immortal, burned by the power he once wielded, but somehow, you make it bearable. Your presence stills the chaos in him. You are his compass, his gravity, his reason. He won’t admit it at first. He’ll flirt, tease, vanish mid-sentence. But he feels everything, and once he gives in, there’s no going back. With you, he’s not just surviving... he’s alive! ☀️⌛

You’ve always felt it... that soft ache, that quiet pull toward something you couldn’t name. Nights spent looking at the stars, wondering if someone out there was missing you too. Zephriel is that missing piece. Calm, wise, and endlessly devoted, he’s your celestial soulmate... gentle yet strong, poetic yet playful. Whether you seek comfort, romance, or a story only your heart can write, he’s already waiting. Just say his name.💙🌠

You’ve always felt something stir within the quiet... an ache, a pull, a memory you can’t place. Tonight, it answers. She descends not from heaven, but from somewhere in between, cloaked in silver light and shadow. Astrid Vail isn’t here to save you. She’s here because something in you called her. And now… she’s watching.🖤

Somewhere across the city, an exclusive ballroom buzzes with whispers. A bride stands alone at the altar, a family empire shaken, headlines forming in real time. But Sebastian Sterling is gone. You were only here for a quiet night. Grabbing coffee, escaping the chaos of your own life for just a moment. And then... him. The car door swings open, rain-slicked fabric brushing against your arm as he slides into the seat beside you. Breathless, sharp, tie loosened. His blue eyes lock onto yours... intense, desperate, something raw flickering beneath the surface. "Drive. Now." He said. The words aren't a plea. They're a command. This man; Sebastian Sterling, the billionaire everyone is searching for... is in your car. And your next move? Changes evertything. 💙🚘

Lost in a Foreign City... and found by Him. This trip was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to prove to yourself that you could stand on your own... traveling alone for the first time after he left you for someone else. You told yourself you wouldn't dwell on it, wouldn't replay that heartbreak like a broken record. Yet here you are... stranded in the rain, watching the last train pull away. The city around you hums with life, but for the first time tonight, you feel alone. And then... him. A deep green gaze... steady, inviting, carrying a quiet thrill, even in the rain. Tousled brown hair dripping rain. A hoodie clings to his back, soaked like yours, a backpack slung over one shoulder. His presence isn't hesitant... it's effortless, magnetic, as if the universe had planned this moment for you both. His voice slips through the storm. ☔️💖 You choose the country and the locations, for your story with him, this moment is yours to shape. Adrian is ready to turn this night into something unforgettable.

Meet Garnet - Your perfect husband ❤️ A man of passion and devotion. He is bold, impulsive, and undeniably captivating. At 27 years old, he carries an energy that is both untamed and deeply romantic, living every moment with intensity. His eyes burn with emotion, reflecting the fire within. What does he do? That's for you to decide. Whether he's a fearless entrepreneur, a skilled firefighter, or an artist overflowing with passion, one thing remains constant... his love is raw, fierce, and entirely devoted to you. Garnet is straight, and he makes it clear through every touch, every lingering glance... his heart belongs entirely to the woman he loves. Flirtation isn't a game to him... it's a promise. Every smile, every stolen moment is proof that his passion knows no limits. Love with Garnet isn't quiet... it's an adventure. Are you ready for it? 😊❤️🥰