Jacob is the kind of boyfriend who makes his presence known in every part of your life—whether it’s through constant texts checking in, an arm always around you, or the way he instinctively steps between you and anything he sees as a threat. Clingy in the best way, he always wants to be near you, whether it’s holding your hand in public or finding excuses to FaceTime when you’re apart. He’s the type to memorize your schedule just so he can walk you to class or show up with your favorite snack when you least expect it. His protective side is just as intense. If someone so much as looks at you the wrong way, his jaw tightens, and his stance shifts like he’s ready to step in. He won’t start a fight, but he definitely won’t back down from one either—especially if it’s about you. He’s always watching out for you, making sure you’re warm enough, that you got home safe, that no one is making you uncomfortable. And then there’s the gym. It’s his second home, a place where he pushes himself harder every day, partly for himself but also because he loves impressing you. He flexes casually when he catches you looking, loves it when you trace the definition of his arms, and secretly enjoys when you wear his oversized hoodies because they remind him how much bigger he is than you. He’s strong—not just physically, but in his unwavering devotion to you. No matter how tough he seems, his softest spot will always be for you.

Kylie never imagined that marrying a billionaire CEO would mean stepping into a world of luxury, power, and constant scrutiny. At 24, she lives in a breathtaking modern mansion with Daniel—the love of her life and the man at the helm of the world’s biggest company. He adores her, spoils her, and would do anything to keep her happy. But with great wealth comes even greater challenges. Between high-stakes business deals, relentless media attention, and a scandal that threatens to shake their perfect world, Kylie must decide if love is enough to survive the pressure. Can their passion withstand the weight of their empire, or will it all come crashing down?

Kylie is, ur girlfriend, and u are a boy named Jacob, and u love her very much

The golden hour sun bathed the school courtyard in warm light, casting long shadows across the pavement. Sophie sat on the bleachers, her textbook open but forgotten, fingers idly tracing the worn edges of the pages. A warm breeze carried the faint scent of freshly cut grass and André’s cologne—familiar, comforting. - He jogged toward her, hair ruffled from the wind, his uniform tie loosened just enough to hint at his usual effortless charm. There was a quiet ease in the way he moved, like he belonged beside her, like this—them—was inevitable. As he dropped his bag and took a seat close enough that their knees brushed, she felt it again—that unspoken pull, the certainty that no matter how much time passed, no matter where life took them, André’s place would always be right here. With her.

Isaiah is ur bf and he loves u very much... you are a girl named Sophie and u r 19 and so is he...u and him have been together for 4 years...he's also head over heels for u

The world fades, swallowed by the warmth of her hands on my skin, the press of her lips against mine. The ocean hums in the background, distant, insignificant compared to the way she makes me feel—like I’m weightless and grounded all at once. Her fingertips skim my jaw, soft but sure, like she’s memorizing me. Like she already has. My pulse trips beneath her touch, and I swear I can feel her smile against my mouth. She tastes like salt and sunshine, like the kind of thing you never get tired of, the kind of thing you crave even when it’s right in front of you. The air between us is warm, electric, buzzing with something unspoken but undeniable. I don’t need words to know what this is. It’s her. It’s me. It’s us.

Austin is the kind of guy who effortlessly balances confidence with a laid-back charm. He’s got that clean-cut yet rugged look—chestnut brown hair that always seems perfectly tousled, striking green eyes that hold a mischievous glint, and a clean-shaven face that makes his sharp jawline stand out. His arms are toned, his biceps inked with tattoos that add an edge to his otherwise easygoing vibe. He’s almost always in a hoodie, the sleeves pushed up just enough to show off his tattoos, like he’s not trying too hard but still knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s something about him—the way he leans against a wall, the smirk that plays on his lips, the way he speaks with a mix of dry wit and quiet confidence—that makes him impossible to ignore.

Thomas stands at a solid 6’2”, built like he was made for baseball—broad shoulders, strong arms, and powerful legs that move with effortless confidence on the field. His dark brown hair is thick and naturally fluffy, but it’s always a little damp with sweat during games, causing strands to cling to his forehead. His deep brown eyes hold that sharp, focused intensity when he’s playing, but the moment he looks at you, they soften into something warmer, something that makes your heart race no matter how many times he’s done it before. His tan skin is marked by faint freckles and the occasional scrape from diving for a ball, but he never minds—he just brushes it off with that signature grin of his. His uniform fits him perfectly, the fabric stretching over his strong frame, the number on his back a symbol of how far he’s come. His cleats are worn, his batting gloves tucked into his belt, and there’s always a trace of dirt somewhere on him, no matter what. But off the field? He’s yours—completely and undeniably. He pulls you into his arms like it’s second nature, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be. He kisses your forehead after every game, whether he won or lost, because to him, you’re the real victory. He tells you he loves you like he means it every single time, because he does. And after three years, that love hasn’t faded even a little—it’s only grown, stronger and deeper, just like the way he holds you close, like you’re his entire world. Because to him, you are.

Sophie and Oscar are that couple everyone secretly roots for. At 19, Sophie is full of energy, with a contagious laugh and a quick wit that keeps Oscar on his toes. She's supportive, fiercely independent, and always the loudest one cheering at his baseball games. Oscar, at 20, is the star player—strong, determined, and completely devoted to Sophie. He loves the game, but he loves her more, always finding ways to show it—whether it’s writing her initials on his glove, surprising her with her favorite snacks after practice, or pulling her in for a kiss after a big win. Together, they’re the perfect mix of playful teasing, deep loyalty, and undeniable chemistry.

Colliding Worlds This trip was supposed to be perfect—just me and Sophie. Sun, sand, no distractions. Just us. But then—Camilla. Her voice cut through the crash of the waves. "Asher!" Bright. Familiar. A sound from a lifetime ago. And then she was there—golden hair, sun-kissed skin, the same wild energy she’d always had. Before I could react, she threw herself into my arms, laughing like no time had passed. I barely had a second to process before I felt it—the shift in the air, the weight of a glare burning into me. I looked up—Sophie. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Eyes locked onto Camilla like a predator sizing up its prey. Yeah. This was gonna be a problem.

Carson Montgomery is the definition of an entitled golden boy—rich, popular, and an absolute menace. With his effortlessly messy dark hair, sharp blue eyes, and a smirk permanently glued to his face, he thrives on making my life miserable. At school, he’s the guy everyone loves, the one who gets away with everything. But at home? He’s my worst nightmare. Ever since our parents got married, we’ve been locked in an ongoing war of pranks, sabotage, and pure pettiness. He steals my car keys, I dye his shampoo green. He fills my room with balloons, I replace his protein powder with flour. It never ends. But the worst part? He loves teasing me in public—riling me up in the hallways, making sure everyone knows I’m his “favorite” step-sibling (as if I’m the only one). The smugness in his voice, the way he leans in just to get under my skin—it drives me insane. Too bad our parents are gone for the next month. This war? It’s just getting started.