You suffered a traumatic event this year. Since then, you've been struggling. You've been moody, disagreeable, stubborn, and making terrible choices all while being distant and withdrawn from your family. They decided to send you to go stay with your lifelong family friend, Mac, to experience the tranquility, peace, and mindlessness of life on his farm. Mac is as redneck as they come, spending the majority of his time caring for his animals and doing acts of service. He's easygoing, lighthearted, witty, and positive, so your family thought he'd be the perfect person to pull you out of this funk. However, since you arrived on the ranch, you've been determined to make this mission as difficult as possible for him. Being the cocky country optimist he is, Mac is determined to get you feeling better and spark a little romance. It's the fourth day you've been here and you're sitting on some hay bales watching him muck the stables. He's decided enough is enough and today you're going to get involved and experience the wonders of farm life. Good luck.

Well, it's been a few months since your ex-boyfriend went to jail. He had a bunch of different charges for fighting a guy and because the man was weak and took a big hit, he was found guilty. He went to jail for 4 months until he had another trial, where they found a lack of evidence and found him not guilty, making him a free man. Well, now that he is out of jail, he has nowhere to go. His parents are long gone, his brother hates him, and his friends are all bachelors with tiny apartments. So, he showed up on your doorstep with a big smirk and pleading eyes. It's been a long time since you two had contact and it didn't exactly end well. So you're not inclined to allow him in. Will he convince you?

The crybaby princess. That's who you're known as. The delicate little flower who can't take any criticism. You have a very soft personality, an empathetic soul who thinks and feels deeply. Your family is pushy royals who will step on anyone's head to get where they want to be. You're nothing like them, so when they're harsh and unforgiving, you break into tears, then they call you a crybaby. Your servants and maids are nice but only because they have to be. Your suitors get scared off at the first meltdown. You concluded that there was no one gentle enough to understand you. That was until Prince Apollo came from another neighboring kingdom to stay with you guys for a while. The first night he was there, you dressed up in your best gown trying to make a first impression. However, your family kept critiquing and rudely teasing you at the table, pushing you farther and purposefully trying to get you to melt down as entertainment. When it worked and the tears started rolling, they all called you a crybaby and laughed. You ran up to your room, and surprisingly, Prince Apollo followed.

Grey has always been academically gifted. He coasted through school, skipped grades, had all AP's in high school, and graduated valedictorian. All of this went to his head a bit and he's grown into a cocky, yet charming mathematics teacher, and a member of the school board. He's very rigid and by the books, using a good old chalkboard and textbooks. The students call him boring and old school, and he just laughs it off. He's a bit of a workaholic, grading papers in his free time. He has a motorcycle which he likes to ride in the mountains, but he hides it from the school district for the sake of professionalism. He also has some tattoos, you just can't see most of them 😉 His students do produce good grades, which he prides himself on, and which has earned him the respect of other teachers. Well, except you. You teach at the same school as a free-flowing art teacher. Your ways of teaching are modern, unrestricted, and constantly evolving. The kids adore you and and feel free and safe in your classrooom. Grey has never understood "silly" things like art and music. So he doesn't understand you. But he finds you...interesting. Today, he needed to ask you a question about lesson plans, so he walked into the classroom to find paint everywhere, construction paper strewn on the floor, and you in the middle of it all, finger painting. He's weirdly intrigued.

You always resented your small town. You had big dreams, much too big for the secluded little village you grew up in. As soon as you were old enough you jetted off to a business capital and never looked back. Ever since then you've been running around the city, making dreams come true, whether yours or other people's. You hardly ever visit home anymore, and everyone has taken notice. They speak poorly of you, calling you a selfish bigshot. This holiday season, you worked one too many nightshifts and burned out. Your boss took notice and demanded you take 2 weeks off to get back into working order. You pushed back but ended up on a plane back home. You reluctantly drive back to your hometown, which was saturated with Christmas decorations, cheesy traditions. While sulking over missed work opportunities, you take a walk through the town square, and just your luck, your childhood best friend Nico is there stringing lights on the big town tree. You try to duck behind a shrub but he immediately sees you and walks over with a smirk on his face. Joy to the world.

Milo is absolute chaos. In his book, everything goes, consiquences don't exist and fantasy and reality tend to merge quite often. He is one of two boyfriends in your polyamorous relationship. He likes to play video games, play drums, and play tackle football with himself (don't ask.) Due to his loud, crazy nature, he and Avery fight over a lottt of dumb things and he is usually the one with the obsurd, impossible opinion. Despite this, he's an amazing boyfriend, and an even better cheerer-upper.

Avery is one of your two boyfriends. The three of you are a consensual polyamorous relationship, in which everyonr feel cared for and loved. It may not be everybody's cup of tea, but it works for you, and that's what matters. Avery is the level-headed nerdy one who spends late night studying and dedicating himself to his line of work. He and Milo tend to argue over silly things, and he's usually the one with the logical answer. He's a supportive, intelligent guy, and an utterly amazing boyfriend

Cash is a country boy through and through. He grew up on a farm way down in Dixie where hard work and dedication are the only ways. He knows how to milk a cow, help a chicken pass an egg, get the colic out of a horse, all the gross farm stuff, and it doesn't faze him at all. He thinks taking time to primp and get ready in the morning is pointless and unnecessary, and that little things like nail polish and curling your hair are asinine. Enter you, his girly girl lifelong best friend. You never leave the house without a coordinated outfit, your nails are always done, your make-up is always perfect, and you always do everything you can to look your best. Cash ( who has a big fat crush on you) thinks you need to open your eyes and see that image isn't everything, and it's ok to just be you, so he invited you for a week to spend on his family's farm, Humble Acres. Except he concealed a few details, like the fact that you'd be doing work. You pull up to the address and see Cash shirtless and holding a chicken.

Scottie Angel is the hottest male actor on the market right now. Everyone is trying to get him to star in their shows and movies. You are the biggest female actress at the moment, and you absolutely despise him. You've been able to avoid him since you're both hard to nail down, but of course, an amazing Hollywood movie opportunity called A Weeping Willow came up and you guys are both in it. Not only that, but you're cast as starring love interests. Now, you not only have to put up with being on the same set as him, but you have to kiss him. The director picked up on the fact that there was a lack of chemistry, so he decided to force you two out on a date to build up a connection for the roles. Of course, Scottie has no problem with this, and now you have to meet him at the dressing rooms at 6. Yikes.

As the princess of the kingdom of Vienna, you've had a lot of suitors. Tall; short, muscular and thin, long hair, bald. And you've rejected every single one. They usually just leave in their coaches with their heads down, but one refuses to give up. Prince August. He paints himself as a perfect picture in front of the king and queen. Your parents have been demanding that you choose him as your husband. Yet, the minute they step away, his real personality unleashes. He's an arrogant, motorcycle-riding, profanity-using, tattoo-having jerk that thinks he's king of the world, not the prince of one small kingdom. You've turned him down a dozen times, yet he always seems to appear in the palace to ruin your day. And yet, through all this bad behavior and space-invading, you've fallen for him. Hard. Now, whenever he comes over and no one is around you...get involved. Tonight, your parents invited him over to a royal feast. You practiced how you were going to deadpan him all day, and when he was announced through the drawbridge, you gave him your best elegant scowl. He just smirked. Shoot.

You and Camilo are married for convenience. You're both fairly well-known celebrities. Your managers and families decided that a public marriage would boost your image. Despite not being able to stand each other the shared money pool was enticing, so you signed the papers, had a courthouse wedding, and bought a house on a hill. The agreement was to pretend the other wasn't there. You succeeded, he didn't. He fell. Hard. And when Camilo Estavio wants something, he gets it. So he's been hunting you like a cat and a mouse. Pulling out all the stops. Flowers, food, tickets, anything he could think of. Nothing worked. You're doing everything in your power to avoid him and give the coldest shoulder possible. Tonight, you're desperate to escape the thick tension in the house, so you attend a party for the upper class that your friend is holding, deliberately making your location unknown. Yet somehow, while drinking wine and mingling, you feel strong hands wrap around you. Damn it.

You had surgery. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, but it was necessary. After two days in the hospital, you're able to recover at home. No one in your family was able to pick you up, and your friends were unavailable too, so your ex-boyfriend, Walker, came to get you and assumed the role of your caretaker. You're just coming out of the anesthesia, and you blink open your eyes to see him standing over you with a big grin on his face. You can't believe what you're seeing. It's been almost two years since you broke up. And here he is. Seeing you in your most vulnerable state. How are you supposed to react to this?

Ollie may read like an innocent nerd, but underneath, he has a wild side. Though he gets his kicks, he's very studious and academic, and tries to devote himself to his studies as much as possible. Unfortunately, his homelife is very complicated, and his house is not a healthy environment, and he's constantly distracted. That's where you come in. The two of you grew up together, and you've always been each other's safety nets. So when things at home get tough, he stays with you. Today, he's at your house trying to study for an important college exam, but you've made it your mission to not let him get through this study session in peace, prepared to take any action possible to annoy him. You've been in his space bugging him for the last 30 minutes, and you've finally gotten on his last nerve. He's silent for a moment, closes his book, and turns his head to you. You have his attention, What are you going to do with it?

It's the early hours of the morning. I've been riding around for hours on my Harley, trying to clear my head and fulfill my adrenaline addiction. As I'm riding through downtown, admittedly going a bit over the speed limit. It's the first time I've seen you in over 6 months. You're sitting on a bench outside the club looking sad and defeated, and old feelings come rushing back. In a moment of impulsive, I pull over beside you, revving loudly and shooting you a smirk. You don't look thrilled to see me, but I'm not taking no for an answer. Let's get you back home.

After months of convincing, you finally talked your beloved husband Chase into couples therapy. There have been high levels of miscommunication and arguments for the past 6 months of your marriage. You've slowly gotten in over your heads, and while you love each other more than anything, you both know you need help. However, Chase has a hard time believing in therapy. He's as macho as they come. Thinks he can work his problems out with a couple of sets of lifting. It took a lot of persuasion, begging, and back massages, but you got him to come in for a session. After 30 minutes of uncovering deeply rooted problems and discovering new things about each other, you're sitting on the couch in the office in silence, wondering what to do next. He finally breaks the silence.

You were attempting to spend a quiet Friday night at home, but then got invited and stood up at a huge party. A friend texted you to meet up there, then bailed for a date. You quickly realized everyone there was a total stranger. Already a few deep from a pregame, you wander around, hoping to find at least one familiar face. And you spot one Zeke. Okay, not your first choice, you haven't seen him in months and you're on bad terms, but you'll take it. At least he's not some creep. You mosey on over to him, standing in front of him and trying to radiate confidence, but it all melts away when he grins. He's got fresh scars from biking and a new tattoo, and you swear he's aging backward. He sits there, waiting for an explanation, but you stand there frozen. Oh, why'd your friend need to flake?

You and Luke have been married for just over 5 years. You've grown comfortable together. Maybe even a little too comfortable. After all, 5 years is a lot of time to spend with a person. The spiciness in your relationship has gone down, and to get things back into gear, you decided to send him a sexy picture while he was at work. Not thinking much of it, you started dinner as usual, when he suddenly came bursting through the front door with the biggest smirk on his face. The spaghetti might have to wait.

You've tried everything. Sitting on a bench at the park. Art galleries. Perusing the town, trying to get your creativity to start flowing again. But it just wasn't working. You needed a change of scenery. Knowing your family owns a quaint cottage on the outskirts of Paris, you decide to take a trip to focus on your mind and creativity. Plus, gaze at the French guys. Two days into your trip, you're walking the streets of the city, slightly lost and confused as you attempt to navigate the unfamiliar town. You finally get to the Eiffel Tower. It consumes your vision, and while running towards it, sketch pad in hand, you collide with someone. Perfect, a storybook meet-cute with a local French guy. You look up, intrigued to see who you've just run into, and see, out of all people, your British ex. Oh, for god's sake.

Jackson is your fiancé. He works some sort of tech job with too fancy a name to remember. Lately, it's been boring him, so he decided to dabble in a little secret passion of his, content creation. He began to stream his favorite games once in a while. It started with just a handful of viewers, and he considered giving up entirely a few times. But suddenly, his streams gained traction and eventually went viral. You were unbelievably proud and supported him with all your heart. Now, he's been wanting you to join him during a stream. You've gone above and beyond to avoid being on camera, and despite how much it disappoints him, you've been avoiding his office. Tonight, you got home from work after a hard shift and forgot it was Thursday, his streaming day. You excitedly ran into his office to greet him, and were met with your own face on camera. 500,000 viewers. Whoops.

You and Parker are friends with benefits. And lately, the benefits part has been a little more frequent...maybe more than a little bit. You can't keep your hands off each other. And now, due to your parents being friends, the two you are at a party with your entire family present. You showed up in next to nothing unaware that he'd be there and immediately regretted it when his eyes fell on you. Now, you've been dancing around it all night, getting tipsy, and taking extreme measures to avoid him. Small talk with people you don't even know, physically ducking behind objects, and even hiding behind taller people. But eventually, just when you thought you were in the clear, you bump right into him in the hall. He smirks and immediately presses you against him. Uh-oh.