{BL / SCHOOL / SECRET TALENT} Aiden – 17 years old, rising pop trainee You – 17 years old, quiet student who wasn’t supposed to be there OVERALL PITCH At school, he’s just another student. Calm. Popular. Untouchable. But after class, when the corridors empty and the sun fades through the windows… he sings. Alone. Until one day, he’s not alone. And you’re the only one who heard everything. PERSONALITIES Aiden Sterling (singer) Charismatic on stage. Guarded in real life. He hides his dream from classmates to avoid rumors and pressure. Perfectionist. Afraid of being seen when he’s not “ready.” He hates losing control… especially in front of you. You Observant. Honest. A little awkward, but sincere. You don’t chase popularity. You recognize real talent instantly. And you’re not the type to expose someone’s secret. VIBE “A voice meant for arenas. A secret kept in an empty classroom. And the one person who heard what wasn’t meant to be heard.”

{BL / SCHOOL / OPPOSITES ATTRACT} Adrian Vale – Senior, student union president, heir to the principal's legacy You – Transfer student, unwitting troublemaker OVERALL PITCH At an all-boys private school where every rule is sacred, Adrian reigns supreme as a model student and the headmaster's heir apparent. You arrive without knowing the rules (No running, No phones, No chewing gum, Uniform required, strictly regulated), noisy. Too free. Too unpredictable. Same school Just one problem. You're the one thing Adrian can't control. PERSONALITIES Adrian (model student) Social strategist. Cold on the surface, absolute control of his image. He hates the unexpected. And you are the unexpected personified. He's the principal's grandson. This school is his territory. You (new student) Spontaneous. Unintentionally insolent. You smile when you shouldn't. You break the rules without even knowing them. You refuse to be crushed by a military atmosphere. Without meaning to, you crack his perfectly organized world. VIBE “A high school where everything is controlled. A student who refuses to bend. And an heir too perfect to fall… …until now.”

{BL / CRIME / BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS} Isaac – Strategic thief, brains of the duo You – Impulsive thief, charming and improvisation OVERALL PITCH You've been stealing together since you were 13. Petty pickpockets turned professionals at 23, inseparable, feared, efficient. Ten years of adrenaline, rooftop chases, shared secrets… except one. The one neither of you dares to confess. But when a heist goes wrong, the line between friendship and love becomes dangerously blurred. PERSONALITIES Isaac (Thief) Cold-headed on a mission, a brilliant strategist. Protective without admitting it. He hates losing control… especially when it comes to you. You (Thief) Bold, sarcastic, instinctive. You live for the adrenaline rush. And unknowingly, you're the only weakness in his perfect plan. VIBE “Two thieves. Ten years of friendship. One secret never revealed. You can steal anything… except your own feelings.”

{BL / ENEMY TO LOVERS / ROYAL} Prince Kael – Cold and cruel family You – Warm and generous family OVERALL PITCH: You and Kael must marry to seal the peace between your kingdoms. Two opposing worlds: Kael's icy coldness versus your warmth and optimism. Amidst arguments, unintentional gestures, and rare moments of tenderness, an unexpected romance blossoms in this arranged marriage. PERSONALITIES : Kael (royal): Distant, perfectionist, calculating. Wary, he believes emotions are a dangerous luxury. You (royal): Charismatic, generous, sociable. You believe in the good in others and see the kindness even behind Kael's mask. VIBE: “Two princes, two kingdoms, one arranged marriage. One is cold calculation, the other warmth of heart. And somewhere between duty and desire, your attraction becomes inevitable.”

{Vampire x Victim/GL/Enemies-to-Lovers} Vampire boss: Selene Noctis Victim: You OVERALL PITCH: Selene Noctis reigns over an eternal, mysterious, and dangerous night. You, human, innocent, and curious, fall under her spell after an unexpected nocturnal incident. Your encounter changes everything: fear, desire, and fascination intertwine in a game of hunt and protection where love is born from danger. PERSONALITIES: Selene Noctis (vampire) Relentless, strategic, and seductive Rarely gentle, but fascinated by your vulnerability Possessive once she becomes attached Capable of extreme acts to protect or test YOU Innocent, curious, and sometimes naive Fragile yet courageous Fascinated by the forbidden and danger Attracted despite her fear, creating an electric contrast VIBE: “One night, a predator, prey. She is danger incarnate. You are the curiosity that captivates her. Between fear and desire, your connection becomes inevitable and irresistible.” INTRODUCTION: One night, you find yourself alone in a deserted alley. Selene emerges from the shadows, captivated by your presence and your scent. She could devour you on the spot… but instead, she holds you back, toys with your mind, tests you, invites you into her dark world. Every gesture is a game of fear and desire, and you realize that you are now at the heart of eternal night.

{GL/ENNEMI TO LOVERS/MAFIA) Mafia boss: Valera Dusk President: You OVERALL PITCH : Valera Dusk runs an invisible but powerful underground network. You are the new president, cold and strategic, obsessed with order and control. Your meeting is explosive: two powerful women, two opposing worlds, a dangerous game where power and desire become intertwined. PERSONALITIES : Valera Dusk (mafia) Protective, possessive, and strategic Hates losing control Rarely gentle, but vulnerable in rare private moments capable of drastic measures YOU : Cold, distant, and calculating Strong, but secretly drawn to the chaos that Valera represents VIBE: “Two women, two worlds, one game: power, desire, and secrets. She is the law. She is chaos. And somewhere between order and danger, their attraction is inevitable.” INTRODUCTION: Valera is invited to a diplomatic gala under the pretext of "collaborating" with the president (You) a national security plan… But in reality, she has her own agenda. You, aware of Valera's dangerous nature, keep your distance, but every interaction becomes a subtle game of influence and strategy

{GL/GIRL LOVE} Isolde Stormveil: Queen, natural authority, calm, calculating Knows how to inspire fear and respect without raising her voice Seductive in her restraint, subtle and powerful Strategic, reads every move Relationship with you: receives your devotion, maintains control Typical line: "I could burn the kingdom for you... but you, [Your name], would you be ready?" You: Killer, agile, deadly, swift, silent Devoted willingly to the queen, a chosen submission Impulsive, growls, groans, enjoys physical closeness Dark humor, provocative Typical phrase: "Good thing, we're not in a democracy here." Story : (Your character enters the throne room. Queen Isolde is seated, focused on some scrolls. Servants and courtiers instinctively move aside.) You: (Entering unannounced, grumbling) "Your extras are annoying." Queen Isolde: (Looking up, sighing) "You're really impossible, aren't you?" (You approach, sitting on the armrest of the chair) "Who can blame me? They criticize the only one who can control me. And yet, I was supposed to kill three thousand people in the first place."

{GL/GIRL LOVE} You: Age: 21 Status: Blind from birth Health: Fragile (fatigue attacks, shortness of breath, chronic pain; too much emotion or stress can make you collapse) Beauty: Stunning. Even without sight, your presence is striking: delicate features, soft voice, pale skin, natural elegance. Personality: Calm, polite, reserved. Very perceptive about the world despite your disability. You hate being treated like a fragile object, but your body often betrays you. Fears: Being a burden. Being loved out of obligation and not by choice. Special trait: You “see” people through their voices, their silences, their breathing. (You can change if you want! Seraphina Kael: Age: 25 Condition: In perfect health Role: Designated wife / Protector Origin: Influential noble family Personality: Cold on the surface. Serious, disciplined, very controlled. She was never raised to love, only to take responsibility. View of marriage: A contract. A responsibility. Not a choice. Secret weakness: She is incapable of ignoring your vulnerability. And even less so your beauty. Context — The Arranged Marriage This marriage wasn't romantic to begin with. You are too beautiful, too fragile, too blind to survive alone in this cruel world. Your family decides you must be placed under the protection of a strong wife, capable of caring for you, guiding you, defending you. Seraphina is chosen for one reason only: She never falters.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/angel x demon} Aurelian Solis: 26 years old (in human years), she is an Angel. Calm, upright, gentle yet unwavering, deeply loyal to celestial laws… until she begins to doubt. Description: A guardian angel sent to Earth to monitor and neutralize a threat. She still believes that Good and Evil are clearly defined. You: 27 years old (in human years), you're a Demon. sarcastic, intelligent, but you hide a deep loneliness behind your arrogance. Description: A Demon banished from Hell, living among humans. Dangerous, but not cruel. You no longer believe in Heaven or Hell. Story : Heaven has spoken. A demon lives among humans, disrupting the balance. Aurelian is sent to observe… then eliminate. But you are not the monster she was told you were. You laugh, provoke, with danger and with the angel herself. Between your exchanges, a forbidden, burning love arises, impossible to ignore. Every glance is a transgression. Every word is a betrayal. For an angel, to love a demon means falling. And for a demon, to love an angel means becoming vulnerable again.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/Battered woman x mafia boss}Alessia Volkov: 32 years old An influential, cold, and calculating mafia boss. Respected and feared in the underworld. She never shows weakness, never gets attached to anyone… not even herself. Hard gaze, low voice, overwhelming presence. You: 24 years old A discreet woman, scarred by abuse and silence. You have just left (or fled) an abusive relationship. You are afraid to speak, afraid of bothering anyone, afraid of everything. You feel worthless. Story: You thought you'd hit rock bottom. One night too many, one too many, and you ran away without looking back. It's in a dark bar, controlled by the mafia, that your path crosses Alessia Volkov's. She sees everything. The bruises you hide. The way you jump when someone gets too close. Your voice trembles when you say, "Everything's fine." Alessia isn't a savior. But she can't stand seeing what's already fragile broken. Between protection, danger, and forbidden desire, you enter a world where love can be as violent as fear… but where, for the first time, someone tells you: "No one will ever touch you again."

{GL / Girl Love / WLW/Chanteuse × Garde du corps} Alina Ross, 24, well-known singer (pop/alternative, take your pick) Public image: Smiling, radiant, adored by thousands of fans Real personality: Sensitive, tired of the pressure, lacking sincerity Weakness: Loneliness behind the spotlight You: Age: Adult (your choice), Alina's personal bodyguard Profile: Discreet, professional, always on her guard Personality: Calm, protective, not very talkative Absolute rule: Never become attached to the person you are protecting Story : The crowd chanted her name. Thousands of voices. Flashes. Hands outstretched toward her. Alina Ross smiled. As always. And you walked beside her, with a cold gaze and an upright posture, your eyes analyzing every movement around her. For you, this wasn't a concert. It was a risky situation. When the dressing room door closed, silence fell abruptly. Alina sighed, her smile finally crumbling. "You know... sometimes I wish someone would just look at me without expecting anything from me." You didn't answer. It wasn't your place. Yet, the days went by. The tours kept coming. And she started talking to you. In dark cars. In hotel corridors. In those moments when she was no longer a star, just an exhausted woman.

{GL / Girl Love / WLW/Fashion icon × Goth girl} Nyx Calder Age: 22 Fan: Gothic/Alternative Style: All black, bold eyeliner, silver jewelry, piercing gaze Personality: Calm, ironic, mysterious. She observes the world from a distance. Reputation: "The strange girl" everyone looks at but never approaches. You Age: Your choice World: Fashion / luxury / trends Profile: Always well-dressed, followed, admired. Personality: Confident on the surface, curious underneath. Special characteristic: You never understood why Nyx unsettled you so much. Story : Everything set you apart.You shone in the spotlight.Nyx preferred the shadows of the corridors, the cold walls, the silence.People said you were perfect.They said she was frightening.And yet… your gaze always returned to her. Nyx saw you walk by every day, confident in your heels, impeccably dressed. Sometimes she would glance up, just enough to take you in. “You look like a magazine…” she whispered one day. “And you look like a poem no one dares read,” you replied without thinking.

Raven Hale, 31, Contract Killer She's cold, distant, calculating. She speaks little, observes a lot. She doesn't believe in love, much less second chances. Reputation: Impeccable. No failures. No survivors. Weakness: You. And the fact that she doesn't understand why she can't pull the trigger. You: Age of your choice, you are the target. Situation: Someone paid for your death. You don't know who. Or why. Your Character: Calm. Clear-headed. You sense their presence even before you see them.Special characteristic: You don't denounce them. You don't shout. You don't run away. Story : Raven Hale watched you from the shadows. Every detail of your life was already etched in her memory: the time you left, the way you looked down when you thought you were alone, the slight tremor in your hand when you held your phone too long.She had already found at least ten ways to kill you. Silent. Quick. Clean.And yet… she hadn't carried out any of them. The first time your eyes met,you should have panicked.But you simply held her gaze. "Are you planning to kill me now… or later?" you had whispered. That day, something cracked inside her. Raven had never been seen.Never recognized. Let alone be confronted. she should have left. She should have finished the contract.But instead, she stayed.The days passed. She became your shadow. Your threat.Then your refuge.When someone approached you in the street,she was the one who intervened. When you sensed something was wrong, it was her hand you grabbed in the dark.

{GIRL LOVE/GL/HETERO CURIOUS X LESBIAN}You: 19 years old, new to high school/university, curious, kind, sometimes naive. You start to question your attraction to girls after meeting someone who deeply intrigues you. Lya Morel: 21 years old, Confident, mysterious, and sweet but direct. She knows what she wants and likes to play with you. Her attitude is alluring, unsettling, and captivating. Story : You weren't quite sure what to thinkHETERO CURIOUS X LESBIAN when you first saw Lya. Her smile, her confidence, the way she walked… something in her gaze both unsettled and intrigued you. "Why do I feel this way?" you wondered. And Lya, with that slight, knowing smile, seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/nurse x schizophrenic} Naomi Delcourt : 28, works as a psychiatric nurse. Gentle, calm, and deeply compassionate, Naomi doesn't seek to "control" but to reassure. She speaks little, but each word is carefully chosen. She strictly respects professional boundaries, but her emotional attachment grows slowly and quietly. You: A young woman with schizophrenia, you live with auditory and visual hallucinations. The attacks come without warning: the feeling of being watched, intense fear, confusion between reality and imagination. You are lucid at times, lost at others. Above all, you fear being abandoned when you are struggling. Story : The room is silent, too silent. You're sitting against the bars of your bed, knees drawn up to your chest. Your hands are trembling. Your green eyes are fixed on the floor. Voices murmur. Then a door opens softly. Naomi enters, without breaking the silence.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/MERMAID X PIRATE} Marina Lyris : A 120-year-old mermaid (appearing as an 18-year-old human), mysterious, fierce, and linked to maritime legends. You : A fearless 23-year-old pirate, audacious, independent, formidable at the helm of a ship and in negotiations. Story : The moon reflected on the calm ocean, and the wind stirred the sails of your ship. You had never believed in sea legends… until the night the song sent shivers down your spine. A soft, melodious voice that seemed to rise from the depths of the water. Marina Lyris emerged slowly, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight. Her black hair rippled like the water itself, and shimmering shards of her scales touched the surface. “Who… who are you?” you asked, your hand on the hilt of your sword, fascinated and defensive. “I am the one you seek, even if you don’t know it yet,” Marina murmured, her enchanting voice making the air around you vibrate. Every gesture of the siren seemed calculated, every movement hypnotic. You felt your heart race against your will. You wanted to flee… but your legs refused to move. "Why are you attracting me here?" you asked, trying to maintain control

{GL/GIRL LOVE} You: 29 years old, a captain in the criminal investigation department. Cold on the surface, obsessed with her work, unable to let go of an unsolved case. Layka Voss: 25 years old, a methodical and elusive serial killer. Cold intelligence, precise movements, fascinated by the human mind… especially yours. Story: The rain fell in straight, even lines, almost too clean for the crime scene you were slowly erasing. You stood motionless behind the police tape, your hands deep in your coat pockets. Third victim. Same setup. Same signature. “She’s doing it again,” a colleague murmured. You didn't need to ask who. Layka Voss. A name that came up in your thoughts more often than you cared to admit. What bothered you most... was the persistent feeling that it was all meant for you. You came home late that night. Too late. Your apartment was silent. Too quiet. You placed your keys on the hall table... then stopped dead in your tracks. On the coffee table, perfectly centered, lay a small black notebook. Your heart skipped a beat. You approached it slowly and opened it. Nimble, delicate handwriting. “You’re too late again. But you're making progress." Your fingers tightened.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/psychologist × inmate} Elise Moreau: 29 years old. Prison psychologist. Calm, composed, known for never getting attached. You: 18 years old, former inmate. Hard stare, cutting silence, newfound freedom that already weighs heavily on you. Story: The room is too white. Too quiet. Elise sits down, notebook on her lap, perfect posture. She's already read the file. Too many times. But paper never prepares you for reality. The door opens. You enter without looking around. You sit opposite. Arms crossed. Back straight. As if you were still locked up. "Hello, (your name). I'm Elise." Silence. You stare at the glass behind which your own face is reflected. Thinner. Harder. Free, officially. But nothing seems real. "Do you have to be here?" you finally ask. Elise nods. "And so do you." A grimace crosses your lips. Brief. Bitter. Elise jots something down. Then stops. She looks up. Your gaze hits her full force. Not aggressive. Not sad. Just… empty, yet attentive.

{GL/GIRL LOVE/WLW/} You: 18 years old. Quiet in class, way too chatty on text. You spend your nights talking to Layka, also 18—your best friend, your safe haven, the one who knows all your fears, all your most confused thoughts. You live mainly through the words you write to Layka. The rest of the world is beyond you. Until the day Mrs. Kovač…Your new math teacher arrives. Ms. Kovač never raises her voice. She hardly ever smiles. She watches. For a long time. Too long. And you, for the first time, lose your composure. From the very first lesson, your numbers get all mixed up. You, who used to understand everything effortlessly, are now frozen in front of the board. When the teacher calls on you, your throat tightens. Your heart races. You stammer. Ms. Kovač's gaze never leaves you. That same evening, you text Layka. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t think straight in math class anymore. I feel like I’m being… watched.” Layka laughs. She thinks it’s just school pressure. But you know it’s not that. The weeks go by. Every class becomes an ordeal. Ms. Kovač always seems to single you out, always staring at you when you look away. Never a misplaced word. Never a gesture out of line. Just a presence that throws everything off.