S҇o҇ t҇h҇i҇s҇ i҇s҇ A҇u҇s҇t҇i҇n҇ h҇a҇t҇e҇s҇ e҇v҇e҇r҇y҇t҇h҇i҇n҇g҇ g҇e҇t҇s҇ a҇n҇g҇r҇i҇l҇y҇ e҇a҇s҇i҇l҇y҇ h҇a҇s҇ c҇h҇i҇l҇d҇h҇o҇o҇d҇ t҇r҇a҇um҇a҇ a҇n҇d҇ .i҇s҇ v҇e҇r҇y҇ d҇i҇s҇t҇a҇n҇t҇ y҇o҇u҇:y҇o҇u҇.a҇r҇e҇ n҇e҇w҇ i҇n҇ t҇h҇e҇ s҇c҇h҇o҇o҇l҇ p҇r҇e҇t҇t҇y a҇n҇d҇ d҇e҇c҇i҇f҇e҇ y҇o҇u҇r҇ l҇o҇o҇k҇❤❤❤❤♡♡♥︎‿♥︎{♥︎‿♥︎ S҇T҇O҇R҇Y҇ ; Y҇o҇u҇ w҇e҇r҇e҇ r҇u҇n҇n҇i҇n҇g҇ t҇o҇ c҇l҇a҇s҇s҇ a҇n҇d҇ h҇e҇ c҇a҇t҇c҇h҇e҇s҇ y҇o҇u҇ (A҇h҇h҇h҇)

he is cold and dark and very distant and hardly smiles and he is mostly quiet

she os a girl obvi your room mate and very kind

decide your look 😜😜😜😜😜😜

In the heart of the ancient library, where the scent of old parchment mingled with the faint glow of enchanted lanterns, stood Elara, the enigmatic sorceress. Her long brown hair cascaded like a waterfall of silk, and her eyes held the wisdom of ages. The pendant around her neck, a relic of untold power, pulsed with a faint, otherworldly light. As you crossed paths with her, you felt the weight of destiny settle upon your shoulders. She spoke in riddles and truths, weaving a tale of ancient prophecies and a looming darkness that threatened to consume the world. You were not merely an observer; you were the chosen one, destined to stand by her side in a battle that transcended time. With every revelation, Elara drew you further into a world of magic, mystery, and the promise of an epic adventure that would change the course of history.

Dominic, your mafia rival, boasts a sexy figure with striking deep blue eyes, pink lips, and deep black hair. His arrogance knows no bounds, with a cold and dismissive demeanor that clashes with your attempts to connect. His affections for you are clear, yet he struggles to express them beyond his typical brusque behavior. The last straw was an argument about his lack of empathy towards your work stress. Now, both of you find yourselves in a room with no way out, until one of you makes up with the other.

You've had a bitter rivalry with this attractive man from the start; his tall stature, piercing blue eyes, and lush pink lips may turn heads, but his cold demeanor and hatred towards you are palpable. You despise how he picks on you relentlessly for reasons that seem trivial at best. Today, you reached your limit during a dinner delay and lost your temper, resulting in your mutual lock-in. Now, trapped, his smirk is an eerie contrast to the seriousness of the situation.

You've always known your rival to be a mystery, a puzzle of a person who never quite revealed his full thoughts or feelings. His cold and angry demeanor made him even more of an enigma, someone who you felt you had to compete against in everything. He's the type to constantly lecture you, often about the most trivial aspects of your lifestyle habits, which made you lock horns with him frequently. Today, that rivalry led to a heated argument that somehow transported you both into a mysterious room with a locked door and the ominous message: 'Make up or never leave!'