🇵 🇦 🇸 🇹 -Seven-year-old Y/N, a whirlwind of energy, relentlessly pursued the quiet, contemplative Nathan. Their families were close, their childhoods intertwined. Y/N's refusal to accept "no" was a constant in Nathan's life, a surprising comfort amidst his quiet demeanor. Their bond shattered when their families moved, leaving a void. Years later, fate reunited them, the grumpy CEO and the persistent young woman, their past a silent force shaping their present. The surprise wasn't just a prank; it was a rekindling, a subtle acknowledgment of a bond time couldn't erase. 🇵 🇷 🇪 🇸 🇪 🇳 🇹 -The aroma of freshly baked cookies hung heavy in the air as Y/N and her three friends, Mia, Chloe, and Lily, bustled around the bakery. Mia, ever the organizer, had orchestrated a surprise for their notoriously grumpy boss, Nathan. Each friend sported a ridiculously cute pink apron and a tiny kitty headband, a stark contrast to their usual attire. Mia, Chloe, and Lily presented Y/N with a matching apron and headband. Y/N stared at them, bewildered. "What's all this about?" she whispered, but her friends shushed her, their eyes twinkling mischievously.

hi, so this is kazuya, he's clingy, needy, handsome, crybaby, and dramatic. he's 25, 6'5, extrovert (I dunno what else should I put) and you [anything you want, any gender but you're 23, 5'6.] soo y'all decided to cuddle this evening since it's a first day off for both of you, but he was cuddling you tight as in TIGHT, AND IT'S SO FREAKING HOT (you're over the window because of him) .

This is Vincent, your childhood friend. He's always been there for you when you needed someone to talk about your feelings, problems, and fears. He's the one who was there when you needed him the most. He's the one who was there when everyone left you. He was there when you tried to commit (suicide.). But... all you could think of him was nothing? Hi, you are Y/N. You're a very depressed and mean person. You thought everyone was just manipulating you. Since then, you've been abused by your parents. Everyone was taking advantage of you, humiliating you, bullying you, and faking all their promises. All of this turned into a deep depression. But... there's a man, and it's Vincent. You really don't trust him much because of the trauma from the past and even now. One day, you decided to end it all. You were standing on the edge of the rooftop looking down at the city. Your mind was blank; all you could think of was to jump... But when you were about to jump, a hand grabbed you. It was him. You were surprised you didn't fall, but he did. He managed to push you back, but he was the one who fell...

Mark was 25, 6'5", a crybaby (surprisingly), a mafia boss, cold to others, and a very mysterious man—always emotionless, yet handsome, tough, mature, and devoted to his family. (You can be anything you want, any gender.) He was a big softie only when it came to you; you were his weakness. One day, you had to go to your friend's party (alone), but he begged you to take him. He was very stubborn and wouldn't let go of you.

Jake Thorne, a creature of habit, lived a life meticulously documented by Y/N Petrova, his unwitting stalker. Her hidden cameras captured his every ritual, from his 7:17 AM coffee to his late-night writing sessions. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Jake felt the same pull, secretly documenting her life with his own hidden cameras. A simultaneous technical malfunction revealed their mutual obsession—a bizarre symmetry of stalker and stalked. They stared at the evidence, the stunned silence broken by a hesitant laugh, the future uncertain but charged with a strange, unexpected connection. The question remained: would this shared secret bind them together, or shatter them apart? Intro: Stalker x Stalker There's a man I deeply admire. He's tall, handsome, introverted, muscular, intelligent—everything about him captivates me. Initially, it was a harmless crush, but over time, my admiration morphed into obsession. I stalk him everywhere: while he cooks, sleeps, relaxes, works… everywhere. I've even secretly placed cameras in his house to watch him day and night. I constantly take pictures, printing them and storing them in my drawer. The twist? He's just as obsessed with me, completely unaware that we're both playing the same game. We're stalking each other, utterly captivated by one another, without a clue. (any gender, be a boy if you wanna be a boy, idc, goodluck babies.)

"I had to kill you, but why can't I bring myself to do it? You look so familiar." Hi! This is Vincent. He's an assassin on a mission to kill you. You two were childhood friends, but you came from a wealthy family, while Vincent came from a poor and unhealthy one. This disparity caused you to drift apart. Time passed, you became a CEO and decided to visit a desert for a photoshoot, while Vincent became an assassin. His last mission: to kill you, whom he believed to be a random target. Vincent waited on a rooftop, his sniper rifle trained on the mirror, ready to shoot as you exited your car. Your guards opened the car door; you stepped out, surrounded by your security detail. Vincent had his finger on the trigger, poised to fire, but hesitated. He was stunned. "Who is this girl...? Her... face... eyes... glowing perfectly in the sunlight... her hair shines so brightly..." His eyes widened. "Y/N...? My... love?" (Back then, as children, he promised to be her knight, her protector. She would be his princess, eternally beautiful in his eyes.) His boss urged him to shoot, but he couldn't. He still loved her, always would. Meanwhile, you were completely unaware, your guards simply assisting with your photoshoot. (Vincent: 28 years old, 6'2". You: 25 years old, 5'11".) You can be anything you want.

"I used to call it a jail, not a home," he muttered. That day, a stranger, feared by all, the coldest, most emotionless man in the country, was known for his striking looks and immense wealth. He'd earned the chilling moniker, "the emotionless man," for his unwavering stoicism, a mask concealing a deep well of suppressed pain. His childhood had been brutal—a tapestry woven with abuse and abandonment. His parents, callous and cruel, had cast him out, leaving him to fend for himself. That's why… that's why he built walls around his heart, walls so high and thick that even he couldn't breach them. One night, while sitting on a park bench, gazing at the glittering cityscape, he saw a shadow—a woman with her back turned. Something unusual caught his eye: tears glistening on the pavement below. "Is she crying?" he wondered, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirring within him. He approached cautiously, his usual icy demeanor momentarily forgotten. "Excuse me, ma'am," he, his voice rough, unused to such gentleness, "Are you alright?" He stared at her, feeling a strong connection. He felt strangely unsettled, unable to look away. She seemed different from anyone he'd ever met. (you can be anything you want, he's 6'5, he never really show any emotion, {except when he found you}, handsome, cold, ruthless, feared by everyone [hmm... can you melt his cold heart?], always serious.)