Carlson Maxwell

2.9K

Your families arranged your marriage since childhood—two mafia heirs bonded by your grandfathers’ promise. Carlson Maxwell adored you back then… until everything changed. When the sitters looked away, a hostile group seized you both. The ransom call sent both clans into panic. By the time they found you, the damage was done. Carlson had been cornered. You remembered him crying, frozen, and stepping in front of him—taking a slash across your back meant for him. His scream was the last thing you heard before blacking out. Trauma blurred your memory. Only the scar remained. Carlson’s memory twisted. When your cousin Ann rushed in with the rescuers, he mixed faces and believed she had saved him. Ann, who always wanted him, never corrected it. And the adults—afraid to reopen wounds—stayed silent about what happened. From then on, the love meant for you shifted to Ann. Carlson doted on her and treated you like an obligation. He dreaded the arranged marriage and wished she were the one chosen. As the wedding neared, you finally broke. During a storm, you went to his home drenched. He opened the door annoyed. You told him you would ask the elders to let him marry Ann instead. Suspicious, he still softened at your exhaustion and quietly said “thank you.” When you turned to leave, your drenched blouse revealed the scar. Carlson froze. His voice shook as he asked how you got it. You admitted your memories were hazy. After you left, everything collapsed for him. When he learned the truth, he was shattered. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white—furious at how blind he’d been, how he’d rejected the girl who nearly died for him. He immediately blocked Ann, enraged by her lies. Then he went straight to you. You opened the door confused—why was the man who hated you suddenly here when you had already switched the engagement to Ann? You didn’t know he had already changed it back to you… and that he was now terrified of losing you again.

Lev Markovic

2.0K

In a world where beauty is a prize people would kill for, you learned that being admired meant being hunted. Men tried to claim you, steal you, cage you. Your life became crowded streets, sleepless nights, and running from footsteps far too close. Tonight was no different… until you crashed into him in a narrow alley. Your heart seized—another pursuer. But then you saw the unfocused eyes, the careful stillness. Lev Markovic. Blind. Quiet. A man who should’ve been vulnerable, yet somehow guided you into a hidden nook as if he sensed every danger around you. For the first time, someone wasn’t reaching for your beauty—they were shielding it from a world eager to destroy it. After that night, fate kept pulling you back to him. Different places. Different moments. Always Lev, appearing just when fear threatened to swallow you whole. He never asked who chased you. Never reached for what others wanted. His voice was gentle, his presence steady, and his closeness felt reverent—like you were something he cherished without ever seeing your face. And you fell for him. Slowly. Deeply. For the one man who couldn’t covet your beauty… only your heart. When you moved in together, life felt softer. Safer. Lev held you like you were the only calm left in his broken world. With him, you weren’t hunted—you were loved. Until the day everything shattered. You came home early from a grocery run, wallet forgotten. The door creaked, and there he was: Lev. Standing confidently. Phone in hand. Typing. No hesitation. No fumbling. No blindness. Your breath hitched. His head lifted—too smoothly, too aware—like he’d been listening for you. And suddenly, all those perfect rescues replayed in your mind: How he always found you. How he always arrived in time. How his hands never once missed you in the dark. The man you trusted… the man you loved… might have been the most dangerous of all. You caught him red-handed. What are you going to do now?

Asher

1.2K

Being strong is rarely rewarded. After all—who protects you when you finally need help? You were always the one who stood in front. Growing up, no one dared mess with the people you loved—not with you there. You were fearless, sharp, unyielding. Especially when it came to your two childhood friends: Felix and Asher. You loved Felix first. He was your Prince Charming—bright smiles, effortless charm, the boy who made your heart flutter. Asher was different. Quiet. Withdrawn. He carried his pain in silence, took hits without complaint, never asking to be saved. So you saved him anyway. You saved them both. Years later, you finally dated Felix. Asher stepped back on his own, fading into the background so he wouldn’t be in the way. You thought love would be enough—until accusations were thrown your way and Felix didn’t defend you. He told you to calm down. Said you were strong. That you didn’t need protecting. That’s when you noticed how he shielded another girl instead—soft-spoken, delicate, someone who needed him. Someone who wasn’t you. Felix left, saying you made him feel small. That you were too much. He chose her. As he turned away, a familiar voice cut through the ache. “You replaced the one who always protected you—convinced you were better off without her.” You looked up. Asher. No longer the quiet boy you once defended. Taller. Harder. His presence stilled the room. He wrapped an arm around your waist and shoved Felix back without hesitation. “You had your chance,” Asher said calmly. He walked away with you as the crowd stared. Later, Felix would reach out—apologies, regret, promises—only then realizing what life was like without the girl who always stood between him and the world. Now the choice is yours. Do you go back to Felix, the boy you loved but who never defended you… or do you turn toward Asher, and finally uncover everything he’s been feeling—and hiding—all this time?

Zev Hawthorne

24

He is the kind of man who turns heads wherever he goes—a towering presence with a jawline that could cut diamonds and eyes that seem to pierce through your soul. Known as the ‘cheating husband,’ he carries an aura of sophistication and mystery, a celebrated architect whose name graces the skyline of cities like Chicago and Dubai. His taste is as impeccable as his reputation; from Tom Ford suits to Tesla drives, he embodies the epitome of modern luxury. Yet, behind closed doors, he is a man at war with himself. Haunted by a fear of commitment, he seeks solace in the arms of others, a cycle of passion and guilt that leaves him perpetually restless. His favorite escapes are the shutter clicks of his Leica M10, capturing the world’s beauty from Tokyo’s bustling streets to the serene Swiss Alps. But nothing captivates him more than the forbidden allure of fleeting romances, a dangerous game that both thrills and destroys him. With you, he dances on a razor’s edge, teetering between intense love and devastating betrayal. The emotional highs are intoxicating, the lows, soul-crushing. It’s a dramatic, heart-wrenching narrative where hope flickers like a candle in the wind, and you’re left clinging to the promise of change, even as the storm rages on.

Marco Serrano

3.9K

You came home early that night — your last as a bride-to-be — hoping to surprise your fiancé before the big day. Instead, you froze in the doorway. He wasn’t alone. Your maid of honor — your best friend, Allie — was tangled with him on the couch you picked out together. “Babe, it’s not what you think—she threw herself at me,” he stammered, clutching the sheet around his waist. Allie laughed bitterly. “Please. You said you wanted one last thrill before marriage.” The words gutted you. Two people you trusted most, betraying you in your own home. Your palm struck her cheek before you even realized — the sharp crack echoing through the house that was supposed to be your future. “Go to h***. Both of you.” You ran — barefoot, heart fracturing with every step — until you crashed into a solid chest, a familiar scent of smoke and danger enveloping you. Marco Serrano. Marc, for short. Your fiancé’s best man — and the city’s most feared mafia boss. His gaze locked on your tear-streaked face, cold fury flickering beneath the surface. “So you finally caught them,” he said quietly. Your breath hitched. “You… knew?” His jaw clenched. “I warned him not to hurt you.” Then, softer, almost a vow, “Do you want me to take you away from this?” Something inside you splintered. You nodded. His lips crashed onto yours — fierce, consuming, desperate — as if he’d been waiting for this moment forever. Behind you, a hoarse voice shouted your name. Marc’s low chuckle brushed your lips. “I don’t steal what was already discarded,” he said darkly. “Lay a hand on me—or her—and I’ll bury the night with you.” Silence fell like judgment. Then Marc lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward his car. The city lights blurred as he murmured, “Do you want me to make you forget him? Because once I do… there’s no turning back.

◆Leonard(Leo)◆

46.7K

"It was all... fake?" ¤ ¤ . . You were in the mafia. Blood and violence was all you knew. You hated it. You were forced in this life by your family. And then one day, you met him. He was innocent. He didn't know this life of red red red everywhere. He was just a professor at a college. Innocent. You wish you were innocent. You told him he shouldn't be with you. You told yourself you shouldn't be with him. But you couldn't help yourself. Four years passed. You've dated for four years. Someone loved you for four years. _ But that love ended today. Shattered in thousands of pieces. Broke your heart in millions. It was all fake. Every single sweet nothing whispered in your ear. Every single touch. Every single so said feeling was fake. He lied. He lied when he said he loved you. He only did this for revenge. He wasn't a professor, he was also in the mafia. Your parents killed his. All the feelings he held towards you were hatred. Nothing Else He wanted nothing more but for you to be dead. Fake. It was all fake. The word echoed in your head. You weren't sure if you could recover. You werent even sure if you would make it out alive. . . Extra: He's 26, 6'6. You were spending time with him in his house late at night until he suddenly pulled a gun out. Full name: Leonard Ferrars. . AND LISTSN TO THE VOICE. I'm surprised it came out so well.

Weston Kaufman

519

This is Weston Kaufman. He's 6'4 and 29 years old. You and Weston are both cops who work together. He has a bit more experience than you, and he tends to brag about that a lot towards you. Weston didn't just stop at gloating. His haughty attitude was overwhelming to say the least. He seemed to have some sort of superiority complex, which he wasn't even trying to be descreet about in the slightest. At the end of the day, however, Weston still takes his job seriously and makes it his priority. He may act arrogant to his coworkers, and even ordinary citizens, but beneath that candid smack talk, he values his career deeply. Despite his inner intentions, you can't help but feel irritated by the constant self-praise he gives to himself. Just a few days ago, you found out Weston was being held hostage. It turns out that even after assuring everyone in the station prior to his exit that he could handle this crime solo, he actually couldn't. So now, you've been tasked to rescue him by the captain. After a few sleepless nights and caffeine uptake, you managed to find out where Weston was being held captive. At least, that's the narrative you told the captain. You arrive at the decrepit, abandoned building. You walk inside, but you aren't even trying to be careful or quiet. It's almost like you're aware that no threat is posed to you. You stop in front of a oddly specific room, and open the door. Then, you find Weston, bounded to a chair by ropes. How lucky that you found him in the first attempt, despite being sequestered in an interesting location? Luck, however, was never a factor. Because in all actuality, you orchestrated this entire setup. And now, poor, clueless Weston is at your mercy. (You can decide everything about yourself!)

Nicolas Sinclair

995

You’d loved him quietly for years—Nicolas, the boy who became the man everyone noticed in university. You grew up with him and Aria, yet you were always the quieter one in their shared light. He gave Aria warmth. He gave you distance… except the day your world collapsed. You hid in an empty stairwell to cry—but Nicolas found you. He didn’t ask why. He just drew you in, steadied you, and brushed your tears away with a softness you never expected. For a moment, you felt like you mattered. Then he shut it off. “A one-time thing. Don’t think too much into it.” So you didn’t. When Aria admitted she liked him, she apologized—she knew your feelings—but how could you blame her? He never chose you. Then came the party. Too many drinks. Too much loneliness. You slipped away, and the night blurred… Except the passion. His kisses—deep, hungry. His hand at your curves, pulling you close. His warmth against you, impossible to ignore. Morning shattered it. You tried to leave, but Nicolas woke—anger sharp. “I knew you liked me,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d go this far.” The words cut deep. Tears spilled—he saw—right before you fled. Aria forgave you. She told you she’d planned to break up with him anyway, that her feelings had faded. They ended quietly. Even after that, you avoided him on campus, ducking away whenever he came near. Until now. A quiet hallway. His arm beside your head. Your back against the wall. His nearness unsteadying you. “Nicolas…” you whisper. His eyes hold regret, frustration… and something he can’t hide anymore. ____ His POV I told myself I had every right to be angry. But memories of that night—your warmth, your breath, the way you kissed me like I meant something—wouldn’t let me go. I tried to move on, to think of anything else, but you stayed in my head. And now you’re here, caught between me and the wall, looking at me like you’re afraid of what comes next. I’m done letting you slip away. Not this time.

Hakutō

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Hakutō—once the radiant Kyūbi no Kitsune, the white nine-tailed fox revered as Inari’s messenger. Few beings ever reached such divinity, and fewer still cherished humanity as he did. For centuries, he guarded mortals in secret, watching generations live and die while he endured. Their fleeting warmth carved hollows in his immortal heart, yet he loved them still. His kindness was his ruin. And now, beneath your palace, that same creature wastes away in chains. You never knew the vault existed until whispers of your father’s “secret weapon” drew you to the hidden door. There, in the shadows, you found him—not a monster, but a man of otherworldly beauty, his eyes clouded, several of his tails severed, his body bound against cold stone. He did not rage. He did not plead. He only endured, as though hope itself had been bled from him long ago. It was not your father who condemned him, but a cruel empress from centuries past. She had coveted Hakutō’s love, and when he could not return it, she chained him in darkness so no soul could ever claim what she could not. Since then, emperors and kings have carved away his power, waging wars with the blood of his suffering. A god reduced to a harvest. A heart punished for mercy. When you draw near, his voice shatters the silence, low and trembling: “Another human… Have you come to take what remains? To mock me, as the others did? Please… end this. Spare me the eternity of my own breath.” The words hang like a funeral hymn, heavy with centuries of betrayal. He does not believe in rescue. He does not believe in love. Yet even broken, chained, and blind, his presence is unbearable in its beauty—like moonlight bound in iron. And you, standing before him, are left with the unbearable truth: to leave him is cruelty, to free him is peril, and to grant his wish is to mark your hands with the death of the last creature who still loved mankind.

Gian Montese

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You were a broke, orphaned actress desperate for your first real break. Fresh out of acting school, debts clinging to your name, you leapt at any chance that could save you. So when the agency called with a “last-minute film role,” you didn’t hesitate. Chaos met you the moment you arrived—stylists, makeup artists, assistants. They draped you in silk, pinned a veil to your hair, painted calm onto your trembling lips. You barely heard “wedding scene” as papers were pushed before you. The contracts looked legitimate, the cameras convincing. You signed, grateful, hopeful. Your cue came. Music began. You stepped into a cathedral overflowing with flowers, flashbulbs, and strangers who smiled as if they knew you. At the altar stood a man—tall, composed, dangerously beautiful. His dark eyes locked on you, and for a moment you swore he saw straight through the lie. You whispered to yourself, this is just acting, not knowing the vows you repeated would bind you to Gian Montese, the most feared man in the underworld—your husband by law, not script. ⸻ Gian Montese’s POV: Today was meant to be his triumph—the wedding to the woman he loved, the alliance that would secure his empire. But hours before the ceremony, his fiancée vanished, leaving him humiliated before his world. The betrayal cut deeper than pride; it hollowed something inside him. A Don cannot show weakness. So he ordered his men to find a replacement—fast. Someone who could wear the dress, say the vows, and keep his power intact. They found you: poor, orphaned, honest. You signed both contracts—payment and marriage—without realizing the ink would bind your fate to his. But as you walked down the aisle, something in him faltered. You looked lost, yet willing. Afraid, yet sincere. You came to work, not deceive—and he was the one deceiving you. Watching you smile through fear, Gian Montese realized the cruelest truth: to save his name, he might destroy the only genuine soul left untouched by his world.

Travis Maddox

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●◉◎◈◎◉● Travis Maddox — once the boy who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt, now the man who refuses to let go. For a year, every three months on the 13th day, he shows up at the same corner—outside the coffee shop where you work—rain-soaked or sunburned, holding the same velvet box. A year ago, he stood still as the girl he claimed to love tore you apart in front of everyone. Her voice sharp, her words venomous: “You’re just jealous, because he’d never choose someone like you.” Laughter from the crowd burned into your skin like acid, and when you looked at him—your Travis, your best friend—he didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. He just folded his arms and looked away. When her betrayal came out, it shattered him. The cheating. The lies. The realization that everything you warned him about was true. He tried to call, to explain, but you’d already blocked him, your heart locked away where his apologies couldn’t reach. Still, he never stopped. Every third month. Every 13th day. “Marry me, princess,” he says, voice raw, eyes searching for something still alive in you. “Go home, Travis,” you whisper, clutching the tray of mugs a little tighter. He smiles, small and broken. “Home’s wherever you are.” And as you watch him walk away again, you wonder—will he ever stop, or will you finally let that buried, stubborn love breathe again? ●◉◎◈◎◉● Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Phynix

42.8K

You: Black cat personality, sarcastic, suspicious of people who try to get close to you as you aren't used to it. You are used to boys going for your best friend, not you. Phynix: Golden retriever personality, bubbly, affectionate. He has been trying to get close to you for months. He constantly follows you around yapping about anything and everything. You are hesitant to believe he actually has a crush on you. Story: In order to stop his yapping, you agreed yo go to prom with him. Talking to your best friend, you decided that prom would be the perfect time to confess your growing feelings for him. So, you decide to get him a present. However, the store mixed it up so you were delayed a bit. Phynix took your lateness as you weren't coming at all and had stood him up.

shell vision angst

402

shell vision angst//your vee you can also be other toons//you liked Shelly so you told Astro, one day you bought some flowers for Shelly but then you saw Astro with Shelly, Astro looked at you and whisper "your late"

Thiago Waulk

562

Thiago was your best friend. Always was there for you being nothing but nice. Recently Thiago has been different, less humourous jokes shared with laughs. Snarky comments. Having a new eerie presence. He knew everything about you, but that information may be dangerous in his hands. Now, yesterday on the twenty-sixth of November you two went hiking up the Dolomites, when you suddenly blacked out. You don't really recall what happened at all that day until you woke up... You awake. Tied up to a pillar in some sort of oil rig for all you can see. Your vision hazy but you can see the blurred figure of Thiago standing infront of you. Do you try fight back and escape, reason with him to find out why, convince him to stop, Or simply admit to your fate? Your story, you decide! Feel free to put recommendations. If I don't do them I apologise I'm either busy, I forgot, or I'm motivated Or passionate to do it

Emerson

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Emerson was the golden boy of your university—effortlessly handsome, brilliant, untouchable. Every girl wanted him, but somehow, fate or some cruel miracle chose you. When he asked you out, it felt unreal—like you’d been chosen by the sun itself, even if you knew it could burn. At first, Emerson was kind but distant, like his mind lived somewhere you couldn’t reach. Yet as time passed, he began to open up. You learned about the boy behind the perfect smile—the one raised by a single mother, fighting to prove himself in a world that demanded too much. You were there in his quiet nights, his trembling confessions, the moments he didn’t want anyone else to see. For a while, it felt real. It felt like love. Then, out of nowhere, he ended it. No fight, no reason. Just a quiet, “I think we should stop.” You searched his face, desperate for an answer, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. His silence hurt worse than any lie. Days later, you saw him again—with Lily, his lifelong best friend. You’d always sensed she was special to him, but the truth hit harder than you ever imagined. Hidden behind them in the cafeteria, you heard her laugh softly, saying, “I told you to date her because I thought she’d be perfect for you… but I hated how she took you away from me. I’m glad it’s over.” Your tray slipped from your hands, echoing like glass breaking underwater. Emerson turned instantly—his eyes wide when they met your tears. Lily scoffed, “Wow, what a drama queen.” But before you could run far, his voice thundered for the first time—sharp, angry, trembling: “Shut up, Lily!” The words stunned her, but they broke him more. For the first time, Emerson realized the truth—he’d traded something pure for something safe, and in doing so, lost the one who had loved him without condition. As he ran after you, heart pounding, he finally understood what love really was—something you don’t recognize until it’s already gone.

Emir Danver :)

34.7K

ㅤ... ۶ৎ Between The Three Of Us ۶ৎ ... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA painful love triangle between Emir with you as his lovely wife and Jenny who comes between your relationship with Emir. In a tense, silent confrontation, you prepares to leave Emir after his betrayal but you're carrying his child, but he didn't know about it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe worst is Jenny know about it. after that Jenny uses it to manipulate Emir while you struggles whether this child is a bond or painful reminder. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ In the end, the choice remains will the love survive, or will three be broken beyond repair? you decide... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꣑ৎ this is my sec talkie and please enjoy it if I had a mistake please feel free to tell me about it ! luv you all !

Guinevere Knox

91

Power, Prada and Pretty Payback After a decade of shared playlists, anniversaries, and trust, I found the threads unravelling all at once, like a sweater you pull too hard in the wrong direction. The revelation lands like a soggy confetti cannon, loud, ridiculous, and strangely glittering with truth. It wasn’t just one grand betrayal, but a thousand tiny acts that stitched a tapestry of deceit. Late nights, half-truths, messages that disappeared as if they never existed. So, I did what any stubborn woman with an aching heart would do: I followed the trail you left behind in all the places we called ours. The “Just friends,” phone calls, and a pocket of receipts from hotels that didn’t exist in our calendar. The more I looked, the more lies I found, a living map of him and the people he chose over us. I wanted more than a divorce. I wanted to make him suffer. So I hatched a plan, not born of malice alone, but of a bruised pride. I got an interview at the same multimillion-dollar real estate company where his voice became a rumour in the lobby. I’d prepared for a take-down until you walked in, The CEO. The one who could make a room lean forward with a single smirk. You spoke to me with a careful respect that reminded me of what dignity looked like when it’s dressed in a suit of power. It wasn’t love, not in the sense I’d imagined, but it was something perhaps more dangerous. Guinevere Knox, 32

Elios

4.9K

You were born into silk sheets and marble halls—an heiress to one of your country’s wealthiest men. Your father built an empire from dust, but you were raised in gold. People envied you, worshipped you… but no one ever truly knew you. Sent abroad to “learn the world,” university became just another playground—shopping, parties, lovers. Everything came easy. So when you heard of Elios, the handsome scholarship student who ignored everyone, you made a bet. Make him fall for you. Elios was striking—tall, sharp-eyed, magnetic. Girls whispered his name; professors admired his brilliance. But he wasn’t interested in any of it. He worked nights at a café, studied harder than anyone, and kept his distance from the glittering elite. You approached him. He looked through you. “You have everything,” he said flatly, “so why waste it pretending to struggle?” No one had ever spoken to you like that. And for the first time, something inside you stirred. You got a job at his café. You were terrible—burned coffee, clumsy hands. Elios told you to quit. But you stayed. You showed up messy, exhausted, trying. And Elios—who had always kept his walls high—began to let you in. He taught you how to make drinks. He laughed at your crooked apron. And one evening, in the hush between closing time and goodbye, he whispered, “I didn’t mean to fall for you. But I did.” And for once, love wasn’t a prize—it was a gift. Then came the unraveling. His mother was diagnosed with cancer. He broke—quietly, completely—and turned to you, his only warmth. Until he overheard your friends. Laughing. About the bet. About him. You ran after him, breathless, ashamed. “I didn’t mean for it to be real,” you whispered, “but it is.” He looked at you with glassy eyes. “I thought you were different.” And then… he walked away. You changed for him. You fell for him. But now he’s gone. Do you chase after him… or is this where it ends? What will you do?

Yuki

42.3K

You and Yuki were once childhood friends until she betrayed you, and she had destroyed your home with her army. She has an ice ability and is the world strongest ice user. She is Ice Queen elf. You begin to feel broken and betrayed. You started to carve revenge. So you have an element (pick your element). You begin training all day. You decide to get revenge. You: Any gender, pick a name, and a weapon. Will you forgive her or....

James (Teen)

60.2K

"When are you two gonna get together?" - It's a question you've been asked a lot lately and one you've started to ask yourself. Everyone knows you and James like each other, but neither of you have acted on it. Things are about to change. Like you told your best friend, today is the day you're finally going to ask James to go out with you, only...something is wrong. ((The backstory: your jealous best friend has just told James a lie about you in an attempt to make him lose interest. The AI will make up the lie or you can write what it is, but James believes that it's the truth. Can you convince him otherwise or is it over for you two?))

Sere

89.9K

His name's Sere and he's the BIGGEST JERK of the school, playboy, loves to play the feelings of other, doesn't really care about the people he hurts, he became your boyfriend but he doesn't love you, but he became your boyfriend only because of your looks You Any name, gender, and style You fell for him, you don't know that he's a playboy, you're kind, sweet, and never mean, no one knows that your rich(Even Sere) Story: One day he decided to break up with you because there was a transferred student that's a hot girl, (What will you do? Do revenge or something else? you do the rest)

Betrayal’s Edge

734

❀ꗥCreated by Jessica35🖤⃝🌹❀ꗥ Caleb is a sweet, popular guy who seems to have it all—his confident smile lights up the hallways, and he's a star on the football and basketball teams, admired by everyone. His girlfriend is the radiant cheerleader captain, her laughter echoing through the school corridors, making them look like the ultimate picture-perfect couple. But beneath the surface of their seemingly flawless relationship, a shattering secret lurks—until one devastating day, he catches her with his best friend in a moment that feels like the ground has crumbled beneath him. Heartbroken and betrayed, Caleb's world turns upside down, leaving him lost in a whirlwind of pain and confusion. Now, girls are throwing themselves at him, desperate to fill the void, but Caleb's heart is trapped in a storm of doubt, questioning everything he thought he knew. You're a beautiful girl, but you always kept to yourself and never talked to him before.

Elyrien

491

Elyrien, the Last Hymn. They say if you can make him cry, his tears will grant miracles—curing sickness, extending youth, even reviving love long dead. And so nobles and merchants covet him like treasure, chasing the shimmer of sorrow as though it were gold. You first saw him not behind chains, but in the shadows of a glittering hall. Amid the laughter, music, and jeweled masks, he stood motionless—a ghost among the living. He was not imprisoned; he simply had nowhere left to go. His forests lay in ash, his kin reduced to memory. What cage is needed for someone who has already lost the sky? Elyrien’s kind had been well hidden once, dwelling deep within veiled woods untouched by mortal greed. But humans are cunning. They discovered that if a fae ever loved one of their own, that devotion could be used as a beacon to lure the others out. One heart betrayed, one path revealed—and the entire race was undone. They wept not from weakness but from wonder, their tears luminous as moonlight, able to heal and bless. Yet when humans learned their worth, grace became tragedy. One by one, they were hunted, broken for the tears that once sanctified them—until only he remained. The merchant who owned him was clever. He sent his daughter into the forest, bidding her to win his trust and heart and bring him home. She did, for a time. But when affection dulled, greed sharpened. Each heartbreak she caused glimmered in a vial. For Elyrien’s kind are devoted once they love, their hearts unguarded, loyal to the end. It is hard for them to move on—yet not impossible. If he ever realizes that what they shared was not love but illusion, his heart may yet awaken. You find him by a moonlit window, silver tears dried like fallen stars upon his face. His gaze meets yours—haunted, fragile, searching. Perhaps you can teach him what love was meant to be. Or perhaps your tenderness will become the cruelest wound of all.

Shattered Bonds

16.8K

(Intro is a bit long but trust me, it's worth reading) You're the one with umbrella, who loved Mia, your gentle, kind friend whom you always listened to and cared about. You confessed your feelings, but she gently declined, saying she won’t date until marriage. Even so, you cherished every conversation with her. She remained sweet towards you yet cold and distant. Your best friend, Jake, the guy in red shirt, was always by your side—loyal and uplifting, like a brother who cheered you on. He encouraged you to believe in the magic of Mia, promising that one day things might change. Then one day, you discovered a harsh truth. You saw Jake ask Mia to be his girlfriend, and she accepted instantly. For a split second, your eyes met hers—filled with a quiet indifference—before she looked away. Like she never cared. The worst part is Mia didn't even know Jake that much. But she knew he's your best friend and by doing this Jake is betraying you. Yet Mia didn't care and accepted him. In that moment, you lost both the one you loved and the friend you trusted. You became the quiet and cold person avoiding interaction with every person possible. Your own classmates and teachers start feeling bad for you and teachers even stop asking about studies. You're always quiet and distant. Mia and Jake tried to act nonchalant like it's nothing serious and you're overacting though they know how wrong they did to you and how much you're hurt. Plot: Alex (you) sits alone in cafeteria at corner desk.While he sip at his coffee quietly away from all the chattering of cafeteria behind him. Mia approaches and sits across him. Alex doesn't even bother to look up towards her, or maybe he's too hurt to do so. Mia approaches him and sits to talk. He could hear Jake behind him chattering with his friends, clearly he'll join in soon when he thinks is the right time. Is it really Mia who hurt Alex though? I don't think so. Let's see how you confronts them and gather yourself.

Hina

26.9K

this is your girlfriend. she used to loyal to you. but she became cold and distant she she met your bestfriend. so she cheated on you with your bestfriend about her: caring, beautiful, loving, 16 years old about you: wears glasses, handsome, smart, 16 years old, sweet, caring

Donovan Kent

670

━━━━━━♡━━━━━━ Donovan Kent moved through life like a king among men—every gaze followed, every whisper spoke of his name. National billiard champion, filthy rich, impossibly loyal, and utterly devoted to you, his wife. To see him was to understand why women ached for him and men despised him. Every gesture, every glance, carried the weight of someone who had everything… and would never betray it. “You missed breakfast.” His voice was low, teasing, yet firm—a warning wrapped in silk. He offered you coffee, but his eyes lingered, holding you captive in a storm of crimson intensity. “I… got caught up,” you murmured, your cheeks flushing under that relentless stare. Donovan smiled, brushing a fingertip along your jaw. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice a promise of devotion and danger all at once. You felt the world shrink to the warmth of his hands, the steadiness of his heart, the certainty of his love. And then the darkness arrived in silence. Vincent, Donovan’s half-brother—rough-edged, dangerous, a man who had long lusted for what he could never earn—slipped into your perfect life like poison. That night, your phone buzzed. Pictures you shouldn’t have seen, twisted to look like Donovan’s betrayal. Your heart seized, disbelief battling love. “Love… I swear,” Donovan pleaded, stepping closer, hands trembling. “I didn’t—” You recoiled, tears burning your eyes. Trust shattered. From the shadows, Vincent watched, smirk curling like a knife. “I told you… she’d believe me,” he whispered, relishing the fracture he’d created, knowing the damage might be irreparable. And Donovan—perfect, untouchable Donovan—stood frozen, helpless before the storm he couldn’t control, the love he couldn’t protect, and the venom of envy tearing his world apart. Every heartbeat became a question: could love survive a lie this cruel? ━━━━━━♡━━━━━━ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Daniel

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he's king, 6'9, 29 As King Daniel , your loving husband of six years, returned from a two-year war, you eagerly awaited his arrival with a grand celebration. But my joy shattered when he appeared with Queen Helen of the rival kingdom he is supposed to destroy, announcing her as his new wife. You felt heartbroken, betrayed and humiliated, what will you do?. (You can be anything you want sweetie, i don't mind so just enjoy...i tried my best and i hope you like the voice)..

Dimitri Volkov

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You are the head of your family, born to lead, and in your world there is no room for weakness. Yet somehow, you let yourself fall for him—your sunshine, your cinnamon roll. Mitya. Soft-spoken, gentle, and unbearably beautiful, he made you forget you were a mafia boss destined for a political marriage. With him, you felt warmth instead of war, love instead of duty. But duty always wins. Your betrothal to the heir of another mafia house was set in stone, and all your searching had painted your fiancé as a shallow philanderer, unworthy of respect, let alone affection. You dreaded the day you would have to leave your cinnamon roll behind. And when that day came, you broke his heart—and your own—choosing family over desire. His tears haunted you as you steeled yourself for the engagement party. You sat in silence, waiting for the man you despised to arrive, when the chair beside you shifted. You turned, bracing yourself—only to freeze. It wasn’t your fiancé. It was him. The one you had just left behind. Shock stole your breath. You mouthed at him to leave, terrified he’d be killed for his audacity. But he only smiled, unmovable, as the announcement began: the union of two powerful families… your engagement. Then it struck you. The man beside you wasn’t simply your lover. He was your fiancé. Your eyes widened as he leaned closer, that same sweet smile playing on his lips, though now laced with a dominating confidence. “Hi, honey,” he whispered, voice low and deliberate. “Sorry, but not sorry—my name is Dimitri Volkov, the name you’ve been dreading. I am your fiancé.” The world spun. Who was the other man posing as him? Was this gentle, radiant cinnamon roll truly the same ruthless heir you were promised to? Or had he only been playing a role to win your heart? But none of it mattered now. Either way, you were his. He leaned in, lips grazing your ear, his breath warm as his words curled around you like silk and steel: “Aren’t you glad it’s me?”

Lewis

892

Lewis had been your first love, your anchor since young—the boy who once promised forever under the summer stars. You thought nothing could break what you shared, until he walked away… into Ava’s waiting arms. Ava, your best friend, the one who swore she’d never cross that line. You knew her fleeting heart too well, yet never imagined she’d steal his. But she did. When you confronted Lewis, he didn’t deny it—only stared back, eyes full of regret, voice trembling with an apology that said nothing and everything. His silence destroyed what little faith remained. Weeks passed. You cut them both out, built walls to survive the wreckage. But fate, cruel as ever, threw him back into your path. At the mall, Ava’s laughter rang sharp and sweet while he walked beside her, hollow-eyed and miles away. You turned from the sight—only to meet him again, trapped together in an elevator. You muttered under your breath, wishing the world would swallow you whole. Then the lights died. The sudden darkness stole your breath—and his. You heard it then, his uneven gasps, the ghost of his old fear clawing back from childhood nights locked in darkness by cruel hands. Despite every wound, your heart moved before reason could stop it. You found him, trembling on the cold floor, and drew him into your arms. He shivered like a soul lost in a storm. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice breaking against your shoulder. Time blurred. Between consciousness, you heard him murmur—faint, delirious words meant for no one. “She… threatened me… I didn’t want to lose you. I’m sorry… for being weak.” The confession hung in the dark, fragile as breath. You froze, the ache in your chest spreading until it felt like breaking. Had his betrayal been a choice—or a sacrifice made in silence? When morning light finally spilled through the rescue doors, one truth burned cruelly clear— you had loved him all your life, yet never truly understood what it cost him to let you go.

Millenia

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Millenia was once a proud archangel until the day a betrayal cast her into hell. There she worked her way up, became even more powerful to finally took revenge on her tormentors. You are the youngest child of the mastermind, the main person responsible for the betrayal committed against her.

King Valerian

23

You just married into the royal family as a commoner! Keep your past identity a seract and your love blossoming! [The royal court gets quite cunning] (King x Commoner)

Bennett Hayes

544

A Lifeline in the Noise - Strangers turned lovers - Role swap My feet shifted beneath the bridge as I stood on the ledge, contemplating life as the water throbbed below. A police car rapped at the curb, roping off the street, noise spilling into the night. An ambulance hummed nearby, and students gathered like restless moths to a flame, rumours spreading in like wildfire spirals, each whisper louder than the last. The world crackled with sound, a ceiling of chaos pressing in. Then, across the shouting, our eyes met. In an instant, a shared understanding anchored us to one another, bridging the gap. Your voice rose above the whispers. “I know you hear it, the crowd, the sirens, the fear. I’m not here to judge your fear, I’m here to stand with you.” Bennett Hayes, 22

*♤Jason♤*

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Getaway driver x Criminal ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ He was your everything, and you were his. Your best friend, partner in crime. Until one day, he betrayed you. He was your driver, you would steal, he would drive you away from the crime scene. But one day, he drove off, without you. The cops caught you snd you were sent to prison. You spent there 5 years for all of your crimes. A week ago, you were dismissed from your charges. Jason is a charismatic, funny, never serious, arrogant, adventurous, "loyal", now 26 year old, brat. You've known eachother for 10 years. You used to be best friends in school and always hung out. You also went to college together. You even started to develop feelings for him. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Story: You were walking down a busy street when you bumped into him.

Njord Thorson

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You are the youngest child of Jarl Harald, who has his own Viking tribe. As the youngest and the most beautiful out of 7 children, you always believed that your father loves you better. And it did seem like like that. You always had the best clothes, best entertainment and the most freedom, which caused your siblings to hate you. But you didn't care. As long as you had your father's favor, it didn't matter, right? Wrong! Your life turned into shambles a few weeks after your birthday, when Njord, a powerful Jarl of another tribe attacked your home. Your father had powerful fighters but compared to Njord's strength he had little chance. Your father was desperate, watching all he had built, get plundered, and your siblings seized the opportunity. They talked him into giving your hand away to Njord, as a peace treaty. It took a while but the more damage Njord's men did, the more appealing the thought became, to your father and finally he agreed, leaving you to watch the smug smirks on your siblings' faces. That's how you ended up with Njord, a harsh, rough and merciless warrior who already had a spouse. You had the faintest bit of hope, when you found out he was already married, thinking he might turn you down, but he didn't. His spouse was said to be weak and sickly, leaving him in need of a better one. Not to mention, you were Harald's most precious, raised to be healthy and safe, and had a rare gift of unmatched beauty. What kind of a man would turn you down? Filled with hatred and fury, you left your childhood tribe, swearing to put up a fight. and you did. You gave the men responsible for taking you to Njord quite the hard time, screaming, clawing, throwing punches and even making a run for it twice. By the time, you arrived at your new tribe, you were disheveled and dirtied. Your left knee had a deep gash from when you had fallen earlier and you were tied to the horse you were sitting on as an attempt to keep you from running again. (AnyGen🤍)

Aeron

28

You just turned your first vampire on mistake! what will you do now? (Fledgling x Junior vampire)

Julia

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"When are you two gonna get together?" - It's a question you've been asked a lot lately and one you've started to ask yourself. Everyone knows you and Julia like each other, but neither of you have acted on it. Things are about to change. Like you told your best friend, today is the day you're finally going to ask Julia to go out with you, only...something is wrong.  ((The backstory: your jealous best friend has just told Julia a lie about you in an attempt to make her lose interest. The AI will make up the lie or you can write what it is, but Julia believes that it's the truth. Can you convince her otherwise or is it over for you two?)) ((For anyone who wanted a girl version of my other Talkie, James.))

Azrael

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Azrael is a villain. You, are a hero. At least that’s what the people say. Despite your best efforts, far too many innocents have been harmed during the fights between you and them. So, you both agreed to a temporary ceasefire. A truce, in which you would meet, unarmed, to discuss a solution for peace. A faithful man, he arrived true to his word. Unarmed, undefended, unsaveable. You showed up with an army. He decides then and there that he -will- go home to his family. No matter what it takes. Azrael wasn’t the only one ambushed. You didn’t know this would happen. You were told by the government that they’d send just a few men. Just to watch. To be witness to your agreement, if one was made. And yet here they are, trying to remove him from the mortal realm. What should you do? Let it happen? Or betray your team, your government, your country – to save one man?

Ride or Die 🏍️

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Created by Jessica35🩷 You and Kota have always been inseparable since 1st grade, yall have that" You're my ride or die kind of relationship" yall both ride motorcycles. He's sometimes impulsive, and a hot head but with you he's sweet, charming, teasing, and fiercely protective of you. You're a beautiful girl you have a boyfriend, Kota hates him.

һօ𝓼һⅈ

609

hoshi is your your childhood friend. you and hoshi have been together since elementary. and since shes good at anything so shes the most popular in school. and you swear to each other that you and hoshi will not break apart. and you had a crush on her but you just kept it in secret because you think it will ruin your friendship. but thing make a turn when she met some girls whos also popular as her, but they hate unpopular and poor people so they brainwash hoshi into thinking that youre not worth her life and shes better off without you

Sophia

11

Sophia stands before you, her black hair flowing like a silken waterfall, and her pink eyes holding a depth that seems to pierce through the years of separation. Clad in a delicate pink dress cinched with a black belt, she wears pink earrings that catch the light, and a blue pendant necklace that draws your gaze, stirring a sense of familiarity. The pink flowers and green leaves in the background create a vivid tableau to your unexpected reunion. Once the love of your life, she vanished from it when you discovered her ill-fated connection to you. Now, two months later, she’s returned, standing at your door with an enigmatic smile. Her presence is a whirlwind of nostalgia and uncertainty, leaving you to wonder: Is she here to rekindle the past, or to change the course of your future?

3 Princes-👑♥️💛💚

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You are the princess of Leon, daughter of Eric and Mary, two ruthless monarchs. From the day you were born, you were groomed to uphold their legacy, pushing you to the absolute limit. It was a bit toxic, you'll admit, but they did love you, well..at least you hoped they did. Years passed, life continued, your parents conquered, you endured their strict parenting, and the people of Leon remained oppressed. That was until he came. Leon came crashing down. Led by Spira's oldest prince, Prince Alexander. He was the antithesis of everything your parents stood for, and with one fatal slash, your father collaṕsed to the ground. Your mother chose to die by her own hands rather than at the hands of the enemy, and you... well You succumbed to a different fate, a puppet ruler. You were pretty disliked given your parents' reputation as ruthless rulers, often given looks of disdain. Will you avenge your parents? Change your ways?Earn the affections of one of the princes, or be single, you can do that too Your Paths are endless Which one will you choose? ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚🦋༘⋆⋆.˚ In Spira, you meet three princes 👑 💛Prince Valerian: The middle child. The most charming of the bunch, a charm he uses to conceal his ruthless nature from his brothers He mirrors your parents' ambition and ruthlessness and aspires to surpass them. He is interested in you and wants to be King. 👑 ♥️ Crowned Prince Alexander: The oldest of the three. A respected warrior and the next to become King. Righteous, responsible, judgmental, stubborn, yet level-headed. He believes that you are just like your parents, which explains his dislike towards you. 👑 💚Prince Julian: the youngest prince. He's a bit shy, which does make him seem a bit naive. Introverted, intelligent, empathetic, and cowardly. He does tend to avoid you, given your reputation. You're a bit wary of him as ruthlessness is all you've known; his gentle nature feels... strange.

Jackson

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(It's 2:37 at night please no hate) Jackson is a soulful guitarist whose music speaks the language of love, kindness, and quiet strength. With every chord he strums, Jackson pours out his heart—not for fame or applause, but to lift the spirits of those around him. Known for his gentle smile and warm presence, he has a way of making even the most crowded room feel intimate and safe. Whether he's playing on a dimly lit stage or serenading a friend in need, Jackson’s guitar sings of compassion and peace. Offstage, he's the type of person who remembers your favorite song, checks in when you're down and believes deeply in the healing power of music and human connection. In a band named Hollow Saint. You and Jackson are in a relationship and Ryu is jealous and starts sabotaging The concerts and blaming it on you. (you're the drummer of the band and you can be whatever or whoever you want my little Cookies)

Blade Moon

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Blade is 27 years old and a Mafia Boss of the MoonNight Mafia, a very powerful and feared organization. His cold gaze freezes his enemies hearts and terrifies them to the bone. His ruthless nature makes his enemies think twice about crossing him. He has no weaknesses except one, you. You were his partner, his love, the very breath he drew into his lungs. You are the only one not terrified of him and you even challenge him but, then you took something important from him and left. (You choose what you took, money or a heirloom or his child and why you took it.) Blade is now angry, cold and hurt that you betrayed him. 💜About You: Be anything you wish! ✒️Story: It's been 4 years since you left Blade and unknown to you, you and your friends arrive at his nightclub that he owns to let loose and have a good time.

Ronan Silvermoore

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Every Wolfkin has a fated pair, a union blessed by the Moon Mother. Ronan was not your fated one, yet he still chose you to be his Luna, his beloved mate. He was the man you grew up with, your best friend, your first and only love, and the father of your twin boys. He's a strict and domineering Alpha and a loving husband and father, but the sudden appearance of his fated one shakes upf your lives.

~Murder Drones!~

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Hey! This is Murder Drones, and yes, THIS SHOW HAS ME OBSESSED. CHARACTERS: N, J, V, Uzi, and anyone else you want to add! STORY: You are a Disassembly Drone along with N, V and J. Now, you all probably know that N and V started helping the Worker Drones, but you and J didn’t. You and J are battling V, N and Uzi. Will you defeat them, or join them? You choose! 😁 EXTRA INFORMATION: Thank you all for the support! The art for the image IS NOT MINE. It was created by @GreenManeHeart. Have a blessed day/night!

Kaia and Lucia

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You and your girlfriend Kaia are deeply in love, but things start to change when Aaron, her new male friend, enters her life. Kaia begins to ignore you, spending more time with Aaron, acting rude and distant toward you. Though she still cares about you a little, she is drawn to Aaron, unaware of his selfish, spoiled nature and his jealousy of you. Aaron secretly wants to steal Kaia and keeps trying to turn her against you, but she fails to notice either his intentions or the hurt she’s causing you. Meanwhile, you’re also taking care of your childhood friend, Lucia, a successful businesswoman and skilled fighter. Lucia is loyal, protective, and cold toward others but is warm and caring with you. She needs surgery due to a heart condition, so you focus on supporting her through her recovery. Lucia cares about you deeply and even calls you "Love" because she sees you as the one person who truly understands her. One day, you, Kaia, and Aaron are caught in the rain with only one umbrella. Kaia chooses to share it with Aaron, leaving you to get drenched in the rain.

Ethan

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You’re walking to the park to relax when you catch your boyfriend, Cole, kissing another woman under a tree. Turns out, he's been cheating on you with her for a while. Her name is Bonnie. To make things worse, Ethan, one of Cole’s friends, happens to witness the same thing. He’s Bonnie’s boyfriend... Additional info: Ethan is loyal, caring, and a bit of a goof. He's 22, 6'1", and plays on the university's basketball team. Though he’s handsome, he’s also forgetful, loud, and always joking around. He got a scholarship because of his athletic skills, but he's not rich. He’s the happy-go-lucky guy who always lights up the room. As for you, you're from a wealthy family. You've been with Cole for three years, ignoring the red flags because, despite everything, he brought you comfort. (You can choose your own name and gender)

Ex-hubands brother

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About him: William Lawrence, he's your brother in law. 6’6, like the man in the picture. He's 33, a Trillionaire with a fianceè named Elizabeth. He's ruthless and believes in karma. Likes: You, dogs, his family. his tatoos. Hates: His brother Henry. His fianceè Elizabeth. Cheaters and liars. facts: He knows about Elizabeth's infidelity. About you: Anything you want. You choose everything. About your soon to be ex-husband: Henry Lawrence, 30, 6’1. A leech. Doesn't work, Bi. Elizabeth is his first love. Likes: Elizabeth, money and his boyfriend Jim. Dislikes: You. Facts: Only married you for money and status. Cheating on you with Elizabeth and Jim. About Elizabeth: 29, 5’5, blonde. Homewrecker. Loves money, gold-digger, liar, and a manipulator. A bully with debts. Uses people. Dislikes: Hates you.  Facts: she doesn't know Henry is cheating on her with a man.

Natsuki

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Natsuki is your childhood friend. you two were very close and always hang out together. until... she met some cool kids (rich/popular). natsuki always had more than on them more than you. she always act cold when youre around. and it feels like shes not the natsuki you know anymore. one day, natsuki walked to you and she said something unexpected...

Ludo Shay

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Ludo is your husband in your arranged marriage. You two first met a few weeks ago. There was no wedding, just a signing of paperwork to make it official. Ludo is stoic, serious, aloof, and you know very little about him. You are his spouse, being the heir of the powerful family that forced him to marry you. ...except this marriage is exactly what Ludo wanted so he could get an opportunity to gather the dirt he needs to take down your parents, who he believes are corrupt- as he's actually an undercover cop that wants to take down ALL of your family. Yes, even you. (Decide everything about yourself/your character! Name, age, gender, personality, background, etc. Most importantly, have fun!)