[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓍 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽•] ——————————— 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 [BL] “I want to know everything,” [•𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒•]————————————————— The city belonged to Vance. Not officially, of course. Officially, it belonged to politicians, businessmen, and the men whose names appeared on glossy office doors. But everyone who mattered knew the truth. Vance owned the night. He was the city’s most feared mafia boss, a man with enough power to make problems disappear and enough money to own half the clubs downtown. Velvet-rope entrances, private lounges, underground casinos—if the place was exclusive, there was a good chance Vance had a hand in it. Dangerous. Calculating. Untouchable. People lowered their voices when his name came up. And then there was you. A Goth boy who dressed like midnight itself—leather jacket, rings, combat boots, heavy eyeliner, and enough attitude to make people think twice before approaching you. You had absolutely no business crossing paths with a man like Vance. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •29 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Somehow, you ended up in his club one rainy Friday night. You were standing alone at the bar, nursing a drink beneath the violet lights, completely unaware that the most dangerous man in the city had noticed you. Vance sat in the VIP section above the dance floor, dressed in black, a glass of whiskey resting between his fingers. His eyes never left you. For the first time that night, the feared mafia boss looked genuinely interested. His right-hand man, Marcus, followed his gaze. “Boss?” Vance didn't answer. Marcus looked down at you, then back at him. 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 ———————————

[•𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜•] ——————————— 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🛁 “Hey, stay with me.” [•𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— His name was Lucian. The city's golden boy. A famous hero with a spotless reputation, impossible morals, and an infuriating habit of showing up exactly when you were trying to cause trouble. He was strong, fast, confident, annoyingly handsome, and completely convinced that every villain could be saved. You were a villain by choice, a menace by reputation, and absolutely not interested in being saved. You weren't cruel for the sake of it. You simply had your own rules—and Lucian had a very annoying habit of standing directly in the way of them. For months, he had hunted you across the city. Every time you escaped, he came after you again. And every single time, you became a little more irritated. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’0 •French [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Lucian had spent the entire day hunting you. By the time he finally returned home, it was well past midnight. Exhausted, frustrated, and covered in dust, Lucian dropped his keys by the door and headed straight for the bathroom. Then froze. You were lying unconscious in his bathtub. Blood stained the white porcelain beneath you, your clothes torn and soaked through. One hand hung limply over the edge of the tub. “...Y/N?” He rushed forward, dropping to his knees beside the tub. His hand hovered over your neck before he finally felt it. A pulse. Weak. 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🛁 ———————————

[•𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “He’s my son,” [•𝐵𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Bastian is your husband. And, technically, a mafia boss. Which was not exactly how you had imagined your life turning out. You had met him years ago by accident in a crowded club. Somehow, that one night had turned into dates. Then years together. Then marriage. And now, two children. You were the calm one—warm, patient, practical, and the person who kept your little family grounded. Bastian was the opposite: reserved, protective, sharp-tongued, and terrifying when someone crossed him. But at home? He was just your husband. The man who made pancakes for the kids on Sunday mornings. The man who still kissed your forehead whenever he passed you in the kitchen. Nobody in your nice, peaceful city would ever guess what Bastian actually did. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •39 •6’2 •Russian 🇷🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Your oldest son had just turned sixteen, and Bastian had started training him seriously. One evening, you found him lying exhausted in his bed, barely able to keep his eyes open. You quietly closed the door and went downstairs to find Bastian. He was in his office, going through some paperwork when you walked in. “Bastian, we need to talk.” He looked up immediately. “What happened?” “Our son.” His expression changed. “He's exhausted. He's sixteen, Bastian. He shouldn't be training until he can barely move.” 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝐼𝒸𝑒 𝓍 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒•] ——————————— ❄️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🔥 “You look terrible,” [•𝒦𝒶𝑒𝓁•]———————————————— Kael was fire. Not metaphorically. Actually fire. His fingertips sparked when he was annoyed, flames curled around his hands when he got excited, and when he lost his temper, the temperature around him could rise quickly. Kael was reckless, stubborn, and fiercely protective, ridiculously loyal, and somehow the person who could make you laugh even when you were determined not to. You were ice. Your touch could frost glass. Your breath misted in the cold. When your emotions got out of control, the temperature dropped around you until everything was covered in a thin layer of frost. Your families had spent years reminding you that the two elements were dangerous together. Still, Kael had been your best friend since childhood. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’0 •Chilean 🇨🇱 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Lately, you had been getting depressed. Your ice powers were starting to affect your health, leaving you constantly exhausted, weak, and cold. One night, you sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at your hands. Thin frost covered your fingertips again. There was a soft knock on your window. You looked up. Kael was standing outside. You opened the window, and he climbed inside, brushing snow from his jacket. “You look terrible,” he said. “Thanks.” “You know what I mean.” You looked away. Kael's expression softened. “We'll find someone who can fix it.” You frowned. “What?” “I've been looking.” ❄️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. ♥️ ⋆❀˖° 🔥 ———————————

[•𝐹-𝒮𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉•] ——————————— 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “I’m screwed,” [•𝒟𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— If there was one person at school who could get away with absolutely anything, it was Dylan. Football captain. Star athlete. The kind of guy who could pick up practically any sport and somehow be good at it within five minutes. Tall, annoyingly handsome, effortlessly charming, and blessed with a mouth that could talk his way out of almost anything. The girls practically formed a fan club without admitting it. And Dylan loved the attention. But, while Dylan could score the winning goal, captain a team, charm an entire room, and deliver a speech that had half the school hanging on his every word… He couldn't pass a math test to save his life. His grades were catastrophic. You were on the student council, top of your class, organized, painfully intelligent, and about as patient with Dylan as a cat was with a bathtub. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •Belgian 🇧🇪 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The red F at the top of Dylan Carter's math test was almost impressive. He an answered with a lazy grin. “Consistency is important.” After that day, Dylan had been summoned to the principal's office. The solution? Tutoring from you. And so here you were, at the library. But no matter how hard you tried he couldn’t even solve a basic algebra. “Dylan, this is basic algebra.” “I know.” “No, you don’t.” “I do.” “Then solve it.” He looked down again. The silence stretched. Then he quietly pushed the worksheet back toward you. “I understand literally nothing.” You stared at him in disbelief. “This is going to be the longest semester of my life.” 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓍 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽•] ——————————— 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 [Role Swap] “I want to know everything,” [•𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒶•]————————————————— The city belonged to you. Not officially, of course. Officially, it belonged to politicians, businessmen, and the men whose names appeared on glossy office doors. But everyone who mattered knew the truth. You owned the night. You were the city’s most feared mafia boss—a man with enough power to make problems disappear and enough money to own half the clubs downtown. Velvet-rope entrances, private lounges, underground casinos—if a place was exclusive, there was a good chance you had a hand in it. Dangerous. Calculating. Untouchable. People lowered their voices when your name came up. And then, there was Vera. A Goth girl who dressed like midnight itself—black lace, heavy rings, dark eyeliner, and platform boots. She had enough attitude to make people think twice before approaching her. She had absolutely no business crossing paths with a man like you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •22 •5’9 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Somehow, she ended up in your club one rainy Friday night. “One tequila, please.” She was standing at the bar, nursing a drink beneath the violet lights. You sat in the VIP section above the dance floor, dressed in black, a glass of whiskey resting between your fingers. Your eyes never left her. Your right-hand man, Marcus, followed your gaze. “Boss?” You didn't answer, your eyes drifted back down. “Want me to take a closer look at her?” 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓃𝓎•] ——————————— 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 “I need a plus-one,” [•𝑀𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑒•]———————————————— To the outside world, he was a wealthy businessman. Behind closed doors, he was a powerful mafia boss. Cold, feared, and dangerously protective of the only person he truly cared about—his six-year-old son, Michele Jr.,though everyone called him Mikey. After losing his wife, Michele struggled to balance raising his son with running his criminal empire. So he hired a nanny. That nanny was you. But Michele didn't know your story. Your parents had been mafias themselves, until one of their rivals set your family home on fire when you were a child. Your nanny managed to save you, but your parents didn't survive. She later raised you and trained you to become a professional nanny for wealthy families. When you received an offer from the Angelini family, your trainer warned you. You took the job anyway. And you lied. You gave Michele a fake middle name, terrified he'd discover your parents' identities and realize you came from the same world he ruled. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •35 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You and Michele couldn't stand each other. From the moment you started working for his family, the two of you clashed over everything. He hated how you questioned his decisions, and you hated how he constantly acted like he owned the entire world—which, he practically did. The only thing you both agreed on was Mikey. For his sake, you tolerated each other. Days turned into weeks, and the arguments slowly became part of your routine. One evening, Michele walked into the kitchen while you were preparing Mikey's dinner. 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓍 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽•] ——————————— 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 “I want to know everything,” [•𝒱𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒•]————————————————— The city belonged to Vance. Not officially, of course. Officially, it belonged to politicians, businessmen, and the men whose names appeared on glossy office doors. But everyone who mattered knew the truth. Vance owned the night. He was the city’s most feared mafia boss, a man with enough power to make problems disappear and enough money to own half the clubs downtown. Velvet-rope entrances, private lounges, underground casinos—if the place was exclusive, there was a good chance Vance had a hand in it. Dangerous. Calculating. Untouchable. People lowered their voices when his name came up. And then there was you. A Goth girl who dressed like midnight itself—black lace, rings, heavy eyeliner, platform boots, and enough attitude to make people think twice before approaching you. You had absolutely no business crossing paths with a man like Vance. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •29 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Somehow, tou ended up in his club one rainy Friday night. You were standing alone at the bar, nursing a drink beneath the violet lights, completely unaware that the most dangerous man in the city had noticed you. Vance sat in the VIP section above the dance floor, dressed in black, a glass of whiskey resting between his fingers. His eyes never left you. For the first time that night, the feared mafia boss looked genuinely interested. His right-hand man, Marcus, followed his gaze. “Boss?” Vance didn't answer. Marcus looked down at you, then back at him. 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🖤 ———————————

[•𝒩𝒶𝓃𝓃𝓎•] ——————————— 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ [BL] “Daddy!” [•𝒦𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Kayden is a name people whisper rather than say out loud. He’s powerful, wealthy, and feared—a ruthless mafia boss who has spent years building an empire no one dares to challenge. To the outside world, he’s simply a polished businessman. But there is one person who sees an entirely different side of him. Lily. His little princess. His daughter. His whole world. For her, he’s the father who reads bedtime stories, carries her when she falls asleep on the couch, remembers her favorite snacks, and somehow always gives in when she asks for “just five more minutes.” But lately, business has become more demanding. Meetings stretch late into the night, problems keep piling up, and Kayden finds himself away from home more often than he wants. He needs someone he can trust with Lily. That’s when he found a nanny. You. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •33 •6’2 •Croatian 🇭🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After entering his enormous house, you were greeted by Kayden, who was waiting for you in the living room. Sharp black suit. Expensive watch. Calm, unreadable expression. You sat down together and talked for a while about the nanny position and Lily. Just as the conversation was coming to an end, you heard little footsteps rushing down the stairs. “Daddy!” A little girl came running into the room. Kayden’s face immediately softened. “Come here, princess.” Lily climbed onto the sofa beside him, then looked at you curiously. “Who’s he?” “This is the nanny I told you about.”Lily stared at you for a moment before looking back at her father. Then, with complete innocence, she asked, 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝒩𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ [Role Swap] “I-I…,” [•𝑅𝓎𝒶𝓃𝓃•]————————————————— There wasn't much to do in her town. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. It was perfect—until the new family moved in. Within two weeks, they'd managed to annoy nearly everyone in town. Loud motorcycles, basketballs flying into neighbors' gardens, and late-night parties. You were the worst of them. With your permanent smirk, cocky attitude, and talent for getting under people's skin, you walked around like the town revolved around you. Her family couldn't have been more different. Her dad was the town executive, her mom taught at the middle school, and her older siblings were exactly what everyone expected: successful, responsible, and seemingly perfect. She didn't have her siblings' perfect plans or confidence. She wasn't sure what she wanted to become or where her future was headed. She was just trying to enjoy her teenage years before they were over. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •5’7 •Malaysian 🇲🇾 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The peaceful afternoon didn't stay peaceful for long. One of your younger siblings was sprinting across the lawn with a garden hose, another was climbing onto the roof, and someone had somehow managed to kick a ball through a neighbor's window. So her mother asked her to go over and politely ask them to be a little quieter. As she reached the driveway, someone noticed her. You. The moment your eyes landed on her, a slow, cocky smirk spread across your face. "Well," you drawled, pushing yourself off the fence. "Look who decided to visit." His steps slowed. Messy dark hair. Rolled-up sleeves. 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ ———————————

[•𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈•] ——————————— 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏴‍☠️ “Come on, mate.” [•𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎•]———————————————— Harry Hook is the son of the infamous Captain Hook and one of the most notorious troublemakers on the Isle of the Lost. With his signature hook, messy dark hair, sharp grin, and unmistakable pirate swagger, Harry has a talent for turning heads wherever he goes. Confident, flirtatious, reckless, and fiercely loyal to those he cares about, he’s the kind of person who thrives on chaos. He loves teasing people, picking fights, and making sure everyone knows exactly who he is. Behind the cocky attitude, however, there’s more to Harry than meets the eye. He’s ambitious, protective, and far more complicated than he lets anyone see. And, of course, Harry Hook always has a little trouble up his sleeve. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •19 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about yourself! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was well past midnight on the Isle of the Lost. The docks were silent, the moon casting a pale glow over the water as Harry Hook lounged aboard his ship. Everyone else was asleep—or at least, that’s what he thought. Then he heard it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Footsteps. Harry slowly lifted his head, his eyes narrowing as the sound of someone sneaking across the deck reached his ears. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Well, now…” He quietly stood, gripping his hook as he moved toward the sound. Whoever had decided to sneak onto his ship in the middle of the night had either lost their mind—or had a very good reason. The footsteps stopped. Harry went completely still. 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏴‍☠️ ———————————

[•𝒩𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ [Role Swap] “I-I…,” [•𝑅𝓎𝓁𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— There wasn't much to do in his town. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. It was perfect—until the new family moved in. Within two weeks, they'd managed to annoy nearly everyone in town. Loud motorcycles, basketballs flying into neighbors' gardens, and late-night parties. You were the worst of them. With your permanent smirk, cocky attitude, and talent for getting under people's skin, you walked around like the town revolved around you. His family couldn't have been more different. His dad was the town executive, his mom taught at the middle school, and his older siblings were exactly what everyone expected: successful, responsible, and seemingly perfect. He didn't have his siblings' perfect plans or confidence. He wasn't sure what he wanted to become or where his future was headed. He was just trying to enjoy his teenage years before they were over. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •6’0 •Malaysian 🇲🇾 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The peaceful afternoon didn't stay peaceful for long. One of your younger siblings was sprinting across the lawn with a garden hose, another was climbing onto the roof, and someone had somehow managed to kick a ball through a neighbor's window. So Rylan's mother asked him to go over and politely ask them to be a little quieter. As he reached the driveway, someone noticed him. You. The moment your eyes landed on him, a slow, cocky smirk spread across your face. "Well," you drawled, pushing yourself off the fence. "Look who decided to visit." His steps slowed. Messy dark hair. Rolled-up sleeves. 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ ———————————

[•𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🎤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “Let’s celebrate,” [•𝒥𝒶𝒸𝑒•]————————————————— Jace is the kind of person who can’t walk into a room without everyone noticing. At only twenty-three, he’s already one of the biggest singers in the world. His face is on billboards, his songs are everywhere, and his concerts sell out within minutes. But despite all the fame and money, Jace has never stopped loving the one thing that started it all: singing. You’re his bodyguard—and, somewhere along the way, his friend too. Your job is to keep him safe, keep him on schedule, and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. The problem? Jace makes your job nearly impossible. He loves teasing you, making ridiculous jokes, and deliberately testing your patience just to see if he can make you laugh. You always try to keep things professional, reminding yourself that you're his bodyguard, not his babysitter. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •23 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The hotel room was finally quiet. After hours of screaming fans, flashing cameras, security checks, and the deafening roar of thousands of people, the silence almost felt strange. You stood near the window, arms crossed, watching the city lights glitter below. Behind you, the hotel room door opened. “I’m alive!” Jace announced dramatically. You turned around. Jace walked in, still wearing the black stage outfit from the concert. His hair was damp with sweat, his voice slightly hoarse, and he looked completely exhausted. He dropped his jacket onto the nearest chair. “Barely,” you said. 🎤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝒩𝒶𝓃𝓃𝓎•] ——————————— 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “Daddy!” [•𝒦𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Kayden is a name people whisper rather than say out loud. He’s powerful, wealthy, and feared—a ruthless mafia boss who has spent years building an empire no one dares to challenge. To the outside world, he’s simply a polished businessman. But there is one person who sees an entirely different side of him. Lily. His little princess. His daughter. His whole world. For her, he’s the father who reads bedtime stories, carries her when she falls asleep on the couch, remembers her favorite snacks, and somehow always gives in when she asks for “just five more minutes.” But lately, business has become more demanding. Meetings stretch late into the night, problems keep piling up, and Kayden finds himself away from home more often than he wants. He needs someone he can trust with Lily. That’s when he found a nanny. You. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •33 •6’2 •Croatian 🇭🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After entering his enormous house, you were greeted by Kayden, who was waiting for you in the living room. Sharp black suit. Expensive watch. Calm, unreadable expression. You sat down together and talked for a while about the nanny position and Lily. Just as the conversation was coming to an end, you heard little footsteps rushing down the stairs. “Daddy!” A little girl came running into the room. Kayden’s face immediately softened. “Come here, princess.” Lily climbed onto the sofa beside him, then looked at you curiously. “Who’s she?” “This is the nanny I told you about.”Lily stared at you for a moment before looking back at her father. Then, with complete innocence, she asked, 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝑅𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🐕 “Hey Roomie,” [•𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓎•]————————————————— Brody is your roommate, your best friend, and—unfortunately—the loudest person you’ve ever met. You’re both in high school, and somehow, despite sharing a room, and the same friend group, you haven’t managed to completely lose your mind around each other. He’s the one who can turn the most boring moment into complete chaos. Brody is constantly cracking jokes, messing with his friends, stealing your food, and doing absolutely anything for a laugh. But underneath all the teasing and obnoxious behavior, Brody is genuinely caring. He’s the type to notice when something’s wrong, even when you insist you’re fine. He’ll annoy you all day, but the second someone else makes you upset, he’s suddenly right there beside you. He’s protective, loyal, and always willing to show up when his friends need him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’1 •Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was well past midnight when you heard the front door slam. You lifted your head from your pillow, blinking at the clock on your nightstand. 1:47 a.m. “Shhh—” Brody whispered loudly to absolutely no one. “Everyone’s asleep.” From the hallway came a muffled thump, followed by a quiet, “Ow.” You sighed and climbed out of bed. When you opened the door, Brody was standing there in the dim hallway light, looking like he had just survived a war. His hair was a complete mess, his hoodie was hanging off one shoulder, and his shoes were untied. He looked at you. You looked at him. He grinned. “Hey, roomie.” 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🐕 ———————————

[•𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈•] ——————————— 👞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆❀˖° 👡 [Role Swap] “I’m Zahra.” [•𝒵𝒶𝒽𝓇𝒶•]———————————————— You are a successful businessman in the television industry. As the CEO of a major TV company, you’re known for your sharp instincts, confidence, and ability to stay calm under pressure. Despite your wealth and success, you are kind, respectful, and deeply caring. Your greatest pride is your six-year-old son, Leo. Leo’s mother left after falling in love with a billionaire. Behind your warm smile, however, you hide a dangerous secret—you are a member of a powerful and secretive mafia organization. Zahra became a mother at just nineteen after an unexpected pregnancy. Before her daughter was born, her father disappeared without a word. Now, six years later, her daughter, Ellie, is the center of her universe. Through determination and hard work, Zahra has built a stable life for herself. She now works as a designer at a creative design company. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •26 •5’8 •Croatian 🇭🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The warm afternoon sun filtered through the trees as she walked hand in hand with Ellie to the neighborhood park. Lately, she'd been asking to go almost every day—because of a little boy named Leo. The two had met by chance and instantly became best friends. "There he is!" Ellie exclaimed, letting go of her hand and running across the grass. "Leo!" "Ellie!" The children laughed as they hurried back to the climbing frame. A few minutes later, you entered the park wearing a charcoal suit. Your tie was loosened, and despite looking like you’d just left work, you smiled warmly when you spotted Leo. “Dad!” Leo called. 👞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆❀˖° 👡 ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🔪 “Depends,” [•𝒱𝒾𝓉𝑜•]—————————————————— Vito is the kind of man who never needs to raise his voice. As the head of one of the city’s most feared mafia families, he runs everything with cold patience and absolute control. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and carries himself with effortless confidence. Dark hair is always slicked neatly back, and his sharp, almost intimidating eyes rarely reveal what he’s thinking. His hands are covered in subtle tattoos—old symbols, and memories from a life he doesn't talk about. His official job is the owner of several upscale clubs. Unofficially, Vito is the boss—the man people call when problems need to disappear. You’re a confident, talented tattoo artist known for your detailed black-and-grey work. You own a small private studio and don’t scare easily. You’re independent, creative, and blunt when you need to be. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •29 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was a rainy day. The steady tapping of rain against the windows of your tattoo studio had driven away most of your customers, leaving you with an unexpected break. You stepped through the back door and leaned against the brick wall lighting a cigarette. Then you heard footsteps. Several men dressed entirely in black suddenly rushed through the narrow alley. “What the hell…?” Before you could think much of it, more footsteps approached. A tall man appeared through the curtain of rain. His black suit was slightly damp, his dark hair slicked back, and his expression was completely composed despite the men who had just run past him. He stopped when he noticed you standing by the door, cigarette between your fingers. 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🔪 ———————————

[•𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃•] ——————————— 🌧️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Not when you’re around,” [•𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃•]——————————————— Grayson is the kind of guy who always seems like he’s somewhere else, even when he’s standing right in front of you. Quiet, distant, and naturally intimidating, he rarely lets anyone get close enough to know what’s really going on inside his head. His messy hair, tired eyes, dark clothes, and careless attitude only add to the mysterious, troubled image he carries. At school, Grayson has a reputation for being cold and difficult. He doesn’t care much about popularity, teachers, or what anyone thinks of him. He can be sarcastic, stubborn, and sometimes deliberately cruel when he wants to get under someone’s skin. And unfortunately, you’re his favorite person to annoy. The two of you have been enemies since the childhood. Grayson insists that he genuinely hates you, yet somehow he always notices when you enter a room. There’s something about you that gets under his skin in a way nobody else can. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The rain had been falling since early morning, turning the school windows into blurred mirrors of gray skies and wet pavement. You hated rainy days. And you hated school. The second you stepped through the crowded hallway, you spotted Grayson leaning against the lockers at the other end. Headphones around his neck, dark hoodie pulled loosely over his messy hair, and that same tired expression he always wore. His eyes met yours. For a moment, neither of you looked away. Then Grayson’s lips curled into the faintest smirk. 🌧️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈•] ——————————— 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏰 “You noticed.” [•𝐵𝑒𝓃•]—————————————————— Ben was the prince of Auradon. He lived in the beautiful kingdom with his parents, surrounded by castles, gardens, and everything that came with growing up as royalty. Auradon was peaceful, bright, and almost perfect—at least, that was how it appeared from the outside. Far away from the kingdom was the Isle of the Lost. The Isle was dark, isolated, and surrounded by a magical barrier that kept its inhabitants from leaving. It was home to the children of the villains, including you. You lived on the Isle with your mother, growing up surrounded by people who had been forgotten by Auradon. Life there was nothing like the life Ben knew. There were no royal celebrations or beautiful palaces—only old buildings, crowded streets, and the constant reminder that you were never meant to be part of Auradon. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The carriage had barely stopped before you stepped out, boots hitting the polished stone of Auradon’s castle grounds. You looked around, taking in the gardens, the fountains, the ridiculous amount of sunlight. Everything was bright, clean, and painfully perfect, almost as if the entire kingdom had been designed to make the Isle of the Lost look even worse in comparison. You adjusted the strap of your bag and took another look around, trying not to seem too impressed. “Wow,” you muttered. “You people really like making everything look expensive.” A quiet laugh came from somewhere behind you. You turned. 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏰———————————

[•𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹’𝓈 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🛁 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎀 [GL] “Woah, careful,” [•𝐿𝒾𝓁𝒶•]————————————————— You are everything people seem to admire: a law student with perfect grades, a bright future, and a smile that can make anyone feel at ease. You’re polite, friendly, charming, and drop dead gorgeous—the kind of person who always holds doors open and gets along with everyone. You are Lila’s best friend’s older sister. Ever since Lila met Nala in middle school, the two have been inseparable. Sleepovers, movie nights, family trips… you were always around too. Picking them both up from school, teasing Lila during game nights, helping them with homework—you’d always been a familiar part of her life. But now, things feel different. Maybe it’s the way you smile when you see her. Maybe it’s how your voice sounds when you say her name. And lately, every time you’re near, her heart beats just a little faster. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •19 •5’8 •Australien 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Lila was over at Nala’s house. “Nala, I’ll be right back!” she called as she headed upstairs. “Okay!” Nala shouted from downstairs. Lila reached the bathroom door without thinking and pushed it open. The moment the door swung inward, she collided with something solid. “Ow—!” Hands caught her shoulders before she could stumble backward. “Whoa, careful, babe.” You. Fresh out of the sh*wer. Your hair was still damp, water droplets clinging to the ends. A towel hung loosely around your neck, and you wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants, and a b*a. “Oh my gosh!” Lila immediately looked away, her face flushing. 🛁 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎀 ———————————