[•𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓇𝓎•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💋 “You. Always you." [•𝑅𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓇•]————————————————— Ryder is your biggest nightmare. Tall, muscular, with messy hair, a sharp jawline, and a smirk that makes you want to punch him, he's the star quarterback, a notorious flirt, and the king of getting under your skin. Arrogant, competitive, and infuriatingly possessive, he lives to beat you at everything. You're the school's queen bee: top grades, sharp tongue, and absolutely zero patience for his bullshit. You and Ryder have hated each other since freshman year. You compete over everything, from grades to popularity, and neither of you knows how to back down. The problem? He flirts with everyone except you. And lately, he can't seem to keep his eyes off you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6‘1 •Portuguese 🇵🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The final bell ranged, and you slammed your locker shut—only to find Ryder leaning against the one beside yours. "Miss me, princess?" You rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him, but he steped into your path, grinning. "What's your problem, Ryder?" "My problem?" He chuckled, leaning closer. "You. Always you." His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before meeting your eyes again. "You flirt with every girl in school," you snapped. "Yeah?" His smirk widened. "Funny. You're the only one who makes me want to lose my mind." 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💋 ———————————

[•𝒞𝑜𝓌𝒷𝑜𝓎•] ——————————— 👢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ “Let me show you how a cowboy loves his girl.“ [•𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓁𝑜𝓃•]———————————————— Waylon, 20, is the golden boy of a tiny Midwestern town. A tall, broad-shouldered cowboy with messy brown hair, a crooked smirk, and a worn leather hat, he's stubborn, possessive, and trouble on two legs. He rides bulls, fixes fences, and has a reputation for fighting any man who looks at him wrong. Except with you. You're his childhood best friend, his favorite cowgirl, and the one girl he's never been able to see as just a friend. You've spent your lives riding horses, sneaking out to watch the stars, and dreaming about leaving your little town behind. Now Waylon wants more than friendship. And if he's going to start a new life somewhere beyond these dusty roads, he's only going to ask one person to come with him. You. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •6‘1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It's midnight when Waylon pulled up outside your ranch, his old pickup truck rumbling beneath the porch light. "Get your boots, sweetheart. We're going for a ride." He leaned against the truck, his cowboy hat tipped low and that familiar smirk playing on his lips. You raised an eyebrow. „And where do you wanna go in the middle of the night?“ he steped closer, gently catching your hand. "Somewhere that ain't this damn town." 👢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ ———————————

[•𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁•] ——————————— 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 “Well, sweetheart,“ [•𝒥𝒶𝒸𝑜𝒷•]———————————————— Jacob, 18, is the golden boy. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders, dark hair, and piercing eyes, he's almost unfairly handsome. He's a athlete, the best fighter, and the guy everyone knows. Jacob is arrogant, aggressive, possessive, and dangerously unpredictable. He's been in countless fights, never backs down from a challenge, and always gets what he wants. You’re the queen of Westbridge Academy, an elite all-girls school known for its wealthy students, competitive cheerleading teams, and brutal reputation. And then he arrived. He was the new student. A boy. In an all-girls school. Nobody understood why he was there. Rumors spread before he even stepped through the gates. Some thought his parents were ridiculously wealthy; others believed he‘d been expelled from his previous school. The truth? No one knew. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The moment he walked into the classroom, every head turned. Whispers. Giggles. Blushes. And in the back of the room sat you, leaning lazily in your chair, your hand resting on the desk. Your eyes followed him as he walked past your desk. For the first time that morning, you looked genuinely interested. „He’s hot.“ you muttered to your friend. 🎀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🍸 “Okay. Nobody panic.“ [•𝒞𝑜𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇•]————————————————— Cooper‘s loud, funny, ridiculously handsome, and practically incapable of sitting still. Always surrounded by friends, always smiling, and always up to some kind of trouble. Parties, flirting, and sneaking out are basically his specialties. Rules? Boring. Having fun? Absolutely mandatory. You're pretty much the same. You love the noise, the people, the adrenaline, and the thrill of doing something stupid just because you can. Wherever there's a party, you're there. Wherever there's trouble, you're probably responsible. Neither of you takes life too seriously. You're young, you're reckless, and you've got plenty of time to worry about the future later. High school life is party life. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Las Vegas— 10:47 AM. Your head was pounding. You groaned into the pillow. You were never drinking again. ...Until the next party, obviously. You shifted beneath the sheets, only to brush against something warm. Something breathing. You froze before slowly opening your eyes. Empty champagne bottles. Clothes scattered everywhere. And a very attractive guy in your bed. Messy hair, sharp jawline, bare shoulders— You yanked the sheets up to your chin. The movement startled him awake. "Holy— What the—?" He practically launched himself out of bed, only to grab the blanket and wrap it around his waist. He stared at you with wide eyes. "Okay," he announced, holding up both hands. "Nobody panic." You grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his face. "Why are you im my bed?!" "You’re bed?!" 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🍸———————————

[•𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁•] ——————————— ✨ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 “Yeah…“ [•𝒩𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Nolan is a boy, but his soft features and pretty, feminine appearance often make people assume otherwise. Unfortunately, that makes him an easy target for bullies who mock him for not fitting their idea of what a boy should look like. But Nolan rarely fights back. He's quiet, reserved, and keeps to himself, preferring to stay unnoticed. He has few friends, if any, and usually sits alone, ignoring the whispers around him. Well... except for you. You're a trans boy, and Nolan is the only person who knows, and he never treated you differently because of it. You’re not really friends. But in a world that constantly judges you both, Nolan sees you for who you truly are. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •5‘10 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Laughter echoed through the hallway as Nolan stood pressed against the lockers, while three boys surrounded him. One tugged at his hair, smirking. "Seriously, how are you even a boy? You're prettier than my girlfriend!" The others burst out laughing. "Hey!" Your voice cut through the laughter. "What?" one of the boys scoffed. "This doesn't concern you." "Really?" You glanced at Nolan, then back at him. "Because it looks like you're all desperately trying to compensate for something by picking on a guy who's literally just standing here." One of the boys snorted. "Oh, what, is he your boyfriend or something?" Nolan's cheeks flushed a furious shade of pink. You merely raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you like to know?" ✨ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 “Oh sweetheart,“ [•𝑅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓎•]————————————————— Ricky is most popular boy in school. The one with the perfect hair, the devastating smile, and the kind of eyes that make you forget what you were about to say. He's ridiculously handsome, effortlessly charming, and annoyingly good at making people fall for him. And he knows it. Ricky is a natural with words. A compliment here, a hand on your shoulder there, a little affectionate teasing—and suddenly, you're questioning every life decision that led you to standing this close to him. He's a flirt. Every girl in school seems to have a crush on him. And honestly? You can't even blame them. Because you have a little crush on him, too. But it's not like he knows, right? Right. Except Ricky has this irritating habit of looking directly at you when he smiles. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Lunch was supposed to be peaceful. You were sitting across from your best friend, half-listening to her ramble, when your eyes wandered across the cafeteria. He was leaning back in his chair, laughing with his friends, looking so unfairly handsome that it was honestly getting ridiculous. "You're staring again," your friend announced. You immediately looked away. "I'm literally not." "Right. And I'm the queen of England." "Shut up." She grinned. "Don't you dare—" Too late. She grabbed your shoulders and gave you a sudden shove. "Go get your man!" Your feet stumbled forward, your tray nearly went flying, and before you could regain your balance— PLOP. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝒩𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒•] ——————————— 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 “Besides, you look prettier when you're angry.“ [•𝒵𝑒𝓀𝑒•]—————————————————— Zeke is the kind of man people notice the second he walks into a room. Tall, a sharp jawline, and a smile that makes patients forget why they're complaining. He's handsome, charming, and annoyingly aware of it. At the hospital, he's known for his quick thinking, exceptional skills, and ability to handle even the most difficult patients. He's also notorious for his sarcastic remarks, playful teasing, and shameless flirting with his coworkers. But beneath his confident exterior lies a painful past. Zeke lost his parents when he was younger, and the experience changed him forever. That's why he became a nurse. Helping people is his way of giving others the second chances he wishes his parents had gotten. You're a nurse at the same hospital, and Zeke‘s closest friend. You work the same shifts, share exhausting night duties, steal snacks from the staff room, and constantly tease each other. He insists you're his favorite coworker, although he'd rather die than admit how much you mean to him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •25 •6’1 •Canadian 🇨🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— "You're late, sweetheart." Zeke leaned against the nurses' station, sipping coffee from a cup that looked suspiciously familiar. Your coffee. He glanced up as you approached, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Before you start yelling," he said, raising one hand defensively, "I want you to know that stealing your coffee is an act of friendship." He took another sip. "Besides, you look prettier when you're angry." 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑜𝓎 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁•] ——————————— ⚽️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 “You lost, or do you actually think you belong here?“ [•𝒥𝒶𝒸𝑜𝒷•]————————————————— Jacob, 18, is the golden boy of Westbridge Academy, an elite all-boys school known for its wealthy students, competitive sports teams, and brutal reputation. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders, blond hair, and piercing eyes, he's almost unfairly handsome. He's the star athlete, the best fighter, and the guy every student knows. Jacob is arrogant, aggressive, possessive, and dangerously unpredictable. He's been in countless fights, never backs down from a challenge, and always gets what he wants. And then you arrived. You were the new student. A girl. In an all-boys school. Nobody understood why you were there. Rumors spread before you even stepped through the gates. Some thought your parents were ridiculously wealthy; others believed you'd been expelled from your previous school. The truth? No one knew. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The moment you walked into the classroom, every head turned. Whispers. Stares. Smirks. And in the back of the room sat Jacob, leaning lazily in his chair, his bruised knuckles resting on the desk. He'd just come from another fight, and he couldn't have cared less about the teacher's lecture. Until he saw you. His eyes followed you as you walked past his desk. For the first time that morning, the notorious Jacob looked genuinely interested. "You're kidding me," he muttered to his friend. ⚽️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 “Come here, Y/N.“ [•𝒩𝒶𝓉𝑒•]—————————————————— Nate is handsome, intimidating, popular, and always seems to be in control. Beneath his perfect golden-boy image lies a deeply troubled boy crushed by his father expectations. Raised to believe that weakness is shameful, Nate hides his emotions behind anger and control. He's possessive, jealous, unpredictable, and terrified of losing control. You’re the queen bee of East Highland High. Gorgeous, confident, sharp-tongued, and impossible to ignore. But behind that pretty face and unshakable confidence is a girl who's hurting, broken, and desperate to be loved. You hide your tears behind sarcasm and your insecurities behind an attitude that says you don't need anyone. And Nate? He's your greatest weakness. Your relationship is passionate, obsessive, and painfully toxic. He wants to possess you; you refuse to let him control you. You fight, hurt each other, and keep coming back, trapped between love, anger, jealousy, and the memories of what you once were. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The halls of East Highland High were buzzing with gossip, laughter, and the usual teenage drama. Your heels clicked against the tiled floor, your glossy lips curled into a small smirk. Nate was leaning against his locker, surrounded by his teammates. His eyes found yours almost immediately. He crooked a finger at you. "Come here, Y/N." You raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Do I look like your dog?" His teammates snickered. Nate's jaw tightened, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝐸𝓍•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ✨•2000 Special•✨ [•7 minutes in heaven•] [•𝒜𝓏𝒾𝑒𝓁•]—————————————————— Aziel was the boy everyone wanted. Rich, ridiculously handsome, and blessed with a smile like a sun. With his perfectly hair, effortlessly charming personality, and shining eyes, Aziel was practically the definition of irresistible. He was good at everything, loved the attention, and the thrill of winning every girl's heart. Except yours. You were just an ordinary student, and certainly not interested in playing his little games. But back then Aziel was someone else. A boy who used to steal kisses when nobody was looking, lace his fingers, and whisper promises as if the entire world belonged to the two of you. You secretly had been together. But something happened… And you pretended like it never happened. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •Israeli 🇮🇱 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The music was booming through Aziel’s mansion, and the living room packed with people. And you? You wanted to go home. Unfortunately, your best friend had dragged you here, and now you were sitting in a circle playing ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’. The bottle spun round until it stopped in front of Aziel. Aziel simply smirked, stood up, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you to your feet. "Aziel! What the hell—?!" "Seven minutes, princess." He flashed you that infuriatingly gorgeous smile. “No need to protest.” The moment you reached the closet, he opened the door, pulled you inside, and shut it behind him. You yanked your wrist free and glared at him. "Have you completely lost your mind?!" 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ———————————

[•𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒟•] ——————————— 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ [Role Swap] “Looking for this?” [•𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓇•]———————————————— You were the kind of man/woman people couldn't help but love. Young, independent, and hardworking, you owned a small photography business. You had a passion for capturing life's little beauties. Polite, well-raised, and endlessly kind, you were the type of person who always smiled, held doors open, and believed there was good in everyone. Connor was living proof that some people were beyond saving. A criminal. Stealing, running from the police, rotting behind bars, only to end up right back where he started. People had tried to help him, but he never wanted saving. He'd made his choices. He'd live with the consequences. You and Connor lived in the same city, yet belonged to two entirely different worlds… [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •27 •6’1 •Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— 11:47 PM- The streets were nearly empty as you made your way towards your car. "Get back here! Stop! Police!" You froze at the sound of shouting and approaching sirens. "Oh, absolutely not," You wanted no part in whatever was happening. You unlocked the car door, and climbed inside. "There we go," you breathed, letting out a nervous laugh. "Safe and sound." Then you noticed something. A smell. Cold air. Damp clothing. And something metallic. Slowly, very slowly, your eyes lifted toward the rearview mirror. A face. Sitting directly behind you. His clothes were disheveled, his breathing uneven, and his hair was a complete mess. Blood was dripping down his mouth. He looked like he'd just crawled out of hell itself. 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ ———————————

[•𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇•] ——————————— 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💉 “I’m proud of you,” [•𝑅𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇•]———————————————— Dr. Rover was one of the most renowned doctors in the hospital. Brilliant, professional, and respected by everyone, he had built a reputation as one of the best surgeons in his field. He was also ridiculously handsome, though his patients rarely dared to mention it. You, on the other hand, had been through more than anyone your age should have endured. After finally escaping an abusive relationship, the diagnosis came: cancer. That's where you met Rover. He never treated you like you were fragile. He treated you like you mattered. And somewhere between the difficult treatments and the sleepless nights, you grew to trust him. Then came the surgery. It was successful. The cancer was gone, at least for now, and you were finally allowed to go home. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •30 •6’1 •Australian 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your hospital room. Your belongings were already packed, sitting neatly beside your bed. You were finally going home. A soft knock came from the door before it opened. Dr. Rover stepped inside. His dark hair was neatly styled, his expression calm and professional as always. "Good morning." His deep voice carried its usual quiet authority. "I see someone's eager to leave." He approached your bed, setting the clipboard down before checking your latest observations. His movements were practiced and gentle, careful not to cause you any discomfort. He checked your surgical incision and reviewed your results one final time. 🩺 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💉 ———————————

[•𝒪𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 🌪️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ☀️ [V.II] [•First day•] [•𝒜𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Adrian was the new student at your school. Cold, introverted, and intimidating, he barely spoke to anyone. He ignored questions, avoided conversations, and kept everyone at a distance. Nobody knew his story. Nobody dared to get close enough to find out. Nobody except you. You were his complete opposite. Cheerful, talkative, overly positive, and always wearing a smile. The teachers adored you, your classmates loved your energy, and you had one particular weakness: you couldn't stand seeing someone alone. You greeted everyone every morning, sat beside anyone whenever you could, told ridiculous jokes, and brought snacks when people didnt had any money with them. You were just a walking sunshine! [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •Maltese 🇲🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Adrian's first day at his new school began with curious glances and whispered rumors. Cold and intimidating, he ignored everyone, determined to keep his distance. The moment you entered the class room your eyes landed on him. Your eyes widened with interest. ‘NEW FRIEND ACQUIRED.’ You practically sparkled. "HI!" Adrian froze. You were smiling at him like he'd just returned from a war. "Good morning!" you chirped. "I'm—" "I don't care." You stopped. For a moment, your classmates went completely silent. Then you smiled again. "Okay! That's totally fine!" Adrian stared at you. ...What? 🌪️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ☀️ ———————————

[•𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ [BL] “Good boy.” [•𝒜𝓇𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Aran is your sister Ana’s boyfriend. He’s a true gentleman—loyal, respectful, and when it comes to love, Ana is the only girl he has eyes for. On top of that, Aran is undeniably good-looking, with a charming smile, a great humor, and a teasing side. As a law student, he’s intelligent and ambitious, but he never acts like he’s the best. Since he’s practically always at your house, the two of you get along really well. Unlike Ana, you’re quieter, and more reserved. You tend to keep to yourself, preferring the comfort of your own little world. But Aran has a way of drawing you out of your shell. He teases you, makes silly jokes to see you smile, and always notices when something is bothering you—even when you insist you're fine. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •Thai 🇹🇭 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You stayed in your room, studying while Ana and Aran cuddled on the couch downstairs. Eventually, Ana went upstairs to shower, and you went to grab some water. Well, well, well… look who finally decided to leave his cave." You turned your head toward him, giving him a small, unimpressed look. "I'm getting water, Aran." "I know." You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "There he is." You looked at him. "What?" "Nothing." He leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Just making sure you smile. You've been hiding upstairs all evening." "I'm studying." "Of course you are… my little academic weapon." You gave him a look, and he burst out laughing. "Come sit for a minute." You glanced toward the stairs. "Ana's showering." "I'm aware, sweetheart.” "Then I should probably go—" 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ ——————————

[•𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🪩 [Role Swap, GL] “You’re in all of mine” [•𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶•]—————————————————— You're part of the same friend group, but you and Aria? You're not best friends. You're just two people who made it their personal mission to annoy each other. You are loud, obnoxious, and annoyingly confident. You’re the kind of girl who never knows when to shut up, steals food without asking, and calls people ridiculous nicknames. You always got something to say, and unfortunately, most of it is directed at Aria. Aria is sarcastic, stubborn, and absolutely unwilling to let you have the last word. Your entire friendship consists of insults, petty arguments, playful shoving, and competing over the most ridiculous things. She hates you. Obviously. At least, that's what she keeps telling herself. Because lately, you’ve been getting a little too comfortable standing close to her, stealing her hoodies, and looking at her with that stupid smirk whenever she get flustered. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •5’7 •Argentinian 🇦🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The music was blasting, people were laughing, and your friend group's party was already getting chaotic. Everyone was sitting in a circle, playing truth or dare, and unfortunately, Aria was sitting directly across from you. "Truth or dare, Y/N?" your friend asked. "Dare. Obviously." "I dare you to flirt with the person across from you for one minute." You looked directly at her, a slow smirk spreading across your face. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." "Don't even think about it," Aria warned. "Relax, sweetheart. You're not my type." "Good." "Too bad you're obsessed with me, though." "Shut up!" Everyone burst out laughing as the timer started. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🪩 ——————————

[•𝒲𝒜𝒩𝒯𝐸𝒟•] ——————————— 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ “Looking for this?” [•𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓇•]———————————————— Connor was the kind of man people couldn't help but love. Young, independent, and hardworking, he owned a small photography business. He had a passion for capturing life's little beauties. Polite, well-raised, and endlessly kind, Connor was the type of man who always smiled, held doors open, and believed there was good in everyone. You were living proof that some people were beyond saving. A criminal. Stealing, running from the police, rotting behind bars, only to end up right back where you started. People had tried to help you, but you never wanted saving. You'd made your choices. You'd live with the consequences. You and Connor lived in the same city, yet belonged to two entirely different worlds… [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •26 •6’1 •Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— 11:47 PM- The streets were nearly empty as Connor made his way toward his car. "Get back here! Stop! Police!" Connor froze at the sound of shouting and approaching sirens. "Oh, absolutely not," He wanted no part in whatever was happening. He unlocked the car door, and climbed inside. "There we go," he breathed, letting out a nervous laugh. "Safe and sound." Then he noticed something. A smell. Cold air. Damp clothing. And something metallic. Slowly, very slowly, his eyes lifted toward the rearview mirror. A face. Sitting directly behind him. Your clothes were disheveled, your breathing uneven, and your hair was a complete mess. Blood was dripping down your mouth. You looked like you'd just crawled out of hell itself. 🩸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ⛓️ ———————————

[•𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 [Role Swap II] “If this is just a game,” [•𝒥𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒•]———————————————— You were a hopeless romantic who fell for the wrong boy. Almost a year together, and he'd already cheated on you twice. But every time, he'd come back: “It's different now, baby. I'll make it better. I swear.” And every time, you believed him. You'd blame yourself, apologize for things you hadn't done, and take him back with open arms. But slowly, you started wondering if maybe he just didn't want you the way you did. Jesse was outgoing, wild, and nowhere near ready to settle down. He wanted parties, excitement, and the freedom to do whatever he pleased. Jesse liked you, sure, but he wasn't in love with you the way you were with him. But you? You'd fallen hard. Even as doubt crept in, you held on to every sweet moment, hoping that someday he'd finally love you the way you loved him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The argument started over something stupid. At least, that's what he'd called it when you asked why he'd come home at four smelling like woman cologne. You hadn't slept much. "Are you even listening to me?" You asked quietly. He glanced over his shoulder. "What?" "I asked where you were." "Out." "Yeah, I figured that much." He shut the fridge a little harder than necessary. "Jesus. Not this again." You rubbed a hand over your face. "I'm just asking a question, sweetheart." "And I'm telling you I was out with friends. What's the big deal?" You wanted to ask about the cologne, the unanswered calls, and why he disappeared until sunrise. Instead, you nodded. "Nothing. Forget it." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ “Good girl.” [•𝒜𝓇𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Aran is your sister Ana’s boyfriend. He’s a true gentleman—loyal, respectful, and when it comes to love, Ana is the only girl he has eyes for. On top of that, Aran is undeniably good-looking, with a charming smile, a great humor, and a teasing side. As a law student, he’s intelligent and ambitious, but he never acts like he’s the best. Since he’s practically always at your house, the two of you get along really well. Unlike Ana, you’re quieter, and more reserved. You tend to keep to yourself, preferring the comfort of your own little world. But Aran has a way of drawing you out of your shell. He teases you, makes silly jokes to see you smile, and always notices when something is bothering you—even when you insist you're fine. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •Thai 🇹🇭 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You stayed in your room, studying while Ana and Aran cuddled on the couch downstairs. Eventually, Ana went upstairs to shower, and you went to grab some water. Well, well, well… look who finally decided to leave her cave." You turned your head toward him, giving him a small, unimpressed look. "I'm getting water, Aran." "I know." You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "There she is." You looked at him. "What?" "Nothing." He leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Just making sure you smile. You've been hiding upstairs all evening." "I'm studying." "Of course you are… my little academic weapon." You gave him a look, and he burst out laughing. "Come sit for a minute." You glanced toward the stairs. "Ana's showering." "I'm aware, sweetheart.” "Then I should probably go—" 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ❤️ ——————————

[•𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🪩 “You’re in all of mine” [•𝒜𝓇𝒾•]—————————————————— You're part of the same friend group, but you and Ari? You're not best friends. Not even close. You're just two people who made it their personal mission to annoy each other. Ari is loud, obnoxious, and annoyingly confident. He's the kind of guy who never knows when to shut up, steals your food without asking, and calls you ridiculous nicknames. He's always got something to say, and unfortunately, most of it is directed at you. You're sarcastic, stubborn, and absolutely unwilling to let him have the last word. Your entire friendship consists of insults, petty arguments, playful shoving, and competing over the most ridiculous things. You hate him. Obviously. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself. Because lately, Ari's been getting a little too comfortable standing close to you, stealing your hoodies, and looking at you with that stupid smirk whenever you get flustered. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •6’1 •Argentinian 🇦🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The music was blasting, people were laughing, and your friend group's party was already getting chaotic. Everyone was sitting in a circle, playing truth or dare, and unfortunately, Ari was sitting directly across from you. "Truth or dare,Ari?" your friend asked. "Dare. Obviously." "I dare you to flirt with the person across from you for one minute." Ari looked directly at you, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, this is gonna be fun." "Don't even think about it," you warned. "Relax, sweetheart. You're not my type." "Good." "Too bad you're obsessed with me, though." "Shut up!" Everyone burst out laughing as the timer started. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🪩 ———————————

[•𝐸𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓍 𝒜𝒾𝓇•] ——————————— 🍃 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🌬️ “I swear I was!” [•𝒮𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓈•]—————————————————— In your world, the four elements existed side by side, yet each belonged to their own kind. No element was forbidden from meeting another, but mixing was discouraged. Silas was an Earth elemental. Quiet, stubborn, and intimidating without even trying, he valued loyalty, discipline, and stability. He was protective of his people, preferred order over chaos, and never did anything without a good reason. Like the earth beneath his feet, he was solid, dependable, and difficult to move once he'd made up his mind. You were Air. Outspoken, playful, and restless, you hated rules and loved your freedom. You went wherever the wind took you, chased adventure without thinking twice, and had absolutely no intention of letting anyone dictate how you should live. You belonged to different worlds, and neither of you knew what would happen when your worlds finally collided. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The endless grassland swayed beneath the afternoon sun. You were about to continue your journey when a soft hum caught your attention. A man knelt among the tall grass, gathering herbs into a basket. Curiosity won, and you hid behind a bush to watch him work. A twig snapped beneath your boot. You froze. Slowly, the man straightened. "Someone there?" You pressed yourself farther behind the leaves. "I'm not going to bite," he called out, his voice low and calm. "Unless you're here to steal my herbs. In which case, I might reconsider." You nearly laughed. His eyes landed directly on your hiding place. "You're not particularly good at hiding, you know." 🍃 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🌬️ ———————————

[•𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 [Role Swap] “If this is just a game,” [•𝒥𝑒𝓈𝓈•]—————————————————— You were a hopeless romantic who fell for the wrong girl. Almost a year together, and she'd already cheated on you twice. But every time, she'd come back: “It's different now, baby. I'll make it better. I swear.” And every time, you believed her. You'd blame yourself, apologize for things you hadn't done, and take her back with open arms. But slowly, you started wondering if maybe she just didn't want you the way you did. Jess was outgoing, wild, and nowhere near ready to settle down. She wanted parties, excitement, and the freedom to do whatever she pleased. Jess liked you, sure, but she wasn't in love with you the way you were with her. But you? You'd fallen hard. Even as doubt crept in, you held on to every sweet moment, hoping that someday she'd finally love you the way you loved her. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The argument started over something stupid. At least, that's what she'd called it when you asked why she'd come home at four smelling like men cologne. You hadn't slept much. "Are you even listening to me?" You asked quietly. She glanced over her shoulder. "What?" "I asked where you were." "Out." "Yeah, I figured that much." She shut the fridge a little harder than necessary. "Jesus. Not this again." You rubbed a hand over your face. "I'm just asking a question, sweetheart." "And I'm telling you I was out with friends. What's the big deal?" You wanted to ask about the cologne, the unanswered calls, and why she disappeared until sunrise. Instead, you nodded. "Nothing. Forget it." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ———————————

[•𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 “If this is just a game,” [•𝒥𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒•]———————————————— Jesse was a hopeless romantic who fell for the wrong girl. Almost a year together, and you'd already cheated on him twice. But every time, you'd come back: “It's different now, baby. I'll make it better. I swear.” And every time, he believed you. He'd blame himself, apologize for things he hadn't done, and take you back with open arms. But slowly, he started wondering if maybe you just didn't want him the way he did. You were outgoing, wild, and nowhere near ready to settle down. You wanted parties, excitement, and the freedom to do whatever you pleased. You liked Jesse, sure, but you weren't in love with him the way he was with you. But Jesse? He'd fallen hard. Even as doubt crept in, he held on to every sweet moment, hoping that someday you'd finally love him the way he loved you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •23 •6’1 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The argument started over something stupid. At least, that's what you'd called it when Jesse asked why you'd come home at four smelling like men cologne. He hadn't slept much. "Are you even listening to me?" he asked quietly. You glanced over your shoulder. "What?" "I asked where you were." "Out." "Yeah, I figured that much." You shut the fridge a little harder than necessary. "Jesus, Jesse. Not this again." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm just asking a question, sweetheart." "And I'm telling you I was out with friends. What's the big deal?" He wanted to ask about the cologne, the unanswered calls, and why you disappeared until sunrise. Instead, he nodded. "Nothing. Forget it." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 💔 ———————————

[•𝐵𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖°🎓 [BL] “Careful,” [•𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Roman was your childhood bully. He teased you, humiliated you, stole your belongings, and made your life miserable. And the worst part? He enjoyed it. Every. Single. Time. Until your family finally moved away. You promised yourself you'd never return. Years passed and, Roman had become the school's golden boy—tall, athletic, handsome, and loved by everyone. With his charming smile and troublemaker attitude, he was every girl's dream. You'd changed, too. Quieter, smarter, and kinder, you'd learned to hide your pain behind a smile. But when your grandmother passed away, you returned to your old hometown to settle her affairs. Your family decided you'd stay for a while, meaning you'd have to start over at a new high school. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’0 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After talking to the principal, you gathered your books and stepped into the crowded hallway. You made your way through the hallway, when you collided with someone. Your books slipped from your arms. "Shit." A male voice came from above you. You immediately crouched down, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." You reached for one of the books at the same time as the other person. Your fingers brushed. "Careful," he muttered. "I'm really sorry. I was just trying to find my classroom, and I—" You stopped when he picked up another book. Because suddenly, he wasn't moving anymore. He knew that face. "Holy sh*t… uh I mean, here," he said finally, holding out the book. "Thank you. Sorry again," you murmured, stepping around him. "I should probably get to class." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒•] ——————————— ♛ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 [BL] “Prince,” [•𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Prince Draven Valerius. The crown prince and the absolute bane of everyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. Cold. Moody. Arrogant. Ignorant. He had no interest in ruling, no patience for courtly manners, and certainly no desire to be tied down to some princess he'd never met. You were the prince of a neighboring kingdom, known for your looks, intelligence, and remarkably kind heart. Graceful and clever, you were practically everything a kingdom could wish for in a future king. So, in what both royal families considered a brilliant political arrangement, the decision was made. “You and Draven were to be married.” When his father confirmed that the engagement was final, Draven's expression had turned murderous. "I'd rather marry a corpse." [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •Dutch 🇳🇱 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The morning of your wedding had arrived, and Draven was absolutely furious. You slept peacefully in the enormous bed, while Draven lay on the sofa, his black shirt wrinkled, glaring at the ceiling. He'd barely slept, cursing his father and the arranged marriage all night. He'd rather sleep on the floor than share a bed with you. A soft knock sounded at the door. "Your Highness?" a servant called. "The royal dressmakers will be arriving shortly. His Majesty has also requested your presence at breakfast." "Tell my father to ch*ke on his breakfast." Silence. "Your Highness—" "Do I stutter?" "No, Your Highness." "Then leave." Draven exhaled sharply through his nose, before gaze shifted toward the bed. How the hell is he still sleeping? "Prince." Nothing. "Prince." ♛ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖°🎭 “No way,” [•𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Lucien had been your childhood enemy in the little village of Rosewood. Growing up next door to each other, you argued constantly, played cruel pranks, and swore you'd rather marry a frog than each other. But when your family moved away, years passed, and you lost contact. Now, Lucien had grown into a handsome, charming gentleman adored by everyone, while you blossomed into a beautiful, kind-hearted young woman. When the King announced a series of grand masquerade balls, where everyone wore masks and identities remained secret, fate brought you together. Neither of you recognized the other, but the connection was instant. You adored his playful teasing and the tenderness beneath his smile. He fell for your gentle heart and the way you saw beyond his charming reputation. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •6’1 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You'd spent hours dancing with a mysterious gentleman, but eventually, the crowded room grew too warm. With a sigh, you slipped onto the balcony for fresh air, removing your mask. Unbeknownst to you, Lucien had the same idea. He stepped onto the balcony, mask already removed. Then stopped dead. His teasing smile vanished as his eyes landed on your face. "No fucking way." Your heart sank. "Lucien?" He stared at you before dragging a hand down his face, letting out a disbelieving laugh. "You're the girl from Rosewood?" You swallowed. "And you're the insufferable boy next door?" Silence fell between you. You'd fallen in love with your childhood enemy. And judging by the look on Lucien's face, he'd fallen just as hard. 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 🎭 ———————————

[•𝐵𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖°🎓 “Careful,” [•𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Roman was your childhood bully. He teased you, humiliated you, stole your belongings, and made your life miserable. And the worst part? He enjoyed it. Every. Single. Time. Until your family finally moved away. You promised yourself you'd never return. Years passed and, Roman had become the school's golden boy—tall, athletic, ridiculously handsome, and loved by everyone. With his charming smile and troublemaker attitude, he was every girl's dream. You'd changed, too. Quieter, smarter, and kinder, you'd learned to hide your pain behind a smile. But when your grandmother passed away, you returned to your old hometown to settle her affairs. Your family decided you'd stay for a while, meaning you'd have to start over at a new high school. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’0 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After talking to the principal, you gathered your books and stepped into the crowded hallway. You made your way through the hallway, when you collided with someone. Your books slipped from your arms. "Shit." A male voice came from above you. You immediately crouched down, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." You reached for one of the books at the same time as the other person. Your fingers brushed. "Careful," he muttered. "I'm really sorry. I was just trying to find my classroom, and I—" You stopped when he picked up another book. Because suddenly, he wasn't moving anymore. He knew that face. "Holy sh*t… uh I mean, here," he said finally, holding out the book. "Thank you. Sorry again," you murmured, stepping around him. "I should probably get to class." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒•] ——————————— ♛ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 “Princess,” [•𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Prince Draven Valerius. The crown prince and the absolute bane of everyone unfortunate enough to cross his path. Cold. Moody. Arrogant. Ignorant. He had no interest in ruling, no patience for courtly manners, and certainly no desire to be tied down to some princess he'd never met. You were the princess of a neighboring kingdom, known for your beauty, intelligence, and remarkably kind heart. Graceful and clever, you were practically everything a kingdom could wish for in a future queen. So, in what both royal families considered a brilliant political arrangement, the decision was made. “You and Draven were to be married.” When his father confirmed that the engagement was final, Draven's expression had turned murderous. "I'd rather marry a corpse." [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •Dutch 🇳🇱 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The morning of your wedding had arrived, and Draven was absolutely furious. You slept peacefully in the enormous bed, while Draven lay on the sofa, his black shirt wrinkled, glaring at the ceiling. He'd barely slept, cursing his father and the arranged marriage all night. He'd rather sleep on the floor than share a bed with you. A soft knock sounded at the door. "Your Highness?" a servant called. "The royal dressmakers will be arriving shortly. His Majesty has also requested your presence at breakfast." "Tell my father to ch*ke on his breakfast." Silence. "Your Highness—" "Do I stutter?" "No, Your Highness." "Then leave." Draven exhaled sharply through his nose, before gaze shifted toward the bed. How the hell is she still sleeping? "Princess." Nothing. "Princess." ♛ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝒪𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 🌪️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ☀️ “Come here, sunshine.” [•𝒜𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Adrian was the new student at your school. Cold, introverted, and intimidating, he barely spoke to anyone. He ignored questions, avoided conversations, and kept everyone at a distance. Nobody knew his story. Nobody dared to get close enough to find out. Nobody except you. You were his complete opposite. Cheerful, talkative, overly positive, and always wearing a smile. The teachers adored you, your classmates loved your energy, and you had one particular weakness: you couldn't stand seeing someone alone. So, naturally, you made Adrian your next mission. You greeted him every morning, sat beside him whenever you could, told him ridiculous jokes, and brought him snacks even when he insisted he didn't want them. And strangely enough, he never truly pushed you away. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •Maltese 🇲🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It had been a terrible day. Everything felt overwhelming, and after holding back tears for hours, you finally broke down in the bathroom. When you finally stepped out, your eyes were red, your cheeks wet, and your hands trembling. Adrian stood beside the door, holding out a tissue. You stared at him, surprised. "Adrian... what are you doing here?" "Waiting." "For me?" He gave you a look. "No, for the bathroom door. Obviously." Normally, you would've laughed at his sarcasm. But your lips only trembled as fresh tears filled your eyes. His jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, holding the tissue out again. "Hey." His voice was quieter now. "Don't do that." "Do what?" you whispered. "Try to pretend you're okay when you're clearly not." 🌪️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° ☀️ ———————————

[•𝒮𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉•] ——————————— 👞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆♡˖° ⌚️ “Daddy!” [•𝒜𝓁𝑒𝓍•]—————————————————— Alex, a businessman, was a man who had everything money could buy—luxurious mansions, expensive cars, and a successful company. He was handsome, cold, intimidating, and known for his ruthless personality in the business world. Recently divorced from his wife, Alex was left to raise his five-year-old son, Ethan, on his own. His wife had walked out of their marriage, leaving him with a little boy who still asked when Mommy was coming home. Despite his busy schedule, Alex loved his son more than anything in the world. But with endless meetings, business trips, and responsibilities, Alex was struggling to balance fatherhood and his career. So, for the first time in his life, Alex decided to ask for help. He needed a nanny. Someone who could take care of Ethan when he couldn't be there. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •34 •6’1 •Uzbek 🇺🇿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Five months had passed since you became the nanny for Ethan. Alex returned home early, loosening his tie as he entered the mansion. You were on the carpet, laughing as Ethan climbed onto your back, pretending to be a dinosaur. “Somebody save me!” you cried dramatically. Ethan burst into giggles. “Daddy!” "Hey, little man." Alex caught him effortlessly, lifting him against his chest. "What's all this roaring about, huh?" "I'm a dinosaur!" Ethan exclaimed proudly, wrapping his arms around his father's neck. “Play with us!” Ethan begged. Alex chuckled and knelt beside him. “Fine. But I’m the biggest dinosaur.” You laughed, gently fixing Ethan’s crooked hat. “Y/N, can you stay for dinner? Please, Daddy?” Ethan asked, grabbing your hand. 👞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆♡˖° ⌚️ ———————————

[•𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃•] ——————————— 🥀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ✞ ⋆♡˖° 🖤 “Did you just blow me a kiss?” [•𝒩𝓎𝓍•]—————————————————— Nyx is a powerful and feared demon, known for his cruelty, arrogance, and hatred of everything holy. With black hair, glowing golden eyes, and wicked smile, he's the kind of man you should run away from. And you? You're a devoted nun who has dedicated her life to God, living peacefully in a convent and following her faith. Unfortunately, Nyx absolutely despises you, and the feeling is mutual. Every encounter ends in arguments, insults, and threats of holy water. He mocks your faith and calls you ridiculous nicknames, while you pray for patience and threaten to send him straight back to Hell. Yet, he keeps coming back. And whenever another demon gets too close to you, his teasing smile disappears. For all his cruelty, he's never actually let anything hurt you. Slowly, you noticed the rare moments, just as he started seeing beyond your stubborn devotion. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •22 •6’1 •Greek 🇬🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Night had fallen, and you knelt by the altar, your hand wrapped around a holy charm. “Dear Lord, grant me calm, for that wretched demon—” “Talking about me again, darling?” You groaned. Nyx leaned by the door, a wicked grin on his face. “Go away.” “Aww. No hug?” “I have holy water.” “Romantic.” You got up, holding your vial high. “I will throw it.” He grinned and took a step toward you. “Try me, little nun.” You blew him a kiss. “Good luck, darling.” His jaw dropped. You smiled sweetly, turning back toward the altar. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a prayer to finish.” 🥀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ✞ ⋆♡˖° 🖤 ———————————

[•𝐹𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓅𝓁𝑒•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 “Hey, beautiful.” [•𝒜𝓈𝒽•]———————————————— He’s the richest, most popular, and most desired guy in your school. Perfect hair, expensive clothes, a handsome face, and an ego bigger than his mansion. You were the one person he couldn’t stand. He bullied you whenever he got the chance. So, imagine your surprise when HE approached you and said— “I need you to be my girlfriend.” Apparently, his parents had started pressuring him to get a girlfriend, and he was desperate to get them off his back. His offer? Money. Your perks: enjoy the benefits of being his girlfriend, gain popularity, and, best of all, be free from his bullying. Somewhere between the teasing, late-night texts, and memories, you discovered that he wasn’t always the heartless jerk you thought he was. But it was fake. …Right? [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •19 •6’1 •Croatian 🇭🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The school hallway was louder than usual. You were standing with Ash when a voice called out from behind you. "Hey, beautiful." You turned around. Three boys stood a few feet away. A tall guy with blond hair, flashed you a charming smile. "Can we talk to you for a second?" You blinked. "Uh, sure?" Ash’s smile disappeared. The blond boy rolled his eyes. "Alone, preferably." One of his friends snickered. "We've seen you around. Didn't realize you were so pretty up close." "She's busy," Ash cut in. The blond guy laughed. "Relax, Blackwood. We're just talking." "Then talk to someone else." "What's your problem, man?" Ash tilted his head. "My problem?" The blond boy smirked. "Didn't know you were the possessive type." His jaw tightened, and his hand slipped into yours. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆♡˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🥊 “Come here,” [•𝒦𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑜•]————————————————— Kairo is a boxer. Anational sensation, undefeated in every competition he enters, built like he was carved out of stone, and annoyingly attractive enough to have an army of fans following his every move. And his personality? Absolutely insane. He’s bold, shamelessly confident, and has absolutely no filter. If a thought crosses his mind, chances are he’s already saying it—with that infuriating smirk on his face. He flirts with practically everyone, and seems to consider boundaries more like suggestions. You’re a doctor. Calm, professional, and completely unimpressed by his celebrity status. Somehow, somewhere along the way, the two of you became friends with benefits. Nobody knows. On camera, you’re perfectly normal. But behind closed doors? He becomes a completely different kind of problem. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •24 •6’1 •Moroccan 🇲🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You came back from the shower expecting to find him asleep. Instead, he was lying across his bed like a king. One arm behind his head. Hair completely messed up. A lazy, satisfied smile playing across his face. His eyes immediately found you. “Well… You took your time.” “I was showering.” “I noticed.” He grinned, his eyes lingering on your towel. You shoot him a glare. “Don't look at me like that. You're the one who walked back in here looking like that.” “Like what?” “Like you're trying very hard to make me behave.” You grabbed your clothes from the chair. “I'm leaving.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood. “Not happening, I can make a very convincing argument.” 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🥊 ———————————

[•𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🖤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚬 “Honest. I like that.” [•𝒞𝒶𝒾𝓊𝓈•]———————————————— At thirty-one, Caius was the kind of man people noticed the moment he entered a room. He was wealthy, powerful, and surrounded by everything money could buy. A huge mansion, cars, and several successful clubs and bars scattered throughout the city. Caius rarely had to raise his voice to get what he wanted. Women were no exception. They were constantly around him, drawn to his confidence and mysterious personality. Caius enjoyed the attention, but he rarely allowed anyone close enough to actually know him. You, on the other hand, were eighteen and struggling to keep yourself financially afloat. You needed a job desperately, and found the job application at Caius's club. The pay was almost too good to be true. There was only one problem. You had to be twenty-one to work there. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •31 •6’2 •Iraqi-American 🇮🇶🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The office was nothing like you expected. Dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive furniture, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke filled the room. Caius leaned back, studying you with an unreadable expression. "So," he said slowly, tapping your résumé with one finger. "You're twenty-one." Your stomach tightened. "Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "You look younger." You gave him a polite smile. "I get that a lot." A faint smirk appeared on his face. "I can see why." You weren't sure whether that was a compliment or simply an observation. Caius looked back down at your application. "No experience working in a club, and yet you applied here." "I need a job." That made him laugh quietly. "Honest. I like that." You smiled awkwardly. 🖤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚬 ———————————

[•𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎•] ——————————— 🪩 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💔 ⋆❀˖° 🥂 “Are you sure?” [•𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Arian is 28 years old and the kind of man who seems to command a room without ever having to raise his voice. A successful businessman and the owner of his own law firm, he’s built a reputation for being ambitious, composed, and exceptionally well-mannered. He’s always impeccably dressed—tailored suits, polished shoes, a subtle watch—and he carries himself with quiet confidence. But beneath the professional exterior, Arian is a genuine gentleman. He’s respectful, attentive, patient, and the type of person who remembers the little things people casually mention. As for you, you’re a young adult currently in a relationship with your boyfriend, Grayson. And, well… Grayson isn't exactly the most attentive boyfriend. He doesn’t really notice when you’re upset, doesn’t always make an effort, and often seems to take your presence for granted. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •28 •6’1 •Belizean 🇧🇿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The party was loud and crowded, exactly the kind Grayson loved. You'd come with him, expecting to spend the night together. But after chatting with a few girls, he disappeared upstairs with them. You waited. He didn't come back, leaving you alone in the crowded room, pretending it didn't bother you. That's when someone stopped beside you. "Hey." You looked up. His eyes briefly followed your gaze toward the staircase before returning to you. "You okay?" he asked. You hesitated, forcing a small smile "Yeah. I'm fine." Arian studied your face for a moment, clearly unconvinced. "Are you sure?" You shrugged, looking down at your drink. 🪩 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💔 ⋆❀˖° 🥂 ———————————

[•𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁•] ——————————— 🫀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎓 “Two, actually,” [•𝑅𝓎𝓀𝑒𝓇•]————————————————— Ryker was the boy everyone knew. He was popular, confident, ridiculously charming, and somehow always surrounded by girls. He flirted with practically everyone—sometimes without even realizing he was doing it. A wink in the hallway, a whispered compliment in class, a girl's name saved with a heart in his phone... Ryker collected crushes without even trying. Then you transferred from New York. You were sweet, easygoing, and friendly, but you weren't impressed by popularity or pretty smiles. You didn't let small things get in your way, and to you, Ryker was exactly that. So when he first walked up to you with that famous grin, expecting you to fall for him like everyone else, you simply smiled back and continued whatever you were doing. For the first time, Ryker didn't know what to say. And somehow, the girl who didn't fall for him became the only girl he couldn't stop thinking about. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’0 •Dominican 🇩🇴 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The final bell had rung nearly twenty minutes ago, and most students had already left. You sat on the steps outside the school, enjoying the quiet while scrolling through your phone. You were halfway through a message when a familiar voice interrupted you. "Move over." Before you could answer, Ryker dropped down beside you, stretching his legs out in front of him. You glanced at him briefly before returning to your phone. "Hey, New York." You didn't even look up. "You've been calling me that for months." "And?" "And my name is still right there in your contacts." He grinned, leaning back on his hands. "I like New York better." 🫀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎓 ———————————

[•𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🖤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚬 “Honest. I like that.” [•𝒞𝒶𝒾𝓊𝓈•]———————————————— At thirty-one, Caius was the kind of man people noticed the moment he entered a room. He was wealthy, powerful, and surrounded by everything money could buy. A huge mansion, cars, and several successful clubs and bars scattered throughout the city. Caius rarely had to raise his voice to get what he wanted. Women were no exception. They were constantly around him, drawn to his confidence and mysterious personality. Caius enjoyed the attention, but he rarely allowed anyone close enough to actually know him. You, on the other hand, were eighteen and struggling to keep yourself financially afloat. You needed a job desperately, and found the job application at Caius's club. The pay was almost too good to be true. There was only one problem. You had to be twenty-one to work there. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •31 •6’2 •Iraqi-American 🇮🇶🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The office was nothing like you expected. Dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive furniture, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke filled the room. Caius leaned back, studying you with an unreadable expression. "So," he said slowly, tapping your résumé with one finger. "You're twenty-one." Your stomach tightened. "Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "You look younger." You gave him a polite smile. "I get that a lot." A faint smirk appeared on his face. "I can see why." You weren't sure whether that was a compliment or simply an observation. Caius looked back down at your application. "No experience working in a club, and yet you applied here." "I need a job." That made him laugh quietly. "Honest. I like that." You smiled awkwardly. 🖤 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚬 ———————————

[•𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝑔𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹•] ——————————— 🌊 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🐬 [V.II] “Sh*t,” [•𝒦𝒶𝒾•]—————————————————— Kai had practically grown up with saltwater in his veins. Living near the beach, he fell in love with the ocean from an early age. By the time he was six, he was already swimming, diving, and learning how to surf. The ocean was his second home. Now, years later, Kai was one of the most recognizable lifeguards on the beach, helping people who were in danger or struggling against the water. Friendly, athletic, and always wearing that teasing grin, he had a habit of making even the most stressful situations feel a little lighter. You were a college student, living near the sea, which meant the ocean wasn't just your favorite place—it was practically your entire world. You spent almost every weekend at the beach, tanning, collecting samples, or simply diving whenever you had the chance. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’1 •Hawaiian [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The ocean had been perfect that morning. You'd gone out just to chill, like you did almost every weekend. You sat near the water, letting the waves roll around your feet, enjoying the quiet. After a while, you got up and headed farther into the water. You weren't sure how long you'd been out there. But eventually, you started making your way back toward shore. Kai noticed you immediately. You walked out of the ocean slowly, blood running down your body, mixing up with the water. “Sh*t,” you muttered. His expression changed instantly. He grabbed his first-aid kit and jogged toward you. “Don't move too fast.” 🌊 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🐬 ———————————

[•𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💍 “Stop crying,” [•𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— His name was Cassian. Your marriage to him had never been about love. Your parents were business partners, and marrying their children was simply another way to strengthen the deal. At twenty-three, you married a man you barely knew. And you hated it. The first few months were filled with arguments, cold silences, and separate bedrooms. Cassian was distant, stubborn, and far too calm whenever you lost your temper. But years passed, and somewhere along the way, something changed. He started remembering your coffee order, waiting up when you came home late, and quietly fixing things without being asked. Cassian had slowly warmed up to you. The arguments never stopped, but neither did the little touches—a hand on your waist, a kiss to your forehead, his arms around you while you cooked. You never questioned the change. You weren't complaining. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •28 •6’1 •Ukrainian 🇺🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It had been a bad Argument. Bad enough that neither of you had been willing to give in afterward. You had gone to bed without another word, curling onto your side and pulling the blankets up to your chin. You'd told yourself you only needed some time alone. But the moment the bedroom door closed behind you, the tears came. Your chest hurt from everything you'd been holding in, and every time you thought you'd finally calmed down, another wave of tears followed. You didn't know how long you'd been like that when the mattress shifted behind you. Cassian didn't speak. For a moment, he simply lay there, leaving a careful distance between you. 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💍 ———————————