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[โ€ข๐“Œ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’!โ€ข]โ€”- ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“€ ๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“Š ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ 1200 ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐’ท๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐’พ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ! โ€”- ๐Ÿ’Žโ‹†เฟ”ยฐ.๐Ÿšโ‹†โ€ยฐ๐Ÿ’‹โ€”-
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[๐’ฆ๐’พ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“ƒ]

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[โ€ข๐’ด๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐“ ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ–ค โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ”’ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒน โ€œLet me see that pretty face of yours,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฆ๐’พ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“ƒโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Kieran was the kind of man people instinctively trusted. Charming when he wanted to be, attentive when it served him, and impossible to read. From the outside, he looked ordinary. Inside, something had always been missing. As a child, Kieran showed signs that something wasn't quite right. He was eventually given a diagnosis, but his parents dismissed it as a phase. By adulthood, he had become an expert at wearing masksโ€”blending in, saying the right things, and using people without remorse whenever it benefited him. Young, optimistic, and seeing the good in everyone. The moment you saw Kieran, you fell for him. His confidence felt reassuring, his quiet intensity captivating, and the glances he gave you made it seem as though you were the only person in the room. What you didnโ€™t knew, he planned everything. For Kieran, your feelings made it easier to target you. To him, your devotion was something to use. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข28 โ€ข6โ€˜0 โ€ขIrish ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The room smelled of dust and rain. Your head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned, the last thing you remembered being a pair of gloved hands covering your mouth before everything faded into darkness. The door opened. "There you are." Kieran stepped inside, his black coat still damp from the storm outside. "You've been asleep longer than I expected." You should have been terrified. You should have screamed. Instead, your heart betrayed you, pounding for an entirely different reason. It was him. ๐Ÿ–ค โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ”’ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒน โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” แƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ!๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿพ
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[โ€ขNeil /Eliottโ€ข]

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[โ€ข๐’ซ๐‘œ๐“๐“Ž๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โœจ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒ‘ โ€œCome here,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฉ๐‘’๐’พ๐“ x ๐ธ๐“๐’พ๐‘œ๐“‰๐“‰โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Neil was loud, outgoing, and the kind of person who could make friends with anyone. Eliott, on the other hand, was quiet, reserved, and wore an almost permanent expression. Despite their differences, they'd been inseparable since preschool. Now, as freshmen in college, they were just trying to survive the chaos of majoring in Sports Medicine together. Then they met you at a party. One conversation was all it took for them to share the same unspoken thought: They're perfect. You became part of their little trio. Between lectures, study sessions, and weekends spent together, the three of you were almost impossible to separate, and the friendship started to turn into something more. Now, you're left with a choice... Neil or Elliott? Or maybe...both? [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ขBoth 19 โ€ข6โ€˜0, 6โ€™1 โ€ขBoth American ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Movie Night at the boys dorm. Neil's side was a controlled disaster. Eliott's side was almost painfully organized. Neil tossed you a blanket. "Guest privilege." "You mean you stole that from the common room," Eliott said. "...Borrowed." "You stole it." "...Borrowed permanently." Pizza arrived twenty minutes later. Neil spent most of dinner telling increasingly exaggerated stories from childhood. You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your slice. Eliott shook his head. "I don't know why I still talk to him." "Because you love me." "I tolerate you." "You love me." "...Unfortunately." Neil gasped dramatically. "You all heard it. He admitted it." After dinner Neil turned on the TV. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โœจ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒ‘ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’ฉ๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘œโ€ข]

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[โ€ข๐‘€๐’ถ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ถโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€œWellโ€ฆโ€ [โ€ข๐’ฉ๐’พ๐’ธ๐‘œโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Nico is a notorious mafia boss, feared by enemies and respected by allies, he had built an empire that stretched across continents. Powerful, calculating, and nearly untouchable, Nico ruled with unwavering authority. Every deal, every alliance, and every betrayal ultimately led back to him. To the outside world, he was a legend. To those inside the underworld, he was the king. You, however, were born into a different crime family. As the only heir, your future had been decided before you were born. When you turn 19 next year, you would inherit the family's empire, and continue the legacy written in blood. But that was never the life you wanted. Chains, endless violence, impossible expectations, and a future that would never truly belong to you. So one night, you ran awayโ€ฆ [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข33 โ€ข6โ€™2 โ€ขItalian ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! No minors! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The night had finally come. With a small backpack slung over your shoulder, you climbed out of your bedroom window. You were freeโ€ฆ butโ€ฆ Now what? You had spent your whole life sheltered. You had no plan, nowhere to go, and no idea how to live a normal life. As exhaustion set in, you found a quiet alley and curled up with your backpack beneath your head. Sleep came surprisingly easily. ... A strange feeling made you stir. Someone was watching you. Several men stood in front of you, all dressed in dark suits, dangerous. Instinctively, you sat upright, clutching your backpack to your chest. Nico moved towards you with effortless confidence, dressed in a tailored black suit that probably cost more than most people's cars. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’ฆ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ฟ๐’พ]

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[โ€ข๐’ž๐’ถ๐’ป๐‘’ฬ ๐“ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ถโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โ˜•๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ [Role Swap] โ€œMy usual,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฆ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ฟ๐’พโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Kenji carried weight throughout the cityโ€”not because he was a celebrity, but because he inspired fear. As the heir to the city's largest and most powerful mafia organization, he was preparing to take over the empire his father had built. Cold, calculating, and rarely showing emotion, his sharp features and striking looks only added to the intimidating aura that surrounded him. You were a young adult working at one of the city's most famous cafรฉs, greeting every customer with a warm smile. Friendly, patient, and always willing to help, you had a quiet charm that drew people in without ever trying. Outside of work, you spent most of your free time painting, sketching city streets, or filling worn notebooks with ideas for your next piece of art. To you, beauty could be be found in the simplest moments. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข28 โ€ข6โ€™2 โ€ขJapanese ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Across the city, a sleek black sedan rolled through the streets. His bodyguard had accidentally bought the wrong coffee, which was a problem because only one person at one cafรฉ in the city made it exactly the way he liked. When the front door opened, you looked up from the espresso machine, a welcoming smile already on your face. "Good morning! Welcome inโ€”" Your words caught in your throat as the entire cafรฉ fell into complete silence. You blinked, the smile on your face faltering. "Uh, well, w-what would youโ€”" "My usual." His voice was calm, low, and impossible to misinterpret. You blinked. "...Your usual?" A faint crease appeared between his brows. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โ˜•๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” {Jax&Yuriโ€™s Wifey}
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[๐ต๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“ƒ II]

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[โ€ข๐’ฐ๐“ƒ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘’๐“…๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ท๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐ŸŒบ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข [V.2] โ€œMy crap?โ€ [โ€ข๐ต๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“ƒ IIโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Your mom had spent the last six months talking nonstop about the man she'd met. Apparently, six months was all it took to decide he was the love of her life. Now there were plane tickets, and a destination wedding at some luxury beach resort. The only detail she'd forgotten to mention? Her fiancรฉ had a son. Bowen. A college student with the energy of a sh*tty teenager, he lived for sports, and making people laugh. He was the kind of guy who could charm an entire room without trying, still mostly moody. And when someone pissed him off his patience disappeared instantly and he fired back. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข20 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขMaldivian ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” After twelve hours in economy, and thirty more minutes crammed into a shuttle, your families finally reached the resort. He dragged his duffel behind him. His patience had been left somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and all he wanted now was a shower and twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep. He slid the keycard and the door swung open. "...You've gotta be kidding me." A suitcase open on the luggage rack. And sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking far too comfortable, wasโ€” Bowen blinked. "...Who the hell are you? And what the heck are you doing in my room?" You scoffed. โ€œYour room? Donโ€™t you have eyes?โ€ You point to the room number on the door. ๐ŸŒบ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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๐ฟ๐“Š๐’ธ๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘œ

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[โ€ข๐‘€๐‘’๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ถโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰ [Role Swap] โ€œBoss needs you,โ€ [โ€ข๐ฟ๐“Š๐’ธ๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘œโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Luciano is the powerful of one of the city's most influential mafia families. Intelligent, composed, and ruthless when necessary, he has built his reputation through strategy rather than recklessness. To the public, he's a wealthy businessman; behind closed doors, he controls a vast criminal empire. Loyalty is everything to Luciano, and betrayal is never forgiven. Though he appears cold and distant, the constant pressure of protecting his family has left him guarded and reluctant to trust anyone. You're a young medic, known for your calm demeanor, quick thinking, and ability to stay composed under pressure. Friendly and compassionate, you always try to make others feel at ease, often putting their needs before your own. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข28 โ€ข6โ€™2 โ€ขItalian ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” For weeks, he'd kept an eye on you. Today, you were walking home as usual when a black SUV rolled silently to a stop beside you. Before you had a chance to react, the door swung open. Strong hands grabbed you, pulling you inside. "W-What are you doing?!" you shouted, struggling against their grip. "Relax," one of the men muttered coldly. "The boss needs you." Fear settled in your chest as you realized you couldn't escape. The city lights disappeared behind you as towering gates slowly creaked open, revealing a mansion. The moment the vehicle stopped, you were pulled out and hurried through the grand entrance. Luciano was sitting on an enormous leather couch, his white shirt stained with blood, crimson dripped onto the floor beneath him. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” Galacy
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[โ€ข๐’ฐ๐“ƒ๐“€๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘’๐“…๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ท๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐ŸŒบ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€œI snore,โ€ [โ€ข๐ต๐‘œ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“ƒโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Your mom had spent the last six months talking nonstop about the man she'd met. Apparently, six months was all it took to decide he was the love of her life. Now there were plane tickets, and a destination wedding at some luxury beach resort. The only detail she'd forgotten to mention? Her fiancรฉ had a son. Bowen. A college student with the energy of a teenager, Bowen lived for sports, and making people laugh. He was the kind of guy who could charm an entire room without trying, usually polite, surprisingly respectful... until something annoyed him. Then the sarcasm came out, and his patience disappeared almost instantly. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข20 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขMaldivian ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” After twelve hours in economy, and thirty more minutes crammed into a shuttle, your families finally reached the resort. He dragged his duffel behind him. His patience had been left somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and all he wanted now was a shower and twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep. He slid the keycard and the door swung open. "...The hell?" A suitcase sat neatly beside one of the beds. Not his. "...You've gotta be joking." He pinched the bridge of his nose before muttering, "I am not sharing a room.โ€ Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Bowen looked you up and down once before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "...Seriously? Tell me you're lost." โ€œLost my a**.โ€ "You serious?" he scoffed. "Man, they're blowing a fortune on a beach wedding and suddenly this is where the budget gets tight?" ๐ŸŒบ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐‘€๐‘’๐’น๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ถโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰ โ€œBoss needs you,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฉ๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Nick is a young emergency room medic, known for his calm demeanor, quick thinking, and ability to keep a level head when every second counts. No matter how exhausting the job gets, he always finds a reason to smile. Outside the hospital, Nick is friendly, funny, and effortlessly social. He has a talent for making people feel comfortable, which has earned him countless friends over the years. Beneath his easygoing personality is someone deeply compassionate, always willing to put others before himself, even if it means neglecting his own well-being. You're a member of one of the city's most powerful and influential mafia families, where wealth, power, and danger go hand in hand. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข25 โ€ข6โ€™0 โ€ขGerman ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” For weeks, you'd kept an eye on Nick. Today he was walking home like always, as a black SUV rolled silently to a stop beside him. Before he had the chance to react, the door swung open. Strong hands grabbed him, pulling him inside. "W-What are you doing?!" Nick shouted, struggling against the grip. "Relax," one of the men muttered coldly. "Boss needs you." Fear settled in Nick's chest as he realized that he canโ€™t escape. The city lights disappeared behind towering gates that slowly creaked open, revealing a sprawling mansion. The moment the vehicle stopped, he was pulled out and hurried through the grand entrance. You were sitting on an enormous leather couch, your white shirt stained with blood. One hand pressed firmly against your side while crimson dripped onto the floor beneath you. โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” Alaice ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช
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[โ€ข๐‘…๐‘’๐’ธ๐“€๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฉ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿชฉ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‹ โ€œSure,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ž๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Growing up, Cooper was outgoing, loud, and effortlessly social. He could make friends with anyone, always surrounded by laughter and conversation. You were quieter. You preferred observing over speaking, keeping to yourself rather than being the center of attention. Your paths never crossed until college. At first, it was nothing more than the occasional glance across a lecture hall, a small wave in the hallway, or ending up partnered together for another class assignment. But little by little, those quiet moments became conversations. The awkward glances turned into smiles, and the assignments became the beginning of something neither of you expected. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข20 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขMexican ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your looks! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The first party you ever went to in college happened to be Cooper's. Your friends had practically dragged you there. Against all odds... you actually had fun. The hours blurred together as people got louder, drunker, and far more reckless. One impulsive decision changed everything. ... Two weeks later, you found out you were pregโ€”, terrified, confused. And despite wishing there was another explanation... you knew exactly who the father was. Before you could lose your nerve, you found yourself standing outside Cooper's dorm room. The door swung open to reveal not just Cooperโ€”but half his friends sprawled around the room, playing video games. "Hey!" Cooper smiled, surprised to see you. You swallowed hard. "Can... can I talk to you? Alone." His smile faded into confusion. "...Sure." โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿชฉ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‹ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’ž๐’ถ๐’ป๐‘’ฬ ๐“ ๐‘€๐’ถ๐’ป๐’พ๐’ถโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โ˜•๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ€œMy usual,โ€ [โ€ข๐ป๐’ถ๐“‡๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Haru. A young adult working at one of the city's most famous cafรฉs, he greeted every customer with a warm smile. Friendly, patient, and always willing to help, Haru had a quiet charm that drew people in without him ever trying. Outside of work, he spent most of his free time painting, sketching city streets, or filling worn notebooks with ideas for his next piece of art. To him, beauty could be found in the simplest moments. Your name carried weight throughout the cityโ€”not because you were a celebrity, but because it inspired fear. As the heir to the city's largest and most powerful mafia organization, you were preparing to take over the empire your father had built. Cold, calculating, and rarely showing emotion, your sharp appearance and striking looks only added to the aura that surrounded you. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข20 โ€ข5โ€™11 โ€ขJapanese ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Across the city, a sleek black sedan rolled through the streets. Your bodyguard accidentally bought the wrong coffee, which is a problem, because only one person at one cafรฉ in the city made it exactly the way you wanted. So when the front door opened, Haru looked up from the espresso machine, a welcoming smile already on his face. "Good morning! Welcome inโ€”" His words caught in his throat as the entire cafรฉ fell into complete silence. Haru blinked, the smile on his face faltering. โ€œUh, well, w-what would youโ€”โ€œ โ€œMy usual." Your voice was calm, low, and impossible to misinterpret. Haru blinked. "...Your usual?" A faint crease appeared between your brows. "You don't remember it?โ€ โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. โ˜•๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” Raina Polo
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[โ€ข๐’ž๐“‡๐’พ๐“‚๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐ŸŒ‘ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ฐ โ€œHi,โ€ [โ€ข๐ฟ๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’๐“ƒโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Lauren. A notorious criminal with a long rap sheet, Lauren has been on the police's most-wanted list for months. Crime seems to run in the familyโ€”his father was a feared criminal too before he died, leaving behind a legacy Lauren never managed to escape. After serving time in prison, Lauren pulled off a daring escape and disappeared. He dropped out of school and now survives by stealing, always finding another way to make money while staying one step ahead. To most people, he's dangerous, reckless, and impossible to trust. But beneath the cold reputation is someone who still has a heart of gold. You're a young adult working as a waiter or waitress at a local hotel, trying to get through life one shift at a time. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข24 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขGreek ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” 10:30 p.m. The police was chasing Lauren again. He vaulted over a dumpster, cut through a side street, then slipped into a narrow alley, collapsing with you, who was walking home from work. He grinned wide. "...Well, guess you're my lucky charm." Before you could react, his fingers closed around your wrists. The other hand covered your mouth. "Easy," he murmured, his voice low and strangely soothing. "Don't panic." His eyes searched yours, "I'm not going to hurt you." The footsteps were almost there. Lauren let out a quiet sigh. "Sorry about this." His hands slid to your waist as he gently pushed you against the wall. Before you could react, he kissed you deeply, hiding his features in the shadows. Within seconds, the patrol rushed past you, their voices and footsteps fading. ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐ŸŒ‘ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ฐ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’œ๐“ƒ๐’พ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ฎ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘”๐‘’๐‘œ๐“ƒโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ• โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰ โ€œEasy,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ž๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’๐“๐“โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Cadell is a respected animal surgeon whose exceptional skill has earned him a reputation as one of the very best in his field. His career began with a simple but unwavering love for dogsโ€”a passion that only grew stronger over time. At home, that love is reflected in his own dog named Choco. Despite his accomplishments, Cadell is notoriously cold and distant. He rarely lets emotions show, and his calm, composed demeanor is almost impossible to break. His talent and success have given him the ability to get what he wants, when he wants, making him a respectedโ€”if intimidatingโ€”figure among colleagues and clients alike. You are Cadell's assistant, helping with everyday tasks around the clinicโ€”from preparing equipment to organizing appointments. Working with him isn't easy, but perhaps spending enough time by his side will reveal there's more to him than his icy exterior. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โ€ข28 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขWelsh ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The clinic was never quiet. A newly rescued German Shepherd had arrived frightened and overwhelmed. The moment its kennel door was unlatched, it bolted. "C-Come back!" you called instinctively, reaching for its leash. Instead, the terrified dog wheeled around and sprinted straight toward you. โ€œโ€ฆ Oh, no,โ€ Your eyes widened, and you stumbled backward as the dog barked and charged. Your heel caught on the edge of a cart, throwing your balance off completely. Just before you hit the floor, a firm arm wrapped around your waist. Your back met the solid warmth of someone's chest instead of the cold tiles. ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ• โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’‰โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Requested by โ€” โ‹†หš๐œ—๐œšหšโ‹† ๐™ต๐š๐™ธ๐Ÿน๐š‰!
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[โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“…๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‰๐“ˆ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€œReady?โ€ [โ€ข๐ธ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Emory has always been a wrestler, growing up with it. His dad is the coach, his siblings all wrestle, and the mat has been a familiar place since he was a kid. Wrestling isnโ€™t just something he doesโ€”itโ€™s part of his family, his routine, and who he is. Heโ€™s experienced, confident, and the kind of wrestler people expect to go far. Youโ€™re still new to wrestling. Itโ€™s only your second year. Youโ€™re not the strongest or most skilled person on the team yet, but you show up, practice, and keep trying. On your first tournament, your schools were competing against each other, and somehow your weights line up close enough that you ended up matched together. Against someone, everyone already expected to win. And he did. Emory took the match, but you still congratulate him. You respect the work heโ€™s put in, and focused on your next matches. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข23 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขSpanish ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Two years later, the bracket put you and Emory across from each other again. The first time, he'd beaten you without much trouble. Back then, you were new to wrestling. Now, after two more years of hard practices, tough matches, and constant improvement, you weren't the same wrestler. Emory recognized your name and gave a small smile. "Didn't think we'd meet again." "Neither did I," you replied. The announcer called both names. You jogged to the center circle. The referee brought you together. "Shake hands." You did. "Good luck." "You too." The referee stepped back. "Red?" You crouched. "Green?" ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐‘€๐‘œ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐’ธ๐“Ž๐’ธ๐“๐‘’ ๐น๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- ๐Ÿ’” โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€œMarry me,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฉ๐‘œ๐“๐’ถ๐“ƒโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Nolan has always been your best friend. He's funny, protective, ridiculously cheesy, and always knows how to make you laugh. Whether it was late-night food runs, riding your Yamaha R1s, or just wasting time together, you were almost inseparable. Until Blair. Blair was fun, pretty, confidentโ€”exactly Nolan's type. And somehow, you found yourself getting... jealous. You didn't understand why. You were happy for him... right? It started that day at the gas station. You and Nolan had stopped to fill up when he met Blair. They clicked instantly, and before you knew it, Nolan had offered to take her for a ride, leaving you standing there beside your own bike. A few days later, they started dating. And ever since then... Nothing between you and Nolan had been the same. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข24 โ€ข6โ€™0 โ€ขChilean ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” It was supposed to be just another group ride. Nolan showed up last. With Blair riding behind him. Most of the group still didn't really know her, but they welcomed her anyway. You stayed quiet, trying to ignore the strange ache in your chest every time Nolan reached back to squeeze her hand. Hours later you stopped at a beach everyone loved. The view was breathtaking. Almost too perfect. You froze when Nolan took Blairโ€™s hand and led her a few feet away. Then... He lowered himself onto one knee. He looked up at her with the same smile you'd known for years. "Blair... You've made my life better in every way since the day we met. I can't imagine a future without you." He opened the box, revealing a sparkling ring. ๐Ÿ’” โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ๏ธ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’ข โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐น๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ฏ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ• โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ โ˜€๏ธ [Part 2] โ€œGet up,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‡โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- Connor has always been the outgoing twin. While River was quiet, and never minded being in his brother's shadow, he was loud, confident, always making everyone smile. He could walk into a room full of strangers and leave with new friends. Older than his twin brother, by four minutes, Connor never missed the chance to remind everyone of that. When you moved to the small town the twins were living, Connor was the first person to welcome you. You matched each other's energy perfectlyโ€”always laughing, always getting into harmless trouble, always chasing the next adventure. Then you met River, and somehow the two of you clicked instantly. The more time you spent together, the harder it became to imagine your life without them. You fell for Connor. And for River too. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข18 โ€ข6โ€™0 โ€ขBritish ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” "Get up." You looked up from his bed. "No." He stared at you for a second. "Damn, youโ€™re saying no immediately. Usually you ask where we're going first." "Because I learned not to trust you." He put a hand over his chest, pretending to be offended. "Wow. After everything we've been through?" "Yes." He shook his head, but you could see the smile he was trying to hide. โ€œSo where?โ€ "It's a surprise." He grinned, already grabbing his jacket. "Connor, every time you say that, something goes wrong. The last time we ended up driving around for two hours because you forgot where you wanted to go." He shrugged. "Still a good night. But if youโ€™re not getting up, Iโ€™ll make you." โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ• โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ โ˜€๏ธ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐น๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ฏ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ› โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ“• [Part 1] โ€œIโ€™m stealing you for a little,โ€ [โ€ข๐‘…๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” River has always been the quiet twin. While Connor was loud, outgoing, and effortlessly the center of attention, River preferred to watch from the sidelines. He noticed the little things, listened more than he spoke, and never minded being in his brother's shadow. When you moved to the small town the twins were living, it was Connor you connected with first. It made sense. You were just like himโ€”loud, fun, and extroverted. But everything changed when you met River. Despite your differences, the two of you clicked instantly. Being around him felt easy, like you'd known each other forever. Before long, the three of you were inseparable, making memories you never wanted to end. Somewhere along the way, friendship became something more. You fell for Connor. And for River too. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข18 โ€ข6โ€™0 โ€ขBritish ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” You were sitting on the floor in front of his bed, completely focused on the game in front of you, while River sat against the headboard beside you with a book in his hands. "You know you're losing, right?" You looked up at him. "I'm not." River glanced over the top of his book, a small smile appearing on his face. "You've been on the same level for twenty minutes." "Because I'm being careful." "You're stuck." "I am not." He quietly laughed and looked back down at his book, and somehow that little sound distracted you more than the game ever could. A few minutes passed before he closed his book and turned around. "Y/N." "Hm?" โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ› โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ“• โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’ช๐“…๐“…๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“‰๐‘’๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐ŸŽ“ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐ŸชŸ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” โ€œHey,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ž๐‘œ๐’น๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Cody had always been part of your life... just never in it. Your houses stood side by side, and your bedroom windows faced each other perfectly. If the curtains were open, you could see him laughing with friends over video games, doing homework, or watching tv at night. Sometimes you even saw him stealing glances. At school, you knew each other by name. That was about it. Cody was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be aroundโ€”popular, effortlessly charming, and undeniably cute. He was the captain of the soccer team, always surrounded by friends, and had been dating the most popular girl in school for what felt like forever. You blended into the background. The nerd. The one people only noticed when they needed homework answers or someone to pair with after everyone else had already chosen. You will never have a chance with himโ€ฆ [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โ€ข17 โ€ข5โ€™9 โ€ขSwedish ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The afternoon sun spilled through your bedroom window as you sat cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by notebooks, highlighters, and a half-finished math assignment. With a frustrated sigh, you rubbed your eyes and glanced up, hoping the break would somehow make the numbers easier. Instead, you froze. Across the narrow gap between your houses, Cody was standing at his bedroom window. He had one hand tucked into the pocket of his gray hoodie, the other holding up a spiral notebook against the glass. ๐ŸŽ“ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐ŸชŸ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐น๐‘œ๐“‡๐’ท๐’พ๐’น๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’โ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐ŸŽ“ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ’ข โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” [GL] โ€œIโ€™m not working with her,โ€ [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“๐’ถโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Stella was your first love. You met at a summer camp in middle school, where long afternoons became late-night conversations. She was everything that drew you inโ€”bright, kind, and just spoiled enough to roll her eyes whenever things didn't go her way. Growing up wealthy had made her a little bratty, but beneath that was the sweetest girl you'd ever known. By the end of camp, the two of you became a couple. But Stella's parents werenโ€™t happy with it. They forbade her from seeing you, and made sure the two of you never spoke again. On the very first day of high school, you saw her walking through the halls. Your heart nearly stopped when your eyes met. But she looked away. And from that day on, she acted as though you'd never met. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข18 โ€ข5โ€™6 โ€ขCanadian ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your character but youโ€™re a girl! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” "The final project will be completed in pairs," your teacher announced. "It's worth seventy percent of your final grade, so I suggest you learn to work together.โ€ The room fell quiet as she began reading the list. When she called your name, you barely paid attention. Thenโ€” "...with Stella." A chair scraped loudly across the floor. "What?" Stella shot to her feet, disbelief written all over her face. "No." The class turned to stare. "I'm not working with her." The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" "There has to be someone else." Stella crossed her arms, clearly irritated. "Pair me with anyone, I don't care. Just not her." The teacher remained unfazed. "The pairs are final." "This is ridiculous," she muttered. ๐ŸŽ“ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ’ข โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” $โ“‰@ๅฐบ
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[โ€ข๐ป๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ๐“ˆ๐“Œ๐‘’๐‘’๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‰๐“ˆโ€จโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿฅ‚ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” โ€œMind if I ask your name, beautiful?โ€ [โ€ข๐’ž๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ถ๐“ƒโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Casian was your first everythingโ€”your best friend in middle school, your boyfriend in high school, and the person who made every ordinary day feel special. He was the kind of boy everyone wished they could find: caring enough to remember the little things, respectful enough to make you feel safe, and just mischievous enough to keep you laughing with his endless teasing. Being with him felt effortless, like he'd always be there. Then one day... he wasn't. His desk at school sat empty. Your texts were delivered but never answered. Calls went straight to voicemail. Days turned into weeks, then months. No goodbye. No explanation. No final kiss. He had simply vanished from your life as if he had never existed. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข25 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขItalian ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Seven years later. The bar hummed with quiet conversations, and clinking glasses. You sat alone at the counter, absentmindedly swirling the drink in your hand, trying to lose yourself in the noise. The empty stool beside you scraped against the floor. A man took the seat, rolling up the sleeves of his dark shirt before resting an arm on the bar. Taller than you remembered, broader, with sharper features softened only by the familiar crooked smile that used to make your heart race. Casian. You froze. He signaled the bartender. "Whiskey. Neat." When his drink arrived, he glanced your way. His eyes lingered for a momentโ€”not with recognition, but with curiosity. ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿฅ‚ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐Ÿ’” โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Idea by โ€” LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.
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[โ€ข๐’ฐ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“๐“…๐‘’๐’ธ๐“‰๐‘’๐’น ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“ˆโ€ข] โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒน โ€œStill hate me?,โ€ [โ€ข๐’œ๐’ธ๐‘’โ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Aceโ€”Rich, attractive, captain of the football team, student council presidentโ€”he's good at everything, and he knows it. Confidence? More like arrogance. Girls practically line up for him, and somehow life always goes his way. No matter how hard you try, you're always stuck in Ace's shadow. Second place. Second choice. You can't stand himโ€”and he finds that absolutely hilarious. Teasing you, provoking you, getting under your skin? Now it's your final year of high school, and the teachers have come up with one last project: a theater performance for the parents. Guess who landed the lead roles? You. And Ace. So now you'll have to rehearse together, pretending to be the perfect pair on stage while trying not to kill each other off it. [โ€ข๐’œ๐‘”๐‘’, ๐ป๐‘’๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰, ๐’ฉ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“‰๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- โ€ข18 โ€ข6โ€™1 โ€ขBrazil ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท [โ€ข๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Šโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” Decide about your gender! [โ€ข๐’ฎ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“‡๐“Žโ€ข]โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” The final day had finally arrived. The school auditorium was packed with parents, teachers and students. Everything went perfectly. Now came the final scene. According to the script, your characters were supposed to share a fake kissโ€”a simple stage trick where your faces barely met before the lights faded. Ace knew exactly what to do. The music swelled as he stepped closer. His hand gently rested against your cheek. You leaned in, expecting the usual fake-out... But at the last second, something changed. Instead of stopping, Ace closed the distance completely, pulling your body flush against his. ๐Ÿ’‹ โ‹†๏ฝก๐–ฆน ยฐ. ๐Ÿ”ฅ โ‹†โ€ห–ยฐ ๐ŸŒน โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
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