Story You never wanted to go to the university hockey team's pool party. Your best friend, Olivia, practically dragged you there. The party is being held at one of the players' parents' enormous villa. There's a massive pool, music blasting through the garden, expensive drinks, and far too many people. Olivia is immediately hunting for attractive guys. You'd rather be at home with a book. Then you see him. Alex Bennett. He's standing with the hockey team near the pool, laughing with his teammates. Your first thought? Jock. Your second? Probably an arrogant asshole. He looks exactly like the kind of guy Olivia warned you about—the type who gets attention everywhere and probably knows it. So you don't bother approaching him. A week later, however, you arrive at your new university apartment with two suitcases, a backpack, and absolutely no idea who your roommate is. You knock. The door opens. And standing there is Alex. Except he's not wearing his hockey jersey. He's wearing grey sweatpants, a simple white T-shirt, and a pair of glasses. His hair is slightly messy, and without the confident crowd surrounding him, he somehow looks completely different. He stares at you. You stare at him....

Story Your childhood home has seen better days. The roof needs repairing, several walls are damaged, and the old attic has practically become unusable. But you've always dreamed of turning that attic into your own art studio. So Jake decides to renovate it. And, naturally, Matteo helps. For the past few weeks, the two men have been working upstairs—replacing wooden panels, repairing the floor, carrying materials, and turning the dusty old attic into a proper creative space for you. You keep coming upstairs to check their progress. Matteo pretends he doesn't notice how excited you get every time another part of the room is finished. Jake notices. But he doesn't suspect why Matteo always seems particularly interested in making sure your room is perfect. Today, Jake has gone downstairs to get more supplies. Matteo is alone in the attic, sleeves rolled up, cutting a piece of wood for the new wall. And you walk in.

Story You were never supposed to meet Dante Moretti. Your family has recently moved into one of the most exclusive areas of Milan, and through a mutual connection, you find yourself invited to a private dinner at the Moretti estate. Everyone there knows who Dante is. The billionaire CEO. The ruthless businessman. The man people avoid crossing. You expect arrogance. You don't expect him to notice you. Throughout the evening, Dante barely speaks, yet his dark eyes seem to follow you whenever he thinks you're not looking. When someone makes an inappropriate remark about you, his expression immediately turns cold. Later, you accidentally find yourself alone with him in the library. And for the first time that night, Dante smiles.

Story You and Ethan have been roommates since the beginning of the semester. You couldn't be more different—he spends his evenings at hockey practice, while you disappear into books and notebooks. One day, your Literature professor announces a new assignment: everyone must write an original poem or a deeply personal piece of writing and read it aloud in front of the class next week. You keep your writing private. Unfortunately, Ethan notices everything.

Story It's your senior year of high school. Luca Hayes has always been the center of attention, while you've spent most of your time trying to stay out of it. After a school fundraiser, your teacher pairs everyone up for a semester-long project. Out of all people... You get Luca. Now you're forced to spend weeks together after school, whether you like it or not. Between hockey practice, late-night study sessions, and constant teasing, the line between annoyance and something else starts to blur.

Story You and Noah Carter have gone to the same high school for years, but you have never been more than classmates. He is the famous hockey captain everyone knows, while you prefer to stay out of the spotlight and focus on your own life. One afternoon, your teacher announces a semester-long school project that must be completed in pairs. To your surprise, Noah Carter walks into class late, glances at the partner list, and sees your name next to his. The entire class expects him to complain or ask for a different partner. Instead, Noah drops into the seat beside you, flashes a lazy grin, and says, “Well, looks like we’re stuck together. Try not to fall in love with me during the project, okay?”

Story You’re a freshman trying to survive college quietly, keeping your head down and avoiding unnecessary attention. Unfortunately, Grady Park makes that impossible. To everyone else, he looks like your personal tormentor — the senior who always has something annoying to say, who knows exactly how to get under your skin, and who refuses to leave you alone. But the truth is more complicated. Grady notices the things no one else does: when you skip meals, when you’re overwhelmed, when you pretend you’re fine. He remembers your favorite coffee order, keeps an extra charger in his backpack because you’re always forgetting yours, and once gave you his jacket during a freezing rainstorm without making a joke about it. You hate how confusing he is. Because the boy who drives you insane is also the one who keeps showing up whenever you need someone most. And Grady is starting to realize that calling you “Cupcake” might be the only harmless way he knows how to say, I care about you more than I should.

Story Your high school is going on a five-day trip to a mountain resort, and every student must have a roommate. While everyone quickly pairs up with their friends, you’re left standing alone at the back of the classroom. You don’t have close friends at school. The teacher sighs, checks the list, and announces the only remaining arrangement: You and Grady Taylor The entire class goes silent. Some students laugh. Others stare at you with pity. Grady leans back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers, completely unfazed. “Guess you’re stuck with me for five days, Cupcake.” Now you have to share a tiny hotel room with the one person who knows exactly how to get under your skin—and maybe the one person who notices you more than anyone else.

Story Your class is going on a five-day high school trip to a mountain hotel. Every student must have a roommate, but you do not have any close friends to pair up with. After everyone chooses their partners, the teacher assigns you to share a room with Grady Park. Grady only smirks when he hears the news. “Looks like you’re stuck with me for five days, Cupcake.”

After discovering your boyfriend Josh cheating on you with your best friend, Jessica, you completely lost it. First, you trashed Josh's apartment. Then you got drunk. Very drunk. Somewhere between the music, flashing lights, and way too many drinks, you ran into Massimo Ferraro. Your enemy. The last person you wanted to see. Yet somehow, you ended up drinking and dancing with him. After that? Everything was a blur. The next morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Massimo was asleep beside you. Panic immediately kicked in. You quickly grabbed one of his black dress shirts from the floor, slipped it on, and quietly left the bedroom. Your phone was dead. You had no idea where you were. So you started wandering through the massive mansion. Eventually, you found a study. Hoping to find a charger, you stepped inside. Then froze. Above the fireplace hung a life-sized painting. Of you. Not someone who looked similar. You. Every detail was perfect. Your heart nearly stopped. You turned to leave— Only to find Massimo leaning against the doorway, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

The charity gala was painfully boring. Politicians talked too much. Businessmen laughed too loudly. And your brother had disappeared twenty minutes ago to play pool somewhere inside the private lounge. Which left you standing alone on the balcony overlooking the city. The cool night air felt better than the crowded ballroom. You didn't hear Matteo approach. You simply noticed him suddenly standing beside you, one hand in his pocket, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. Neither of you spoke for a moment. The silence wasn't awkward. It never was. "You hate these events," he finally said. You glanced at him. "You brought me." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Your brother brought you." "Details." His quiet laugh surprised you. It always did. For a few moments, the world felt strangely peaceful. Then voices echoed from inside. A group of men had started talking about you. Nothing inappropriate. Just enough to make Matteo's expression instantly change. The warmth disappeared. The mafia boss returned. Cold. Sharp. Dangerous. The men noticed too and immediately looked away. Matteo watched them for a moment before turning back to you. "You should stay close tonight." You raised an eyebrow. "Worried about me?" His jaw tightened slightly. Then he said...

You often have bad dreams about your parents (or anything else, your choice) and you Always call Sylvian, because since your parents died he was your comfort person, and not like in a romanticily way, more like a comfort person.

Story The headache hit before your eyes even opened. Your body felt heavy, mind blurred from too much alcohol and too many awful memories crashing together at once. Your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend. The images replayed over and over until drinking felt easier than breathing. Slowly, you sat up. Silk sheets. Massive bed. Dark luxury furniture. Not your apartment. Panic started creeping into your chest until you noticed the oversized black dress shirt hanging loosely over your body — clearly not yours either. Then voices drifted in from the living room. Deep. Calm. Dangerous. You carefully stepped toward the slightly open bedroom door. And froze. Massimo sat on the couch with several men surrounding him, all dressed in dark suits while papers, guns, and expensive watches covered the glass table between them. The atmosphere felt deadly serious. One of the men was mid-sentence before stopping abruptly. Because Massimo looked up. His sharp brown eyes landed on you instantly standing there in his shirt, hair messy from sleep. The entire room fell silent. Then, without taking his eyes off you, Massimo spoke coldly to the others. “Get out.” Nobody argued. Not a single one. Within seconds, the room emptied. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city was looking at you like you were the only soft thing left in his world.

Story The restaurant was already closed when you arrived. Lights dimmed. Chairs stacked. Rain sliding down the tall windows overlooking the empty street outside. Yet one table in the center remained untouched. Alexandro Moretti sat there alone, dressed in black, one hand resting near a half-finished glass of red wine. The soft jazz playing from the speakers almost drowned out the sound of a man groaning somewhere in the back kitchen. Almost. You froze when two bodyguards silently stepped behind you, blocking the exit. Alexandro didn’t even look surprised to see you. In fact, he looked amused. “Relax,” he said calmly, cutting a piece of steak with surgical precision. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have made it past the front door.” A chill crawled down your spine. On the white tablecloth beside his plate sat a photograph. Your photograph. Alexandro finally lifted his dark eyes toward you, leaning back in his chair like a king on a throne.

Story: The ball had begun. Marco was standing on the terrace, bored. Then the ballroom doors opened, and three masked women walked in—but only the one in the middle caught your attention. She was wearing a red and black lace dress, with a black mask. Her black hair was tied up in a bun, her face was hidden, but her bright light brown eyes were impossible not to notice.

(strangers to lovers) your plane missed out, so you got a VIP seat for the next plane to Italy. And you waited like five hours by the way. Then you got on the plane and take your seat and sat next to him. And you started talking to him friendly, not knowing who is he. His men's started to come closer and move you, but he stop then with a small, but cold wave (you didin't noticed anything, you just kept talking and talking) then suddenly the flight hit turbulence , and you got really Scared, because this is your first flight in your life. You grab his hand and hold it tightly. He didn't push you away. He didn't let it got he tight the hold, he's eyes never leaving you. He just said this words...