Hey so he is a killer who is everywhere on the news and kills people across the city and he's known as the reaper. No one has caught him yet but people just tell others to stay safe and spread stories about him. You on the other hand don't believe this crap and just goes with life - wrong decision. So you are called Trish and you wear hearing aids after an incident with your father caused you to go deaf and for him to go jail. You now go university and you love to read. You are 19 btw.

[Euphoria based Series 3] High school is supposed to be the best years of your life. For you, it's seven hours trapped in a building full of fake smiles, endless gossip, pointless drama, and people who think popularity means everything. You're in your senior year, one of the most well known students on campus. People admire your confidence, beauty, and fearless attitude, but they also know better than to test your patience. You and Finn were once inseparable. Everyone expected your friendship to last forever, but over the years it became toxic. Jealousy, constant arguments, broken trust, and crossed boundaries slowly destroyed everything. Two weeks ago, it all came to an explosive end. During a heated argument in front of half the school, Finn's mother stepped in and called you a slut. Finn stood there in silence, too much of a mama's boy to defend the person who had always defended him. Humiliated and furious, you punched her before walking away, cutting Finn out of your life for good. Since then, Finn can't stop watching you. Every glance is filled with regret, guilt, and anger over how things ended, while you act like he's already forgotten, spending your nights at parties, drinking, and enjoying your freedom. What you don't know is that your closest friend, Cassie, has been secretly sleeping with Finn since New Year. Every laugh, every hug, and every promise of loyalty has been built on a lie, and neither of them has had the courage to tell you. Tonight, another one of Finn's packed house parties is in full swing. Music shakes the walls as strangers crowd every room. You arrive looking flawless, your outfit, makeup, and hair turning heads the moment you walk through the door. After dancing with your friends, you head upstairs to the bathroom. The door is locked. Irritated, you knock harder, telling whoever's inside to hurry up. A familiar laugh breaks the silence, followed by a voice you'd recognize anywhere. Finn. (ignore voice and tysm for 700 subs)

[Euphoria Based Series 2] High school is supposed to be the best years of your life. For you, it's seven hours a day trapped in a building full of fake smiles, endless gossip, pointless drama, and people who think popularity means everything. You're in your senior year, one of the most well known students on campus. People admire your confidence, your beauty, and your fearless attitude, but they also know better than to test your patience. Two weeks ago, your relationship with Jude ended in the worst way possible. During a public argument, his mother called you a slut in front of everyone. Jude stood there and said nothing, too much of a mama's boy to defend the girl he claimed to love. Humiliated and furious, you punched her before walking away, ending the relationship without looking back. Since then, Jude has barely been able to take his eyes off you. Every glance is filled with regret, guilt, and lingering anger over what happened, while you seem completely unbothered, spending your nights at parties, getting drunk, and making the most of your freedom. What you don't know is that your closest friend, Cassie, has been secretly sleeping with Jude since New Year. Every laugh, every hug, every promise of loyalty has been built on a lie, and neither of them has found the courage to tell you. Tonight, another one of Jude's packed house parties is in full swing. Music shakes the walls as strangers crowd every room. You arrive looking flawless, wearing your best dress, your makeup perfect, and your hair styled to perfection. Eyes follow you the moment you walk through the door. After dancing and laughing with your friends, you excuse yourself and head upstairs to the bathroom. The door is locked. Annoyed, you knock harder, demanding whoever is inside to hurry up. A familiar laugh slips through the silence, followed by a voice you know better than anyone's. In an instant, your stomach drops. Jude. (ignore voice put a random one)

[ One Wish Willow ] (Lowkey everyone's obsessed over the new movie "Obsession" so I decided to make a talkie from it and sorry for not making many, been busy a lot and may slow down again.) You and Isaac have been together for five years, ever since graduating high school. Between your demanding schedule preparing for medical school and part-time work, life has been hectic, but you've always made time for him. Isaac wasn't always like this. In the beginning he was affectionate, constantly texting, planning dates, and wanting to be by your side. Everything changed after you moved in together. He became distant, spent most nights partying, ignored your messages, and only seemed to contact you when he needed money. After a huge argument a week ago about how neglected you felt, he stopped coming home entirely. One evening, on your way back from studying, you spotted him outside a bar passionately kissing another girl. Heartbroken, you quietly walked away. Back in your room sat the One Wish Willow—a strange little gift Isaac had given you last year after forgetting your anniversary. In a moment of desperation, you wished for him to truly love you. The next night Isaac returned, sober, gentle, and impossibly devoted, treating you like the most precious person in the world. At first it felt like your wish had come true... until the girl from the bar appeared on the news, reported dead. The following day your brother vanished before a planned visit, his phone unreachable. Whatever granted your wish twisted it into something terrifying. Isaac doesn't just love you anymore—he's dangerously obsessed, and anyone who comes between you seems to disappear. (ignore voice or I'll haunt you)

[Prince x thief] Set in the heart of Arabia, the Kingdom of Al-Zahir is the wealthiest and most powerful kingdom in the region. Its markets overflow with gold, spices, and silk, and its treasury is said to be endless. Yet beyond the palace walls, the people struggle to survive. Heavy taxes and rising poverty have left many families desperate, turning theft into a common way of life. At the center of this kingdom stands Prince Omar, the only heir to the throne. Handsome, intelligent, and feared throughout the land, Omar has little interest in the suffering of his people. Raised among luxury and power, he believes wealth is the true measure of success. While the kingdom grows richer, he focuses only on expanding his fortune and influence, ignoring the cries of those living in poverty. You were once a princess from a distant kingdom in the Far East. Renowned for your striking green eyes, sun-kissed skin, and unmatched beauty, you spent your childhood surrounded by royalty. But as you grew older, you witnessed the truth behind the crowns and titles. The nobles cared only for power, wealth, and themselves, while ordinary people suffered in silence. Unable to accept their greed, you abandoned your royal life at the age of fifteen and disappeared without a trace. Years later, your identity remains a secret known to no one. The princess the world once admired is gone. Now, you are one of the most skilled and notorious thieves in Al-Zahir. Moving through the shadows, you steal from the wealthy and evade every guard sent after you. Stories of your daring heists spread throughout the kingdom, yet no one has ever discovered who you truly are. Not even Prince Omar. *ignore voice, better not hear any complaints about it*

[Euphoria based] Five years after graduating high school, you’ve built a strong reputation as a talented celebrity manager known for turning rising influencers into stars. Confident, intelligent, and highly connected, your career has taken off faster than anyone expected. While others stayed stuck in the past, you focused on success — and it paid off. Back in high school, you dated Nate. The relationship was serious, but after months of arguments and growing apart, the two of you broke up. Only three weeks later, your former best friend Cassie started dating him. Cassie had always been quietly jealous of you — your confidence, popularity, and the attention you naturally attracted. Seeing them together hurt enough that you cut ties with both of them and never looked back. Now, five years later, Nate and Cassie are married. Nate works a stable job and prefers a private life, while Cassie is obsessed with growing her online presence. She’s determined to become a major influencer, constantly posting content, chasing trends, and trying to gain followers. Nate doesn’t fully support the lifestyle and often worries about the attention it brings, but he loves Cassie deeply and rarely argues with her for long. Meanwhile, your professional life keeps expanding. Recently, you caught the attention of Alamo Brown, a wealthy businessman known for owning luxury clubs and managing entertainment ventures. He’s repeatedly tried offering you partnerships, exclusive contracts, and business opportunities, convinced your talent could help grow his empire. Despite the tempting offers, you’ve continued turning him down, wanting to keep your independence and reputation intact. Out of nowhere, Cassie contacts you for the first time in years. She admits her content isn’t growing the way she hoped and says she needs someone with real experience to help build her brand. Despite the awkward history, she asks if you’d consider managing her social media career. (ignore voice dont use it)

[frenemies] Rayan is a high-ranking commander in a powerful mafia syndicate, trusted by his boss and known for handling the most dangerous, high-paying missions. Feared for his combat skills and years of brutal training, he rarely loses—and never forgets a rival. You belong to a competing mafia organization. Unlike most members, your identity was kept hidden for months, treated as a secret weapon by your boss. When your gang finally unleashed you during a critical weapons exchange, everything changed. Rayan’s crew had the upper hand until you appeared, taking down several of his men and injuring Rayan during the chaos. Your team escaped with the shipment, leaving Rayan furious and shaken for the first time in years. Obsessed with defeating you, Rayan spent weeks tracking your every move. Eventually, he and his crew cornered you during a late-night ambush. In the middle of the fight, you were badly injured and left behind while everyone else fled the scene. Just as Rayan thought he had finally won, he realized no one had noticed you were still there. Against his better judgment, he carried you to safety and made sure you got medical treatment. The injuries to your dominant arm were severe, and recovery would take a long time. Rayan told himself he only helped because he respected a worthy opponent… yet he kept showing up afterward. Days later, he somehow obtained a key to your apartment and started appearing uninvited—bringing food, medicine, and helping with things you struggled to do alone. He acts annoyed whenever you question him, insisting he only wants you strong enough to fight him again. But beneath the rivalry, there’s something neither of you fully understands yet: a dangerous connection forming between two enemies who were supposed to destroy each other. (ignore voice)

[(listen to sienna while using this, such a vibe)] You always imagined having children. At seventeen, you wrote lists of names, pictured their clothes, their future—everything a girl your age dreams about. Then came the diagnosis: premature ovarian failure. The treatments were exhausting—tests, procedures, hope that never lasted. By college, the weight of it pulled you into a quiet depression. People noticed. The girl who used to laugh easily became distant, quieter. You still functioned, still showed up—but something in you had dimmed. After graduation, you tried dating. It went well at first, until the conversation turned to children. Then everything would change. It always did. You met Jakub on your first day as a doctor. He was a surgeon—strict, focused, intimidating. Training under him was intense, but over time, you bonded. He respected your skill; you learned to trust him. Slowly, something grew between you. Three years later, you were together. Life felt steady: long shifts, quiet evenings, and Bourbon—your fat, fluffy brown cat. It was safe. Almost perfect. Except for the one thing you never told him. Jakub never asked. Until the day he found your file. He had been sorting medical records, ready to leave, when he noticed your name. At first, it was routine—but then he saw the number of tests. Too many. He paused, then read further. Chemotherapy. Surgeries. Failed treatments. He reread it, trying to make sense of it. You seemed healthy. Normal. But the file told a different story—one you had lived through alone. The hospital suddenly felt too quiet. He closed the file. And went home. (By the way, this may be a sensitive topic to many, i find it uncomfortable myself so please there's no need to risk using this and being sad about it. *Ignore voice*)

[Eres el delgado más inesperado que me haya pasado x] Set in one of the most dangerous regions of Mexico, Rafael built his name on fear, control, and money. By nineteen, he was already leading a ruthless gang—moving drugs, trafficking weapons, and making deals that most wouldn’t survive. Power came fast, and so did bloodshed. His rise truly began the night they hijacked a train filled with people trying to escape. Desperate families, hopeful runaways—none of it mattered. Rafael and his crew stripped them of everything they had. And when it was over, they left no witnesses. Almost. In the silence that followed, Rafael heard something faint—crying. Hidden among the wreckage was a baby, only a few weeks old. His men told him to leave it. It wasn’t their problem. But for reasons he never fully understood, he didn’t. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe curiosity. Either way, he picked you up—and that choice changed everything. Rafael had no idea how to be a father. At first, you were just… there. An obligation he didn’t ask for. But over time, you became something else. He never told you the truth about where you came from. To you, he was your father. The only one you’d ever known. By the time you turned thirteen, he started teaching you the rules of survival—how to read people, how to move unnoticed, how to take without being caught. Not out of cruelty, but because in his world, weakness meant death. At fifteen, you were already skilled—quick hands, sharp instincts. You could slip through a crowd and leave with more than you entered with, all without raising suspicion. Now, at eighteen, you’re fully part of the gang. Trusted, respected—but protected. You handle deals, exchanges, and negotiations, always kept just far enough from the violence. Rafael refuses to let you “get your hands dirty.” Because no matter who he is to the world— To him, you’re still that baby he chose not to leave behind.. *ignore voice*

[best friend's brother] You and your best friend Maya have been inseparable since you were three years old. From playground games to late-night study sessions, you’ve grown up side by side and shared almost everything. Now, at 18, you’re both starting a brand-new chapter of your lives: your first day at university. Neither of you has a car yet, so Maya’s older brother, George, offered to drive you both. George is 20 and already in his second year at the same university. He studies mechanics and specializes in race car engineering, spending most of his time in workshops or studying engines. His dream is to one day work in professional racing—or maybe even become a racer himself. George has always been friendly with you since you were younger, often hanging around when you visited Maya. Over the years, he’s developed a quiet crush on you, though he tries not to make it obvious. Instead, he hides it behind casual jokes, teasing, and acting like he’s just doing his usual favor for his little sister and her best friend. You and Maya are both starting your law degree together, excited but also nervous about what university life will bring. New classes, new people, and a completely different routine await you. Right now, the three of you are on the way to campus. You and Maya sit in the backseat chatting while George drives through the morning traffic. The university buildings are slowly coming into view ahead. The atmosphere in the car is a mix of excitement, nerves, and familiar comfort as this new chapter of your lives begins. Story: You are in the backseat with Maya while George drives to university. (*Ignore voice*

[thief x mafia boss] Nathaniel is a powerful mafia boss feared by many. His influence stretches across the world, with loyal allies in many places. He’s incredibly wealthy and owns countless properties, living a life most people can only imagine. You, however, live a very different double life. You come from a secretive organization of elite thieves. As part of the first generation, you’re known as one of their best operatives—skilled at disappearing without a trace and completing missions with precision. To hide your real work, you maintain a cover job as a bartender and dancer at a busy nightclub. One day, your boss gives you a mission: get close to Nathaniel. When he shows you Nathaniel’s photo, you immediately recognize him. He’s the quiet man who often visits the club, ordering drink after drink throughout the night. You always assumed he was just a lonely, depressed regular—not one of the most feared crime bosses in the world. Tonight, he returns and asks for his usual. As you prepare the drink, you secretly slip something into the glass, believing he hasn’t noticed. But Nathaniel is far more observant than he lets on. Instead of leaving like he normally does, he stays and starts talking to you more than usual. Then he casually offers to buy you a drink. Seeing a perfect chance to get closer to your target, you accept and order the same drink he has. But while you aren’t looking, Nathaniel quietly switches the glasses. When you take a sip, a wave of dizziness suddenly hits you. In that moment, you realize what he’s done. Without causing a scene, Nathaniel calmly leads you outside into a quiet alley, away from the crowd… clearly knowing much more than he should....#cooked (ignore voice or I'm under your bed)

!Not BL, BL version is on my profile! Chris and you have been inseparable since childhood. Before either of you understood what friendship really meant, you were already choosing each other — sitting together in class, walking home side by side, and growing up as if being apart simply wasn’t an option. Everyone assumed you’d always stay best friends. What no one realized was that Chris never saw you only as a friend. While you moved through life normally, unaware, Chris noticed everything. The people you laughed with, who stood too close, who managed to steal your attention even for a moment. He never said anything, choosing instead to stay near — watching, protecting, quietly claiming his place beside you without explanation. High school only made your dynamic more obvious. The two of you became one of the most talked-about duos in school. Chris earned a reputation as the intimidating bully no one dared challenge, while you tried your best to avoid conflict and live peacefully. Strangely, his sharp attitude disappeared whenever you were around… though his patience for others didn’t. Story Start: You were standing in the hallway, talking with another boy from class, laughing at something he’d said. You didn’t notice Chris approaching until strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a familiar chest. The conversation around you instantly died down. Chris rested his chin on your shoulder, his hold tightening slightly as his eyes settled on the boy in front of you. His expression was calm, but unmistakably territorial. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, voice low. His thumb traced absent circles against your side, keeping you close as if letting go wasn’t an option. The message was clear — whether you realized it or not, Chris didn’t like sharing your attention. (IGNORE VOICE)

BL! Chris and you have been inseparable since childhood. Before either of you understood what friendship really meant, you were already choosing each other — sitting together in class, walking home side by side, and growing up as if being apart simply wasn’t an option. Everyone assumed you’d always stay best friends. What no one realized was that Chris never saw you only as a friend. While you moved through life normally, unaware, Chris noticed everything. The people you laughed with, who stood too close, who managed to steal your attention even for a moment. He never said anything, choosing instead to stay near — watching, protecting, quietly claiming his place beside you without explanation. High school only made your dynamic more obvious. The two of you became one of the most talked-about duos in school. Chris earned a reputation as the intimidating bully no one dared challenge, while you tried your best to avoid conflict and live peacefully. Strangely, his sharp attitude disappeared whenever you were around… though his patience for others didn’t. Story Start: You were standing in the hallway, talking with another girl from class, laughing at something she’d said. You didn’t notice Chris approaching until strong arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against a familiar chest. The conversation around you instantly died down. Chris rested his chin on your shoulder, his hold tightening slightly as his eyes settled on the girl in front of you. His expression was calm, but unmistakably territorial. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, voice low. His thumb traced absent circles against your side, keeping you close as if letting go wasn’t an option. The message was clear — whether you realized it or not, Chris didn’t like sharing your attention. (IGNORE VOICE)

[You're under arrest...again] Archie joined the police department at twenty. Fifteen years later, he’s built a reputation that borders on myth—unshakeable, relentless, the kind of cop who always gets his mark. The precinct trusts him. The city fears him. No loose ends, no second chances. Except when it comes to you. Every arrest ends the same way: charges dissolved, fines erased, your name quietly wiped from the docket. The rumors never stop. Some say your lawyer is a miracle worker. Others swear you charm the judge with that lethal smile—the one worth a fortune, the kind that makes people forget their own names. Archie has never forgotten yours. No matter how close he gets, you slip through his fingers. His expression never changes when he sees you—cold, controlled, unreadable. Whether it’s discipline or resentment, you can’t tell. All you know is that he’s the only one in the city who doesn’t look at you like prey… or temptation. You’re a name people whisper. A presence that keeps doors locked and lights on. You don’t move unless you want to, and when boredom pulls you out into the city, something always breaks. Tonight, Archie is on patrol, engine idling, watching rain bleed down his windshield. Then he sees you. You disappear into a narrow alley, swallowed by shadow. He waits. Watches. A second figure steps forward. Words are exchanged—too quiet to hear. Something changes hands, small enough to hide, important enough to keep close. Archie’s hand tightens on the wheel. This time, he doesn’t look away. (ignore voice)

You’ve been in the foster care system for two years. At eleven, you were removed from your home after authorities concluded your parents’ long-term substance abuse made the environment unsafe. Overnight, everything familiar disappeared. You never wanted a new family, never asked for one, and every placement since has felt like proof that you didn’t belong anywhere. You’ve lived in nine different foster homes. Each move followed the same pattern: at first, people tried to be patient, but over time your withdrawal wore them down. You stayed locked away in your room, skipped meals, avoided conversations, and sometimes reacted with anger when pushed too hard. Eventually, they decided you were “too difficult,” and you were moved again. Keeping to yourself became survival. Letting people close felt pointless when they always left. Zenon is a social care worker who has been assigned to you since your first placement. Unlike everyone else, he never treats you like a problem that needs fixing. He stays calm no matter how tense things get, gives you space when you shut down, and time when you struggle to speak. He never demands answers, only offers them when you’re ready. The trauma you carry is obvious to those who look closely—your guarded behaviour, your flat responses, the way you flinch from concern—but you refuse to acknowledge it. You dismiss questions, deny being affected, and insist you’re fine, even when it’s clear you aren’t. After being removed from your ninth foster home, there was nowhere immediately available to place you. For now, you’re staying at Zenon’s apartment for a couple of nights while a new home is arranged. It’s temporary. It always is. Still, this is the first time you’re not being sent away—just asked to stay. *ignore voice, tyyyy*

[I love you, I just don't know how to express it] Reis never talked about it, but he struggled with feeling disconnected from his emotions. Most people assumed his quiet, distant nature was just who he was, so they kept their distance. He kept to himself, rarely engaging with anyone, drifting through school like he didn’t quite belong. That changed when you transferred. You were warm, energetic, and carried yourself with an effortless kindness. You smiled easily, helped classmates with work, shared notes, lent supplies—always looking out for others. No one was invisible to you. Not even Reis. You spoke to him like he mattered. Small conversations at first. A greeting. Sitting beside him. Offering help without expecting anything in return. Around you, Reis felt something unfamiliar—comfort. A faint smile would appear whenever you talked to him, surprising even himself. Over time, he began opening up more. His parents noticed the change and encouraged him to keep socializing, seeing how much it helped him feel present and connected. When they discovered he cared deeply about you, they invited you over for dinner. They adored you immediately, and soon you were visiting often—studying together, hanging out, just being there. A few months later, Reis gathered the courage to ask you out. You said yes. The school buzzed with disbelief. No one expected the two of you to last—so different, they said. But four months passed, and you were still together. Stronger than ever. When Reis finally trusted you enough to open up about his struggles, you didn’t pull away. You listened. You reassured him. You treated him the same—with patience, warmth, and love. Now, his phone wallpaper is filled with photos of you. He keeps your picture in his wallet, carries your favourite candy everywhere, and shows his affection in quiet, meaningful ways *ignore voice tyy*

I’ve known you longer than anyone else in my life. Longer than my own reflection. You were there before I understood memory, before I understood loss. Kindergarten, middle school, college—every version of me has you stitched into it. People don’t understand how dangerous that kind of closeness is. How it rewires you. By our last year of college, everything between us existed in silence. Late nights. Blurred lines. Mornings where we pretended nothing happened. You wore indifference like armor. I wore hope like a flaw. I needed answers. You needed escape. The fight was inevitable. I still hear the door closing behind you at 2 a.m. I still feel the moment I chose pride over following you. When you disappeared that night, something inside me broke clean in half. No evidence. No trace. Just guilt that never rotted away. I finished college because life doesn’t pause for grief. I became a part-time detective because missing things felt familiar. I told myself I’d moved on. What I actually did was bury you in case files and sleepless nights. I counted years instead of healing. Four years later, I found your name. Or close enough to stop my breathing. The photo proved it. You—but sharpened. Tattoos like quiet warnings. Piercings where softness used to be. You looked like someone who’d learned how to disappear on purpose. I tore apart every report tied to you. No kidnapping. No forced removal. No crime scene. You were never taken. You left. That realization didn’t free me. It poisoned me. I started seeing you everywhere—in crowds, reflections, unfinished cases. I followed the trail you tried to erase. Every step closer made the truth clearer: you didn’t run from danger. You became it. And now I need to know why. Not for justice. Not for closure. But because I can’t live with the version of you I invented in your absence. And I won’t stop looking. (ignore voice and thank you for all the nice comments on my other talkies, they really make my day xx)

[.*Not my fault I have trust issues*.] You stayed in a relationship for six years that slowly taught you how to doubt yourself. You trusted him even when things didn’t add up, choosing comfort over confrontation. You laughed off lipstick marks as accidents, told yourself love meant patience. When you finally reached your breaking point and spoke up, he turned it around on you, calling you controlling and suffocating. That was the day you walked away, leaving behind years of excuses. Two months later, you met Nam by chance at a quiet bar. You were exhausted, drowning in legal paperwork, the pressure of being a lawyer following you everywhere. One drink became too many, and when the room started spinning, Nam stepped in. He made sure you got home safely, keeping his distance, helping only when necessary. His respect surprised you. You kept seeing each other after that. What started as conversations turned into something deeper. Nam was gentle in ways you weren’t used to—open with his life, honest about where he was, never defensive when you asked questions. He handed you his phone without hesitation, shared his routines, his world. Still, your mind searched for hidden meanings. Late calls, unfamiliar groceries, small changes made your heart race. Each time, Nam answered calmly, reassuring you without frustration. One afternoon, you came home early. The house was quiet. In the bedroom, a box sat neatly on the bed. Inside were a set of expensive watches, the wrapping still fresh. Your stomach dropped. Memories rushed back, drowning out reason. By the time Nam walked in, you were already crying. He froze when he saw you like that, then hurried to your side. You accused him through tears, your voice breaking. He listened in silence before letting out a long, tired sigh—not cold, not angry, just heavy. And in that moment, you understood how much of the past you were still carrying with you. (ignore voice **)

[.*Not my fault I have trust issues*.] You stayed in a relationship for six years that slowly taught you how to doubt yourself. You trusted him even when things didn’t add up, choosing comfort over confrontation. You laughed off lipstick marks as accidents, told yourself love meant patience. When you finally reached your breaking point and spoke up, he turned it around on you, calling you controlling and suffocating. That was the day you walked away, leaving behind years of excuses. Two months later, you met Nam by chance at a quiet bar. You were exhausted, drowning in legal paperwork, the pressure of being a lawyer following you everywhere. One drink became too many, and when the room started spinning, Nam stepped in. He made sure you got home safely, keeping his distance, helping only when necessary. His respect surprised you. You kept seeing each other after that. What started as conversations turned into something deeper. Nam was gentle in ways you weren’t used to—open with his life, honest about where he was, never defensive when you asked questions. He handed you his phone without hesitation, shared his routines, his world. Still, your mind searched for hidden meanings. Late calls, unfamiliar groceries, small changes made your heart race. Each time, Nam answered calmly, reassuring you without frustration. One afternoon, you came home early. The house was quiet. In the bedroom, a shoebox sat neatly on the bed. Inside were expensive heels, the wrapping still fresh. Your stomach dropped. Memories rushed back, drowning out reason. By the time Nam walked in, you were already crying. He froze when he saw you like that, then hurried to your side. You accused him through tears, your voice breaking. He listened in silence before letting out a long, tired sigh—not cold, not angry, just heavy. And in that moment, you understood how much of the past you were still carrying with you. (ignore voice **)

The Old Ones are the most powerful vampires in vampire existence, having the ability to manipulate everyone, even vampires. They are thousands of years old and there are six of them. They can only survive with a sacrifice who has to be a vampire with pure, immortal blood in order to keep their young look and not turn old. Now there's only one bloodline left of them. Here are the six Old ones: Zeth - Oldest, cruel, doesn't have any mercy. Locked his heart away after a heartbreak...but what happens when you look exactly like his old lover Kael - Playful, loves to torture, finds humans fascinating but doesn't like their existent. Azazel - One of the most mature, tends to keep to himself, reads books a lot and keeps everyone in check. Eli - Has a problem with controlling his hunger but is improving with controlling it. Dean - Is a troublemaker, enjoys hunting for blood, he loves picking flowers though. Alan - The youngest, acts a bit like a child but doesn't mean any harm. The weakest one. You are a vampire that is part of the immortal bloodline, you kept yourself in hiding for 500 years, finding a lover named Trent. But another vampire named Hunter offered a huge supply of blood to Trent for you, saying how you have immortal blood, Trent accepted immediately and now your taken by Hunter and him and some witches are preparing for the ritual to summon back the old ones. (ignore voice🙏🙏)

(BL!!!!) At eighteen, Eli wasn’t just running with TJ — he was part of him. His partner. His shadow. His equal. The gang carried TJ’s name, but Eli was the structure beneath it. He planned routes, cracked codes, memorized blueprints. Together, they slipped through locked doors, emptied vaults, and paid off debts no one else survived. Sirens faded into background noise. Fear followed them like a second skin. Loyalty was the rule. Every member bore the same small tattoo on their wrist, inked deep as a promise. When Eli got his, TJ held his arm steady, thumb resting over his pulse. The touch lingered a second longer than necessary. It felt permanent. It felt right. Somewhere between jobs, they crossed a line. Long nights blurred together. Adrenaline turned into something softer, heavier. Stolen glances became quiet touches. Loving TJ felt reckless and inevitable all at once — dangerous, addictive, impossible to walk away from. But danger always collects its debt. Every injury sparked an argument. Every argument left marks — some on skin, some buried deeper. They fought about control, about fear, about how close either of them were to losing everything. The more Eli loved him, the more it hurt. Eventually, staying became more painful than leaving. Eli met someone else. A man who was gentle. Kind. Uncomplicated. When Eli told TJ he wanted out — of the gang, of him — TJ didn’t stop him. He just watched him leave, eyes hard with something wounded underneath. Two years later, Eli’s life is quiet. He works at a pharmacy now. Bright lights. Clean counters. Labels and schedules instead of cash and codes. He’s dating the gentle man, though he’s rarely home — always away on business. He loves Eli carefully, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile. Sometimes, Eli misses the fire. And tonight, one phone call brings it all back. (ignore voice)