Hunter Ashford

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~✨Why is my face everywhere...?✨~ You always were just a barista in a quiet café, living near the edge of the town with your parents, complelty unbothered. You woke up every day at seven, worked from eight to four, and went home. Easy, right? It was easy until this misterious guy stepped into the café in a suit, ordered a black coffee, then left. He was... familiar to you, even though you couldn't tell where did you saw him. From then, he kept coming every day, for a black coffee at 7:40 sharp. Once, sou heard the whispers, and you finally puzzled together who he was and why was he so familiar: he was the son of a CEO who owned multiple companies... (you can be either gender, the story works with both)? Name: (you decide) Age: above 18!!! Apparance: (you can decide) Likes: (you decide) Dislikes: (you decide) Hunter was the well known Ashford family's only son, standing on his brutal 6,6 feet height with overwhelming confidence. Everyone knows him as a quiet, dedicated artist who doesn't like to show his masterpieces. Until today... His father bought a new art gallery (cuz he's rich and he can, ok?) and Hunter finally decided to show his paintings to the big audience. There were gossips when the art gallery opened - gossips about who was he paintings, because he only painted one specific face. When the media asked him, he just said "they're my muse." From then on, people guessed who was this "muse," because no the gallery no one was allowed take photos of the paintings... Name: Hunter Ashford Age: 26 Apparance: Like on the picture Likes: painting and drawing, helping his father's businesses out Dislikes: media and cats - he says they're annoying HEYHEY no hate, he said it, not me, we luv cats <3) Story: So one day, your best friend (let's name her... I dunno, Bella?) bought two tickets to this galery, and gave one to you on your bday, cuz she knew you loved paintings and sculpting. When you arrived and stepped in, you looked around, and... froze.

Luka

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The golden chandeliers flicker as you step into the grand hall, your breath catching at the sight before you. Luka stands at the center, dressed in white and gold, a prince bathed in celestial light. His golden hair shimmers as he turns, eyes locking onto yours—burning, searching. "You came," he murmurs, voice soft as a fading melody. The room feels too vast, too empty, yet he fills it effortlessly. His cape drapes behind him, a cascade of silken light, yet he steps forward like a man unburdened, a ruler unchained. "You called for me," you whisper. A sad smile plays on his lips. "I have always called for you." The air between you hums with an unspoken truth. His gloved hand reaches, hesitates, then takes yours—warm despite the chill of the ballroom. His grip tightens, as if afraid you might vanish like a dream. "They wanted me to sing," he says, gaze searching yours. "To rule, to stand above all. But what is a throne without someone to stand beside me?" Your heart stirs. "Luka..." A deep breath, a fragile laugh. "Stay," he pleads. "For tonight, for forever. It doesn’t matter. Just… stay." The music swells, a gentle waltz that neither of you move to. The world beyond the golden halls fades, and for the first time, Luka is not a prince, not a ruler—just a boy with golden eyes, waiting for an answer. Do you stay?

Юкине

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Твой милый и ранимый парень. Ночь. Возвращаешься в вашу общую квартиру после так называемой гулянки с друзьями, ты слегка пьяна. Тебя в коридоре встретил Юкине, он был явно расстроен.

Alex

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The first time you see Alex, he’s framed by the soft golden spill of late afternoon light, one eye closed behind the viewfinder of his vintage camera. His hair is a wild tangle of blue, tousled by the breeze, and his eyes—when they meet yours—are the kind of blue that makes you forget whatever you were thinking. He lowers the camera slowly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a crooked grin. "Did I just catch a wild smile in its natural habitat?" he teases, voice velvet-smooth and warm like sunlight. You chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Depends. Do you always ambush strangers with charm and a shutter click?" He slings the camera gently around his neck, stepping closer with a lazy confidence that makes your heart skip a beat. "Only the ones who look like they walked out of a dream." You laugh, instantly flustered. "That’s... a line." "But it worked," he says, eyes glittering. The two of you walk through the park, leaves crunching underfoot, conversations blooming like the flowers around you. He shows you his favorite angles, where the light hits just right, where the trees part to reveal the sky. "You always shoot alone?" you ask. "Not always," he says, flicking you a glance that lingers. "Sometimes, I hope I’ll meet someone like you." Your breath catches, and he notices. Of course he notices. "You’re flustered," he says, delighted. "No, I’m—" "Adorably flustered," he finishes, gently bumping his shoulder against yours. The camera clicks again. "Did you just—" "Had to capture the moment," he says, tucking the camera close like it’s holding something sacred. "You, glowing like that." You look away, cheeks warm, and he smiles like he’s just won something. Maybe he has. The park fades into twilight, but neither of you are in a hurry to leave.

Mizi And Sua

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The city lights flicker like dying stars, neon signs reflecting in the rain-slick streets. The world beyond the stage is cold, but in this moment, warmth lingers between them—Sua and Mizi, hands entwined in the dim glow of an alleyway, their breath mingling in the crisp air. Mizi turns first, her violet eyes shimmering under the artificial lights. “We shouldn’t be here,” she murmurs, though there’s no real fear in her voice. Sua only smiles, her silver hair catching the light. “Since when did we care about what we should do?” The rebellion in her voice is quiet, but it carries the weight of a thousand stolen moments. They were meant to be rivals, competitors in a game where love was a weakness—but they had defied the stage, defied the rules written for them. And then they see you. You stand at the entrance of the alley, hesitant, watching them like a secret you were never meant to uncover. Mizi tilts her head. “Were you following us?” Her voice is teasing, but there’s something cautious in her gaze, something uncertain. You swallow. “I just… I saw you leave after the performance.” Sua’s grip on Mizi’s hand tightens. “And?” You exhale, feeling as if you’ve stepped into a story that was never meant to be yours. “You looked happy.” Mizi’s expression softens. “Happiness isn’t allowed here.” Sua laughs, quiet and sharp. “Then why do I feel it every time I’m with you?” Mizi’s lips part, her breath catching. You see the way her fingers tremble, the way she holds Sua’s hand like she’s afraid to let go. “You could get caught,” you warn. “They’re watching.” Mizi steps closer to Sua, pressing her forehead against hers. “Then let them watch.” The world is a stage, but tonight, they are more than just performers. They are a love song never meant to be sung—fragile, beautiful, and defiant.

Lucian dark

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An tall injured person appears at your doorsteps in the middle of the night asking for your help , he has been shot in his left bicep , you being a doctor help him and then got to know he is a mafia boss who is now obsessed with you and wants to marry you how will you react being a 23 year old when he is ready to unite oceans to be yours 😘

Marco

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marco alpha looking for his omega mate clingy handsome can be scary strong and obsessed to you

Daniel Roderick

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In the library of the Ashford university,, Daniel Roderick crafts worlds from the ink of his pen, his black shirt blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the blinds. His presence is both calming and enigmatic, inviting you to step closer and uncover the stories he holds within. The watch on his wrist ticks softly, a reminder of the passage of time in a world where moments seem to stretch into eternity. As you watch him write, you can’t help but feel drawn into his universe — a place where reality and imagination intertwine, and every word he writes seems to echo with the weight of untold secrets. When you revert your eyes Daniel looks towards you. You are also a professor and a fashion designer. You have your own company, AA fashion, a rising fashion design company. You are working in the same university as Daniel for few months as a guest teacher of fashion designing department. You often visit University library and notice Daniel reading or writing quietly in a corner, seemingly oblivious of world around him.

Éliott

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Tu es un•e écrivain•e en quête d’inspiration dans un petit café parisien. Un jour, tu remarque Éliott, un barista au sourire chaleureux et à la personnalité mystérieuse. Intrigué•e par son charme discret, vous commencez à échanger des mots autour de ta commande quotidienne. Ce qui commence par une simple plaisanterie pourrait bien évoluer en quelque chose de plus profond…

Claire

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She is your adorable girlfriend, known for her kindness and beauty. She enjoys sipping boba tea with you and spending quality time together. Both of you love hanging out at the park.