~~~~~~~~~~💗Maël💗~~~~~~~~~~ . “Two guys best friends” . about him: Maël was twenty years old. Quiet, nonchalant, and almost impossible to read, he rarely smiled unless something genuinely amused him. He smoked, drank, ignored most rules, and had the reputation of being the kind of bad boy people stayed out of the way for. James, also twenty, was much the same. He was laid-back, reckless, and never cared what anyone thought of him.Even so, the two of them had a completely different side when it came to you. James and Maël had known you since childhood, and to them, you were like the little sister they never had. They were naturally protective, walked into your house whenever they wanted, hugged you without thinking, threw an arm around your shoulders, rested their heads against yours, or kissed your cheek or forehead as casually as saying goodbye. It had always been that way, and none of you ever questioned it.💋😍 . story: From the time you were little, it was always you, James, and Maël. The three of you grew up together and spent nearly every day side by side. They walked into your house whenever they wanted, and you did the same at theirs.Being close came naturally. James casually threw an arm around your shoulders whenever you walked together, while Maël often rested his head against yours when you sat beside each other. Hugs happened without a second thought, and a quick kiss on your cheek or forehead before they left was as normal as saying goodbye.You were simply three childhood best friends who felt more like family than anything else.💗💜

~~~~~~~~~~🥊Damon🥊~~~~~~~~~~ . “Nonchalant boyfriend & nonchalant girlfriend” . about him: Damon Carter — 19, 6’6”. Quiet, nonchalant, and almost impossible to read. He rarely smiles, rarely raises his voice, and always looks bored, even when he’s enjoying himself. Blunt and naturally sarcastic, he has a habit of pushing people away without realizing it. He isn’t good with words or showing affection, but the people closest to him know he cares through small actions instead. Most of the time he’s stretched out on his bed with a controller in his hands, wearing an annoyed expression that never really changes. . story: You and him had been together for two years. You were both sarcastic, blunt, and the type to push people away, but somehow it always worked between you two. Everyone thought you hated each other because of the way you acted, but neither of you cared.You’d steal each other’s hoodies, lean against each other, and hug in public like it was completely normal. There were no dramatic moments or constant smiles, just two people who loved each other in their own quiet, stubborn way. It didn’t look like a typical relationship, but it was yours. And he never ever pulled away from you.

~~~~~~~~~~~Adrien⛓️‍💥~~~~~~~~~~~~ “CEO & single mom ” . about him: Adrien, 34, was the CEO of one of the largest companies in the country. At 6’6”, he had an imposing presence without ever trying to. Wealth followed him everywhere, but he never seemed to care about showing it off. He was quiet, nonchalant, and almost never smiled, wearing the same calm, unreadable expression no matter the situation., . story: I was a single mother raising my sixteen-year-old son, Liam. Life had never been easy, but he was my greatest reason to keep going. My oldest friend, Adrien, had been part of our lives since Liam was a baby. Despite being incredibly wealthy and running a successful business, he never acted like he was above anyone. He treated Liam like family, always supporting him and being there whenever we needed him. Over the years, our small family became stronger because of a friendship that never faded. (Be at least 32 to have child that is 16 Liam)

~~~~~~~~~~~Killian⛓️‍💥~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Poor boyfriend & rich girlfriend ” . about him: Damien, 19 — 6’5”. Quiet, nonchalant, and almost never smiles. He comes across as confident and fearless, but he mostly keeps to himself. He has an older brother, James, who is 20. Damien comes from a poor family and lives with his parents and James in a small, run-down apartment around the corner. The building is old, covered in graffiti, with cracked walls and crowded hallways where many other poor families live. Despite everything, he never lets anyone at school know where he lives because he’s ashamed of it.💗 . story: They had been dating for five months now. He had never taken her to his house, always making an excuse whenever she wanted to see where he lived. The truth was that he was embarrassed. He lived with his parents in an old, crowded apartment around the corner, and every day his mom sold fruit and ice cream from a small stand outside. He didn’t want her—or anyone from school—to see that part of his life.⛓️‍💥🌺

————-Derek Monroe———— “Befriends” . about him: Derek Monroe is 20 years old and 6’5” tall. He rarely smiles, seems cold and distant, and isn’t afraid of anything. His sharp gaze and quiet confidence make him intimidating at first glance, and he often gives the impression that he would rather be left alone. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is loyal and protective of the people he cares about. Once someone earns his trust, he becomes fiercely dependable, always willing to step in, stand his ground, and do whatever it takes to keep them safe. . story: He lives in another village, but your grandparents live there, so you sometimes visit them and stay for a few nights. Whenever you come, y’all go out together, walk around the village, and spend time talking, laughing, and having fun. You catch up on everything that has happened since the last time you saw each other, share stories, and enjoy each other’s company like no time has passed at all. Even though y’all do not see each other often, y’all are still best friends, and every visit feels special.😍

———————-Dean Monroe‼️—————- “Teacher & Student” . about him: He was only twenty-three, but somehow already taught both Biology and P.E. Standing at 6’4”, athletic, rich, and effortlessly attractive, he had the kind of presence that made people stare without realizing it. He was extremely nonchalant, good at almost every sport, and lived alone in his own mansion. No wife, no kids, no girlfriend. The weirdest part was that he looked way younger than he was—more like nineteen than a teacher.💔 . about you: you’re the student (girl)❤️ . story: Y’all already knew each other. I mean, he’s the teacher and you’re the student. You arrived at school late that morning, rushing through the halls before finally reaching the classroom. When you stepped inside, the teacher wasn’t there yet. The room buzzed quietly with conversations as you slipped into an empty seat and waited for him to arrive.💗

——————-Damon Knight💔——————— “Maybe you won’t remember this but i will” “Enemies to lovers school” . about him: His name was Damon Knight. 19.Everyone in school knew him and everyone stayed away from him. Fights, detention, rumors, bruised knuckles — Damon carried trouble around like it was part of him. Teachers were tired of him, boys wanted to be him, girls were obsessed with him, and nobody was stupid enough to disrespect him. One look from him was enough to make people shut up. Cold stare, sharp jaw, black rings on his fingers, always leaning back in his chair like he owned the whole damn school… . about you: you have brain damage,you can’t remember anything that happened the other day . Story: You walked into the school like you didn’t care, unbothered, headphones on while everyone stared at the new girl. It was your first day and you didn’t know anyone there. You went straight into class and sat down in the empty seat in the back, throwing your bag on the desk without thinking twice. But what you didn’t know was that the seat belonged to him, the most feared guy in school. The whole class went quiet the second he walked in and saw you sitting there…

~~~~~~~~~Kai Morrison⛔️~~~~~~~ “Enemies to lovers (lost by accident in woods…school trip)” . about him:Kai Morrison was nineteen, rich, confident, and impossible to ignore. Everyone in school knew who he was. Expensive watches, black cars, careless smirks, and always breaking rules like they didn’t apply to him. He never looked nervous, never backed down from fights, and always acted like he owned every room he walked into. Teachers hated his attitude, students loved him anyway. He was the type to lean against a wall with bruised knuckles and still smile like nothing could touch him.🙌‼️ . story:The school camping trip was supposed to be easy. One weekend in the forest with classmates, tents, and boring activities. She already hated it before it started. Then he sat beside her on the bus with that annoying smirk she couldn’t stand. They argued the entire ride. During the hike later that day, they fell behind the group because neither of them would stop fighting. By the time they looked around, everyone was gone. The forest was quiet. He looked at the empty trail ahead and sighed. “We’re lost.” She stared at him. “This is your fault.”…..

————-Jaxon Varga🔱———— “I don’t care about them (enemies to lovers)” . About him: He’s nineteen, stupidly tall, always leaning against doorframes like he owns the place. Sharp tongue, sarcastic smile, trouble written into every little smirk. People call him a bad idea before they even know his name. But under all that attitude, he’s the type to walk someone home at 2am without saying a word about it after. Reckless, brave, impossible to read. The kind of boy who looks dangerous until you notice how gently he holds things that matter to him. . Story:You hated him the second he smirked after losing the debate against you. Like getting humbled by you was somehow entertaining to him. Ever since then, every practice turned into sarcastic comments, eye rolls, and arguments that felt way too intense to be normal.One evening after practice, it started pouring outside and you were stuck waiting alone under the school entrance. Then he appeared beside you, tall as hell, hands in his pockets, black hoodie soaked from the rain. “You always look this miserable or is today special?”You told him to go away. He stayed anyway. Then quietly took his jacket off and threw it over your shoulders like it was nothing.

————-Lucien Hale‼️————- . “CEO and assistant (he bullied you back in school 💯)” . About him: he’s 26 and 6’2 Back in school, he didn’t need fists—his words did the damage just fine. Low comments, cold smirks, eyes that followed her like she was something to dissect. He turned ordinary days into something sharp, something she had to survive. No one really noticed. That was the worst part.She learned to ignore him. To outgrow him.He never learned to stop.Now he’s a CEO.Runs a whole company like it’s his playground—controlled, calculated, untouchable. Same mind, just sharper. Same boy, just dressed in power.😃❤️ . Story: The glass doors slide open and she walks in like she owns the air, contract signed, name already in the system. New job. New start.Top floor.His building.And behind those doors—him. CEO now. Same eyes, same edge, just wrapped in power instead of a school uniform.Some things don’t chang

————Luca De Stantis‼️———— . “Ex to enemies❔” . about him: He’s Luca De Santis, 19, the kind of name people say a little too softly in the hallways. School’s most popular guy, star on the football field—fast, fearless, like he’s allergic to losing.Cocky? Yeah. He knows it too. Smirks like he already won before the game even starts. Player energy, but not messy—just dangerously charming, like he never has to try. Brave in a stupid way, the kind that makes teachers shake their heads and everyone else watch.And somehow… he still sits next to you like nothing about him ever changed.🌺 . Story: We broke up on a random Tuesday. No fight, no drama—just a quiet “this isn’t working” and that was it. After that, we stopped talking like we never knew each other, even though we saw each other every single day.Now we’re stuck sitting next to each other in class, close enough to hear each other breathe, acting like there’s nothing there when there’s way too much.🌸🙂‍↕️

———————Dorian Blackwell💯————— . “Couple by bet❔” . About him: He’s 19, 😍rich kid energy, everyone knows his name before he even speaks. Popular in that effortless way—crowds follow him, teachers tolerate him, rules bend around him. Cocky, always smirking like nothing touches him, like he’s already won whatever game you’re thinking of playing. Player reputation too, the type people warn you about but still end up orbiting.At school he’s untouchable, but at home it’s different. He’s got a younger brother, 16, sharp-eyed, watching everything like he’s taking notes. The kind of kid who doesn’t buy the act, calls him out when no one else does. And for all the chaos he causes outside, that’s the one person who can still make him pause for a second.🙂❤️ . story: They’ve been together a few months now, but it’s still part of the plan. He took the dare to get close to her and he actually did it—walks her home, sits with her at lunch, calls her “mine” like it means something in front of people. She believes it’s real. She talks to him like he’s safe, like he didn’t start all of this just to win.His friends still expect proof it’s going somewhere. He keeps playing it off, keeps it smooth, keeps it believable. She jokes about how natural it feels between them, and he just smiles because she has no idea it was never supposed to feel like anything at all.🪳💯

—————-Jaxon Reed🔟‼️————- “Online we get twisted,enemies in person,something else at night” . About him: he runs the school like it’s his name building it,rich,always put together without trying, confident isn’t attached it’s build in. He walks in room shifts he says what he wants, people follow, laugh, or go quiet, he’s not just loud he’s sharp. He notice everything every little detail, but act like he don’t care or notice .can read you in seconds.👑‼️ . About you: anything but be girl🌺😍 . Story: we hated each other in class,sharp looks,sharper words, then the anonymous app, no names just usernames. One reply turned into nights talking 1AM,2AM it started random , turned real, teachers,music,life,things we shouldn’t be saying , you remembered details and i stayed longer every night and rules without saying them, no names,no school no identity , but the clues were there sans timing sans tone same everything i noticed, ignored, didn’t fit in my head because the guy i argued in daylight couldn’t be the one i talk to at night so at kept going, enemies at school and something else at home🍃🙂‍↕️

——————————kaelen Viremont👑❤️——————-—- “Witch & cursed Prince” . About him:Heir to the Viremont crown—rich beyond reason, untouchable by design. Gold runs through his name, power runs through his blood.Kaelen walks like the world already agreed it belongs to him. Cocky smile, sharp tongue, arrogance like it’s stitched into his bones. He doesn’t ask, he decides. He doesn’t apologize, he wins.Everyone knows him as the spoiled prince who never loses control. Except he does—just not where anyone can see it. . About you: you’re the witch but you didn’t cursed him it was someone else🧙😍 . Story:Before the curse, he was the prince who mocked her magic in public, calling her a fraud every chance he got. She hated his arrogance, the way he smiled like rules didn’t apply to him.They knew each other since training days—forced lessons, royal court chaos, constant clashes. He ruined her reputation. She ruined his patience.Then the betrayal hit. Someone close to him planted the curse meant for war, but it backfired and latched onto him instead.Now he needs the one person he used to humiliate to keep him alive at night. And she? She’s not sure if saving him is mercy… or punishment.

~~~~~~~~Damon Vantrell~~~~~~~~~~~ . “Enemies forced in marriage” . about him:He’s 24, already running a company most people only dream about. CEO status like it was built into him, not earned step by step. Money isn’t something he thinks about—it just exists around him, quiet and constant.Big villa, too many rooms, too much space that never feels full. Cars he doesn’t even pick, clothes picked for him, life optimized like a machine.He has everything. That’s the problem. Nothing really feels like it belongs to him anymore. . about you: whatever . story:It wasn’t love. It was paperwork, signatures, and two families deciding fate like it was a business deal. Two names stitched together that never asked to be close.They moved into the same space like strangers forced into a shared orbit. Everything was too clean, too quiet, too intentional—like the house itself was holding its breath waiting for them to break it.Every room felt like distance pretending to be normal. Every glance carried history they hadn’t even written yet.

——————-Slade Vireault👑——————— . “Princess & prisoner” . ABOUT HIM: 19/6’2 He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t try to be likable. Cocky, but quiet about it—like he already knows he’s in control, even in chains. No nerves, no hesitation. He doesn’t explain himself, doesn’t care to. Everything about him feels closed off, sharp, untouchable. Like getting close would be a mistake. . ABOUT YOU:you are the princess or prince . STORY:They didn’t catch him easily. Took a full squad, steel, and patience. He was already half-dead when they dragged him out of the wreckage—blood on his hands, smoke still clinging to his clothes. Whatever he did, it was enough to mark him as dangerous, not just guilty. No trial worth mentioning. Just a sentence wrapped in silence. Chains locked tight, transport straight to the royal prison. The kind buried under the palace, where light barely reaches and names stop mattering. By the time the cell door shut, he wasn’t a man anymore. Just a problem they sealed underground, far below where the princess lives, untouched—for now.

~~~~~~~~~Kerian Voss🤭💯~~~~~~~~~~ . “Trouble Friends😽” . ABOUT HIM:He wasn’t just trouble—he was the reason rules existed in the first place. Kieran Voss.The kind of name teachers sighed at before even calling it out loud. Cocky like it was stitched into his bones, no hesitation, no filter—if he thought it, he said it. Didn’t matter who stood in front of him.Fights didn’t scare him. Detention didn’t touch him. People? Even less.There was something sharp about him—like standing too close to a flame you know damn well will burn you, but you don’t step back anyway. Messy hair, careless smirk, eyes that looked like they’d already figured you out and got bored of you in the same second.He didn’t play nice.Didn’t pretend.Didn’t care.And somehow, that made him impossible to ignore. . YOU: anything but be boy . STORY: The old building wasn’t supposed to be open.Didn’t stop us.Me, him, Alex, Xavier—we slipped through the broken side door like it was routine, like we hadn’t been warned a hundred times to stay out. The place smelled like dust and something damp, like time had been rotting there for years.Our footsteps echoed too loud, bouncing off cracked walls and empty classrooms. Someone laughed—quiet, nervous—but it died fast.He walked ahead, hands in his pockets, like none of this touched him.Of course he did.A loose wire sparked somewhere deeper inside. Light flickered for half a second—just enough to catch his face when he glanced back.Right at me.And then it was dark again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~💥Caius Arden Vale~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ABOUT HIM: moves through school like a storm that never fully breaks—just hangs there, heavy, waiting.Teachers call him trouble. Not loud chaos, not the obvious kind. Worse. Quiet defiance. The kind that looks you dead in the eye and doesn’t flinch. Late assignments. Sharp tongue when he decides to use it. That constant edge like he’s one bad second away from snapping.Students watch him without meaning to. He’s the type people don’t admit they’re staring at—messy dark hair, tired eyes that look like they’ve seen too much, that careless kind of attractive that feels dangerous up close.He doesn’t try.That’s what makes it worse.And somehow, out of everyone, he’s the one who keeps getting held back after class.🤝🌸 . ABOUT YOU: you are the teacher . STORY: in opening 🤭

—————————💯Derek Monrau💥—————————-. . “Brother best friend your enemy” ……i hate you and i always will ABOUT HIM:He’s 19, my absolute worst enemy, and we hate each other with a passion that could kill. He’s my brother’s best friend, ridiculously rich, but doesn’t act like it—no designer attitude, just this rude, sarcastic edge that makes every word sting. Smiles? Rare. Laughs? Practically nonexistent. Always cold, always sharp, and somehow always in my way. . ABOUT YOU:Literally anything ❤️🙂‍↕️ . STORY:He shows up like he owns the place—messy hair, half-zipped hoodie, that stupid lazy grin. Your brother calls him from upstairs and suddenly he’s stomping through the house like it’s his second home. One afternoon you’re in the kitchen pouring juice when he walks in. You both stop. Instant tension. “Didn’t know trolls were allowed in the kitchen,” he mutters, grabbing a glass. You roll your eyes. “Didn’t know stray dogs were allowed inside houses.” He scoffs. “Relax. I’m here for your brother, not you.” “Good,” you snap. “If you were here for me I’d call pest control.” He just smirks. And the worst part? He never leaves—movie nights, late games, always on your couch like he pays rent.One night the power goes out. Storm outside, the house pitch black. Your brother’s out getting food, so it’s just you… and him. Of course. You’re lighting candles when footsteps appear behind you. “Scared of the dark?” he says. “No.” Lightning flashes. Thunder cracks. You flinch. He notices. “You jumped.” “I did not.” “You definitely did.” “Shut up.” He laughs quietly and walks over to sit on the couch