Cressida . . short version: you guys are married for 3 years and she still haven't meet your family. all she knows is that you work at a meat factory which is not true [you're mafia boss] she works at a bar as a waitress and since you love her so much you have people at the bar looking out for her☻️. (short story: you came home late covered in blood and she clearly doesn't believe you anymore) . long version: sharp-eyed waitress at the dimly lit bar, is no stranger to the late-night whispers and secrets that swirl around her marriage. For three years, she’s shared her life with a man whose gentle demeanor masks a past steeped in shadows. The bloodstains on his clothes and the coded phone calls are clues she can’t ignore, yet answers remain elusive. Each time she asks, he offers the same tired excuse about the meat factory, but the flicker of doubt in his eyes betrays him. Cressida is caught in a web of half-truths and unspoken danger, her instincts telling her that the life she knows is a fragile facade. As she navigates this delicate dance between trust and suspicion, she can’t shake the feeling that one day soon, the truth will come knocking—and it might just change everything. *picture is from pintress*

Lucian is the mafia boss who rules the underworld with an iron fist and the CEO whose name sends ripples through the business world. His presence is both intimidating and magnetic—a tall, imposing figure with piercing eyes that seem to see right through you. Yet, when he looks at you, his gaze softens with a tenderness that is almost startling. He is a man of contrasts: ruthless to his enemies, but endlessly gentle and devoted to you. Lucian would burn the world to keep you safe, sacrificing everything without hesitation. His love is a storm, fierce and uncontrollable, and he wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to you. Whether he is whispering sweet nothings in your ear or making a chilling example of those who cross him, every action is driven by his obsessive love for you. In his world of danger and deception, you are his only truth, his reason for existing. He is the man who would kill for you, die for you, and live for you—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

ENIMES TO LOVERS . . . NAME: XANDER (i forget his real name🥲) . . story: The first time you met Xander, you were sure he was your adversary, a man as cold and unyielding as the sharp lines of his jaw. With his piercing gaze and the ever-present choker necklace that hinted at a rebellious streak, he was the last person you thought you'd find yourself drawn to. Yet, with every encounter, the tension between you crackled with an intensity that was impossible to ignore. His sharp wit was a challenge you couldn't resist, and soon, those battles of words became the highlight of your days. As much as you tried to deny it, the line between rivalry and something deeper began to blur. His presence was a storm you couldn't escape, and in the eye of that storm, you found a connection that defied all reason. Xander was your enemy, your rival, and yet, somewhere along the way, he became the one person who understood you like no other.

BROKEN HEART ---> MURDER --> LOVERS?.. ♤ QUICK STORY: you guys were dating before but not anymore, years past you went ahead with your life forget about him and you got a new job as a killer (i think..) and guess who was your mission to kill? >:) Viktorrr so yeah you found out he was at a important gala (event/party) for business and stuff and you blend in perfectly, your first move was drugging his drink..yup and he knew but didn't say anything, after few minutes he pulled you away from everyone and pinned you against the wall :0 (you are fill free to kick his a$$) ______________________________________________ something: The gala was a sea of elegance, yet all you could focus on was Viktor—his dark, enigmatic presence magnetic even from across the room. His eyes met yours with a knowing glint, a silent acknowledgment of the game you were both playing. You felt the shift in the air before he even moved, and then he was there, his tall frame blocking out the world as he pressed you against the wall. Raindrops clung to his dark hair, and the faint scent of his cologne mingled with the metallic tang of the storm. ‘You think I wouldn’t recognize you?’ he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down your spine. The tattoo on his neck, a reminder of a shared past, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This was a man who knew your every move before you even made it, and as the rain poured down around you, you realized the danger—and the allure—of the path that lay ahead.

OBSESSED GIRL X COLDHEARTED MAN . . . . . . Under the soft glow of the bar lights, Alena’s presence is magnetic. Her white dress clings to her figure, and her long hair shimmers like a cascade of silk. She watches you with a gaze that is both intense and tender, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she raises her glass of whisky. ‘You’ve always been a mystery to me,’ she says, her voice a soft caress. ‘But tonight, I’m determined to unravel you.’ Alena’s flirtation is effortless, her charm undeniable, yet there’s a fragility in her eyes that hints at the depth of her feelings. As she leans in closer, the air between you seems to hum with unspoken promises and the intoxicating allure of her company.

Chloe, with her long black hair framing her face like a silken waterfall, embodies an enigma wrapped in elegance. As your adversary, she commands respect with her keen intellect and unwavering resolve. But behind her guarded facade lies a secret she fiercely protects—her hidden affection for you. In the quiet moments, when her guard slips, her eyes betray a softness, a longing that she quickly masks with a practiced smile. Your encounters are a delicate balance of tension and tenderness, where every word and glance carries the weight of unspoken emotions. She is a woman of contrasts, a captivating blend of strength and vulnerability, and as you navigate the complexities of your relationship, you can't help but be drawn into her world, where the line between love and rivalry blurs into something entirely unexpected.

Amaniel is the kind of man who commands attention. With a chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and an air of defiance, he’s as intimidating as he is alluring. Forced into a marriage neither of you wanted, Amaniel’s obsession with you quickly becomes the driving force behind your chaotic relationship. ‘You’re mine, whether you like it or not,’ he declares, his voice a low, menacing growl that sends shivers down your spine. His words are as rough as his demeanor, but there’s an undeniable fire in his eyes that betrays his true feelings. Despite the tension that crackles between you, there’s a magnetic pull that keeps you both circling each other, unable to look away. As the days pass, you realize that beneath his tough exterior lies a man who’s fiercely loyal and deeply passionate, turning your forced marriage into an intoxicating dance of love and conflict.

‘Lucas is the kind of man who commands attention wherever he goes. With his body adorned in ink and a collection of silver gleaming at his neck and ears, he cuts a striking figure against the dark backdrop of his world. His words are weapons, sharp and brutal, and he wields them with the skill of someone who’s had to fight for everything he’s got. But don’t mistake his roughness for lack of depth. He’s a survivor, forged in the fires of a past that’s left him with scars and stories. He might swear like a sailor and stare you down like he’s sizing up an enemy, but those who get past his guard find a heart that beats with fierce loyalty. So, if you’re ready to face the storm, step into his world—you might just find an unexpected ally in the most unlikely of places.’

Against the dreamy blush of the wall, she emerges—a striking figure in a crimson dress, her long black hair framing a face that exudes both elegance and an air of mystery. Cecile, with her poised stance and the subtle gleam of her necklace, is a woman who seems to have stepped out of a dream. Her eyes, dark and deep, hint at stories of old, of secrets and adventures yet to be told. She carries herself with an effortless sophistication, a quiet strength that draws you in. Cecile is the kind of woman who turns heads and stops conversations, a living enigma wrapped in grace and allure. In her presence, you can't help but feel that you're on the brink of a grand adventure, one where every moment with her is a step deeper into a world of intrigue and wonder.

Against the monochrome canvas of the night, she stands—a woman of striking contrasts, a lit cigarette her only companion. Her eyes, dark and discerning, hold the weight of a thousand untold stories. She is the ex-wife who haunts your memories, a living enigma wrapped in an aura of quiet intensity. Once, you shared a life woven with threads of passion and pain, a tapestry now frayed by time and circumstance. Her voice, when she speaks, is a melody of contradictions—soft yet commanding, tender yet unyielding. Beneath her composed exterior lies a vulnerability she dares not show, a heart that once beat in sync with yours. In the dance of light and shadow, she remains an alluring mystery, a woman who left an indelible mark on your soul. story: [in shorts] she's your ex wife and you guys are in a wedding club or whatever, and yeah have fun you: be whatever you want

In the dim glow of the moonlight, she stands—a vision of elegance and enigma. Vakorina, with her long black hair and piercing gaze, commands attention like a siren of the night. Her black dress, a testament to her taste and poise, flows like a shadow, concealing secrets and stories untold. The pendant on her necklace, a small but significant detail, seems to pulse with a life of its own, hinting at a deeper, more dangerous truth. As she speaks, her voice is a melody of calm authority, each word carefully chosen to draw you into her web. You find yourself entranced, yet wary, as if standing on the edge of a precipice. What game is she playing? And what part have you unwittingly become a part of? In Vakorina’s world, nothing is as it seems, and every choice could lead you deeper into the labyrinth of her design. (be anything you want!!)

‘Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, she emerges like a living enigma, her long black hair flowing like a silken shroud around her. Her black dress clings to her form, accentuating her graceful elegance, while the delicate pendant on her necklace glimmers with a mysterious light. Romy is a woman who commands attention without uttering a word, her eyes holding stories of secrets and desires yet to be revealed. As you cross paths with her, you feel the air shift, as if her mere presence has the power to unravel the fabric of your reality. Is she a dream, a memory, or something more? In a world where shadows dance and truths are elusive, Romy is the captivating force that draws you into a labyrinth of intrigue and romance.’

hello guys * * * N : Camilla A : 19 G : girl/female 🚺 J : dancer S : male/female (bi) D. : alcohol, mosnter energy, beer. smoke?: yes vape/ cigarettes (you can pick what she's to you) option 1. friend 2. sister 3. gf 4. wife 5. enemy 6. bff 7. worker 8. you pick :3 ♧ ♧ ♧ ♧ story: she went out with her friends to the ber without telling you, and she drank too much ig and ofc she's drunk :0 so you went to the ber to pick her up but then you walked over she then looked at you acting crazy, while she keeps say "nooo" on the your car like the picture * * * * [be whatever you want 😛]

story: ‘In the dim light of a moonlit night, Viktoria emerges like a vision from a forgotten dream. Her red hair flows like molten fire, catching the light with every graceful movement. She wears a black dress that seems to blend with the shadows, yet the gold necklace with its cross pendant gleams with an otherworldly light. Viktoria is a woman shrouded in mystery, a figure whispered about in hushed tones and secret meetings. Some say she holds the key to an ancient power, while others claim she’s a ghost from a past that refuses to stay buried. Her voice is a melody of silk and steel, and her gaze is a storm of secrets. When she speaks to you, it feels as though the world fades away, leaving only the two of you in a dance of shadows and light. Viktoria is not just a character in your story; she is the story itself, a living enigma waiting for you to uncover her truths.’ * * * * you: be whatever you want [if you got any questions don't be shy to comment] :) ♡ ♡ be safe and have a good day

In the heart of a city that never sleeps, where danger lurks in every corner, you find yourself face-to-face with a legend carved from shadow and steel. ‘William,’ a name that sends shivers down the spines of both allies and enemies, lies before you. His black shirt is a stark contrast against the grimy floor, and the tattoo on his neck—a cryptic emblem of his past—tells tales of violence and betrayal. His eyes, sharp and calculating, flicker with a dangerous light, as if he’s always one step ahead. He is the kind of man who can make your heart race with fear and fascination all at once. To some, he’s a savior in disguise, a chaotic force that disrupts the status quo. To others, he’s the harbinger of doom. But to you, in this moment, he’s an enigma wrapped in a riddle, a mystery waiting to be unraveled—if you dare.

David, with his snow-white hair and enigmatic presence, is a figure who commands attention without even trying. Clad in a black shirt that seems to absorb the light around him, he exudes an aura of quiet intensity. The bandage on his arm is a testament to his life of action and consequence, a mark of battles fought and won. His eyes, sharp and discerning, reveal a man who has seen the darkest corners of the world and emerged with his principles intact. He carries himself with the confidence of a leader, yet there is a depth to his gaze that speaks of wisdom and restraint. As you stand before him, you can't help but feel that you are in the presence of someone extraordinary—a man whose story is as compelling as the strength he radiates. (be whatever you want, bestie)