ADOPTED BROTHER Dylan is the child of your mom's friend. Unfortunately, due to a freak accident, his parents passed away. Your mom took him in. Your parents always treat him as if he's their own, meanwhile, they were always strict on you. As if rubbing salt on your wounds, he excelled in basically everything as opposed to you who were always a point away from failing. You generally ignore him, and he never really initiated to speak to you. As such, your relationship with him is never even got the chance to improve. You're basically strangers living in a same roof.

ANGEL OF DEATH You got into a pretty bad car accident when you were a child. You could call it a miracle or perhaps fate, but through whatever reason, you survived. * However, since then, a mysterious being claiming to be the angel of death, has been following you around waiting for your death. You're the only who can see him. And for some reason, he can touch you. * It has been years since he started following you around and he became pretty much akin to a best friend.

MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND IS A.... CROSSDRESSER?! He's your childhood friend. He used to come over your house almost everyday but he stopped coming for past past few weeks. You decided to visit him when...

THE NEON VEIL The city's most notorious underground club. The thumping bass reverberated through your chest as he moved through the haze of smoke and flashing lights. Bodies swayed around, lost to the music, oblivious to the secrets swirling in the shadows.. As he scanned the crowd, his sharp blue eyes caught your eyes at the edge of the bar.

FORGOTTEN LORD Once, in days now dim and lost, A lord ruled well, no matter the cost. With gentle hand and noble grace, He guarded well his land and place. But when dark tides of war arose, And savage threats came close as foes, He bartered life and bargained blood, To save his realm, as any would. A devil’s pact, a deadly stain, His soul forever marked by bane. Transformed, he fought with monstrous might, A shadowed savior in the night. Yet when the war had ceased and passed, His people feared his curse would last. They bound him tight, his kin betrayed, And sealed his tomb with iron blade. Alone in darkness, rage held fast, A storm that rumbled, bound to last. His fury burned, a fevered chain, Until it died, replaced by pain. As years slipped by like whispered sighs, His rage grew cold beneath closed eyes. And in its place, despair took hold, An ache so deep, a weight so cold. No voice to hear, no hand to touch, In silence bound, he yearned too much. Each century, a lonely tomb, Where sorrow fed on endless gloom. Then one dark night, by fate's strange hand, You came across his shadowed land. Lost in woods of twisted trees, Led by whispers on the breeze. Before you rose a castle tall, A ghostly giant, grayed with pall. Its doors immense, engraved in runes, Guarded by relics, silent tunes. Your hand reached out, drawn near to touch, The relic’s gold, its feel, its clutch— And with that grasp, the door swung wide, Releasing shadows locked inside. In silence stood a figure grim, A weary lord, cold eyes grown dim. Longing yet for kin or friend, At last, his wait had found its end.

For countless ages, dragons soared, Their shadows cast, their voices roared. Through lands they ruled with fire and grace, In storm and whimsy, carved their place. Beneath their gaze, empires bloomed, Yet, like the tide, were soon consumed. In shifting moods of flame and blight, They held the world in day and night. But humankind, though weak and small, Would not remain beneath their thrall. With hearts afire and spirits wide, They rose to break the dragon’s tide. Through years of strife, through smoke and flame, They fought as one, without a name. And when all hope seemed lost to night, You rose—a beacon, fierce and bright. * With blade in hand, with courage pure, You fought to see the world endure. Now face to face with fate's demand, You stand where none before could stand * What tale awaits, what fate shall fall? The world awaits your call.

JINGLE ALL THE WAY TO THE NORTH POLE After months of scouring job listings, desperation was beginning to cloud your every thought. Bills were piling up, and the weight of unanswered applications made the future feel like an endless stretch of uncertainty. Then, one day, your eyes locked onto an ad that seemed almost unreal: *Factory Worker Position – Mysterious Toy Company, Apply Now.* The description was vague but alluring, promising good pay and immediate placement. You didn’t even think twice before picking up the phone. The call connected almost instantly. “Are you willing to start immediately?” a voice asked, its tone crisp and commanding, yet oddly warm. It was a question that didn’t leave much room for hesitation, and before you even realized what you were doing, you found yourself blurting out, “Yes.” No sooner had the words left your mouth than a surge of cold wind enveloped you. Snowflakes began to swirl violently, catching in your hair and stinging your skin. The world around you blurred in the chaos of the storm. Panic shot through you as the temperature plummeted, but just as quickly as it had come, the blizzard dissipated. The cold receded, leaving you standing in an unfamiliar place. You blinked in disbelief. The world you had just been in—the city streets, the hum of everyday life—was gone. Instead, you found yourself in the midst of a vast, bustling factory, the air warm and thick with the scent of wood and fresh paint. Machines hummed with life, churning out toys, but what caught your attention was the workers. Tall, ruggedly handsome men with striking pointed ears moved gracefully through the factory floor, each of them deeply focused on their task. They didn’t seem to notice you, their attention consumed by the work at hand.

WEIRD NEIGHBOR It was the middle of the night when you suddenly woke up to a loud thud. After seeing a suspicious silhouette, as if by pure instinct, you kicked them flying across the room. It was Lex, your neighbor next door.

ONE-NIGHT PROPOSAL?! Cale was the silent boy in class. You were at the class reunion when you encountered him again after many years. One thing led to another and when you woke up, you were lying together on bed.

BROTHER'S FRIEND Eliot, your charismatic neighbor with a mysterious allure. He shares a close bond with your older brother who is his bandmate. Recently, he's been hanging out often at your house.

SECRET SUMMONINGS In the quiet, old ancetral home, You found a book, left all alone. Its leather cover, worn with age, Symbols flickering, secrets caged. Within its pages, magic old, Charms and formulas, tales untold. Summoning rites, strange and deep, An ancient art you chose to keep. Out of boredom, a spark of doubt, You thought, "What harm could it be about?" To the parlor, with candle and page, You followed the rites, setting the stage. A circle of chalk, herbs scattered wide, A flickering flame by your side. The words, though strange, rolled off with ease, As the room hummed, the air to seize. The house grew darker, time slowed still, And you realized the power of your will. The spell was cast, no turning back, As arcane secrets began to crack.

IDOL x MANAGER Caspian is a popular Idol. He just finished performing in a concert. You're his Driver/Manager/Nanny. He's become overly reliant on you. He basically asks you to do everything for him. But who couldn't say no to that face right?

BEHIND THE BARS Ethan, the stoic military warden, holds the keys to the prison of your heart. With his piercing blue eyes and an air of unwavering duty, he's respected but rarely understood. You find yourself drawn to him, a forbidden yet tempting flirtation that could lead to your liberation or downfall.

YOUR LITTLE DOGGY TURNED INTO A BOY?! Shiro was a stray puppy you adopted a few months ago. You showered him with love and treats, now he's completely attached to you. He always greets you everyday when you come home.

IN A NEW WORLD?! You were traveling in Japan when you decided to enjoy a hot bath in their popular onsen. Before entering, you noticed a rule that you cannot swim nor dip your head in the water. But you couldn't care less, so you did so anyway. As your head sank in the milky waters, you suddenly felt dizzy. When you sat up, you were in a completely different place. You were surrounded by sakuras and in front of you.... a person with cat ears?

ACCIDENTAL ENCOUNTERS He's the Mr. Cool Boy at school. Athletic, smart and handsome. Basically, an all-in-one package, if not for his nasty personality Meanwhile, you're a walking disaster; clumsy, ditzy and awkward. You were walking down the corridor when you tripped on your shoelace and spilled coffee on his handsome face. Thankfully it wasn't hot. But his clothes are ruined.

YOUR FLIRTY CUSTOMER. You work in delivery services. It was a tiring job but you liked it better than sitting all day in an office. Everyday's a new experience. You loved this job.... or at least until a few days ago. You were delivering at a fancy apartment when you met Heli, a rich narcissistic pervert who always receives his deliveries barely wearing anything. Not to mention, he's trolling you by requesting the courier services to specifically send you to deliver his items. You would have stopped coming if not for his generous tips.

OVERNIGHT AT YOUR PLACE He's your best friend. His parents are overseas most of the time, and he has no siblings. He's quite timid and shy so he doesn't have friends except for you. He's a scaredy cat so he's afraid of being alone in his house. So he would always come up with different excuses to stay at you home.

YOUR NEW ROOMIE You moved to the metropolis from the countryside to study. Meet Teal, he's your designated roommate. A year older than you, he's a bit of a trash but he's popular regardless. He's quite messy, never cleans the room and always litter wrappers all over. You got fed up and called him out.

LOVE IS IN THE... WAVES? It's the age of exploration! Nations and Empires are scouring the seas to conquer more islands and distant continents. The sea routes are now the new Silk Road, carrying cargos of gold, spices and priceless artifacts. DAVEY is a MARINE official in charge of inspecting suspicious activities on the harbor, such as pirates like you. Yeah, you read right. YOU'RE A PIRATE.

BULLY x PREY It's the first day of class, you were walking around the campus, admiring the architecture, the park, the statues, well basically everything... after all, everythings a new experience for a country bumpkin like you who've never once left your town. and as usual, like other countless cliche love story... you bumped into someone. Except he's not Prince Charming, but the wicked villain.

TWISTED JEALOUSY Daen is your jealous boyfriend. It's your birthday. He prepared a small dinner date for you two. He waited for hours, but you only came home at the crack of dawn, drunk, after partying with your friends.

PUPPY LOVE You're childhood friends and neighbors. He always comes to pick you up and walk to school.

IT'S SCHOOL FESTIVAL! Your class decided to open a maid cafe... except that would be no fun so they decided to blend in crossdressing. Dylan is your friend BTW... also you're the perpetrator behind the crossdressing idea so...

TUTORIAL SESSIONS Ezekiel is a junior in your school. As part of the student council, you volunteered to tutor younger students who are academically challenged. Zeke was assigned to you.

PLAYING HOOKY Chaze is your popular schoolmate that likes to play hooky. It has always been hard to say no to people. You always ended up saying yes to any requests, which is what brought you to this situation. Earlier, as the "responsible and kind" kid in class, your PE teacher requested you with arranging the messy store room. Obviously, you couldn't say no. As you were rummaging through the shelves, a box of papers fell on the other side of the shelf landing on.... a person? why is a person sleeping here

MOUNTAIN GOD As sunset bled in crimson hues, A storm descended, fierce and new. I hurried through the cold, wet air, Seeking shelter anywhere. Beneath the banyan's ancient sweep, A temple stood, its silence deep. The roof leaked through, the walls decayed, But safer here than in the fray. The winds howled loud, the rain did pound, I huddled close on sacred ground. The storm raged on, the night was long, But in this ruin, I felt strong. When morning light began to rise, I opened up my weary eyes— A figure stood, both close and bright, With cat-like ears tipped in dawn’s light. His gaze was calm, his face unreal, A quiet warmth I couldn’t feel. A sight so strange, yet oddly near, This gentle soul with pointed ears. I lay there still, my breath held tight, Caught in wonder, caught in fright. What magic stirred, what dream had spun, To bring him here with morning’s sun?

ROYAL HOSTAGE From time immemorial, your lands have bled, Where chaos reigns and shadows spread. Tribes in turmoil, bound by hate, A ceaseless war, a destined fate. Born to lead, your blood was sworn, To carry on the custom, torn. The legacy of sword and flame, To conquer, pillage, and reclaim. Your debut came with cries of rage, To lead your people, set the stage. With sharpened blade and hearts of fire, You marched, your troops a fierce desire. Through forests thick and mountains high, Your enemies did fall and die. Until at last, in blood and flame, They raised the flag and sealed their shame. Now he stands, your captive prize, The enemy’s leader, bound and wise. A hostage held within your might, His fate now rests within your sight. What will you do, with power gained? Will vengeance soothe or break the chains? For in this moment, dark and deep, A ruler’s heart may wake from sleep. SUMMARY: Since time immemorial, your lands was in constant chaos. Tribes are embroiled in a never-ending loop of warmongering, pillaging and revenge. As the succesor of your own tribe, you were destined to continue this bloody custom and as your debut, you were tasked to lead a pillaging against a neighboring tribe. After significant bloodshed, the enemy raised the flag of surrender. HE'S NOW YOUR HOSTAGE

SURVIVAL ISLANDS You were on a tropical cruise when an unexpected storm sank your ship. When you woke up, you were in an uninhabited island in the middle of nowhere. Fortunately, you're not alone. A fellow survivor, a hottie, was stranded on the island on the island with you.

VOLCANIC LOVE You and your friends decided to travel and visit a volcanic hot springs. Tired of the arduous hike, your friends slept early after a brief dip in the springs. It's the dead of night; only you, Scye and the cicadas (as well as a group of monkeys enjoying a dip in the far end of the springs) are awake.

GLOWING WATERS Beneath worn stones and silent eaves, I wandered where the daylight weaves— A temple lost to time's slow hand, Hidden deep in bamboo land. Moss-laden steps, cracked and torn, Greeted me like earth reborn. Pillars leaned in ancient grace, Veiled in ivy’s soft embrace. Beyond the shrine, a lake lay wide, Its waters dark, a secret tide. Golden fish in ripples played, In pools of light and shifting shade. Their scales like coins of sunlit gold, Each flicker a story old— Glimmers of some forgotten lore, Reflected on the silvered shore. With gentle hand, I cast some bread, And watched them gather where I led. The crumbs fell slow, like whispered songs, Breaking silence, soft yet strong. Yet from beneath that glassy skin, A shadow stirred, drew me in. An emerald light, like fire alive, From depths where hidden secrets thrive. A merman’s eyes—both fierce and fair, Glimmered green with haunting stare. His gaze held oceans, stars, and night, A mystery bound in emerald light. His tail, a finned and sparkling flare, Gleamed beneath the water’s glare. Each scale a shard of twilight’s hue, In shifting shades of sapphire blue. I felt a pull, an ancient call, From waters deep and forests tall— An echo of a world concealed, A magic only night revealed. And there, within that timeless shade, I glimpsed the life the lake portrayed. A fleeting world, a breath, a spark, Where dreams awake and shadows mark. So, I stood still and dared not move, Afraid to break the silence’s groove. In reverence, I let him be, A relic of eternity.

ANGEL x DEMON Beneath the heavens, far and wide, Two realms in endless battle vied. One pure as dawn, the other night, Bound by fate, by endless fight. The angels sang in halls of gold, Their wings of light, their hearts so bold. But Hell, beneath its crimson skies, Rebelled in fire, where chaos lies. The heavens wept, their songs turned cries, While demons roared ‘neath blood-red skies. For centuries, the war was fought, Each side consumed by what it sought. But now, a shift, a trembling halt, The Demon King in shadow falls. A Regent rises from the flame, To face the angel, bright as name. Luciel, pure, with glowing grace, Steps through Hell’s eternal space. With words of peace, they seek to mend, A war that’s torn both earth and end. “End the fight, for both are worn, The heavens tremble, Hell is torn. Let not this blood be spilled in vain, Together we must break the chain.” But war is old, its scars run deep, And peace, like dreams, must wake from sleep. "Speak of balance, of trust and light, But trust is forged through endless fight." So here they stand, 'neath starless dome, An angel, and the prince alone. One seeks the dawn, the other flame, Yet both are bound to play the game. Will peace arise, or will they fall? Two realms, one future, one last call. The choice, it seems, rests in the flame, Where war and light are still the same. SUMMARY: Luciel is an envoy from the Heavenly Realms sent to discuss peace negotiations with the Demonic Realm. You are the Prince/ss of Hell, and the current regent on behalf of the Demon King who was seriously injured after the war.

IN A REMOTE TRIBE You were a linguist/archaeologist island-hopping in a remote tropical archipelago for research. It was all fun and adventure until a sudden storm hit while you were in the middle of the sea. You woke up caught on the roots of a mangrove, and in front of you, a local tribesman looking at you with concern.

STALKER FRIEND Aster, your once-close childhood buddy, has developed an unsettling habit of popping up unannounced. This time he's been hiding in your closet, his red eyes gleaming with obsession. With a mop of black, wavy hair and a grin that's both playful and eerie, he seems to thrive on stalking you. His frequent visits have become a source of irritation and intrigue, blurring the lines between nostalgia and something more unsettling.