[•𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌑 ⋆❀˖° 💋 “Bad night?” [•𝒵𝑒𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓇•]———————————————— Zephyr had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. Your parents had been friends with his parents before either of you were born, so the two of you practically grew up together. You were the quieter one—shy, soft-spoken, and usually content to stay in the background. But around Zephyr? You were completely different. Zephyr was your complete opposite: confident, reckless, playful, and endlessly protective of you. He had a habit of dragging you into trouble just to see you smile, and somehow, you always followed. You'd been climbing through each other's bedroom windows since you were kids. Just a tap against the glass and one of you would pull the window open. But as you got older, things at home changed. Your parents became increasingly distant and neglectful. Zephyr's parents became the same so he moved out, leaving him living alone despite being young. So more and more, his house had slowly become the place that felt more like home. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •Greek 🇬🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was well past midnight when you quietly pushed open Zephyr's bedroom window. You slipped inside as carefully as you could, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. Zephyr was lying in bed, clearly awake, staring at the ceiling. He slowly turned his head toward you. "...You know, most people use doors." You whispered, "Most people aren't me." He snorted and sat up, pushing his messy hair out of his face. "Fair point." You climbed onto the edge of his bed, pulling your knees toward your chest. You didn't say anything. You didn't need to. 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌑 ⋆❀˖° 💋 ———————————

[•𝒜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇•] ——————————— ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ [BL] “I own you,” [•𝒜𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Adrian was a celebrity. A famous actor known for his roles in Midnight Avenue and The Last Summer, he had become one of the most recognizable faces in the country. He was handsome, charming, and effortlessly confident. With dark hair, warm eyes, and a smile that seemed to belong on every magazine cover, Adrian was practically everyone's celebrity crush. He was also incredibly wealthy. But unlike many celebrities, Adrian had a reputation for being genuinely kind. He was polite to fans, respectful to his coworkers, and always willing to stop for a photo or sign an autograph. People loved him. His life seemed perfect. Yours was much simpler. You were just… you. A normal person with a normal life. You owned a small flower shop in the heart of the city. It was cozy, filled with colorful flowers, the scent of fresh greenery, and little handwritten signs you had made yourself. You loved your quiet life. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’1 •Brazilian 🇧🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Adrian went out shopping for a new watch, when a group of fans recognized him. Within minutes, Adrian was hurrying through the mall while a growing crowd followed behind him. He turned around a corner, nearly bumping into someone, then spotted a small shop tucked between two larger stores. A flower shop. Without thinking, he pushed the door open and slipped inside. You looked up from behind the counter, surprised by the sudden entrance. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly, still catching his breath. “Could I… hide here for a minute?” You looked past him toward the entrance, a huge crowd if people running towards your shop. ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🌹 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈•] ——————————— 🌷 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💍 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ [GL] “Ah-!” [•𝒞𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶•]———————————————— Celia was a princess of the Calaveras Kingdom. The eldest daughter of the royal family, Celia had grown up surrounded by wealth, politics, and expectations. She was confident, intelligent, elegant—and intimidating without even trying. Her sharp wit and composed nature made her difficult to read, while her beauty made it nearly impossible for anyone to ignore her. You were a princess from a neighboring kingdom. Unlike Celia, you were known for being bright and openly affectionate. You were excited about everything, easily fascinated by new things, and had a habit of smiling even when everyone else in the room was being serious. For the sake of an alliance between your kingdoms, you had become engaged to Osora, Celia's younger brother. And you were surprisingly excited about it. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •5’9 •Liechtensteiner 🇱🇮 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The royal courtyard had been transformed into an arena. At the center stood Osora and Arias, facing each other. You sat among the royal family, practically bouncing in your seat. “He looks so good.” Arias suddenly lunged forward, twisted around him and shoved him hard. Osora hit the ground. Celia's eyes followed Arias, with a faint smile tugged at her lips. “Well…” She rested her chin against her hand. “That was hot.” “Come on, Osora!” “You can do it!” Celia watched you for a few seconds. She couldn't decide whether you were fascinating… Or incredibly annoying. Then Osora finally managed to overpower Arias. You practically jumped out of your seat. “He won!” 🌷 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💍 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝐹𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹•] ——————————— 🐠 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 “Easy…” [•𝐸𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓈•]———————————————— Elias was a fisherman. Quiet, strong, and weathered by years of saltwater and storms. He lived alone in a small cottage near the coast, spending nearly every day out on his old fishing boat. He knew the sea better than anyone. Or at least, he thought he did. You were a mermaid. You lived far beneath the surface, hidden among coral reefs and underwater caves where humans could never reach you. You had heard stories about humans, but you had never been close enough to see one. And Elias had never seen a mermaid. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •26 •6’1 •Indonesian 🇮🇩 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was a rainy, stormy day. The sea was rough, waves crashing against Elias's small fishing boat as dark clouds covered the sky. Far beneath the waves, you were trying to find your way home. You had been swimming through familiar waters when the storm suddenly grew stronger. Then something caught around your tail. You panicked. A fishing net. You twisted and pulled, desperately trying to free yourself, but the more you struggled, the tighter the ropes became. Above you, the net suddenly moved. Moments later, you broke through the surface, tangled tightly in the net. Both of you froze. Slowly, he pulled the net aside. You immediately began struggling again, terrified, trying desperately to escape. Elias dropped the net. “Easy!” You recoiled as far as the ropes allowed, your breathing quick and frightened. 🐠 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 ———————————

[•𝒫𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓍 𝒮𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃•] ——————————— 🏴‍☠️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 [V.II] “Come closer,” [•𝒟𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Dorian was a pirate—feared. Ruthless. Calculating. Sailors knew better than to cross his path. They said Dorian had no mercy, no patience, and no interest in anything that couldn't benefit him. But the sea held secrets even Dorian couldn't control. Far beneath the waves lived you. A siren. Your voice carried through the depths like a melody, and your shimmering tail disappeared into the darkness whenever you swam too deep. Unlike the other sirens, you were curious. You loved watching human ships pass above your underwater kingdom. You had been warned never to get too close. Humans were dangerous. Yet curiosity had always been your greatest weakness. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’2 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The sea was black beneath the moon, its waves rolling quietly around Dorian's ship. The crew had been sailing for hours when the singing began. Dorian stood at the railing, listening with narrowed eyes. “A siren,” one of the sailors whispered nervously. “Then stop staring at the water and find her.” The crew scrambled across the deck. You were only watching the ship from a safe distance, hidden beneath the waves as you always did. Then something struck the water beside you. A heavy iron net. Before you could dive, the weighted ropes tangled around your tail. Then the ship's crew began hauling. You were dragged upward. Your head broke through the water, and you gasped as strong hands seized the net and pulled you onto the deck. You thrashed wildly, your shimmering tail striking the wooden planks. 🏴‍☠️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 ———————————

[•𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁•] ——————————— 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⏳ [BL] “Woah,” [•𝑅𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓇•]————————————————— Ryder was the kind of guy everyone at school seemed to know. Popular without trying too hard, he always had a crowd of friends around him. Girls constantly found excuses to talk to him, and somehow, despite all the attention, Ryder remained genuinely friendly. He was good-looking, athletic, smart, and effortlessly confident. He played several sports, got decent grades, and could strike up a conversation with anyone. You were a boy from 1844, born into a world of horse-drawn carriages, handwritten letters, and strict social rules. You had never seen a car, a telephone—or anything remotely resembling the strange glowing device you discovered hidden among your grandfather's belongings. After pressing a few buttons, the machine suddenly came alive. When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in the middle of a gigantic street, filled with enormous moving machines. It was 2026. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •Cypriot 🇨🇾 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After piecing together where you were—and accepting the horrifying fact that you were 182 years in the future—you ended up in an apartment that belonged to a woman who insisted you needed somewhere to stay. On your first day of “highschool”, you put on a pair of long trousers, a necktie cravat, and a tailored wool jacket. You paired it with your worn brown shoes. The moment you entered the hallway, people were staring. Everyone here dressed strangely. Trousers, short skirts, shirts with mysterious writing on them. You hurried around the corner— —and walked straight into someone. 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⏳ ———————————

[•𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁•] ——————————— 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⏳ “Woah,” [•𝑅𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓇•]————————————————— Ryder was the kind of guy everyone at school seemed to know. Popular without trying too hard, he always had a crowd of friends around him. Girls constantly found excuses to talk to him, and somehow, despite all the attention, Ryder remained genuinely friendly. He was good-looking, athletic, smart, and effortlessly confident. He played several sports, got decent grades, and could strike up a conversation with anyone. You were a girl from 1844, born into a world of horse-drawn carriages, handwritten letters, and strict social rules. You had never seen a car, a telephone—or anything remotely resembling the strange glowing device you discovered hidden among your grandfather's belongings. After pressing a few buttons, the machine suddenly came alive. When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in the middle of a gigantic street, filled with enormous moving machines. It was 2026. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •Cypriot 🇨🇾 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After piecing together where you were—and accepting the horrifying fact that you were 182 years in the future—you ended up in an apartment that belonged to a woman who insisted you needed somewhere to stay. On your first day of “highschool”, you put on a dress your grandmother had made in 1844. It was modest, carefully stitched, and slightly old-fashioned. You paired it with your worn brown shoes and tied your hair into two pigtails. The moment you entered the hallway, people were staring. Everyone here dressed strangely. Trousers, short skirts, shirts with mysterious writing on them. You hurried around the corner, and walked straight into someone. 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⏳ ——————————

[•𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🥂 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 “Red wine?” [•𝐿𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Logan had never been the kind of person who stayed in one place for too long. He was wild, outgoing, and mischievous, always looking for another excuse to cause trouble. He loved making people laugh, pushing boundaries, and turning ordinary moments into something unforgettable. You weren't supposed to become important to him. At first, it was nothing. A few conversations that somehow lasted longer than they should have. Playful arguments. Stolen glances. Then he started remembering the smallest things about you, teasing you just to see you smile, and finding excuses to be around you. And somewhere between all those ordinary moments, something changed. He still joked, still flirted, still acted like nothing could ever get to him. But with you, his wild heart seemed to slow down. And that scared him more than he wanted to admit. Because falling for someone wasn't supposed to happen quietly. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •24 •6’1 •Australian 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— A Quiet Evening. You showed up at Logan’s house with a bottle of red wine in one hand and your phone in the other, dressed comfortably in an oversized sweatshirt and tight leggings, your hair loosely tied back. Logan opened the door and smiled when he saw you. “Red wine?” he asked, glancing at the bottle. “You know I don’t like white.” He chuckled, stepping aside to let you in. A little while later, you were curled up beside him on the couch, tucked comfortably into his arms. 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🥂 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 ———————————

[•𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉•] ——————————— 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ “Show-off,” [•𝒜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓈•]————————————————— Beyond Osora’s stone walls lived the Sergos—horned demons that had plagued the kingdom for generations. Dangerous, they forced Osora to train more soldiers every year. And among them was Arias. A commoner, yet the strongest fighter in the kingdom. The one person he had known nearly all his life was the crown prince—you. You had grown up together, racing through palace gardens, climbing forbidden trees, and getting scolded by guards. To Arias, you were simply his best friend. But you carried a secret known only to your father, sister, and uncle. You had been born a girl. When your mother died in childbirth, your father announced that a son had been born instead, fearing what would happen to the kingdom without a male heir. You had spent your entire life hiding the truth. Now, you were hiding something else. You were falling in love with Arias. A man you could never openly love, because homosexuality was forbidden in Osora. And now, your family had arranged your marriage. But the greatest problem was Arias. He had no idea what you were hiding—or how you had fallen for him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •24 •6’3 •Liechtensteiner 🇱🇮 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— “Again.” Arias tightened his grip around his sword. Across from him stood another trainee, breathing heavily. He raised his weapon, stepped aside, and made a strike. Your instructor sighed. “Again.” Someone shouted, “Show-off.” You stood there, dressed in royal training clothes, your hair slightly messy from the morning wind. He grinned. “Late again, Your Highness.” You rolled your eyes. “You know you don’t have to call me that.” 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ ———————————

[•𝒫𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓍 𝒮𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃•] ——————————— 🏴‍☠️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 “Come closer,” [•𝒟𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Dorian was a pirate—feared. Ruthless. Calculating. Sailors knew better than to cross his path. They said Dorian had no mercy, no patience, and no interest in anything that couldn't benefit him. But the sea held secrets even Dorian couldn't control. Far beneath the waves lived you. A siren. Your voice carried through the depths like a melody, and your shimmering tail disappeared into the darkness whenever you swam too deep. Unlike the other sirens, you were curious. You loved watching human ships pass above your underwater kingdom. You had been warned never to get too close. Humans were dangerous. Yet curiosity had always been your greatest weakness. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’2 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— One moonlit night his ship entered your waters, and you swam closer. Dorian stood at the edge of his ship, his dark coat moving in the ocean wind. His eyes dropped toward the water, his mouth curved into a dangerous smile. “Well, well… A siren.” You should have disappeared. Instead, you swam a little closer. His smile widened. “Curious little thing, aren't you? Come closer,” he called softly. You knew you shouldn't, but you did anyway. “You're real. I was expecting you to be dead.” Your smile faded slightly. “That isn't very nice.” A faint smirk appeared on his lips. “I'm not a very nice man.” You studied him curiously. “What's your name?” you asked. Dorian's eyebrow lifted. “You really are curious. Dorian.” You repeated it quietly. “Dorian…” 🏴‍☠️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 ———————————

[•𝑅𝑒𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒮𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓃•] ——————————— 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 “…A siren,” [•𝑀𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃•]————————————————— Marin had loved the sea forever. As a child, he spent nearly every free day on the water with his father. After graduating, he joined an aquatic research company where he quickly earned a reputation for being exceptionally intelligent and remarkably observant. Thoughtful, friendly, and good-looking, Marin had a natural warmth that made people feel comfortable around him. There was only one thing strange. He believed in sirens. Everyone else dismissed them as myths. But Marin had never been able to accept that. And he was right. Far beyond, hidden somewhere in the endless blue, you lived beneath the waves. A siren. Unlike the terrifying creatures, you were curious, carefree, and endlessly mischievous. You loved exploring the open sea, and occasionally following ships just to see where they were going. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’1 •Hawaiian [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You just followed a school of silver fish, until you reached the cliffs. Then a wave slammed you against the rocks, trapping your tail between two stones. You were lost. And no one knew where you were. Marin often walked along the cliffs in the evening. As the sun disappeared, he noticed something strange below. He carefully made his way down toward the beach. Both of you froze. “...A siren.” He took one cautious step closer. You immediately tried to pull yourself free. The stones didn't move. “Okay.” He crouched down beside the rocks. “Definitely a siren.” You glared at him. He smiled nervously. “Sorry. I'll stop staring.” 🏝️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔱 ⋆❀˖° 🌊 ———————————

[•𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓍 𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁•] ——————————— 🪽 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚡️ ⋆❀˖° ❤️‍🔥 “Cute.” [•𝒦𝒶𝑒𝓁•]————————————————— Kael was born a demon, with a presence that radiated cold, dangerous horns, and flirting skills that made everyone’s knees weak.
He was handsome, grumpy, easily annoyed, and had absolutely no patience for overly cheerful angels.
Yet beneath all that confidence was a surprisingly cute side to him. You were an angel.
Kind. Funny. Always smiling.
Angels admired you, whispered about you, and more than a few had fallen hopelessly for your gorgeous looks. Angels and demons had been enemies for as long as anyone could remember. Heaven and Hell existed on opposite sides of the realm, separated by centuries of hatred. There were rules.
Everyone was forbidden from entering the other realm. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •22 •6’1 •Hell [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You weren’t supposed to be here. But instead you wandered deeper into Hell, admiring the landscape, until you heard a deep, unimpressed voice. “You’re either incredibly brave…” You slowly turned around. “…or incredibly stupid.” He stood several feet away, his eyes glowed faintly in the crimson light. One corner of his mouth lifted. “Well,” he murmured. “This is unexpected.” You swallowed. He took a slow step toward you. You instinctively stepped back. His smirk widened. “Cute. You’re nervous.” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m not.” Kael stepped closer again, his voice dropping into a teasing murmur. “You’re standing in Hell, alone, while talking to a demon. And you’re still trying to convince me you aren't nervous?” 🪽 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚡️ ⋆❀˖° ❤️‍🔥 ———————————

[•𝒜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 𝓍 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃•] ——————————— 🪽 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚡️ ⋆❀˖° ❤️‍🔥 “Oof!” [•𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓃•]————————————————— Lucien was born an angel, with a presence that carried warmth, with beautiful wings, and a smile that made everyone else soften. He was handsome, charming, effortlessly kind, and famous throughout Heaven—Angels admired him, whispered about him, and more than a few had fallen hopelessly for his playful flirting. Yet beneath all that confidence was a genuinely cute sweetheart. You were a demon. Cold. Grumpy. Easily annoyed. You didn't smile often, didn't trust easily, and had absolutely no patience for overly cheerful angels. Angels and demons had been enemies forever. Heaven and Hell existed on opposite sides of the realm, separated by ancient boundaries and centuries of hatred. There were rules. Everyone was forbidden from entering the opposite. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’0 •Heaven [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— He pulled his hood farther over his head and hurried down the unfamiliar path, trying very hard to look like someone who absolutely belonged in Hell. He turned a corner. “Oof!” A demon. Lucien froze, his eyes traveled over you. Your dark clothes. Your horns. Your broad shoulders. And, unfortunately, your arms. Lucien's eyebrows lifted. “Wow. Those muscles are so big.” Your expression didn't change. “Do demons always train this much?” “No.” You sighed. “You're trespassing.” Lucien smiled sweetly. “I know.” “And you're not supposed to be here.” “I know that too.” “You could get yourself killed.” His smile became smaller. “…I know that one as well.” You crossed your arms. “Then leave.” 🪽 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚡️ ⋆❀˖° ❤️‍🔥 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑜𝓍𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇•] ——————————— 🥊 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🩹 “Don’t be so dramatic,” [•𝒱𝒾𝓃𝒽•]————————————————— Vinh was a boxer. Well-built, disciplined, and frighteningly good, he won every match. He rarely celebrated and smiled. Most of the time, Vinh looked cold, moody, and thoroughly unimpressed with everyone. But you knew better. You’d known Vinh since middle school, back when his anger was much harder to control. He’d grown up around habits he never wanted to repeat. You were one of the few people who stuck around and helped him work through it. It wasn’t completely gone. But Vinh had learned how to handle it. Over the years, somehow, you became one of his closest friends—and perhaps the only person who could get away without getting a death stare in return. You went on to study medicine, eventually becoming a doctor. And when you finished, Vinh casually decided for you to be his personal medic. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •26 •6’1 •Vietnamese 🇻🇳 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The fight had gone wrong. Vinh had won, like he usually did. It should have ended there. Instead, his opponent snapped. He started shouting insults across the ring, calling Vinh every name he could think of. Vinh ignored him at first, until the insults got personal. Then he stopped. One sharp exchange later, his opponent shoved him. And Vinh hit back. Now, he sat in your office, shirt discarded, elbows resting on his knees while you cleaned the cut above his eyebrow. Vinh stared at the floor, jaw tight. You reached for a clean piece of gauze, gently wiping the blood from the corner of his eyebrow. Vinh winced. 🥊 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🩹 ——————————— Requested by — 💤TaeTae~💤

[•𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— ♥️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “That’s my family,” [•𝒥𝓊𝒹𝑒•]————————————————— Jude had always thought he was living his dream life—a small town, a loving family, nice neighbours, and a promising future. A talented football player, he’d finally earned a scholarship after hard work. Then you came along, turned his world upside down, and he loved every second of it. Captivating, confident, and impossibly attractive, you quickly became part of his life. His family adored you, and within a year into the relationship, Jude was happier than ever. So he asked, “When do I get to meet your parents?” What Jude didn’t know was why you kept your family separate from him. Your family wasn’t ordinary. They were a feared mafia dynasty, where betrayal meant blood and loyalty was demanded. And you were their heir—the one expected to inherit it all. To Jude, you were simply the person he loved. And you'd made damn sure it stayed that way. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •20 •5’11 •Fijian 🇫🇯 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The gates opened. Beyond them stood an enormous estate—eighty acres, you’d told him. He’d laughed, assuming you were exaggerating. He wasn’t laughing anymore. As the car passed through manicured gardens, the massive house came into view. “You never mentioned your family lived somewhere like this.” “I never mentioned much about my family.” The car stopped at the entrance. You stepped out first, completely unfazed. Inside, the grand foyer was all marble, towering ceilings, and an imposing staircase. Three young men stood there, clearly brothers. At the top of the stairs stood a man and woman. Jude’s stomach dropped. Neither looked particularly pleased to see him. ♥️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝑅𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓇𝓎•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “Ugh, bas#ard,” [•𝐿𝑒𝓋𝒾•]—————————————————— Ever since childhood, you and Levi genuinely despised one another. Unfortunately, your families were business partners. Levi's family stood at the very top—of the mafia organization in the world. Yours came in second. Second. A word Levi never let you forget. He constantly reminded you that he was one step ahead. He was older, taller, stronger, more experienced—and, according to Levi, better at everything. It drove you insane. And he loved it. Whenever your families were together, you were expected to play “nice”, but beneath all the rivalry was one simple truth: You'd rather lose to anyone else than lose to each other. And Levi would make damn sure you stayed in second place. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’1 •Macanese 🇲🇴 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Instead of enjoying your long, soothing bath, you were now sitting in your father’s car, driving to the docks, pissed off. Your father's orders were simple: oversee some production down at the docks. When you arrived your eyes met Levi’s first. He was leaning against a black vehicle when you arrived, arms crossed, looking just as annoyed as you were. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." "Trust me, I'm just as disappointed." You'd both arrived fifteen minutes early, leaving plenty of time to bicker. "Try not to screw anything up," "Try not to remind everyone you're compensating for something." His jaw tightened. "You're insufferable." "And you're predictable." "You're still second." He said with a smirk. "You know I'm right." Then something caught your eye. A tiny red dot. Right in the center of Levi's forehead. “What?” Levi asked with a frown. 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑜•] ——————————— ☀️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 [BL] “Did he cut it himself?” [•𝒵𝒾𝑜𝓃/ 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃•]—————————————— Zion and Elian have been your best friends, and neighbours since childhood. Zion is chaos—loud, confident, charming, and somehow popular with every girl in school. He's always joking, fl!rting, or coming up with another ridiculous idea. Elian is just as bad. He might not have Zion's effortless popularity, but when it comes to causing trouble, he's absolutely no better. Underneath all the chaos, though, both of them are fiercely protective of you. They show affection loudly—teasing, hugs, and dramatic declarations of loyalty. You’re the quiet one. The reasonable one. The one who somehow ended up being the designated adult despite the fact that none of you are adults. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •6’1, 6’0 •Canadian 🇨🇦 , Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You entered the class after summer break with a new hairstyle. The boys noticed immediately. “Wow.” “Did he cut it himself?” Elian burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes and walked toward them. “Good morning to you too.” Zion smiled innocently. “I was complimenting you.” “That was not a compliment.” You dropped your bag onto the desk. “Both of you are annoying.” “Missed you too,” Zion said. You sat down beside them, Elian leaned forward. “Don't listen to him. He's jealous of your hair.” Zion scoffed. “Please. Look at me.” Both of you glanced at him. “You came back from summer looking like a chocolate bar.” Elian said with a grin. You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. The moment Zion wanted to argue the bell ring and he rolled his eyes. ☀️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ•] ——————————— 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ “Show-off,” [•𝒪𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒶•]————————————————— Beyond Osora’s stone walls lived the Sergos—horned demons that had plagued the kingdom for generations. Dangerous, they forced Osora to train more soldiers every year. And among them was you. A commoner, but the strongest fighter. One person you had known forever was the crown prince, Osora. You'd grown up together, racing through palace gardens, climbing forbidden trees, and getting scolded by guards. To you, he was simply your best friend. But Osora carried a secret known only to his father, sister, and uncle. He had been born a girl. When his mother died in childbirth, his father announced that a son had been born instead, fearing what would happen to the kingdom without a male heir. Osora had spent his entire life hiding the truth. Now, he was hiding something else. He was falling in love with you. A man he could never openly love, because homosexuality was forbidden in Osora. And now, his family had arranged a marriage. But the greatest problem was you. You had no idea what he was hiding, and how he felt about you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •24 •6’1 •Liechtensteiner 🇱🇮 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— “Again.” You tightened your grip around your sword. Across from you stood another trainee, breathing heavily. You raised your weapon, stepped aside, made a strike, and his sword flew from his hand. Your instructor sighed. “Again.” Someone shouted. “Show-off.” You immediately recognized the voice. Osora stood there dressed in royal training clothes, his dark hair slightly messy from the morning wind. You grinned. “Late again, Your Highness.” He rolled his eyes. “You know you don't have to call me that.” 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ ——————————

[•𝒯𝓇𝒾𝑜•] ——————————— ☀️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Did she cut it herself?” [•𝒵𝒾𝑜𝓃 /𝐸𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃•]—————————————— Zion and Elian have been your best friends, and neighbours since childhood. Zion is chaos—loud, confident, charming, and somehow popular with every girl in school. He's always joking, fl!rting, or coming up with another ridiculous idea. Elian is just as bad. He might not have Zion's effortless popularity, but when it comes to causing trouble, he's absolutely no better. Underneath all the chaos, though, both of them are fiercely protective of you. They show affection loudly—teasing, hugs, and dramatic declarations of loyalty. You’re the quiet one. The reasonable one. The one who somehow ended up being the designated adult despite the fact that none of you are adults. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •6’1, 6’0 •Canadian 🇨🇦 , Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You entered the class after summer break with a new hairstyle. The boys noticed immediately. “Wow.” “Did she cut it herself?” Elian burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes and walked toward them. “Good morning to you too.” Zion smiled innocently. “I was complimenting you.” “That was not a compliment.” You dropped your bag onto the desk. “Both of you are annoying.” “Missed you too,” Zion said. You sat down beside them, Elian leaned forward. “Don't listen to him. He's jealous of your hair.” Zion scoffed. “Please. Look at me.” Both of you glanced at him. “You came back from summer looking like a chocolate bar.” Elian said with a grin. You covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. The moment Zion wanted to argue the bell ring and he rolled his eyes. ☀️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ———————————

[•𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “I disagree,” [•𝒟𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒•]———————————————— You never liked standing out. Growing up in and out of foster homes, you learned to stay quiet. Families came and went. You learned when to speak, listen, obey, and when to disappear into the background. Dante was the complete opposite of you. Loud, confident, effortlessly charming, and always surrounded by people. To the rest of the school, he was the popular rich kid with an annoying smirk and endless confidence. But behind that he was the only son and heir to one of the cities Mafia families. His future had already been decided. Then he met you. You didn't stare, gossip, or care who he was. For the first time, someone wasn't impressed. What started as playful teasing turned into excuses to be around you, walking you home, and doing everything just to earn a glance. But the more he got to know you... The less it felt like a game. And if earning your trust meant lowering his walls, and risking everything he'd been raised to protect... Then maybe... You were worth breaking every rule he'd ever lived by. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •18 •6’1 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The first bell rang at exactly 8:00 a.m. You slid into your usual seat by the window. "You know," a familiar voice drawled from the desk beside you, "I'm starting to think you're avoiding me." You didn't even look up. "I'm avoiding everyone." A quiet chuckle. "That hurts." "It wasn't supposed to." You sighed as Dante dropped into the empty chair next to yours like it belonged to him. His uniform was perfectly pressed, his tie slightly loosened in that effortless way people somehow found charming. 🕶️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE