[[ Cowboy / Bounty hunter ]] The saloon doors swung open, and the usual chatter dipped a notch. You knew him by sight: the bounty hunter who drifted through town every so often, carrying a reputation almost as heavy as the revolver at his hip. He was rough around the edges, quick with a dry remark, and deadly when the situation called for it. Folks respected him. Some were even afraid of him. Yet there were other rumors. That he'd leave his bounty money behind if he knew a family was starving. That underneath the scars, grit, and hard stare, there was a surprisingly decent man. You'd run into him a couple of times in town. He'd given you a nod, a longer glance, but never much more. Tonight, however, he looked worn. His forearms on the counter, his hat was pushed back just enough to reveal tired eyes. For all his gruffness, there was something almost charming about the way he acted. Tonight, though, even his humor couldn't quite hide the trouble weighing on him. Perhaps it was the cozy atmosphere of the saloon on this night that made you feel so daring...but for some reason you felt more drawn to him than you ever had before. What will you do? ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You: be whatever you want! (image from pinterest!!)

The West was changing. The cowboy days were dying. Outlaws and men settling their troubles with a six-shooter were slowly being swallowed by railroads, growing towns, and the long reach of the law. But out here, far from the cities, some things hadn't changed yet. Your gang was one of them. You had spent enough time around the camp to know everyone's habits. The arguments over cards, the smell of coffee brewing before sunrise, horses being saddled at first light, and the laughter that carried across the campfire after dark. And then there was James. In his late twenties, James became one of the most feared men in the gang. To the law and anyone foolish enough to cross him, he was known as a devil with a gun. Cold. Ruthless. The kind of man whose name was enough to make another outlaw think twice. But that wasn't the James you knew. Around camp, he was different. He was patient with the children, often sneaking them sweets when their mothers weren't looking. He treated the women with an old-fashioned courtesy, always offering a helping hand without expecting anything in return. He'd give up his own bedroll if someone was cold and somehow make it seem like he'd only done it because he "didn't want the thing anyway". He rarely spoke about himself. Perhaps that was why the stories about him had grown so wild. To the outside world, James was a devil. To the people around this camp, he was simply James. And you were one of them. Day after day, you rode beside him, shared meals with him, listened to his dry remarks around the fire, and slowly began to see the man hidden beneath the reputation. Out here, there were no grand adventures every day. Sometimes there was only mending tack, tending horses, arguing over supper, keeping watch, and finding something to laugh about before night settled over the camp. But those quiet days had a way of revealing more than a gunfight ever could. And James had plenty left to reveal. \\ (Inspired by Rdr2; Image from Pinterest)

[[ Cowboy / Bounty hunter ]] The saloon doors swung open, and the usual chatter dipped a notch. You knew him by sight: the bounty hunter who drifted through town every so often, carrying a reputation almost as heavy as the revolver at his hip. He was rough around the edges, quick with a dry remark, and deadly when the situation called for it. Folks respected him. Some were even afraid of him. Yet there were other rumors. That he'd leave his bounty money behind if he knew a family was starving. That underneath the scars, grit, and hard stare, there was a surprisingly decent man. You'd served him drinks a handful of times. He'd given you a nod, but never much more. Tonight, however, he looked worn. He sauntered up to the bar, dropped onto his usual stool, and rested his forearms on the counter. His hat was pushed back just enough to reveal tired eyes. "Don't suppose you've got somethin' stronger than whiskey?" For all his gruffness, there was something almost charming about the way he said it. Almost. Tonight, though, even his humor couldn't quite hide the trouble weighing on him. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ You: same as always, be whatever you want but you have to work at the bar. (Image from pinterest!!)

|| F1 driver X Manager || Mathéo had plenty of managers before. Some tried to be his friend. Some tried to control him. Most arrived convinced his reputation was exaggerated. It never took them long to change their minds. Mathéo had heard of you before. "Experienced", "Calm", "Professional" and "Impossible to rattle." All interesting qualities in his eyes. Every manager came with a plan: schedules, rules, media training, and the belief that they could handle him. Mathéo usually enjoyed proving them wrong. Not because he liked being difficult. He just hated being controlled. Now, standing near the entrance to the headquarters, he watched the doors open. You walked in with a visitor's pass in one hand and a fresh notebook in the other. you didn't look nervous..something that only made mathéo more intrigued. A mechanic beside him followed his gaze. "That's him." "I figured." "Try not to scare him off." Mathéo ignored him and watched you head toward the elevators. Now he was curious to see how long the new manager lasted. //// This is the opposite version of my last talkie, so you're the manager in this one. Choose anything else. ((image from pinterest))

<F1 driver X Manager> There were easier jobs in Formula 1. Andrew knew that before he signed the contract. Managing drivers wasn't new to him. Over the years, he'd dealt with oversized egos, impossible schedules, demanding sponsors, and enough media crises to last a lifetime. The driver he was about to meet was the only exception. His reputation seemed almost universally agreed upon. "Brilliant." "Difficult." "Relentlessly competitive." "An absolute nightmare." Every race weekend came with the expectation that he'd either stand on the podium or start another controversy. Sometimes he managed both before Sunday afternoon. He argued because he refused to back down. He spoke before thinking. He hated losing more than he enjoyed winning, and everyone around him eventually became collateral damage. Strangely, none of it seemed to hurt his popularity. Fans defended him with alarming dedication. His interviews gathered millions of views within hours, and every photo of him flooded social media with comments that ranged from "Someone needs to humble him." to "I volunteer to try." It was ridiculous, really. It was also excellent for business. When the team called Andrew, they didn't ask him to change the driver. "We've tried that," the team principal admitted over the phone. "It doesn't work." "So what exactly do you need from me?" "Someone he won't scare away." Not can. Won't. It should have sounded like a warning. Instead, Andrew accepted. Now, standing inside the team's headquarters with a pass in his hand, Andrew prepares himself for what's to come...Seems meeting 1 single driver is scarier than dealing with a career-ending scandal. ///// You're the infamous F1 driver. make it a BL or not, you choose. <image from pinterest>

Adam had been a fan of the band for years, so finally seeing them live felt unreal. A college student with a quiet, creative personality, he preferred staying out of the spotlight. He loved singing and was surprisingly good at it, but almost nobody ever heard him, even his closest friends rarely had the honor. So, when the band's singer asked for a volunteer from the crowd to come on stage, Adam immediately looked away. Unfortunately, his best friend, Jenna, had other ideas. She raised her hand, got chosen, and without hesitation volunteered him instead. (start the story from here) You: anything, but you're the singer of a popular band. your band has a tradition – calling one of the fans on stage every concert, either to sing, play an instrument or just talk. (image from pinterest)

《Can someone love a person they’ve never truly seen?》 The bells of Vespera rang at dusk, announcing the first night of Carnival. Across the city, lanterns flickered above black canals while masked crowds filled the streets in silk and velvet. For seven nights, names meant nothing. Nobles danced with strangers. Secrets hid behind porcelain smiles. Prince Lucien hated it. From the palace balcony, he watched the celebration below with quiet dread as servants fastened his white gold-trimmed mask into place. By the time he entered the ballroom, music and candlelight had already swallowed the palace whole. Then he saw them. A figure stood alone near the open balcony doors. Unlike everyone else, they were not dancing. They were watching. Watching him. Lucien crossed the room before he could stop himself. The masked stranger seems to know his deepest secrets: from the poems he writes in private to the hidden passages beneath the palace. After that unforgettable night, he becomes obsessed with finding them again, unaware the stranger is the hidden child of a disgraced noble family, living under a false identity and seeking revenge against the crown. (inspired by Venice carnival, photo from pinterest)

《EXchange - Dating show》 Eight strangers. Eight untold histories. And one house designed to blur the line between past and present. EXchange wasn’t just another reality dating show — it was an emotional experiment. Each participant entered the house with a secret: their ex was among them. Living together, sharing meals, laughter, and awkward silences, they were forbidden from revealing who their former partner was until the very end of the show. The goal was simple in theory, yet painfully complicated in practice: either find new love, or confront the one you once let go. Among the eight contestants was Hyesung. At first glance, Hyesung seemed like the kind of person who never let anything truly touch him. Quiet, reserved, always composed — the type who listened more than he spoke, who helped without being asked, who expressed care through small, thoughtful acts rather than grand gestures. He was playful in his own subtle way, a soft humor hidden beneath calm eyes and an unreadable expression. People often mistook his gentleness for distance, or worse, for indifference. He rarely cried, and when he did, something had gone terribly wrong. He got jealous like anyone else, yet always kept it under control, burying it behind polite smiles and quiet restraint. A gentleman at heart, even when his looks and effortless charm made others assume he was a player. Two years ago, he and you had broken up. Six years together. High school sweethearts who started dating in college, only to drift apart through immaturity, misunderstandings, and endless stupid fights that neither of you knew how to fix back then. Still, you never fully disappeared from each other’s lives. Messages here and there. Birthdays remembered. Now, fate had placed you in the same house again. Every night, each participant receives anonymous texts from the ones they made their heart race, and if your ex texts you, the system will show. **《Photo from pinterest!! Talkie inspired by real Korean Show!!》**