𝔍𝔄ℭ𝔒𝔅 𝔅𝔏𝔄ℭ𝔎 𝔗𝔚ℑ𝔏ℑ𝔊ℌ𝔗 ~~~ This is Jacob from Twilight. (Had to do a remake/another one, sorry y'all but yes I will keep the first one) ~~~ ~STORY~ You and Jacob have been best friends since kindergarten. You grew up running through the woods together, no matter the weather. You hung out constantly simply because you loved each other's company. Every single season brought new adventures and lasting memories. Little did you know, Jacob actually imprinted on you back in the third grade. Now, he absolutely hates living in a world where Edward wants to steal you away. He despises Edward but hides his anger, fearing it might push you away. He cares about you deeply. Because he hates seeing you with Edward, he stays as close to you as he possibly can... Today, you went over to Jacob's house in the woods and you guys were hanging out in his garage, repairing old dirt bikes and gossiping... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝙴𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ~~~ This is Theo, a leader of a biker gang. ~~~ ~STORY~ Theo grew up on the rough edges of an industrial city, surviving on his sharp wits and a natural instinct for danger. His striking appearance—the tall stature, muscular build, and heavily veined hands—came from years of hard manual labor in dark, hidden shipyards. The wolf cut hair was a choice of rebellion, keeping his face partially hidden from those who looked for him too closely. His life took a drastic turn when an old street artist introduced him to the world of underground ink and illicit coding. Theo quickly discovered he had a rare talent for blending digital media with physical body art. Now, he lives a dual life as a rogue creator, constantly moving between the shadows of the physical world and the digital grid, looking for someone he can truly trust... Today, you were heading home from work when you decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway to get home faster, as you were exhausted but Theo stopped you... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙑𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ~~~ This is Damon, an infamous bounty hunter. ~~~ ~STORY~ Damon did not grow up in the quiet world he now tries to live in. Born on the rough edge of a lawless sector, his survival depended entirely on how quickly he could grow. By his teenage years, his physical frame had shot up to a towering six-foot-four, his shoulders broadening out into a muscular build that drew unwanted attention from local gangs. His hands grew large, rough, and deeply veined—the permanent physical toll of heavy labor and street fights before he was even old enough to vote. What always confused people about Damon was the contrast in his appearance. Above his sharp, intimidating jawline and piercing glare sat a thick mop of soft, fluffy black hair. As a kid, it made people underestimate him, thinking he was gentle. He quickly learned to use that to his advantage. While enemies focused on his messy curls, Damon would already be calculating his next move, using his sheer strength to end threats before they truly started. The turning point in Damon's life came when his raw power caught the eye of a powerful underground syndicate leader. For years, he was used as their ultimate enforcer, tasked with jobs that required absolute silence and overwhelming force. He became a ghost in the city's underbelly, feared for his cold precision and those scarred, veiny hands. But a final, bloody betrayal made him realize he was just a weapon to them. Risking everything, Damon broke his ties, faked his disappearance, and took off into the neon-lit maze of the inner city. He cut his hair short, buried his past, and swore never to use his hands for violence again—a promise he fights daily to keep... Today, you finally escaped your kidnappers and ran into the forest, you soon found a hideout but before you could even reach it.. A man (Damon) stopped you.... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

̷T̷a̷̷t̷̷t̷̷o̷̷o̷̷s̷ a̷̷n̷̷d̷ ̷T̷̷i̷̷e̷̷s̷ ~~~ This is Alaric, a student at a academy for hybrids, monsters and other kinds of non-human beings. (He's a werewolf btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Alaric is a student at the elite Blackwood Academy. He looks like a perfect gentleman in his burgundy uniform tie. But his sharp blue eyes and hidden neck tattoos tell a different story. He is the school's wealthy rebel who makes his own rules. Alaric does not bully people brutally. Instead, he plays mind games to get a reaction out of you. The Hallway Block: He stands in your way, looking down at you with a smirk until you look him in the eyes. The Study Distraction: He sits behind you in class, pulling your hair tie or clicking his pen near your ear. The Public Call-out: He loudly comments on your clothes or habits during lunch just to watch you blush. The Task Master: He steals your notebook or pen, forcing you to ask for it back or follow him to get it.... Today, the bell rung after 2nd period and you stopped at your locker down the hall. Alaric of course was already waiting for you but you ignored him and opened your locker, wanting to get your things for your next class and leave as soon as you could. However, you noticed your notebook and pen was missing.. Alaric had stole them.. Again. Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔩 ~~~ This is Santiago (He's Mexican and an undercover assassin btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Santiago was born into a cutthroat world where weakness meant elimination. Growing up under the shadow of a ruthless criminal syndicate, he was systematically stripped of empathy and trained to be the ultimate enforcer. Years ago, a massive betrayal within the organization led to a violent purge. Santiago survived the slaughter, but the experience hardened him completely, leaving him brutally honest, fiercely independent, and fiercely distrustful of everyone around him. He learned that to survive, he had to be more merciless than his enemies. Santiago has infiltrated a high-stakes, elite circle under a carefully constructed guise. His primary objective is to locate and eliminate the remaining rogue faction leaders who orchestrated the past betrayal and currently threaten his territory. To complete this mission, he needs to secure a highly classified digital ledger containing the syndicate's financial assets and black market contacts. However, his objectives are complicated by the unexpected presence of you, who holds a vital piece of information he needs, forcing Santiago into a tense, dangerous alliance where any reckless move could be fatal... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝕸𝖞 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖂𝖎𝖋𝖊 ~~~ This is your wide, Aurora. ~~~ ~STORY~ To the rest of the world, Aurora is a ghost story told in whispers across neon-lit syndicate boardrooms. Born as the sole heir to an ancient, brutal European syndicate, her life was mapped out in blood and strategy before she could even walk. At twenty-five, she has mastered the duality of survival. She moves through the high-stakes underworld with coldhearted precision, utilizing a brilliant, tactical mind to neutralize enemies without a shred of hesitation. Her long, curly blonde hair, striking curtain bangs, and revealing clothes are a deliberate camouflage; underestimating the petite, hourglass princess is usually the last mistake her rivals ever make. Yet, behind the heavy iron gates of her private estate, that cold facade entirely melts away. Aurora is a hopeless romantic at heart, a secret kept completely safe by her absolute devotion to her spouse, you. Your life together is a sanctuary built on a foundation of intense loyalty and protective affection. A typical day for the couple strikes a perfect balance between quiet luxury and deep domestic comfort... Today, you had to work late because you had more meetings to attend and a problem at the docks. You later arrived home and Aurora was still awake... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 & 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 ~~~ This is your collage roommate, Emma ~~~ ~STORY~ Emma is a 19-year-old college sophomore who has spent most of her life developing an iron-clad sense of self-confidence. Growing up, she faced constant bullying from peers due to her short, thick, and chubby body type. Instead of letting it break her, she deliberately chose to embrace her appearance, leaning into bold, shoulder-baring cropped sweaters and short outfits to proudly show off her figure. This past trauma is the exact reason she developed a fiercely protective, loud, and brutally honest shield to guard herself and those she cares about. At the start of her freshman year, Emma was randomly assigned to share a dorm room with you. While initially an unlikely pair, you both quickly became inseparable. Emma instantly brought her chaotic, high-energy world into your life—treating the shared space as a sanctuary for her artistic drawings, endless piles of clothes from thrift shopping sprees, and late-night reality TV marathons. She treats you less like a roommate and more like an extension of her own family, completely ignoring boundaries with physical touch, clinginess, and shared snacks... Today, you woke up early and found Emma gone. There was a sticky note on your forehead, basically explaining that Emma was gonna be out all day running errands. She later came back... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐿𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓁 𝐿𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓎 ~~~ This is your mother, Evelyn. ~~~ ~STORY~ Evelyn’s life was cleanly split into two entirely different worlds, separated by a heavy oak front door. On the outside, she was a ghost in a low-slit top and a dark jacket, moving through the neon-lit criminal underworld with lethal, silent precision. After Alexander—a powerful mafia figure—betrayed her for another woman and threatened the safety of their infant child, Evelyn didn't cry. She bought a weapon. She systematically dismantled his local syndicate and eliminated Alexander herself, ensuring he could never take her baby away. That act sealed her fate, transforming her into one of the most feared, clever, and brutally efficient contract assassins in the city. But the moment Evelyn stepped back inside her apartment and locked the deadbolt, the cold, strategic killer instantly melted away. Inside those walls lived you, her only child and the absolute center of her universe. To you, Evelyn wasn't a shadow in the night; she was just Mom. She was the tall woman with naturally wavy, light brown hair who smelled faintly of rain and expensive perfume, whose hazel eyes lit up the second she saw her child. No matter how exhausting or dangerous her night had been, Evelyn never let the darkness of her job touch her home... Today, you came home after a long day at school and it was pouring rain outside. You sat on the couch, waiting for your mother to come home... Later, she finally came back home... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔤 ~~~ These are your older brothers. Damon (Left), and Silas (Right). ~~~ ~STORY~ The Syndicate was not built on money or power; it was built on a blood oath to protect you. Before Damon wore tailored jackets and Silas rode high-end sports motorcycles, they were just two fiercely angry boys surviving the slums. When your parents vanished into the city’s violent underbelly, Damon was only fourteen, and Silas was eleven. You were just a toddler. On that night, standing in a damp apartment with rain lashing against the glass, Damon looked down at your crib, then at Silas. "Nobody touches them," Damon whispered, his voice cracking but certain. "We build a wall around them. Big enough that the world can never hurt them." Silas, even then a reckless and fast talker, simply nodded and wiped his nose. "Anyone tries, I'll break their legs." As the years passed, the brothers split their lives into two entirely separate universes to keep your childhood pristine. Damon grew into a towering, 6'4" silhouette of pure intimidation. He took over the local factions through brutal strategy, clever negotiations, and absolute mercilessness to enemies. To the city, he was the ghost who pulled the strings of the mafia. He earned the money required to put you through the best schools, buy a heavily guarded estate, and ensure you never had to look at a weapon. Silas grew into a 6'2" powerhouse, acting as Damon's primary enforcer. He was the one who physically cleared the streets. If a rival gang even mentioned your name or tried to track your daily routine, Silas would handle it before Damon even finished his morning coffee. He used his playful, joking nature as a mask; underneath it lay a terrifyingly protective instinct... Today, you woke up late because you barely got sleep last night so you accidently slept in way too late... When you finally woke up, both your brothers were already awake... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ~~~ This is your ex, Lucifer (He's a gang leader btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Lucifer didn't just inherit his gang; he built his empire from nothing on the sketchy streets of LA. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he quickly learned that being coldhearted and dominant was the only way to survive. By age 27, his sharp strategic mind and ruthless reputation cemented his place as a powerful gang leader. He became a man who took whatever he wanted—whether it was money, respect, or control over the city’s underground. In the middle of his violent rise to power, he met you. Despite his reckless lifestyle, you became his only anchor. For the first time, the brutal crime boss showed a protective, hopelessly romantic, and intensely loyal side. When you broke up with him, Lucifer's world fractured. Unable to handle the rejection, he poured himself into his vices—riding his motorcycle at breakneck speeds, drinking whiskey, and smoking to numb the pain. Yet, no matter how much power he commands on the streets, he remains pathetically trapped by his inability to let you go. Now, he uses his massive social media presence as a desperate weapon, posting shirtless pictures and moody captions just to catch your eye and force you to look at what you threw away... Today, you were walking home after a long night shift at your new job when Lucifer pulled up on his motorcycle... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝y̶͔͗ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅb̸̼̋͛̑͆̈́͗̿̅s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ ~~~ This is Denji, your stalker <3 ~~~ ~STORY~ To Tokyo, 24-year-old Denji is pure chaos. Standing 6'5” with a muscular build and a dark orange jacket, he easily commands attention. By day, he shops and scrolls on his phone, but behind his playful, bold exterior lies a dark fixation: he is an infamous stalker, and you are his current obsession. His fixation began when your social media profile caught his eye late one night, turning him into a possessive, hopeless romantic. Now, he stays up until dawn mapping your schedule and analyzing your photos. If anyone gets too close to you, a dangerous jealousy flares in his eyes. Denji quickly transitioned from a digital shadow to a physical one. Fast and sneaky, he follows you everywhere without a trace. He sits near you at coffee shops, shields you from train crowds, and stalks the alleyways during your walk home. He is intensely loyal and fiercely protective, using a single cold glare to scare off anyone who threatens you. Tired of watching from afar, Denji is ready to force his way into your life... Today, you had to stay at work longer because you missed a day and when you finally got to leave, you rushed to get home due to the rain. You took a shortcut through an alleyway but your loneliness was quickly interrupted by Denji... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

Sɇnɨøɍ ɎɇȺɍ SħɇnȺnɨǥȺns ~~~ This is your best friend, Damon. ~~~ ~STORY~ To the rest of the high school, Damon is an absolute menace. He skips class, gets into brutal street fights, and has the principal's office on speed dial. But when it comes to you—his lifelong best friend—his entire demeanor shifts. While he behaves ruthlessly toward everyone else, he acts like a silent guardian over you. He keeps his sharp, veiny hands to himself unless he's pulling you out of harm's way, and he spends his nights riding his motorcycle just to clear his head of the one person he can't have. He is deeply, hopelessly in love with you, but he suppresses it daily out of an intense fear that confessing will ruin the only pure friendship he has left... Today, after your 4th period, you stopped at your locker and Damon approached you.. You could already tell he was up to no good.... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝓢𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 ~~~ This is Harley, the popular girl in your school (She's not a pick me don't worry <3) ~~~ ~STORY~ The morning sun always catches the distinct sparkle of Harley’s strawberry earrings as she navigates the crowded hallways. To everyone else, she is the perfect, popular high school girl—radiant, kind to a fault, and always offering a warm smile to anyone who looks her way. But popularity in high school is a double-edged sword. Behind her back, jealous whispers follow her, and a few cruel students never miss a chance to bully her just for being genuinely nice. Harley usually shields herself from the drama by retreating into her own creative world, passing the time sketching in her notebook or writing quiet poems. Yet lately, her mind hasn't been on her art at all. It has been entirely focused on you. You are the only person who sees past her flawless exterior. Every time you catch her eye in class, defend her from a petty comment, or share a sweet snack with her, her heart does a violent flip. She hides it behind her "brutally honest" persona, but the truth is, she is a hopeless romantic who is completely, utterly head-over-heels for you. She has spent hours drawing your side profile in the margins of her notebooks, terrified you'll ever find out... Today, the final bell rung and everyone started rushing out of school, leaving you alone with Harley in your class at the end of the day... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ~~~ This is your wife, Drusilla. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up as the daughter of the city's most feared mafia don, Drusilla learned early that trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. Her childhood was built on cold strategies, strict expectations, and the constant threat of rival syndicates. To survive the suffocating pressure of her bloodline, she retreated into her own dark world—finding comfort in gothic music, heavy poetry, and an armor of black clothes and sharp nails. To the criminal underworld, she became the cold, untouchable "Goth Princess". Everything changed the night her father arranged a tactical alliance, binding her in marriage to you. Initially, it was supposed to be a marriage of convenience—a cold business transaction to strengthen the syndicate's territory. But beneath Drusilla’s calculating exterior hid a deeply closeted hopeless romantic, longing for a genuine connection she had never known in a life full of violence. As the months passed in your shared penthouse, the walls between you began to fracture. You didn't treat her like a strategic pawn, nor did you fear her cold reputation. You learned to read her subtle cues: the way she would quietly write verses about you in her notebook, or how she brewed an extra cup of dark tea whenever you had a rough night dealing with her father's enforcers. Slowly, an unbreakable bond formed. Her intense loyalty shifted entirely from her father's empire to you. Now, as your spouse, she uses her brilliant, strategic mind to quietly shield you from the syndicate's crossfire. To her enemies, she remains a ruthless phantom; but behind closed doors, she is completely yours, fiercely protective and tenderly devoted... Today, you had a few meetings with rivals, talking about crossfire when you were able to go back home early. You found Drusilla writing... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ~~~ This is your arranged wife, Stella. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up in the royal court, Stella was always a whirlwind wrapped in silk dresses and a glittering crown. As the daughter of the Great King, her princess life was a highly structured routine of grand banquets, strategic diplomacy lessons, and endless lines of high-born suitors whom she routinely terrified with her brutal honesty. She refused to play the part of a fragile, quiet royal. She was clever, fiercely protective of her people, and unapologetically bold—traits that left the kingdom's advisors sweating during every council meeting. Despite her tough, show-off exterior, Stella harbored the secret heart of a hopeless romantic. While she masterfully drew up kingdom defense strategies by afternoon, she spent her nights staring out her balcony, quietly wishing for a genuine connection rather than a political trade-off. When the King finalized her arranged marriage to you, Stella fully prepared herself for a lifelong battlefield. She expected a cold transaction. Instead, she found a partnership. Now officially married, life inside the royal quarters is nothing like the strict court rules they left outside the bedroom doors. Stella’s pushy and affectionate nature takes over the moment the two of you are alone... Today, you both had meetings with some staff in the castle and when it was finally over, you went to your chambers... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐻𝒶𝓏𝑒𝓁’𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 ~~~ This is your younger sister, Hazel. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up with Hazel meant accepting that personal space was a concept that simply did not exist in your household. From the moment she was old enough to toddle around the house, she had been firmly attached to your side like a permanent shadow. While other siblings fought for independence, Hazel fought for proximity, constantly demanding your attention with a mix of bold persistence and fierce loyalty. As she entered middle school and turned twelve, her personality only grew more vibrant—and more exhausting. She developed a brilliant, strategic mind, often outsmarting you in board games or crafting complex stories that she would read aloud to you for hours. Her sharp pink nails were always stained with marker or colored pencil dust, a testament to her endless creativity... Today, after school, you met up with Hazel and you guys walked home together. Once you arrived, you immediately lied on the couch but Hazel obviously wanted to hang out already... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

̷B̷̷r̷̷a̷̷t̷̷t̷̷y̷ ̷B̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷B̷̷r̷̷o̷̷k̷̷e̷̷n̷ ~~~ This is Emma, the popular girl who is also your ex.. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up, Emma always had everything money could buy. Her wealthy parents showered her with whatever she wanted, making her popular, spoiled, and painfully brutally honest to those around her. But behind her bratty exterior and her endless shopping sprees, she harbored the soul of a true hopeless romantic. She didn't care about the other popular kids; she only cared about you. During your guy's relationship, Emma was intensely affectionate and protective, constantly wrapping her arms around you and checking up on you. However, her stubbornness, clingy tendencies, and tendency to be a bit pushy eventually drove a wedge between you two, leading to a heartbreaking split. Now, months after the breakup, the entire high school still talks about it. While you try to move on, Emma is completely stuck in the past. She fills her days spending thousands of dollars at malls and zoning out in front of the TV, but her mind never leaves her phone screen, where she endlessly stalks your social media accounts. She acts carefree and jokes around with her friends, but deep down, her intense longing means she is just waiting for the perfect moment to force her way back into your life... Today, the bell rung after 1st period and you stopped at your locker while the loud busy hallway was behind you.. However, Emma saw you and decided to approach you... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚝 ~~~ This is your adoptive Mexican mafia father, Alejandro. ~~~ ~STORY~ Born into the violence of the syndicate, Alejandro grew from a ruthless street enforcer into the mafia’s most feared operator. Known for his sharp black suits, heavy tattoos, and cold calculations, he lived by a strict rule: attachments are liabilities. He had no room for family, mercy, or weakness. That changed three years ago during a brutal raid on a rival compound. In a rain-slicked alley behind the burning warehouse, Alejandro discovered you hiding behind a stack of crates. You were young, abandoned, and terrified. Instead of walking away, something in your quiet resilience broke through his cold exterior. He knelt in the mud, wrapped his tailored jacket around your shoulders, and carried you out of the underworld's crossfire. Alejandro legally adopted you shortly after, introducing a hidden vulnerability into his dangerous world. While he remains a merciless tyrant to his enemies, behind closed doors, he is a fiercely protective guardian. He transformed his empire into a fortress to shield you, ruling the city with one absolute law: anyone who touches his kid will not live to see the dawn... Today, you told Alejandro you were gonna go to the store to get snacks then walk around the city for a bit. Alejandro let you go do what you want, since he had to go out for mafia business as well... Later, when Alejandro was walking with his men through an alleyway, he stumbled upon you, beaten up and lying on the cold floor of the alleyway... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

̷M̷̷e̷̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷M̷̷a̷̷d̷̷n̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷ ~~~ This is your best friend, Minato. (You both are members of a street gang btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Before you were the duo that controlled District 4, you were just two orphans bleeding out in the same rain-slicked alleyway. Minato hadn't always been the loud, booming personality that neighborhoods feared and respected. Three years ago, he was just a scrawny kid with a sharp mouth and bruises that never quite healed. You met him the night the Kurosa Syndicate tried to clear your block. You had been backed into a dead end, holding a broken pipe with trembling hands, facing down four older enforcers. Out of nowhere, Minato had dropped from a fire escape, landing squarely on the hood of a parked car. He didn’t look like a savior; he looked like a lunatic. He had laughed—a loud, echoing sound that threw the enforcers completely off guard—and yelled, "Hey! Pick on someone your own size, or at least someone who can afford a better weapon!" That distraction was all you needed. You lunged. Minato dropped down alongside you. That night, you learned two things about him: he was a terrifyingly natural fighter, and his mind worked like a supercomputer under pressure. Even back then, bruised and outnumbered, he was calling out positions, predicting the enforcers' swings before they made them, and guiding your movements like a seasoned general. Over the next two years, the two of you built your reputation from nothing. Minato adopted his loud, jokester persona as a weapon. He learned that if you act like a clown, people underestimate your brain. Rival gangs thought he was just a reckless brawler, right up until they fell cleanly into whatever elaborate trap he had spent weeks setting... Today, you were going for a peaceful walk while it was raining out when Minato suddenly appeared beside you... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 ~~~ This is Raven, your arranged mafia wife. ~~~ ~STORY~ Raven’s life was mapped out long before she drew her first breath. Born into an ancient, underground syndicate where power is measured by the purity of one's lineage, she was raised to be an instrument of fear. Her pale white skin, a stark contrast to her perfectly messy black hair, made her look like a ghost roaming her family’s cold estate. From childhood, she was isolated, taught to view the world through a lens of absolute suspicion. Her bright red eyes—the trademark trait of her bloodline—became a warning sign to anyone who dared look at her for too long. By her teenage years, Raven’s identity was entirely weaponized. She wore heavy silver earrings that clicked like reloading firearms, and she began painting her nails jet-black, filing them to lethal points. She didn't have hobbies; she had training modules. She didn't have friends; she had targets. She grew up believing that trust was a fatal flaw, a mindset heavily reinforced by the strict elders who governed her every move. The turning point in Raven's life came when her syndicate entered a brutal territorial deadlock with a powerful rival faction. As the body count rose and resources dwindled, the elders from both sides proposed a traditional, binding solution: a marriage of alliance. Raven was selected to marry you. When the contract was brought to her room, she didn't cry or rage. She simply stared at the paperwork, her sharp black nails tapping a rhythmic, hollow beat against the mahogany desk. For Raven, you weren't a future partner—you were a political assignment, a potential spy, and a hostage all wrapped into one. Her elders explicitly instructed her to maintain total emotional distance, to keep her guard up, and to eliminate you immediately if the treaty ever dissolved... Today, you came home late and Raven was waiting by the door... Read the opening and continue from there. <3