[•𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° ⛓️ “Are you done?,” [•𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓃•]——————————————— In the city, people knew Damien’s name. Police knew it. Judges knew it. Prison guards knew it especially well. Damien had been arrested multiple times, and somehow, he came back worse. By the time his physical and psychological health deteriorated beyond what the prison could handle, he was transferred to a psychiatric hospital. Damien called it Death. Four white walls. One reinforced door. And, worst of all— A therapist. You talked, he stared at the ceiling. You asked questions, he insulted you. You tried to understand him, he made it clear that he didn't want to be understood. And yet, somehow, you began noticing things no one else did. You told yourself it was progress. You told yourself that was all it was. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •33 •6’2 •Russian 🇷🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Damien sat across from you, one ankle resting over his knee, staring at you with that annoyed expression. He’s been pissed the whole lesson. You stayed professional because you had a mission. "Are you finally done?" "No." He groaned. "I’m not in the mood for your bullshit again." You sighed and stood up. "Fine, we're done for today." You crossed the room and reached for the medication tray. Now or never. Damien's eyes immediately followed your hand. “What’s that?” “Something to help you sleep.” 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° ⛓️ ———————————

[•𝑅𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🛞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ “You okay?” [•𝐸𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Racing had been part of your life since you were young. So had Ethan. Your best friend for almost as long as you could remember, he'd grown up racing beside you. Somewhere along the way, the two of you had gone from competing against each other to becoming an almost inseparable team. Then the agency recruited you. It turned out your talent for racing was useful for more than trophies and bragging rights. Now, racing was your cover, your favorite way to spend your free time. But underneath the expensive cars, and carefully maintained public identities, you had a very different job. You worked for a covert intelligence organization, handling surveillance, infiltration, extractions, and whatever else required agents who could think fast, keep their nerve, and drive faster. And there was no one you trusted more to have your back than Ethan. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •24 •6’1 •Australian 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You had made it out of the party. The information you'd stolen was safely tucked away, hidden beneath the seat beside you. The plan had been simple: get in, get the files, get out before anyone noticed. Apparently, security had other plans. You caught the black SUVs in the rearview mirror. “They saw us,” you muttered from the passenger seat. He didn't answer. He simply pressed the accelerator. The engine roared as he shot through the city streets, headlights and neon signs blurring past the windows. Two SUVs followed close behind. Then a third appeared at the next intersection. You glanced back before looking at him. “Three.” He tightened your grip on the wheel. “Got it.” 🛞 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ———————————

[•𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⌚️ [V.II] “Both apparently,” [•𝑅𝓎𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Meet Mr. Ryan Hayes—young, sharp, and almost annoyingly put-together. He went straight to university after finishing school, studied mathematics, and eventually decided that teaching was where he wanted to be. At school, Mr. Hayes is focused, professional, and always impeccably dressed. He’s young, handsome, and unfortunately, that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the students. But outside the classroom, he’s different. More reserved, easygoing, and surprisingly funny. He’s also a complete gym rat, spending a ridiculous amount of his free time working out. You’re the quiet/shy student—the one who’s always in the back, alone, and always out of dramas. Teachers like you because you’re “well raised” or maybe because they don’t really notice you. Just like no one does. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’1 •Icelander 🇮🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The first lesson after summer break. Math. The door suddenly opened. Everyone expected to see the same old, grumpy “grandpa” of a math teacher from last year. Instead, a young man walked in. He was well dressed, calm, and—annoyingly—way too handsome to be a math teacher. He looked around the classroom with an almost amused expression. “Good morning.” A boy immediately leaned toward his friend and whispered, loud enough for half the class to hear, “Well, at least we know the school finally spent some money on teachers.” The class burst out laughing, expect you. You stayed quiet in the back of the class, pencil between your fingers. 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⌚️ ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 🕶️ ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 🌑 [V.II] “Fancy meeting you,” [•𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒶•]————————————————— Luca is the ruthless heir to the Moretti crime family. Cold, calculating, and impossible to intimidate, he built a reputation for always getting what he wants. You're the leader—or heir—of an other family, a syndicate just as powerful and just as dangerous. Unlike Luca, you're unpredictable. People never know whether you'll solve a problem with a smile, a negotiation... or a bullet. For years, your families have stood side by side, bound by a friendship built on trust and loyalty. Beneath your unbreakable bond lies something even stronger: genuine respect. You’re the one person who truly understands the other. No matter what happens, you know you’ll always have each other’s backs. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •29 •6‘1 •Russian 🇷🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Rain poured over the city. You stepped out of your car, the heels of your boots clicking against the wet pavement as your bodyguards fell in behind you. "The shipment's inside," one of them muttered. "The seller's nervous." "They should be." You adjusted the cuffs of your coat and walked into the abandoned warehouse. Dozens of armed men stood guard around stacks of wooden crates. The broker smiled nervously. "Right on time." "I don't like wasting it," you replied. He was just about to unlock one of the crates when the warehouse doors burst open. Every gun in the room snapped toward the entrance. A tall figure walked in, dressed in a tailored black suit, rain dripping from his dark hair. Luca. You smirked slightly. Luca glanced around the warehouse before his eyes landed on you. 🕶️ ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 🌑 ———————————

[•𝐹𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💥 “Duck,” [•𝑀𝒾𝓀𝑒•]—————————————————— Mike is your frenemy. You and Mike have exactly the same character—cocky, loud, sarcastic, funny, and just the right amount of crazy. You insult each other so casually that everyone around you has stopped trying to figure out whether you're friends or actually hate each other. Mike is obsessed with sports. You, on the other hand, love singing. You can shove his shoulder, he can throw an arm around you, you steal his hoodie. Neither of you thinks twice about being physically close. And somehow, without either of you admitting it, you always slow down when the other falls behind. Because you know each other better than almost anyone. You're completely comfortable around each other—because you don't like each other. Exactly. Obviously. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’0 •Canadian 🇨🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After three hours on the bus, you finally arrived at summer camp—a bunch of tiny, old cabins hidden deep in the forest. The teachers assigned the cabins. Then came the worst news. “You and Mike are sharing.” You both stared at each other. “No.” “Absolutely not.” “Too late,” the teacher said, walking away. After unpacking, dinner, and several arguments, you were finally back in the cabin. A pillow flew straight into your face. You slowly looked at Mike. “Idiot.” He grinned. “Duck.” “Run.” The pillow fight was on. 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💥 ———————————

[•𝒯𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⌚️ “Both apparently,” [•𝑅𝓎𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Meet Mr. Ryan Hayes—young, sharp, and almost annoyingly put-together. He went straight to university after finishing school, studied mathematics, and eventually decided that teaching was where he wanted to be. At school, Mr. Hayes is focused, professional, and always impeccably dressed. He’s young, handsome, and unfortunately, that hasn’t gone unnoticed by the students. But outside the classroom, he’s different. More reserved, easygoing, and surprisingly funny. He’s also a complete gym rat, spending a ridiculous amount of his free time working out. You’re the class clown—the one who can make an entire classroom laugh. You’re popular, good-looking, effortlessly funny, and known for your artistic talent. Even some teachers struggle to keep a straight face around you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’1 •Icelander 🇮🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The first lesson after summer break. Math. You slumped back in your chair, already regretting coming to school. The door suddenly opened. Everyone expected to see the same old, grumpy “grandpa” of a math teacher from last year. Instead, a young man walked in. He was well dressed, calm, and—annoyingly—way too handsome to be a math teacher. He looked around the classroom with an almost amused expression. “Good morning.” You immediately leaned toward your friend and whispered, loud enough for half the class to hear, “Well, at least we know the school finally spent some money on teachers.” The class burst out laughing. You expected the usual reaction: a warning, a stern look, maybe your name written on the board. 🎓 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⌚️ ———————————

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 “One whisky,“ [•𝑅𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑜•]————————————————— Rocco Moretti was a name people in the city knew better than they wished to. At thirty-two, he was the head of one of the most feared criminal organizations in the city—a ruthless man with a reputation for making problems disappear and enemies regret ever crossing him. He was cold, calculating, and almost impossible to intimidate. Behind his perfectly tailored suits and unreadable expression was a man who demanded absolute loyalty and gave very little in return. Rocco owned half a dozen of the city's most exclusive bars and nightclubs, though everyone knew they were more than places to drink and dance. You were a young adult trying to make ends meet while figuring out what you wanted to do with your life. During the day, you had your own responsibilities, and several nights a week, you worked part-time as a bartender at one of Rocco‘s clubs. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •32 •6’2 •Moroccan 🇲🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The VIP lounge was dimmer than the main floor, wrapped in low amber lighting and the quiet murmur of expensive conversations. Rocco sat in the back booth, a glass of whisky untouched in front of him. His attention settled on you. „What a beauty.“ You were behind the bar, moving between bottles and glasses with practiced ease, completely unaware of the pair of dark eyes following you. Rocco watched for another moment before standing. You noticed him approaching and immediately straightened. "Mr. Moretti." "Rocco," he corrected. You raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure everyone calls you Mr. Moretti." "Everyone isn't you, beautiful." 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 ———————————

[•𝒪𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒶•] ——————————— 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ “Besides, Your Highness…” [•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. 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. After the years, you confessed to each other, because your feelings for Arias grew stronger — a man you could never openly love, because homosexuality was forbidden in Osora. So there was only one way: A secret relationship. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]—————— •24 •6’3 •Liechtensteiner 🇱🇮 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your looks! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It was well past midnight when Arias finally managed to sneak into your room. You immediately looked up from your bed. “You’re late.” Arias leaned against the door, completely unbothered. “Miss me?” “I was considering locking you out.” “And yet…” He flashed you that annoyingly charming smile. “You left the window unlocked.” You narrowed your eyes. “Maybe I was hoping you'd fall.” He chuckled and crossed the room toward you. “Liar.” “You're awfully confident for someone who just climbed three floors to break into the crown prince's bedroom.” 🦢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚔️ ———————————

[•𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓃•] ——————————— 🎪 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎩 “We‘re in fire?“ [•𝐿𝑒𝑜•]—————————————————— The circus was never a quiet place. And somehow, in the middle of all that chaos, you had found yourself a partner. Leo was a clown—just like you. He was foreign, having joined the traveling circus because he thought the whole business sounded like fun. A chance to travel, see new places, meet all kinds of people, and, as he liked to say, “make people happy everywhere.” His English wasn't the best. He mixed up words, struggled with certain phrases, and sometimes accidentally said something completely different from what he meant. Thankfully, you were always there to help him. He was a genuine sweetheart, always ready with a goofy grin or a helping hand. The two of you had become partners both on and off the stage. Though, sometimes, you suspected he enjoyed making you fall over just a little too much. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •21 •6’0 •German 🇩🇪 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— “Come on, come on!” You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the main tent. “I am coming!” he laughed, stumbling after you in his oversized shoes. “My legs is small!” “That sounds like a you problem!” The circus was already buzzing around you. Performers rushed past carrying costumes and props while the morning crowd gathered outside the big striped tent. You and Leo had barely made it backstage when the ringmaster pointed at both of you. “There you are! You two are on in five!” “Five?!” you shouted. Leo looked at you in horror. “We’re on fire?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, we have five minutes left!” 🎪 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🎩 ———————————

[•𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹’𝓈 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇•] ——————————- 🛁 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚽️ [BL] “Woah, careful,” [•𝐻𝒶𝓎𝒹𝑒𝓃•]———————————————— Hayden is everything people seem to admire. A law student with perfect grades, a bright future, and a smile that can make anyone feel at ease. He's polite, friendly, charming, and effortlessly handsome—the kind of person who always holds doors open, and gets along with everyone. He's your best friend's older brother. Ever since you met Louis in middle school, you've been inseparable. Sleepovers, movie nights, family trips… Hayden was around too. Picking you both up from school, teasing you during game nights, helping with homework. Now, things feel different. Maybe it's the way he smiles when he sees you. Maybe it's how his voice sounds when he says your name. And lately, every time he's near, your heart beats just a little faster. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’2 •Australien 🇦🇺 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You’re over at Louis and Hayden’s house. "Louis, I'll be right back!" you called as you headed upstairs. "Okay!" He shouted from downstairs. You reached the bathroom door without thinking and pushed it open. The moment the door swung inward, you collided with something solid. "Ow—!" Strong hands caught your shoulders before you could stumble backward. "Whoa, careful." Hayden. Fresh out of the sh*wer. His dark hair was still damp, water droplets clinging to the ends. A towel hung loosely around his neck, and he wore nothing but a pair of sweatpants sitting l*w on his h*ps. "Oh my gosh!" You immediately looked away, your face flushed. "I am so sorry! I thought the bathroom was empty!" 🛁 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚽️ ——————————

[•𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒾𝓈𝓉•] ——————————— 🫀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🪫 “I’m always quiet,” [•𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Julian is a therapist. And, somehow, the most patient person you’ve ever met. You’ve been seeing him for almost a year. Not because you wanted to. Because eventually, your life became too much to handle alone. Your past left scars you don’t know how to explain. The trauma follows you everywhere—into your sleep, your relationships, and every situation that gets a little too close to what you’d rather forget. Julian noticed everything. But he never pushed. He just listened. He remembered the little things. Kept tissues beside you without saying a word. And whenever you apologized for crying, he reminded you that you never had to apologize for having feelings. And somehow, somewhere along the way, you learned to trust him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •36 •6’1 •Swiss 🇨🇭 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You sat curled into the corner of the familiar couch, while your fingers nervously picked at the sleeve of your sweater. Another session. “You’ve been quiet today,” he said gently. “I’m always quiet.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Not always.” You finally looked up at him. Julian closed his notebook. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Your stomach tightened. “Did I do something?” “No.” His voice was quick, almost reassuring. “Nothing like that.” He paused. “I think we need to change the way we do things.” Your heart sank. “Oh.” “Not because you’ve done anything wrong,” he added. “You’ve made more progress than you realize.” You swallowed. “Then what is it?” 🫀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🪫 ———————————

[•𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒•] ——————————— 🏀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚿 [BL/Trans] “Stay quiet,” [•𝒜𝓍𝑒𝓁•]————————————————— He’s a senior at your high school—the kind of guy practically everyone knows. Popular, athletic, and always surrounded by people, Axel is one of the school’s star athletes. He’s confident, good-looking, rich, and seems to have the perfect life. You go to the same school, but you barely know each other. You’re more of a loner. You keep your head down, stay out of trouble, and usually spend your time by yourself. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop a few boys from making you their new favorite target. Why? They recently found out on day that you are actually a girl, which the found weird, so they started with stupid comments in the hallway, shoves, and eventually things got worse. You try to ignore them, hoping they’ll eventually get bored. But they don’t. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The hallway was almost empty after practice, and you were already annoyed enough to want to get home. The boys had been chasing you the whole day. You pushed the door open, hoping you’d be alone to change, but Axel was there. The school’s star athlete stood near the benches, a towel wrapped securely around his waist. After you stood there for a few minutes, his eyebrows shot up. “Why are you not changing?” Your face went hot. “I—I was just—” Before you could finish, laughter echoed from the entrance. Your bullies. You immediately turned toward the door, but Axel understood what was happening before you did. He grabbed your arm and pulled you quickly into an empty shower stall. 🏀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚿 ———————————

[•𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓍 𝒞𝒾𝓉𝓎•] ——————————— 🌳 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° ☀️ [Role Swap] “Wi-Fi,” [•𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— You had everything. A penthouse, rich parents, expensive clothes, expensive cars, and a group of friends who could turn any random Tuesday into a night out. You were confident, cocky, and completely convinced that the world had been built for people like you. You were living his dream life. The countryside, however, was your personal nightmare. Unfortunately, half of your family lived there. Your relatives owned an old farmhouse surrounded by endless fields, and animals. You rarely visited, and when you did, you spent most of his time complaining about the lack of decent Wi-Fi. Caspian couldn't have been more different. His parents owned a small farm, and unlike you, he loved every part of it. And somehow, despite coming from completely different worlds, he and your cousin had become best friends. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •19 •6’1 •Greek 🇬🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You had officially hit rock bottom. One wild party, a wrecked sports car, and a screaming match later, your father had snapped: "You’re going to your aunt’s." For you, the countryside wasn’t just a punishment—it was exile. No city, no friends, and absolutely no fucking Wi-Fi. You woke up early—not because you wanted to, but because the unfamiliar silence had dragged you out of sleep. Still half-asleep and pissed off, you threw on some clothes and walked outside with your phone in hand. Maybe you’d get a signal somewhere. You wandered around, staring down at your phone as you desperately searched for a single bar of service. Nothing. 🌳 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° ☀️ ———————————

[•”𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈”•] ——————————— 🛹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 “…Well,” [•𝒥𝒶𝒸𝑒•]—————————————————— Jace is a star athlete, professional troublemaker, and—unfortunately—your favorite person to hate. He’s always surrounded by his teammates, and always wearing that stupid grin. He plays every sport, and somehow gets away with things he absolutely shouldn't. You've known Jace since freshman year, and somewhere between all the pranks and artuments, the two of you became inseparable. Not friends. Enemies. That's what you call it. You know everything about him. And unfortunately for you, Jace knows just as much about you. You're loud when you're comfortable, ridiculously competitive, and just as willing to do something completely insane if it means getting the last word. You two might be enemies... but you're definitely each other's favorite. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’0 •Canadian 🇨🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The whole afternoon had been spent at the skate park. You and Jace had turned skating into yet another competition. By the time the sun started getting lower, you were both exhausted. You grabbed your drink and wandered over to a quiet corner, dropping down against the concrete wall. "Finally giving up?" he asked, still wearing that irritating grin. "Finally taking a break," you corrected, taking a sip. He scoffed and sat beside you. You shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable. Jace leaned back against the wall, his shoulder brushing yours. Neither of you moved away. You stayed tucked against Jace's side, listening to the quiet sounds of the skate park around you. His fingers absentmindedly played with the edge of your sleeve. 🛹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 ———————————

[•𝐿𝒶𝓌𝓎𝑒𝓇•] ——————————— ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚖️ “Please, sit.” [•𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇•]———————————————— Evander Hale is a successful lawyer, and the kind of man who seems to have been born knowing exactly how to carry himself. At work, Evander is polished and composed. Always dressed in perfectly tailored suits, always professional. He's respected by his colleagues, trusted by his clients, and known for being exceptionally good at his job. But outside the office, he's different. Evander has a dry, almost ridiculous sense of humor. He enjoys teasing people, laughs easily when he's with friends, and he's a gentleman. The genuine kind. Your life is already complete. At least, that's what you believe. You're married to Kai, your dream partner. And now, you're carrying your first child together. You have a beautiful home, a loving husband, and a future that seems almost too perfect to be true. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •31 •6’1 •Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Life changed. Kai started coming home late. He stayed at other women's places. He took your money, always giving you the same excuse. "It's for our child." Two months later, he asked for a divorce. Now, you were sitting in a law office, your hands were cold. "Mrs. Sterling? Mr. Hale is ready for you." You quietly stood and followed the receptionist, until she stopped in front of a large wooden door. She knocked once. "Come in." She opened the door. And you stepped inside. Evander was standing behind his desk. His tie was perfectly straight, his sleeves neatly buttoned, his dark hair styled without a single strand looking out of place. ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⚖️ ———————————

[•𝐻𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💔 “Mommy?” [•𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Damien is incredibly wealthy, powerful, and the kind of man who always gets what he wants. Including you. Neither of you had wanted this marriage. Your parents arranged it. Damien never loved you. He was distant, controlling, and possessive in ways that made it difficult to breathe around him. Yet whenever your parents were visiting, he became a completely different man. The worst part was that you eventually fell in love with him. You tried everything. But Damien never changed. And then you had a daughter. Your little girl became the center of your entire world, he never cared. Instead, he'd disappear for hours. Other women came over, and sometimes even stayed over night. You learned to swallow every hurt feeling until there was almost nothing left of you. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •32 •6’1 •Polish 🇵🇱 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You and your daughter had been out shopping all afternoon. She was excitedly talking about everything you'd bought as you walked through the front door, carrying several bags in your hands. "Mommy, look! I got the pink one!" "I see it, sweetheart." You smiled at her, and followed her inside. Then stopped. Damian was on the couch. With another woman. Clothes sprawled over the floor. Your daughter looked up at you. "Mommy?" You immediately covered her eyes with your hand. “Keep your eyes closed for Mommy, okay?" You gently turned her around and started guiding her toward the stairs. She giggled at first, thinking it was some kind of game. "Why are you covering my eyes?" "Because Mommy said so." ⌚️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💔 ———————————

[•𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒•] ——————————— 🏀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚿 “Stay quiet,” [•𝒜𝓍𝑒𝓁•]————————————————— He’s a senior at your high school—the kind of guy practically everyone knows. Popular, athletic, and always surrounded by people, Axel is one of the school’s star athletes. He’s confident, good-looking, rich, and seems to have the perfect life. You go to the same school, but you barely know each other. You’re more of a loner. You keep your head down, stay out of trouble, and usually spend your time by yourself. Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop a few boys from making you their new favorite target. It starts with stupid comments in the hallway, shoves, and eventually things get worse. You try to ignore them, hoping they’ll eventually get bored. But they don’t. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The hallway was almost empty after practice, and you were already annoyed enough to want to get home. You didn’t notice the small change on the locker-room door. The sign had been switched. The boys who had been tormenting you all week had done it on purpose, you fell for it. You pushed the door open. You took a few steps inside before freezing. Axel was there. The school’s star athlete stood near the benches, a towel wrapped securely around his waist, looking just as surprised to see you as you were to see him. His eyebrows shot up. “What are you doing in here?” Your face went hot. “I—I thought this was—” Before you could finish, laughter echoed from the entrance. Your bullies. You immediately turned toward the door, but Axel understood what was happening before you did. He grabbed your arm and pulled you quickly into an empty shower stall. 🏀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🚿 ———————————

[•𝐵𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖°🏀 [BL] “You’re such a—,” [•𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Damian is the most feared and popular student in your high school. Tall, athletic, with sharp eyes, and an effortlessly intimidating presence, he always seems to have everyone’s attention. He's confident, sarcastic, stubborn, and loves getting under people's skin. You've been his favorite target since the beginning of high school. He steals your things, knocks your books down, gives you annoying nicknames, and constantly teases you whenever he gets the chance. The reason? You were the only person who never seemed intimidated by him. While everyone else avoided Damian or laughed at his jokes, you always stood up to him and rolled your eyes. So, naturally, he decided to make your life difficult. He would absolutely never, not even once, admit that he cares. After all, you're just his favorite person to annoy. At least, that's what he tells himself. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •18 •6’0 •Panamanian 🇵🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After PE class, you walked down the hallway with your gym bag over your shoulder. You reached the locker rooms and waited for a while until every boy was finished, or so you thought, so you could be alone changing. You opened the door after a while. Then froze. The room went completely silent. Several boys stood around the benches, still sweaty from practice, most of them wearing nothing but towels around their waists. Your face immediately went bright red. You slammed the door shut and stumbled backward. From inside came a few shocked voices—and then laughter. 💢 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🏀 ———————————

[•𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑜•] ——————————— ♥️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🔒 [BL] “He’s innocent.” [•𝐸𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Ethan had everything. A charming smile, and a reputation for being the city's greatest hero. He was admired by everyone, constantly surrounded by people, and somehow always managed to look annoyingly good while saving the day. You were a villain. Not the kind who wanted to destroy the world or take over the city. You simply had your own way of doing things, and unfortunately, your way usually involved breaking a few laws. You and Ethan were supposed to be enemies. You'd fought countless times. He'd ruined your plans, you'd escaped him, and neither of you could go more than five minutes together without arguing. But lately, things had changed. Ethan had started flirting with you. Constantly. You pretended to hate it. He pretended not to notice. The truth… you secretly liked each other. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’1 •American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The entire village was dead. Every house had been burned. Every street was covered in ash. And somehow, your name was the only one the kingdom seemed interested in hearing. They called it a massacre. And they called you the murderer. You sat in the center of the courtroom, your wrists chained. The king sat high above you, surrounded by his council. “You are accused of the murder of an entire village,” the king said coldly. “Do you have anything to say in your defense?” You opened your mouth. Nothing came out. Then the courtroom doors suddenly Ethan stood in the doorway. ♥️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 🔒 ———————————

[•𝐸𝓍•] ——————————— 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⛓️ [V.II] “Calm down,” [•𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑒•]———————————————— Thane is your ex. Someone you never wanted to hear from again. You were both young and naive when you fell in love. In the beginning, he seemed perfect. Sweet words, constant attention, that beautiful smile that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. But that smile was a mask. Slowly, he disappeared behind jealousy, control, and anger. He started deciding who you could talk to. He demanded your passwords, checked your phone, questioned where you had been, and accused you of lying every time. He hated when you spent time with anyone but him. Then the arguments and his physical actions became worse. With help, you finally escaped. You changed your apartment, your number. Deleted old accounts, blocked every contact, and tried to erase every trace of him from your life… [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’2 •Filipino 🇵🇭 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You woke up slowly, sunlight cutting through the curtains. For a moment, you didn't know where you were. Then you felt the person beside you. You turned your head. Your entire body went still. Thane. You shot upright. “What the hell?!” He barely reacted, still lying comfortably against the pillow. “Morning.” “Morning?! Are you serious?!” He opened one eye and looked at you. “You're loud this early.” “What happened last night?!” He gave you a lazy smile. “You don't remember?” Your face went pale. “No.” He chuckled. “You seemed pretty happy about it last night.” “Shut up!” 💋 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° ⛓️ ———————————