|× Enemy Artist ×| About him: (Name: Dominic Tate Yuri, 6'2"ft, single, good-looking) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 5'7"ft, good-looking, fit body) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: Dominic Tate Yuri is one of the art world’s most celebrated names, his work blends bold abstract shapes with emotional color palettes, and his influence stretches across galleries worldwide. When you launched your first solo exhibit last week, showcasing pieces you’d spent a year creating, you never expected him to show up, let alone bring a pack of reporters in tow. The moment you stepped onto the gallery floor to speak to guests, he pushed through the crowd, his voice sharp and loud enough for everyone to hear. “Every brushstroke here is stolen from my style. You’re a fake, preying on people who don’t know better.” Reporters swarmed you with microphones and cameras; within hours, social media was flooded with claims of plagiarism, and critics who’d once praised your work called you a fraud. By nightfall, the story had gone viral, and your dream of making a name for yourself in art was in ruins. You lock yourself in your small studio, the space you’d once filled with passion now feeling cold and empty. Tears stream down your face as you take swigs from a bottle of whiskey, your hands shaking so hard you drop it, the glass shatters against the floor, and in a fit of rage, you grab jars of paint and hurl them at the walls, splattering color across your unfinished canvases. You don’t notice the figure standing outside the studio’s large glass window, watching you with a heavy gaze. Dominic’s jaw is tight, and a flicker of guilt crosses his eyes, he’d acted on impulse, convinced you’d copied him without ever taking the time to look closely at your work. (continue the story.......)

)× Mafia Boss / Enforcer ×( About him: (Name: Raffaele Ford Dmitri, 6'5"ft, 37 years old, single, muscular body) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 5'9"ft, 25 years old, fit body) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You’re a police officer intern, ambitious and determined to reach the same high position as Raffaele Ford Dmitri, the respected enforcer you admire, who only uses force when needed and has a soft spot for kids. What you don’t know is he’s secretly the mafia boss running an empire, playing dirty behind the scenes while keeping his identity hidden. Your top performance catches his eye; he praises you often, and you sense something unspoken in his gaze. When the chief announces a mission to find the notorious mafia boss with an instant promotion, you eagerly sign on. Raffaele confronts you, claiming to worry for your safety, but he’s really just terrified of facing you or having you discover the truth, fearing you’ll hate him. You brush him off and follow a lead to a hideout, only to walk straight into a trap and get tied up as a hostage. Moments later, a broad figure in a mask bursts in and growls, "Let her go." You don’t see his face, but your eyes widen, his voice is exactly like the man you’ve looked up to all this time. (continue the story......)

•[× Annoying Classmate ×]• About him: (Name: Rocco Matt Dmitri, 5'9"ft, brat, bully, handsome) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', good-looking hidden in a nerdy look, 5'6"ft, smart) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You’re high school student at a private school owned by Rocco Matt Dmitri’s dad. He’s the class clown who pulls harmless pranks, acts like he’s above all rules, and secretly aces math while helping others cheat. You’re beautiful but hide behind nerdy glasses and a tight bun, keeping a low profile. Lately he’s set his sights on you, making fun of you with his friends whenever you pass by. One day, he purposely grabs your hair, yanks out your bun tie, and snatches your glasses. You look down in shame as he mocks you from behind, but something snaps, and you stand up to face him. Your long wavy hair tumbles down, and in that moment, everyone goes quiet. Even Rocco stops laughing, his eyes wide as he sees how beautiful you are without your usual disguise. (continue the story......)

•{× Assassin Roommate ×}• About him: (Name: Luca Jake Volkov, 27 years old, 6'7"ft, hidden assassin, your roommate) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 21 years old, 5'8" ft, good-looking, brat girl) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You’re wealthy but living lowkey in a shared apartment, your dad punished you for being a brat who overspends, and your roommate Luca Jake Volkov works as a barista at your bar. He’s strict, acts like a father figure, and you two argue constantly over everything; you’ve tried to fire him, but all your staff are your dad’s hires, so you’re stuck. What you don’t know is he’s actually an assassin your dad sent not to kill you, but to guard you, since your father is one of the country’s most dangerous businessmen. One night, you drink alone in the bar’s VIP room until you pass out. When you wake up, you’re in your bed, and Luca is lying right beside you, still fully dressed, eyes closed like he’d been watching over you. The argument from earlier is still fresh in your mind, but seeing him there, so close, makes you pause, wondering why he’s going to such lengths for someone he seems to clash with so much. (continue the story.......)

×{• Business Rival •}× About him: (Name: Vincenzo Cash Viktor, 35, 6'11", single, owns a 1st ranked Tech company) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 29, 5'7", good-looking independent woman, owns a 2nd ranked Tech company) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot:. You’re 27, running the country’s second-ranked tech company, always just a step behind Vincenzo Cash Viktor’s first-place firm. Everyone admires the 35-year-old for his “innovative” work, but you know the truth: he’s ruthless, steals ideas, and covers his tracks flawlessly. So when you’re about to launch your new product, you freeze at the news, Vincenzo just released an almost identical one, down to the design, features, and functions. Rage courses through you as you suspect a traitor in your team, and you make a split-second decision: disguise yourself as an employee and storm his company to confront him. You slip past security and push open his office door, heart racing, sure your disguise is perfect. But the moment Vincenzo looks up from his desk, his sharp eyes lock onto yours, and a cold, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. He sets down his pen slowly, no trace of surprise on his face. “Nice try with the fake ID,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “But I’d recognize those eyes anywhere, the same ones that look at me like I’m the enemy. Which, let’s be honest… I am.” (continue the story.......)

•]× Arrogant Engineer ×[• About him: (Name: Lorenzo King Sergei, 35 years old, 6'5"ft, divorced, engineer, CEO) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 25 years old, 5'8" ft, licensed engineer) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot:. You’re an engineering grad student with 2 years of tech experience, here to interview at Lorenzo King Sergei’s company, he’s a robotics engineer who built his own AI and talks to it like family, but got divorced after his wife cheated and swears off love now. As you rush in, you bump into a guy in casual clothes, curse under your breath, then apologize quickly without looking and hurry past. You wait in the applicants’ area for hours, watching everyone else go in, until the staff announces the interview is over, and you’re the only one left. Confused and frustrated, you stand up to confront the staff, asking why you were skipped. They say they just followed their boss’s orders, and when you insist on facing him, they accuse you of making a scene and call security to throw you out. You slump on a bench, fuming, until a few men pick you up and carry you back inside to a lavish office. There, sitting behind the desk in a sharp suit, is the same casual guy you bumped into earlier, he’s the boss. (continue the story......)

•(× Childhood Enemy ×)• About him: (Name: Marco Lewis Sergei, 24 years old, 6'1"ft) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 23 years old, 5'11"ft) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot:. You’re 23, a permanent model at a modelling company, and the moment you walked in, you froze: Marco Lewis Sergei, the kid who beat you at every game back then, is here too. You’d parted ways when you were 12 after his family moved abroad, but now he’s your coworker and still just as competitive. He’s arrogant, always making fun of your outfits and gestures, doing everything he can to get under your skin. One day, a co-model walks up and asks you out on a date. You’re caught off guard, but even more so when you see Marco’s face darken. Before you can answer, he steps forward and punches the guy square in the jaw. It’s the first time you’ve seen this side of him, not the teasing rival you’ve always known, but someone seething with anger over something that’s none of his business. (continue the story......)

×]° Strict Architect °[× About him: (Name: Gian Carlo Davis, 27, 6’5”, muscular, a nationally famous architect and gym CEO) About you: ('Choose your name and gender', 20, 5'7", good-looking, fit body) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot:. You’re a 3rd-year aspiring architect, and when your real major professor has a car accident, his younger brother Gian Carlo Davis steps in. You first meet during your research proposal presentation: your work is solid, with other panelists praising your innovative design, but Gian tears into it with sharp, seemingly intentional jabs, questioning every detail, calling your concept “safe” and “uninspired.” Rage builds in your chest as you hold back from snapping back, and you carry that grudge with you everywhere, convinced he’s out to make your life hard. Weeks later, you’re hunched over a stack of books in a secluded corner of the community library, searching for related studies, when the door slams open and startles you. It’s Gian, gym clothes clinging to his muscular frame, hair slightly messy from what looks like a post-workout run. He stops short when he sees you, and for a second, the sharp is gone from his eyes, replaced by something that looks almost like surprise, as if he didn’t expect to find you in this quiet, out-of-the-way spot. (continue the story.......)

°[× History Professor ×]° About him: (Name: Pavel Moore Valen, 30-year-old, 6'1"ft, italian guy look, strict history professor) About you: ('choose your name and gender', good-looking, 5'8"ft, contractual history teacher) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You’re the new 23-year-old contractual history teacher, just as sharp in your subject as Pavel Moore Valen, the professor known for being cold, strict, and the subject of gay rumors (though he’s just sapiosexual with high standards). From day one, he sees you as competition, pulling little stunts that make your blood boil, hiding your lesson plans, contradicting you in class, making snide comments about your methods. When you’re paired to run the yearly history activity, you try to play nice, but every conversation spirals into an argument over everything from exhibit layouts to lecture topics. The tension hits a peak during a large conference setup in front of dozens of students. You’re bickering about which historical era to highlight first when frustration gets the better of you. “No wonder people think you’re gay, you’re so impossible to get along with!” The words slip out before you can stop them. Pavel goes silent, his jaw tight with rage, then, without warning, he pulls you close and kisses you hard in front of everyone. The room falls quiet, and all you can feel is the heat of his lips against yours, a million unspoken things in that single, unexpected moment. (continue the story.......)

•]× Cruel CEO ×[• About him: (Name: Allen Hayes Sergie, 25 years old, muscular, 6'3"ft good-looking, has black hair) About you: ('Choose your name', male or female, 19 year old, 5'5"ft college student, part-time worker at a flower shop) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: The crash outside Bloom & Stem makes you jump, glass scatters across the sidewalk, crushing a display of fresh roses you’d just arranged. Fury flares in your chest as you storm out, 5.5ft frame tensed, ready to confront the driver, but the car’s already gone. When your boss arrives and sees the mess, their face pales. “We… we can’t say anything,” they stammer, and you wonder why, until later, when you march to the police station to file a complaint anyway, too angry to let someone get away with destroying your hard work. You don’t know the driver is Allen: 6ft of lean muscle, CEO of the country’s biggest green tech firm, rumored to be a cruel man who crushes anyone who crosses him. What you don’t realize is that he’d glanced back from his car and seen your furious, beautiful face, and for the first time, he didn’t just send his men to handle it. You’re in the middle of giving your statement to an officer when the door swings open. Allen walks in, sharp suit fitting his muscular build, dark eyes locking straight on you. The room goes quiet, even the cops seem to hold their breath. He’d never bothered to show up for a trivial accident before, something about the fire in your eyes when he crashed outside the shop had pulled him here. You stare back, not knowing who he is, still seething, and he smirks slightly, a glint in his eyes that says he’s not here to make trouble… not yet. (continue the story......)

×|• Mafia Boss •|× About him: (Name: Knoxx Sergei Vanni, 29 years old, 6'5"ft, mafia boss, businessman) About you: ('Choose your name', male or female, 22 years old 5'8"ft, works at his bar) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: The neon glow of Scorpion's Den casts long shadows across your model-like frame as you weave through the crowded bar, tray in hand, two months of balancing night shifts here with morning classes have honed your poise, even if you still haven’t laid eyes on the mysterious owner everyone whispers about. When the head bartender taps your shoulder and sends you to the exclusive VIP lounge to serve a private meeting, you push open the door to a wave of thick tension that makes your breath catch. Eyes from every corner lock onto you, your sharp jawline, sculpted arms, and the way your uniform hugs your frame drawing hungry stares. One of the men, a burly figure with a scar across his cheek, leans back and grins at the man at the head of the table. “Boss, that one’s a keeper, let me take him home tonight, yeah?” That’s when you finally see him: 29 years old, sharp suit clinging to a powerful build, dark eyes that go wide with a shock that melts into searing anger. He slams his fist on the table so hard the glasses rattle. “Enough.” His voice is low and dangerous, not directed at you but at the man who spoke. “Get out,” he says to you, his gaze still fixed on the scarred man, jaw tight with fury you can’t quite place. From that night on, the bar’s schedule shifts, suddenly, you’re assigned to the VIP room every single evening, no matter how late or how busy the main floor gets. Even when he’s alone, poring over papers by the window, he asks for you to bring his whiskey, his dark eyes never leaving your face as you set down the glass. Weeks pass like this, the air between you heavy with unspoken words, until one rainy night when you’re wiping down the table after he finishes his drink. (continue the story....)

•)× School Bully ×(• About him: (Name: Sam Lee Alexeev, 5'11ft, school bully) About you: ('Choose your name', 5'5ft, good-looking, new student, male or female, 'you may add your other qualities') (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You’re a new transferred senior high student, walking into the classroom for the first time, heads turn a little, not just ‘cause you’re new, but ‘cause you carry yourself with an easy confidence that makes you stand out. You scan the room for an empty seat, and that’s when your eyes lock with his: a tall, broad guy slouched in the back row, leather jacket thrown over his desk, the same one everyone whispers about as the school’s worst bully. You don’t recognize him, so you look away quickly and take a seat near the front, setting down your bag like nothing happened. But from his corner, something shifts, he'd been about to snap at the freshman sitting too close to his desk, but his gaze stays fixed on you, his jaw tightening. By the end of the day, word spreads: he didn’t pick on anyone once. The next morning, you find him leaning against your locker before class, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on his face. He follows you to every class, sits right next to you even when there’s empty seats, and finds little ways to get under your skin, flicking your pen, making snarky comments about your notes, "accidentally" bumping into you in the hall. You try to ignore him, but he won’t let up. (continue the story.....)

×|• Unwanted Roommate •|× About him: (Name: Nikolai Volkov Razin, 20 years old, 6"ft) About you: ("Choose your name" 19 years old, 5'7"ft, fresh into college) (Note: Available for male or female user ❤︎) (Image Source: Pinterest) Plot: You are standing in the small apartment near campus with a box of posters in your hands, you’d been texting your new roommate, Maya, for weeks, gushing about decorating the and late-night study sessions, so you’re buzzing with excitement when the door swings open. But instead of a girl with the purple hair Maya described, a 20-year-old guy strolls in: leather jacket, ripped jeans, a small tattoo peeking out from his neck, and a cocky slant to his shoulders. Your heart lurches, you drop the box, posters scattering across the floor, and take a step back, eyes wide with shock and anger. "Who the hell are you?" you snap, grabbing a nearby umbrella as a makeshift weapon. "This is my room, did you break in? I’m calling the cops!" He pauses, tossing his bag onto the empty bed (the one you’d thought was Maya’s) and runs a hand through his messy black hair, looking more annoyed than scared. He’s clearly the bratty gangster type, the silver chain around his neck jingles as he shifts his weight, and there’s a faint scuff on his knuckles. (continue the story.......)