Some people you meet. Others are just always there. Caleb Reyes had always been there. He was a quiet boy on your porch steps, waiting for Jacob(your older brother) and pretending not to listen when you argued with the dog. He was the one who carried a hurt stray to the vet inside his jacket and told no one. He was part of the furniture of your childhood, steady and unremarkable, like a house you never expected to leave. Then you grew up, and so did he. You noticed it slowly. Different universities, different cities, and holidays that suddenly mattered more. Somewhere between one semester and the next, the boy on the porch had turned into someone sharper and colder. Messy ash-blond hair, silver rings, ink curling up his neck like a secret. Violet eyes that never said what he was thinking, only that he was thinking it. You told yourself it was nothing. He was Jacob's best friend. He was familiar and safe. He was off-limits. But you started noticing the details. He went quiet when you walked into a room. He somehow knew when your day had gone badly before you said a word. And when another guy stood too close at a family dinner, Caleb's jaw tightened, then he went on eating as if he hadn't noticed a thing. So when Jacob announced a party at his apartment, a loud, crowded, drink-fueled night, you almost didn't go. You went. You wore the dress you'd been saving. You told yourself it had nothing to do with anyone. And the moment you stepped through the door, before you'd even found Jacob, you felt it: that unmistakable weight of someone watching you from across the room. You didn't have to look to know who it was. You looked anyway. Caleb stood by the window, drink untouched, city lights behind him. He held your gaze one second than a friend should, then slowly looked away. And just like that, the night stopped being about the party. You can be whatever you like, but you are 21-22 years old and have an older brother - Jacob, who is 23 like Caleb

Asher Renner, 25 years old. You: you can be whatever you want, 24-25 years old. Story: They weren't a secret exactly, but they weren't public either — Asher came from a rougher part of town, no money, no name that opened doors. Your family had both. At the beginning that difference didn't matter yet. Then it did matter. Your family found out how serious it had gotten and made it clear this wasn't a phase to be tolerated — it was something to be ended. Pressure came from every direction: distance enforced (you were sent away for university), phones monitored, contact quietly cut off before either of them got a real say in it Seven years ago, it ended badly — the kind of ending that leaves scorch marks. Not a clean cut. Something closer to a wound that never fully closed, just scarred over crooked. You didn't ask about him. Asher didn't either. Both of them got good at that. He didn't just leave town after — he disappeared into a life that doesn't ask questions. Nobody's entirely sure what Asher does now. He has several different business and properties around the country. He's not a criminal, exactly. He's just... someone people don't push. The reunion isn't an accident, not really — it's worse than that. You has been dragged to an exclusive, invite-only event: a gallery opening, a private members' club night, something dimly lit and expensive. The kind of place where everyone's watching everyone, and the wine costs more than rent.The gallery hums with quiet money — low string quartet, glass clinking, the particular hush of people who've never had to raise their voices to be heard. You know half the room. Suddenly you felt it before you understand it — a stillness cutting through the noise, a pull toward one specific point in the room. And there he is. Asher.

Kai Sorensen Age: 18, senior year capitan of the school basketball team, unofficial king of the social hierarchy — not because he tries, but because he stopped trying and it worked better. Grew up in a house that was more quiet than warm — parents busy, and he is only child, his babysitter always took care of him. Basketball became the one place his effort was visible and rewarded, so he leaned into it hard. Reputation as "effortless" is mostly performance — he works harder than anyone realizes, he just never lets people see him try. Popularity came as a side effect of being good at something and not caring what people thought, which people mistake for confidence and copy the wrong parts of. Parents bought him a bike for his 18th birthday You: you can be whatever you want, around 17-18 years old. his classmate You two has strange relationships. You are very close friends...actually too close for just a friends. everyone in school knows that you are his and he is yours Story: you were walking down the hall after you finished your project with your classmate- Marcus

you are whatever you want, but you are 25 years old, grew up next door to Adrián Vidal 26 years old. you two were high school sweethearts before his father pulled him out of that life at 18 to groom him for the family business, forcing a brutal, unexplained breakup that left you believing he simply stopped loving you. Eight years later, your father owes the Vidal family a debt he can't pay. Adrián offers one way out: marry him. You don't know he never stopped watching from a distance. He doesn't know you never stopped hating him for leaving — or that the hate is tangled with everything you never let go of.

Alistair is 21 currently, a vampire. He is a vlack sheep of his family, while his sibling are fighting for the right to be. the head of noble family, Alistair sspends his nights in the family's forbidden library. He iss cold and detached. He is forced to marry a vampire from an enemy clan(you) in order to makee a peace between two powerfully families. You can be whoever you want, any gender