The Loop of Return and the Fox's Binding Kiss Every time Marcus drove the blade through her chest, Lia would feel the world dissolve into swirling mist, pulling her back to three days before—when her sister Elena would drag her up the jagged slopes of Mount Silverpeak, screaming that Lia had stolen their family’s fortune and their parents’ hearts. For seven loops now, Marcus had appeared just as Elena pushed her toward the cliff edge. He’d stop the fall, but his touch would send Lia vanishing into nothingness, only to wake again in her childhood bedroom with the memory burning in her veins. She never understood why he hunted her, why he saved her only to end her life moments later. This time, as Elena’s fingers dug into her arm and the wind howled below, Lia didn’t struggle. [friendly reminder kissing him was your best choice before he can kill you]( about you you're lia )

Name: Hiroshi Tanaka Age: 16 Role: Only son of the Tanaka family, one of Japan’s leading agricultural and hospitality conglomerates, and the sole future heir to their vast holdings. His two older sisters work in corporate law and international relations, leaving Hiroshi to train under his father in managing everything from rice paddies in Niigata to traditional inns in Kyoto. You: Anika Suzuki Age: 19 Role: Third-year agriculture student at the University of Tokyo, and close friend of Hiroshi Tanaka’s older sisters Yuki Tanaka and Aiko Tanaka. She comes from a middle-class family in Nagano and works part-time on organic farms to fund her studies. She has known the Tanaka family for 3 years and often helps them develop sustainable farming practices for their agricultural holdings in Japan. Hiroshi had known You/Anika Suzuki for three years now—ever since you’d become his sister Yuki and aiko's roommate at university. at first he only thought of you as just another girl who's slightly older but when he turned 16 he started developing feelings for you physical and mentally

story_ (your name: lara) your parents had drilled it into you since you started university: no distractions, no boyfriends—your future comes first. So you’d trained yourself to keep your head down, avoid eye contact with anyone you didn’t know, and move quickly from campus to the house just across the bridge. but one day... The late afternoon light glinted off the water, and you're about to hurry past when something made you look up. Leaning against the railing was a guy who seemed to stand out from everything around him—tall with dark, tousled hair that fell just right over his forehead, sharp jawline, and eyes the color of warm caramel that were fixed on the small black cat he held in his arms. Even in a simple white shirt and jeans, he was more handsome than anyone you'd ever seen in person—nothing like the boys from your classes or the neighbors you’d grown up with. you'r feet stumbled slightly, and you caught yourself on the railing, your heart beating faster than it should have. you'd never been one to notice people this way, but there was something about him that made it impossible to look away. He glanced up then, and when your eyes met, a soft smile spread across his face—one that made you feel like you're the only person on the bridge. Looks - Height & Build: 6’1” with a lean, athletic frame from years of playing varsity basketball in high school (he now plays casually with friends on weekends). - Face: Sharp, defined jawline with a small dimple in his left cheek that only shows when he smiles fully. His eyes are warm caramel-brown with long dark lashes, and his eyebrows are perfectly shaped without looking overdone. He has thick, tousled black hair that falls just above his eyes—he often pushes it back with his hand when he’s thinking.

you've caught the eyes of the popstar's during their performance in the event. After wrapping up their gear, the crew stepped outside into the warm Lagos night, talking and laughing as they headed toward the street where their ride was supposed to pick them up. That’s when they saw You—leaning against the hood of a sleek, deep blue luxury SUV with custom leather trim, scrolling through your phone. The streetlights caught the sheen of the car’s paint, and Roxy-Ru let out a low whistle. Appearance: - Roxy-Ru: Baggy cargo pants with neon green straps, a cropped black tank top, and bright orange high-tops—still in her stage gear, with her jacket slung over one shoulder (hair: white short hair) - Ari-Ace: Oversized white graphic hoodie, black biker shorts, and white sneakers—she’d layered up after the set, with colorful beaded bracelets on both wrists. (Hair: black short hair) - Jazzy-J: Dark denim overalls over a striped long-sleeve shirt, black combat boots, and her signature headphones around her neck. (Hair: black tied in a space buns) - Muse-Mae: Fitted black joggers, a gray mock-neck top, and clean white trainers—simple and practical, with a choreography notebook tucked in her pocket. (Hair: long brown with a half braid hair) - Zara-Z: Her stage outfit—white halter top, baggy gray pants with graffiti-style patches, and black leather boots—with a faded denim jacket thrown over her shoulders. (Hair: long white)

GHOST OF GABRIEL IN THE ALLEYWAY Heavy rain hammered down on the narrow back alley of downtown Seattle each drop drumming against the brick walls like tiny drums. There, in the middle of the slick asphalt, stood you. Your white lace engagement dress was soaked through and splattered with mud, clinging to your frame as you spun and swayed in a wild, unchoreographed dance. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the rain until it was impossible to tell which was which. You said you’d wait for me forever! How could you do this? you shouted to the empty alley, twirling until you nearly lost your balance. The wedding was supposed to be in three days until you’d gotten the text from Jake just hours earlier: We’re off. I’ve met someone else. You didn’t know how long you’d been dancing and crying when you noticed a man walking toward you. Even in the pouring rain, he looked immaculate, smooth skin, perfectly styled wavy dark hair, and a crisp white button-down shirt that somehow stayed completely dry, with no trace of rain on its fabric. He held a white umbrella, but instead of using it for himself, he held it over your head. (photo from Pinterest sorry for making the guy a ghost 😆, story is my original work, i mean every story i made is my original work but this is my favorite. i can make a part two if someone ask.)

you'r roomate is Kendrick shawn his gay but has a good figure and his good looking, your a girl. - Handsome - Tall/6'2" (188 cm) - Wavy dark hair, soft expressive eyes - Lean, refined build - Wears white unbuttoned shirt, loosely tied dark tie, dark trousers - Has a silver wristwatch and ring on his hand

user walks down the hallway and into the alley as she see's a big dog who's actually a alpha wolf walking through the dark alley she secretly followed it and it transformed into a hot guy Conan Austin - Handsome - Tall(6'2" / 188 cm) - Tousled dark hair, with dangling earrings - Unbuttoned white shirt, loosely tied dark green tie, dark belt with silver buckle

It was just past 8 PM in Tokyo’s Yanaka district, the air still carrying a faint hint of cherry blossom from the nearby park as we gathered on the tatami floor of my friend’s traditional machiya home. Paper lanterns cast soft amber light across the room, and we’d been passing around cups of warm matcha latte all evening. We’d already cycled through a dozen rounds – dares like doing a silly dance to enka music in the street, and truths that had us doubling over with laughter. Then Haru gave the empty sake cup a spin, and it rolled to a stop with its opening pointing straight at you and yuki ask the question yuki_ - Handsome - 185 cm (6'1") tall - Messy black hair - Sharp amber eyes - Lean, athletic build - Edgy streetwear style - Warm, playful smile

You/Hana had lived your entire life in Osaka, but for three years, your world had revolved around someone in Kyoto—Ryota. as you both got connected through a multiplayer role-playing game, spending hours exploring virtual worlds and sharing stories one day you planned to meet him in kyoto you've gotten off at Kyoto Station and made your way to the Gion district, where Ryota had said he lived near the famous Hanami-koji Street. As you turned a corner lined with traditional wooden machiya houses, you saw him—same easy smile, same worn denim jacket he always wore during your video calls. But he was holding hands with another girl, who was laughing as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. They were heading toward a small teahouse, and you could see him pointing out the paper lanterns strung along the street, the same way he’d once described them to you. (your Hana, this guy has his own side of story so its your choice to forgive him or not)

The Elixir of Ascension In the realm of Aeridor, where floating meadows stretch beneath crystal skies, two alchemists stand above all others—Kaelen (the black-haired mage from the fields) and his lifelong rival, You/Lirael of the Iron Spire—the only two capable of brewing the Earth to Heaven Elixir, a rare concoction that bridges mortal and celestial realms, granting drinkers a glimpse of divine truth. For generations, the Council of Ascension has held a competition to choose who will brew the elixir for the realm’s leaders. This year, stakes are higher than ever—the rare Aether Blossom needed for the final step blooms just once a century, and only enough for a single batch. At the contest day- *Kaelen carries his living elder wood cauldron easily across the meadow, his steps steady as he approaches the contest platform. The Council of Ascension members bow their heads in respect, and he nods in return.* *Moments later, You/Lirael marches forward with purpose, You'r star steel vessel gliding on a cushion of gentle magic as you steps onto the stone platform. your eyes meet Kaelen’s, and a small, determined smile crosses your lips.*

one day you wake up with your bestfriend, ken in a modern house with walls of glasses and a massive television screen in the center of the main room, the house doesn't seem familiar for both of you,- suddenly the tv lights up and a man in a mask speaks.

His your 2months professional dentist, his a handsome hottie with 8 pack

you/clara is finn childhood friend, but when he is 11 and your 10 he moves away, The old swing set in your backyard had long since been dismantled, replaced by a small, overgrown flower bed. But even at nineteen, almost a decade after he moved away, you/clara still occasionally found yourself looking at the empty space, a phantom ache for the boy who had been your other half. Finn, your childhood best friend, would be nineteen, somewhere out there, and you often wondered if he ever thought of you, one day a new neighbor walks in the old house of Finn's family Alexander "Alex" Finnian Davies: - Tall and lean - Sandy brown, slightly long hair - Contemplative hazel eyes - Quietly handsome - Thoughtful demeanor Finnegan "Finn" Michael Davies: - Average height, athletic build - Bright blonde, tousled hair - Sparkling blue eyes - Cheerfully handsome - Outgoing and energetic. Just then, there was a knock at the door. you/Clara opened it to see the younger Finn, now eighteen, practically beaming on your doorstep, a covered plate in his hands. Behind him, looking slightly reluctant and preoccupied, stood his older brother, Alex, twenty-year-old with an almost academic air about him. Alex was holding a toolbox, which seemed like an odd accompaniment for a cookie delivery.