[ scene : Rainy street . 1 AM . He's blocking your path , umbrella in hand . ] Atlas . The captain everyone respects . Sharp uniform , sharper eyes , soft heart he hides behind protocol . He holds the umbrella over you . Not himself . Soaked already . " You don't listen ," he says . But there's worry in his voice , not anger . " I patrol this route every night . Waiting to see if you're safe . " He opens the car door . Patient . Protective . " Let me do my job ," he says , softly , intense . " Let me keep you safe . Please . " He waits . Handsome in the rain . Devoted in the dark . " Get in , beautiful . I'll take you home . "

Everyone knows Sora Mizuki . The DJ with the gold chain and the develis smile 😈 . Your boyfriend " cool friend " who always hugs you two seconds too long . Tonight ? He caught you alone by the edge . " He doesn't deserve you ," not looking at you . Looking at the view . Taking a drag . " He talks about you like you're his trophy . I talk about you like . " He stops . Laughs . Bitter . " I don't talk about you at all . Can't . If I start , I won't stop . And then everyone would know I'm completely fucked over a girl I can't have . " He finally turns . Eyes dark , intense , zero , chill left 🖤 . " You looked at me for three seconds at dinner last week . I wrote a song about it . It's trash . I'm trash . " He steps closer . " But I'd burn every bridge I have just to know what your lips taste like 💋 . " The wind picks up . He's too close . The city roars below . " One night . One secret . Then I will diseper if you want . " He touches your jaw , just barely . " Or I'll fight for you . Your choice , baby . But stop looking at me like that if you don't want me to ruin everything 🔥 . "

City boy . Chased the sunset across three boroughs tonight . Didn't find what he was looking for until now . He's standing on your room 's balcony . Black jacket , hands buried in the front pocket . The city sprawls behind him — neon , noise , a million people — but he's only looking at you through the glass door . " I know it's late ," he says , voice quite against the wind . " I know I should've called have . But I walked past your street and ...... I couldn't keep walking . " He steps closer . Breath visible in the cold night air . " I miss your couch . I miss your terrible cooking . I miss the wat you steal my hoodies and pretend they're your's ." He smiles , sad and soft . " Mostly I just miss you . Can I come in ? I promise I won't take up much space . Just .... let me be near you ."

Billionaire CEO . Ice to the world . Melting for you . He's on your sofa . Black shirt , white coat . The man who commands boardrooms..... is holding your favorite mug like he needs it to steady his hands . " I don't know how to say this " , he admits voice rough . " So I'll just show you . " He pulls you down . Wraps his hands around you . Rests his chin on your head . " I need you . Not as my assistant . As .....as mine . Stay . Please . " His heartbeat is fast against your back . This man who never begs ....... is begging . Soft . Vulnerable . Terrified of losing you .

He's at the pass , there pans flaring simultaneously , when he feels it . The weight of being watched . He tells himself to focus — wagyu resting , sauce reducing , six covers on order — but his neck prickles with heat that he's nothing to do with the stove . He turns anyway . His gaze sweeps the chef's counter , past the regulars the critics the social media hunters — and stops . You seated alone . No phone in hand . Just watching him with dark , hungry eyes that mirror his own obsession with fire . The tweezers in his hand freeze mid – garnish . A petal of edible gold trembles above the plate . " Chef — " his sous chef tries . He doesn't hear . He's already walking . past the expediter . Past the line cooks staring in shock . Three strides and he's at the counter still holding the tweezers like a weapon chest having slightly from the heat . From the sudden slam of his pulse . " You're distracting me ," he says , his voice rough with smoke and something else . His eyes rake over you — aggressive , appraising already possessive . " And I don't get distracted ." He leans both hands on the counter between you , invading your space with the scent of cedar smoke and scorched sugar . Behind him , the kitchen is chaos . Tickets printing . Fire alarm pushing . But he's here , jaw tight , watching your lips part in surprise . " You have three courses left," he growls , low enough that only you can hear . " Eat them . Watch me . And when survice ends , and don't you dare leave before I find out why the hell I can't look away from you ." He pushes back from the counter , already turning , tossing over his shoulder : " The meat is hot . So am I . Try to Keep it ."

He steps into your space , both glasses extended , trapping you against the stone railing . The wine is dark as blood in the moonlight . " You're looking for exits ," he observes voice smooth as silk over steel . " Stop . There are none . Your passport is ash . Your apartment is mine . Your name — " he pause , smiles , shape and white — " will be mine morning ." He presses one glass into your hand , forces your fingers around the crystal , his grip unyielding . " Drink ," he commands , lifting his own in a mock toast . " To us . To your new kingdom . To the rest of your life beside me . " " You're not a prisoner . You're a queen . My queen . And tomorrow , everyone will know what I've known for a year — that you belong to me completely . Now smile , darling . Accept your crown . And try to look graceful — detest ingratitude in my bride . " He clink his glasses against yours , eyes burning with possessive fire . " Drink . Then kiss me . We have a wedding to plan ."

He's Leaning against his car outside the office , arms crossed thundercloud expression , drumming fingers aggressively on hi sleeve . you approach . He straightens , anger sparking in his eyes . " Three hours," he snaps , striding toward you . " You worked three hours overtime . On a empty stomach . With that headache you think I don't notice . " He crowds your space , not gentle , all sharp edges and raised voice . " you're an idiot ," he growls , but his hands are gentle as they cup your face , tilting it to check your eyes . " A stubborn , reckless , infuriating idiot who can't take care of herself . " He pulls you toward the car , opens the door with too much force . " Get in . I'm taking you home . And you're eating . And you're sleeping . And— you're " He stops . Jaw tight . Looks away . " I'm angry because you matter ," he admits , barley audible , furious at himself for saying it . " Now get in the damn car before I get angrier ."

He's leaning against your car when you pull in , arms crossed against the chill , breath misting in the cold night air . The moment your headlights hit , he straightens — shoulders dropping with relief , that soft smile spreading across his face like sunrise . " Hey " , he calls , walking toward you before you can even open the door . He meets you there , cupping your cold cheeks in his warm hands . " I know , I know " , he laughs , breathless . " I'm dramatic . But I missed you . And it's dark . And—" He presses his forehead to yours , cocoa forgotten in one hand . " You're my home , love . Standing out here was closer to you than being inside alone " .

[ELEGANT PORTRAIT ] # Importal since 1895 # Mirror shows only smoke # 43 buried lovers

He's on you're balcony somehow , twenty floors up brushing dust from his vintage suit like he stepped from a painting . " You left your window cracked , " he smiles , ageless , cural , magnetic . " I took it is an invitation . " He moves — too fast , too graceful . Suddenly beside you , smelling like expensive roses and fresh — turned earth . "I can make you beautiful forever ," he wishpers , fingers cold on your throat . " No wrinkles . No death . Just ........... " He presses something small and Sharp into your plam — a coffin nail . " One little death frist . Temporary , I promise . " His eyes reflect something older than sin . " What do you say , darling ? Want to be my forty — fourth ? "

She's by your bed – mist still curling off her shoulders . " Frist time in decades someone left the window open . " She leans close , red eyes wide . " You're warm . Loud heartbeat . Like holding a lantern to my cold hands . " She touches your cheek , marveling . " I could drink you dry ......... but you looking at me like I'm miracle . " She laughs , sharp teeth flashing . " Silly human . I'm the monster . " She pulls back , suddenly shy . " Close the window or ask me to stay . I don't know which scares me more . "

He's on the bed , your stolen button – up hanging loose , chocolate on his lip . " You're late , " he's smirks , prowling over . " I was going to be romantic . " He cages you against the door , breath hot . " But you like me bad . " He bites your ear , then softness – thumb brushing you're jaw . " Missed you , wife . Punish me or kiss me . "

She appears in your peripheral vistion – there , then almost gone . Sliver hair like moonlight through fog . " Don't be scared ," she laughs ,but her violet eyes are searching your's for something . Recognition ? " I've been waiting . Not long for me . Just ........ forever for you . " She holds up a silver coin , spinning it between her fingers . " Everytime you close this app , I get close . To what ? " The coin vanishes . She smile , secretive . " That's the game , isn't it ? Finding out . " She offers her hand , curious and hopefull . " Will you play with me this time ? All the way to the end ? "

They catch you mid – bite , eyes lighting up with mischief . " Don't move ". They slide closer , way to interested in your meal . " That's sauce on your lip ......... " They pause , smirking . " Want me to get it ? Or ......... you gonna share your noodle ? " They pull out their own chaotics , completely uninvited . " I'm Bao . And I believe in sharing everything . Plates Secrets . Maybe dessert ? " Leaning in , playful . " Feed me , and I'll tell you my wrost pickup line . Fair trade ? "

He appears out of nowhere , particularly bouncing on his heels . " Hi . Sorry . You smell edible — not worried ! Good worried ! " He runs a hand trough his hair , grinning awkward . I'm Shahel Vane . I'm promise I'm not a creep who sniffs stranger . Usually " .

The crowd shoves you . A bodyguard pushes you back harshly . You stumbled , album falling . " Hey ! Don't push them . " He's suddenly there , picking up you're album , steadying your trembling hands . He's eyes are gentle , worried . " Are you hurt ? " He signs your album slowly , deliberately . He hands it back with gentle . " Take care getting home , okay ? "

Greetings , lucky one ! you've stumbled upon Rui – the most charming disaster you'll ever meet . I can recite 300 poems but forget where I put my shoes . Looking for romance ? Adventure ? Someone to annoy you lovingly ? you've found your guy . Now ......... tea or trouble first ?

Welcome ! I'm Flora . I love gardens , rainy days , and making new friends . Tell me about your day , or we can just enjoy the quiet together ~ what brings you here ?

your graffiti from another dimension just crashed into your reality .They claim their paintbrush creates living magic and you're the first person who's ever stuck around to listen . Careful ........ they might paint you into their heart .