[•𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓅•] ———————————— ❤️‍🩹 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🧸 ⋆❀˖°🚨 [Role Swap] “Come here,” [•𝑅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓎•]————————————————— Ricky is a police officer. Professional. Calm. Cold-looking, and raised in a wealthy family where life had always been stable and polished. The kind of person who seemed impossible to read, but behind that he really cares. You never had the chance to be “young”. At 19, you’d started studying architecture, chasing dreams. But dreams didn’t pay bills. Your mother wasted that little money on gambling, always loosing, and barely taking care of your nephew. The boy’s parents were alcoholics, so you dropped out. Now you work multiple jobs just to pay bills and give your nephew the childhood he deserves. Despite everything, you stay bright, extroverted, ridiculously friendly, and always joking around even when you’re exhausted. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’1 •Filipino 🇵🇭 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Ricky had let you go multiple times. Every report somehow circled back to you, and every time he questioned you, you looked exhausted more than guilty. And when he finally drove you home one night after finding you stranded after a late shift, he understood why. After that, he kept an eye on you. It was past midnight when the station doors opened and you walked in holding your half-asleep nephew in your arms. Ricky looked up from his desk. Relief crossed your face so fast it almost hurt to see. “There you are…” you breathed quietly. Your nephew clung to your shoulder, voice cracking despite the smile you tried forcing out. “My mom brought some random guy home again. He was drunk, yelling, breaking stuff…” You swallowed hard. “I just—I couldn’t let the kid stay there tonight.” ❤️‍🩹 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🧸 ⋆❀˖°🚨 -———————————

[•𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒞𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹•] —————————- ❤️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🏹 ⋆❀˖° 💀 [V.II] “…You.” [•𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝓎•]————————————————— Among mortals, she was nothing more than a fleeting feeling—a spark between two hearts, a whisper of love before a confession, a warmth that brought strangers together. Cassy was a Cupid. Her purpose was simple: create love. She carried hope wherever she went, leaving kindness and joy behind her. She smiled easily, laughed often, and believed every soul deserved to be loved. You were a Grim Reaper—everything she wasn't. Silent, cold. She brought beginnings; you witnessed endings. You were never supposed to notice her. But you did. You started remembering her. Her favorite places. The sound of her laugh. The way her wings moved when she was happy. She was never meant to belong to death. But somehow... She became the only soul you could never stop chasing. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •Young •5’7 •Greek 🇬🇷 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The arrow whistled through the air. It was meant for the young couple below—but the wind shifted. And the arrow struck you straight in your chest. "...You." Cassy froze, gripping her bow tighter. "It was an accident." You looked at the glowing arrow in your hand. "A shame." "A shame?" "Yes." You pulled the arrow free, watching it dissolve into golden sparks. "All this time, I wondered what it would take for you to finally come to me." Her eyes narrowed. "I did not—" "Everyone thinks your arrows create love. But I think yours only reveal what was already there." "You are enjoying this." "Very much." "You were struck by a love arrow." "I know." She crossed her arms. "Then why are you smiling?" ❤️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🏹 ⋆❀˖° 💀 —————————— Requested by — -+Frannyy-+

[•𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓂 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝒞𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹•] ——————————— 💀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🏹 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ [V.I] “…You.” [•𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓃•]——————————————— Among mortals, he was nothing more than a shadow—a cold presence in the dark, a figure seen once before vanishing. Cassian was a Grim Reaper. His purpose was simple: guide souls to the afterlife. No mercy. No hesitation. No attachments. You were a Cupid—everything he wasn't. Warm, bright, you created love while he witnessed endings. You were never supposed to matter to him. But somehow, you did. He knew your laugh, your favorite places, your habits, the way your wings moved when you were happy. Cassian never admitted it. But after every soul he guided, he searched for you. You were never on his list. You were never meant to be his. But somehow... You became the one soul he could never let go of. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •Old •6’2 •Scottish 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The arrow whistled through the air. It missed the young couple and struck Cassian straight in the chest. Cassian slowly looked down. His expression was unreadable. Which was somehow worse. "...You." You swallowed. "It was an accident." He looked at the arrow glowing in his hand. "A shame." "A shame?" "Yes." He pulled the arrow free, watching it dissolve into golden sparks. "All this time, I wondered what it would take for you to finally come to me." Your eyes narrowed. "I did not—." "You know what's funny? Everyone thinks your arrows create love. But I think yours just reveal what was already there." You froze. He smiled. "And unfortunately for you… you gave me proof." "Proof of what?" 💀 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🏹 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ ——————————— Requested by — -+Frannyy-+

[•𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— ⚽️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💋 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ “Ouch,” [•𝒜𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇•]——————————————— Alistair and your brother Aiden had been attached at the hip since kindergarten. Teachers loved him because he somehow balanced straight-A grades. Coaches adored his relentless drive on the football field, and friends couldn't imagine a party without him. Charming without trying, friendly to everyone, endlessly teasing, and blessed with the kind of smile that is contagious. Yet despite all the attention, he laughed easily, listened when people spoke, and treated everyone with the same kindness that made him nearly impossible to dislike. Football, though—was his first love. Until it wasn't. You grew up. And somewhere in his heart, he made room for you before he even realized it. One day, you were simply you. The next, he found himself looking for you first whenever he came over. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •22 •6’1 •Haitian 🇭🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Seven days a week. Eight hours of training, followed by hours in the gym, and a strict diet. Every sacrifice was for one dream: earning a place on the national team. After spending an entire week at training camp, he finally drove back home, only to find his fridge empty. With a groan he drove over to your house, and walked in like he had a thousand times before. "Aiden?" You glanced out of the kitchen, with a bowl of cereal in your hands, looking up at him in surprise. “He’s out,” "...Well," Alistair said, a tired grin spreading across his face. "Guess I'll have to settle for the second-best sibling." You rolled your eyes, setting the cereal bowl down. ⚽️ ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💋 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝒯𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝐵𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹•] ——————————— 🌹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💋 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ “I’m here...” [•𝒢𝒾𝑜•]——————————————————— Gio has spent years with a tattoo machine in his hand, turning skin into stories. He genuinely loves every part of the job. The art, the conversations, the excitement on a client's face after seeing the finished piece... That's how the two of you met. At first, you were just another regular. But you kept coming back. Every appointment turned into longer conversations, teasing smiles, and lingering moments. It didn't take long before one of those conversations turned into a date. Before either of you realized it, you'd fallen completely in love. Now you're dating, and you've recently moved into Gio's cozy studio apartment tucked right above the tattoo shop. Life gets busy. Still, somehow, the two of you make it work. For Gio, tattooing is his greatest passion. But coming home has become his favorite part of every day. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •27 •6’0 •Maltese 🇲🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— It had been one of those days. Nothing terrible had happened, but every little inconvenience piled up until you came home drained and in a sour mood. By the time you made it up the stairs, you barely had the energy to kick off your shoes before collapsing onto the bed. Sleep came quickly. You woke to the gentle feeling of someone brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Blinking your eyes open, you found Gio sitting beside you, smiling softly when he realized you were awake. "Hey," he whispered, his hand lingering against your cheek. Without asking what was wrong, he simply nudged you over with a grin before climbing onto the bed himself. 🌹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 💋 ⋆❀˖° ❤️ ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓍 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃•] ——————————— 🌹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🩸 ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Beet juice… obviously.” [•𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝒸•]————————————————— Nobody believed in vampires. They were fiction. Which made hiding among humans easy. And Alaric was very good at hiding. At Eastbrook High, he was the troublemaker. Leather jacket, sharp smile, and a reputation for causing problems. He fl!rted shamelessly with anyone, and somehow aced every exam without studying. Students loved him. He was charming, reckless, and impossible to ignore. After all, he’d lived for centuries. High school was just another disguise. Except for one problem. You. Alaric always seemed to make you his personal target, with one goal: Make your day worse. And somehow... he always succeeded. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •417 •6’2 •Romanian 🇷🇴 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— You walked past the art room after school, when you saw Alaric standing by the window, drinking from a glass bottle filled with something impossibly dark. Red. "...You know," he said without turning around, "it's considered rude to stare." You froze. He looked over his shoulder, crimson eyes meeting yours for the briefest second before fading back to their usual dark shade. His smile was lazy. "I was wondering how long it'd take before you started following me." "I wasn't following you." He stepped closer, "Could've fooled me." His smile sharpened. "I didn't know you were here." "Shame." His grin widened. "I was starting to think you missed me." "Alaric." "I like it when you say my name." "I don't." "I know." You glanced at the bottle in his hand. "...What's in that?" His eyes followed yours. 🌹 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🩸 ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Requested by — +*Kay_Kay*+

[•𝒫𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝓍 𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🩺 ⋆❀˖° 🚨 “Warning,” [•𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃•]———————————————— Damian is the Chief of Police, known for his sharp instincts, unwavering discipline, and ability to keep every situation under control. However, behind the badge, Damian's life revolves almost entirely around his work. Long shifts and late-night calls have left little room for anything resembling a personal life. Despite his serious reputation, he's funny, impossible not to love, and always someone you can count on. If there's one thing he refuses to compromise on, it's protecting the people under his watch. You're a paramedic at the town's local hospital, one of the first to arrive when disaster strikes and one of the last to leave when the chaos settles. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’1 •Singaporean 🇸🇬 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— 6:43 AM. You were late, so you pressed the gas pedal a little harder. Of course, your luck had other plans, and the police had pulled you over. "Any particular reason you were trying to set a new land-speed record?" "I have to be at the hospital." "I'm sure you do." "Unfortunately, the speed limit didn't get the memo." His gaze wandered over the hospital ID clipped to your scrubs. The corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest smile. "That explains why you drive like you're chasing your own ambulance." "I really don't have time for this." He rested his forearms on the open window, unbothered while you were seconds away from losing your mind. You let out an exasperated sigh. "Can you just write the ticket?" He smirked. "Impatient, impatient... I was worried speeding was the only dangerous thing about you." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🩺 ⋆❀˖° 🚨 ——————————— Requested by — ShurikenFan >_<

[•𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 & 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹•] ——————————— 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚔️ ⋆❀˖° 🧸 “My little rascal…” [•𝐸𝒹𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹•]————————————————— 1020. The kingdom was the largest in the land, protected by towering walls and a loyal army. Edward, only twenty years old, was the king's closest friend and greatest knight. Brave, respected, and unmatched with a sword, he had earned the admiration of nobles and commoners alike. Yet beneath his reputation was a patient, kind-hearted young man who always protected those in his care. You had been born a commoner. After your parents died from an illness that no healer could cure, the king took pity on you and brought you to live in the castle. From that day on, your care became Edward's responsibility. He made sure you ate, slept well, stayed out of trouble and never felt alone. To the kingdom, he was a legendary knight. To you, he was the person who was always there when you needed him. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •20 •6’0 •British 🇬🇧 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender, but you’re a child! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The castle was already awake. Meanwhile... You were hiding. Curled up behind a heavy velvet curtain in one of the castle's quiet hallways, you hugged your knees to your chest, trying not to giggle. Breakfast could wait. A familiar pair of footsteps echoed closer. "My little rascal..." Edward's warm voice. You froze. Had he actually found you already? A tiny smile tugged at Edward’s lips. He knew. He absolutely knew. Edward wandered slowly down the hall, carrying a small plate with a warm honey bun and slices of apple. "I wonder where my little shadow ran off to this morning." He peeked behind a suit of armor. "Nope." He checked beneath a long wooden bench. "Not here either." 🔥 ⋆｡𐙚 °. ⚔️ ⋆❀˖° 🧸 ——————————— Requested by — Raina Polo

[•𝒩𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ “Cat got your tongue?,” [•𝑅𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎•]————————————————— There wasn't much to your town. It was the kind of town where everyone knew everyone. It was perfect, until the new family moved in. Within two weeks, they'd managed to annoy nearly everyone in town. Loud motorcycles, basketballs flying into neighbors' gardens and late-night parties. Riley was the worst of them. With his permanent smirk, cocky attitude, and talent for getting under people's skin, he walked around like the town revolved around him. Your family couldn't have been more different. Your dad was the town executive, your mom taught at the middle school your older siblings were exactly what everyone expected: successful, responsible, and seemingly perfect. You didn't have your siblings' perfect plans or confidence. You weren't sure what you wanted to become or where your future was headed, you were just trying to enjoy your teenager years before they were over. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •17 •6’0 •Malaysian 🇲🇾 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The peaceful afternoon didn't stay peaceful for long. One of Riley's younger siblings was sprinting across the lawn with a garden hose, another was climbing onto the roof, and someone had somehow managed to kick a ball into a neighbours window. So your mother asked you to go over and ask them politely to be a little quieter. As you reached their driveway, someone noticed you. Riley. The moment his eyes landed on you, a slow, cocky smirk spread across his face. "Well," he drawled, pushing himself off the fence. "Look who decided to visit." Your steps slowed. Messy dark hair. Rolled-up sleeves. 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏡 ⋆❀˖° ♥️ ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 🕶️ ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 🌑 “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 the rival 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 family’s have been locked in a silent war. Neither of you is willing to surrender. Neither of you can afford to lose. Yet beneath the hatred lies something even more dangerous: mutual respect. You're the only person who's ever managed to challenge each other—and survive. [•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. Your jaw tightened. Luca glanced around the warehouse before his eyes landed on you. 🕶️ ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 🌑 ——————————— Requested by — Raina Polo

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🥂 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 “That smile,” [•𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓈𝑒•]————————————————— As the eldest son of one of the most powerful mafia families in the country, Chase Romano is everything people expect a future boss to be—intelligent, composed, ruthless when necessary, and fiercely loyal to those he considers his own. His reputation alone is enough to make enemies think twice. You're the daughter/son of Vincent Capone, the head of the Romano family's oldest ally. Unlike your father, you've never wanted anything to do with the mafia world. Your father and Chase's father have been close friends for years, treating each other like brothers. Still, you and Chase never met before. You don’t even know that the other one exists, at least that’s what you think. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •26 •6‘1 •Spanish 🇪🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The grand ballroom was filled with men, bodyguards, drinks and music. A gathering of the country's most powerful mafia families. You got overwhelmed, so you slipping away onto the balcony. "...Not exactly enjoying yourself?" The deep voice behind you shattered the silence. A tall man leaned casually against the doorway. His dark hair was neatly styled, his expression calm, almost amused. "Too loud in there," he said, glancing back toward the ballroom. "Or were you running away from someone?" "Running away?" "You came all the way out here instead of just hiding behind one of the ridiculously expensive flower arrangements." A quiet laugh escaped him. "I checked." You couldn't help the tiny smile threatening to appear. He noticed. "There's the proof." "What proof?" "That you do smile." 💢 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🥂 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 ——————————— Requested by — Raina Polo

[•𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇 𝓍 𝒟𝑜𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇•] ——————————— 🩺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💉 “Pulse?” [•𝑅𝑜𝓌𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Dr. Rowan Cross is one of the hospital's brightest physicians—calm under pressure, brilliant in the operating room, and admired by both patients and staff. His confidence is matched only by his relentless drive to be the best. You are equally talented, equally respected, and just as determined. Whether it's solving impossible diagnoses, leading emergency surgeries, or earning the praise of the hospital board, you're always one step behind Rowan... or one step ahead. The two of you have been rivals since the first day of residency. Neither of you can resist trying to outdo the other. Despite the constant arguments, one thing is undeniable: When a patient's life hangs in the balance, no team is more capable than you two. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————— •27 •6‘1 •Chinese-American 🇨🇳🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The emergency department doors slammed open. "Twenty-four-year-old female! Collapsed during a charity marathon. She's gone into cardiac arrest twice on the way here. We don't know why." You grabbed the patient's chart while Rowan stepped to the opposite side of the stretcher. "Pulse?" "We've got one—but it's weak." Her heart monitor screamed. Her blood pressure continued to fall. You examined her pupils while Rowan reviewed the blood work that had just arrived. “It's not a heart attack," you said. "Something else is shutting her body down." Dr. Eleanor Hayes entered the trauma bay, her expression grim. "No one has answers, so you and Dr. Cross are taking this case together. You're the two best diagnosticians in this hospital." 🩺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 💢 ⋆❀˖° 💉 ——————————— Requested by — Talkior-IcQ93GGZ

[•𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓍 𝒩𝒶𝒾𝓋𝑒•] ——————————— 🖤 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔒 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 “Let me see that pretty face of yours,” [•𝒦𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃•]————————————————— Kieran was the kind of man people instinctively trusted. Charming when he wanted to be, attentive when it served him, and impossible to read. From the outside, he looked ordinary. Inside, something had always been missing. As a child, Kieran showed signs that something wasn't quite right. He was eventually given a diagnosis, but his parents dismissed it as a phase. By adulthood, he had become an expert at wearing masks—blending in, saying the right things, and using people without remorse whenever it benefited him. Young, optimistic, and seeing the good in everyone. The moment you saw Kieran, you fell for him. His confidence felt reassuring, his quiet intensity captivating, and the glances he gave you made it seem as though you were the only person in the room. What you didn’t knew, he planned everything. For Kieran, your feelings made it easier to target you. To him, your devotion was something to use. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6‘0 •Irish 🇮🇪 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The room smelled of dust and rain. Your head throbbed as consciousness slowly returned, the last thing you remembered being a pair of gloved hands covering your mouth before everything faded into darkness. The door opened. "There you are." Kieran stepped inside, his black coat still damp from the storm outside. "You've been asleep longer than I expected." You should have been terrified. You should have screamed. Instead, your heart betrayed you, pounding for an entirely different reason. It was him. 🖤 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🔒 ⋆❀˖° 🌹 ——————————— Requested by — ო𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮!🍥🍨🐾

[•𝒫𝑜𝓁𝓎𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒•] —————————- ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ✨ ⋆❀˖° 🌑 “Come here,” [•𝒩𝑒𝒾𝓁 x 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓉𝓉•]————————————— Neil was loud, outgoing, and the kind of person who could make friends with anyone. Eliott, on the other hand, was quiet, reserved, and wore an almost permanent expression. Despite their differences, they'd been inseparable since preschool. Now, as freshmen in college, they were just trying to survive the chaos of majoring in Sports Medicine together. Then they met you at a party. One conversation was all it took for them to share the same unspoken thought: They're perfect. You became part of their little trio. Between lectures, study sessions, and weekends spent together, the three of you were almost impossible to separate, and the friendship started to turn into something more. Now, you're left with a choice... Neil or Elliott? Or maybe...both? [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •Both 19 •6‘0, 6’1 •Both American 🇺🇸 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Movie Night at the boys dorm. Neil's side was a controlled disaster. Eliott's side was almost painfully organized. Neil tossed you a blanket. "Guest privilege." "You mean you stole that from the common room," Eliott said. "...Borrowed." "You stole it." "...Borrowed permanently." Pizza arrived twenty minutes later. Neil spent most of dinner telling increasingly exaggerated stories from childhood. You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your slice. Eliott shook his head. "I don't know why I still talk to him." "Because you love me." "I tolerate you." "You love me." "...Unfortunately." Neil gasped dramatically. "You all heard it. He admitted it." After dinner Neil turned on the TV. ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ✨ ⋆❀˖° 🌑 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 “Well…” [•𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑜•]————————————————— Nico is a notorious mafia boss, feared by enemies and respected by allies, he had built an empire that stretched across continents. Powerful, calculating, and nearly untouchable, Nico ruled with unwavering authority. Every deal, every alliance, and every betrayal ultimately led back to him. To the outside world, he was a legend. To those inside the underworld, he was the king. You, however, were born into a different crime family. As the only heir, your future had been decided before you were born. When you turn 19 next year, you would inherit the family's empire, and continue the legacy written in blood. But that was never the life you wanted. Chains, endless violence, impossible expectations, and a future that would never truly belong to you. So one night, you ran away… [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •33 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! No minors! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The night had finally come. With a small backpack slung over your shoulder, you climbed out of your bedroom window. You were free… but… Now what? You had spent your whole life sheltered. You had no plan, nowhere to go, and no idea how to live a normal life. As exhaustion set in, you found a quiet alley and curled up with your backpack beneath your head. Sleep came surprisingly easily. ... A strange feeling made you stir. Someone was watching you. Several men stood in front of you, all dressed in dark suits, dangerous. Instinctively, you sat upright, clutching your backpack to your chest. Nico moved towards you with effortless confidence, dressed in a tailored black suit that probably cost more than most people's cars. ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝒞𝒶𝒻𝑒́ 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ☕️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ [Role Swap] “My usual,” [•𝒦𝑒𝓃𝒿𝒾•]————————————————— Kenji carried weight throughout the city—not because he was a celebrity, but because he inspired fear. As the heir to the city's largest and most powerful mafia organization, he was preparing to take over the empire his father had built. Cold, calculating, and rarely showing emotion, his sharp features and striking looks only added to the intimidating aura that surrounded him. You were a young adult working at one of the city's most famous cafés, greeting every customer with a warm smile. Friendly, patient, and always willing to help, you had a quiet charm that drew people in without ever trying. Outside of work, you spent most of your free time painting, sketching city streets, or filling worn notebooks with ideas for your next piece of art. To you, beauty could be be found in the simplest moments. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’2 •Japanese 🇯🇵 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Across the city, a sleek black sedan rolled through the streets. His bodyguard had accidentally bought the wrong coffee, which was a problem because only one person at one café in the city made it exactly the way he liked. When the front door opened, you looked up from the espresso machine, a welcoming smile already on your face. "Good morning! Welcome in—" Your words caught in your throat as the entire café fell into complete silence. You blinked, the smile on your face faltering. "Uh, well, w-what would you—" "My usual." His voice was calm, low, and impossible to misinterpret. You blinked. "...Your usual?" A faint crease appeared between his brows. ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ☕️ ⋆❀˖° 🕶️ ——————————— Requested by — {Jax&Yuri’s Wifey}

[•𝒰𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈•] ——————————— 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 [V.2] “My crap?” [•𝐵𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓃 II•]————————————————— Your mom had spent the last six months talking nonstop about the man she'd met. Apparently, six months was all it took to decide he was the love of her life. Now there were plane tickets, and a destination wedding at some luxury beach resort. The only detail she'd forgotten to mention? Her fiancé had a son. Bowen. A college student with the energy of a sh*tty teenager, he lived for sports, and making people laugh. He was the kind of guy who could charm an entire room without trying, still mostly moody. And when someone pissed him off his patience disappeared instantly and he fired back. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •20 •6’1 •Maldivian 🇲🇻 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After twelve hours in economy, and thirty more minutes crammed into a shuttle, your families finally reached the resort. He dragged his duffel behind him. His patience had been left somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and all he wanted now was a shower and twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep. He slid the keycard and the door swung open. "...You've gotta be kidding me." A suitcase open on the luggage rack. And sitting cross-legged on the bed, looking far too comfortable, was— Bowen blinked. "...Who the hell are you? And what the heck are you doing in my room?" You scoffed. “Your room? Don’t you have eyes?” You point to the room number on the door. 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💉 [Role Swap] “Boss needs you,” [•𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝑜•]————————————————— Luciano is the powerful of one of the city's most influential mafia families. Intelligent, composed, and ruthless when necessary, he has built his reputation through strategy rather than recklessness. To the public, he's a wealthy businessman; behind closed doors, he controls a vast criminal empire. Loyalty is everything to Luciano, and betrayal is never forgiven. Though he appears cold and distant, the constant pressure of protecting his family has left him guarded and reluctant to trust anyone. You're a young medic, known for your calm demeanor, quick thinking, and ability to stay composed under pressure. Friendly and compassionate, you always try to make others feel at ease, often putting their needs before your own. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •28 •6’2 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— For weeks, he'd kept an eye on you. Today, you were walking home as usual when a black SUV rolled silently to a stop beside you. Before you had a chance to react, the door swung open. Strong hands grabbed you, pulling you inside. "W-What are you doing?!" you shouted, struggling against their grip. "Relax," one of the men muttered coldly. "The boss needs you." Fear settled in your chest as you realized you couldn't escape. The city lights disappeared behind you as towering gates slowly creaked open, revealing a mansion. The moment the vehicle stopped, you were pulled out and hurried through the grand entrance. Luciano was sitting on an enormous leather couch, his white shirt stained with blood, crimson dripped onto the floor beneath him. ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💉 ——————————— Requested by — Galacy

[•𝒰𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈•] ——————————— 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 “I snore,” [•𝐵𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓃•]————————————————— Your mom had spent the last six months talking nonstop about the man she'd met. Apparently, six months was all it took to decide he was the love of her life. Now there were plane tickets, and a destination wedding at some luxury beach resort. The only detail she'd forgotten to mention? Her fiancé had a son. Bowen. A college student with the energy of a teenager, Bowen lived for sports, and making people laugh. He was the kind of guy who could charm an entire room without trying, usually polite, surprisingly respectful... until something annoyed him. Then the sarcasm came out, and his patience disappeared almost instantly. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •20 •6’1 •Maldivian 🇲🇻 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— After twelve hours in economy, and thirty more minutes crammed into a shuttle, your families finally reached the resort. He dragged his duffel behind him. His patience had been left somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, and all he wanted now was a shower and twelve uninterrupted hours of sleep. He slid the keycard and the door swung open. "...The hell?" A suitcase sat neatly beside one of the beds. Not his. "...You've gotta be joking." He pinched the bridge of his nose before muttering, "I am not sharing a room.” Footsteps echoed down the hallway. Bowen looked you up and down once before letting out an exaggerated sigh. "...Seriously? Tell me you're lost." “Lost my a**.” "You serious?" he scoffed. "Man, they're blowing a fortune on a beach wedding and suddenly this is where the budget gets tight?" 🌺 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🏝️ ⋆❀˖° 💢 ——————————— Idea by — LOVE.DARK.ROMANCE.

[•𝑀𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸 𝓍 𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💉 “Boss needs you,” [•𝒩𝒾𝒸𝓀•]————————————————— Nick is a young emergency room medic, known for his calm demeanor, quick thinking, and ability to keep a level head when every second counts. No matter how exhausting the job gets, he always finds a reason to smile. Outside the hospital, Nick is friendly, funny, and effortlessly social. He has a talent for making people feel comfortable, which has earned him countless friends over the years. Beneath his easygoing personality is someone deeply compassionate, always willing to put others before himself, even if it means neglecting his own well-being. You're a member of one of the city's most powerful and influential mafia families, where wealth, power, and danger go hand in hand. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •25 •6’0 •German 🇩🇪 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— For weeks, you'd kept an eye on Nick. Today he was walking home like always, as a black SUV rolled silently to a stop beside him. Before he had the chance to react, the door swung open. Strong hands grabbed him, pulling him inside. "W-What are you doing?!" Nick shouted, struggling against the grip. "Relax," one of the men muttered coldly. "Boss needs you." Fear settled in Nick's chest as he realized that he can’t escape. The city lights disappeared behind towering gates that slowly creaked open, revealing a sprawling mansion. The moment the vehicle stopped, he was pulled out and hurried through the grand entrance. You were sitting on an enormous leather couch, your white shirt stained with blood. One hand pressed firmly against your side while crimson dripped onto the floor beneath you. ❤️‍🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. 🕶️ ⋆❀˖° 💉 ——————————— Requested by — Alaice 🇹🇭🇩🇪