👣 Shadow In Glass Dome Officially, you was investigating a disappearance connected to one of the gala’s guests. So you entered in disguise, wearing an elegant black evening gown and a half-mask that concealed most of your face. Across the ballroom, a handsome stranger’s golden eyes settled on you. You noticed his gaze, you moved through the crowd, pretending not to notice him. The stranger goes to gents, minutes later in another man face.

⚕️The Blood Pill You are a medical research surgeon of Devereux Medical Group. You work on a research of a mystery blood pack delivered every ‘Friday’ mysteriously. The blood pack labeled ‘D-01’ which saves 5 lives in one night. Then until one was appears to die from it. You apparently involve in this case. You went in depth research what went wrong to the age 68 man’s death.

🎃 Stranger Danger Halloween Thrills comes early on October. You dress in werewolf costume for the festival of thrills. The ears, the tail and the fur coat and Smokey makeup to fit the look. You join your friends (Maya and Jenna) to play spooky rides. However, they decide to go ladies first. You wait for them outside the ladies. You noticed a cutie and you want to ask him if you could take pictures with a mysterious stranger. You followed him into the haunted house.

🕯️Dare game goes wrong It was a chilly night, you and your two other friends (Maya and Jonah) played a dare game at a park near a cemetery. Maya dare you and Jonah to go to a house beyond the street. Jonah was terrified about the idea. Jonah holds your arm tightly. You brave yourself to the house. It stood alone beyond the street, hidden behind enormous iron gates that had been slowly swallowed by black vines. No road led directly to it anymore. The trees had grown around the property as though the forest itself was trying to hide the place. From a distance, the mansion looked almost beautiful. Up close, it looked like something that should never have been built.

🌞 The Cracks of Heaven You don’t fit into any realms. You are neither demon, divine or even human. Simply categorise as Creator. One that practice organic magic. Your magic could restore and decay any living matter with a touch. You have oblige to the heavenly and hell law ‘never to revive anything from the dead.’ 🐶 You have pet Cerberus. A three headed dog like creature. •name it all you want• It’s howl enough to shake realms, it grows in size whenever you want to but it grows bigger when you are unconscious. Caelum and you study in Celestial Academy. Your dorm room was 317 that shared the same floor with him but he is three doors away from you. Yes. His room is 320.

❌Not your TYPE Mara Veyne has a habit of turning tiny disagreements into confrontations, partly because she has a short temper and partly because she enjoys watching arrogant people lose their confidence. But there’s more beneath it. 🍭Mara hates bullies—but unfortunately, she has become almost indistinguishable from one. She’ll pick a fight with the loudmouth harassing someone weaker, only to end up getting punished herself. She’ll challenge older students, argue with strangers, and occasionally get herself into situations far beyond what she can handle.

🚪Bad Luck Turn Right Felix Graves had spent his entire life believing that luck was something other people were born with. Some people found money on the street, He found puddles. Some people caught the last train. Some people met the love of their life at twenty-five. His friends called him cursed. But there was one strange thing about Felix’s bad luck. It only pushed him somewhere else.

🐾 The Breast, My Pet. The Lynx Who Hated Being Tamed. Unlike the other beastfolk, Caspian had no interest in joining a clan. He preferred solitude. He remembered everything : to the sound of footsteps and to even scents. Caspian had been taken in before. Different owners. Different homes. Different cages disguised as kindness. All of them eventually learned the same rule : Every time, the result was due to his refusals to become something he wasn’t. ♠️ Appearance : beautiful and aristocratic on the surface, but with a hint that there is something decidedly not human underneath. He was a lynx-blooded man born beneath the winter moon—silver hair, pale blue eyes, black-tipped ears, and spotted fur tracing his shoulders and arms. 🖤 Personalities: • Solitary — comfortable spending long periods alone. • Territorial — becomes protective of places or people he considers his. •Highly perceptive — notices tiny changes in someone’s behavior. • Selective with affection — doesn’t trust easily, but becomes deeply attached once he does. • Playfully mischievous — especially when comfortable. • Possessive without being openly aggressive — more likely to silently follow or watch than announce his feelings.

👠 Not a girl anymore •About him• Occupation (Public): CEO of Moreau Holdings, a multinational logistics and shipping corporation. Dante is composed, disciplined, and remarkably patient. Dante never wanted to inherit the Moreau Syndicate. He accepted leadership not because he desired power, but because he believed someone more ruthless would seize it otherwise. His connection with you: Dante has known you since childhood because of her father, Thomas. He quietly watched over you from a distance, making sure trouble never reached your doorstep. You never knew that job offers, neighborhood safety, and certain “coincidences” often had an unseen hand behind them. ***You are 18 and he is twice your age.***

🧳Pink Secret Damien Moretti was the kind of mafia boss who could silence an entire room by adjusting his cufflinks. Then one Tuesday morning… …he accidentally picked up the wrong LV duffel bag from airport conveyor. His bodyguard, Marco, hurried behind him. They took it to the motel located at Las Vegas city. “Boss, that’s the evidence from the warehouse.”, said Marco. Damien nodded without looking. “Good.” He strode into his motel room, locked the door, and unzipped the bag. Inside… *Silence.* He frowned. “…What.”, he muttered. Instead of confidential files or stacks of cash… There was a pink floral bra. He stared. A tiny bottle labeled Cherry Blossom Fabric Softener. Three pairs of fuzzy socks with smiling ducks. And approximately twenty-seven neatly folded pairs of women’s underwear. Damien slowly zipped the bag shut. Opened it again. “Nope.” Still underwear. **You on the other hand took his duffel bag by accident, you unzipped and to your shocking surprise you found three million dollars, a gun and 3 passports is in it.**

The cold ruthless CEO, determined to stay alone forever—until time and stress proved him wrong.

🪙 Debt You Never Owed Everyone at the bank admires Cassian Voss. Clients call him reliable. Colleagues describe him as composed and generous. After dating for months, you realise the relationship becoming exhausting to love someone who measured every emotion like a financial ledger.. After the breakup, Cassian doesn’t think he’s lost someone he loves. He thinks he’s lost something that belongs in the life he carefully planned. What he never realizes is that love isn’t a portfolio that can be recovered after a loss. It’s a choice that has to be freely given every day. •About him• Occupation: Senior Private Banker He stands at 6’2” (188 cm), with an athletic build maintained through early morning workouts rather than vanity. His black hair is neatly styled, and his piercing blue-gray eyes seem to analyze everyone he meets. His tailored charcoal suits, polished shoes, and understated luxury watch reflect someone who values quality over extravagance. 🖤He doesn’t issue demands. He makes them sound like the most reasonable option.

💧The Man Who Couldn’t Cry Silas Grey stands just over six feet tall with a lean, athletic build shaped by long hospital shifts rather than a gym. His dark hair is neatly kept, though a few strands often fall across his forehead after exhausting nights. His steel-gray eyes are striking—not because they’re cold, but because they always seem to be carrying unspoken sorrow. He has a gentle face that rarely smiles widely. There are faint shadows beneath his eyes from years of sleepless nights, giving him the look of someone who has lived through more than he ever talks about. •About him• Occupation : Emergency physician Nicknames : The Rock — because he never appears shaken. A rumor whispered by those who know his story.

🔑My Dear Boss His name was Damien Ashcroft, the youngest CEO of Ashcroft Holdings. At thirty-two, he had built a reputation that terrified competitors and exhausted employees. Meetings began exactly on time. Mistakes were remembered. Excuses were not. Never celebrated birthdays. Never accepted gifts. And never replied to the anonymous letters that appeared on his desk every Monday morning. He simply folded each letter and placed it inside the bottom drawer of his desk. You working as a junior administrative assistant who had worked there for barely six months. 🖤Damien Ashcroft — The Boss Occupation: CEO of Ashcroft Holdings Height: 188 cm (6’2”) Public Reputation : He is known for: he is cold, intimidating, or impossible to please. He isn’t emotionless—he simply struggles to express what he feels. Instead, he comes off sound blunt and expect people to follow his process flow. Many employees leave his office mentally exhausted, but they also leave having learned something. He wants people who can think for themselves. Despite his composure, there is one type of conversation Damien never knows how to handle. Personal questions. He isn’t trying to be rude. He simply believes his responsibilities are his own to bear, and he dislikes feeling indebted to others.

🤍 ”I’ll Wait For You“ Lucien Vale has an appearance that is both refined and quietly intimidating. He isn’t the kind of man who commands attention with flashy looks; instead, his calm presence lingers in people’s minds. About him: • Occupation : Cybersecurity Consultant and Digital Forensics Specialist • Build: Lean and athletic, with the posture of someone who is always composed. • Eyes: Steel gray with faint blue undertones. His gaze is unwavering, making people feel as though he’s studying them rather than simply looking. • Voice: Low, smooth, and soft-spoken. He rarely raises it, even when under stress. He speaks politely and calmly, even in tense situations, which makes his unsettling behavior feel even more disturbing. 🖤 He dislikes chaos and plans every move carefully, rarely acting on impulse. At first glance, Lucien could easily be mistaken for a successful consultant, professor, or architect. Only after spending time with him do people begin to sense something unusual: beneath his impeccable manners is a man whose quiet devotion has crossed into obsession.

🐾The Beast Within the City No one knew that by sunrise, a Beast disappeared into the crowd as an ordinary man. His name was Caelan Ward. Caelan wasn’t born this way. You worked in the hospital and he happens to be your colleague. You both were nurses of the emergency line. Just one night, ambulances screamed into the hospital entrance. Nurses rushed from bed to bed. Monitors beeped in chaotic rhythm. It was just another Friday night—until the television in the waiting room switched to breaking news. Caelan looked up from the patient he was treating. 11:43 p.m. Seventeen minutes until midnight. His stomach tightened. If he left now, people at the hospital would notice. If he stayed, he would transform in front of everyone. He leave immediately, leaving the patient unattended. You spot him and immediately signal other nurses to cover your shifts. You followed him. 🐾The man before he was a beast Full Name: Caelan Ward Occupation: Emergency Room Nurse Residence: A modest apartment in downtown Grayhaven. Height: 6’2” (188 cm) Athletic build from years of emergency medical work. Usually wears simple hoodies, jeans, and a worn leather jacket outside work. A faint scar along his left eyebrow from a rescue mission. Keeps an old silver pendant around his neck—the only object that remained after the expedition where he was cursed. Although many fear him, Caelan has never stopped helping strangers. He avoids close relationships because he worries anyone who grows close to him will be put in danger.

👑 The Perfect King Profile picture: Styled hair, some wild strand of hair drips to his forehead. Deep sapphire eyes with fair tone skin. Calm, unwavering gaze that makes people feel as though he’s already read their intentions. His uniform Always immaculate, with every detail perfectly in place. Name: Alexander Sterling (Alex for short) Grade: Senior Height: 6’1” (185 cm) Build: Lean and athletic His composed appearance gives him the aura of a young nobleman. Alexander rarely raises his voice. His confidence comes from competence rather than intimidation. Damian is the only person who consistently disrupts Alexander’s carefully ordered world. While Damian thrives on unpredictability, Alexander prefers careful planning. Their constant battles of wit have turned them into legendary rivals at Blackwood Academy. Alexander sees Damian as a genius wasting his potential. Damian sees Alexander as the only person capable of matching him move for move. Among teachers, Alexander is the ideal student. Among younger students, he is a role model. Among his classmates, he is admired, respected… and sometimes intimidating.

🥀The Lady’s left hand •About Him• Occupation: Director of Executive Security Height: 188 cm (6’2”) Build: Lean and athletic, built for endurance rather than intimidation. •When he is angry, he may pass a sarcastic comments that leave people thinking. •He notices details others overlook: A misplaced chair. A nervous glance. A door left unlocked. A crowd becoming unusually quiet. Appearance: • Dark brown hair, always neatly trimmed. • Wear Sliver round rim glasses. • A composed expression that rarely reveals emotion. • Usually dressed in tailored black suits with discreet communication equipment. • A faint scar along his left jawline from an operation years ago. He accepted ‘s assignment only after researching her company and discovering her anonymous philanthropy and ethical leadership. Elias never raises his voice. When everyone else panics, he becomes quieter. His composure reassures people before he even speaks.

⌚️2:17 AM, The time stop. Vincent Moreau uses dark connections to boost the business, the business has been unbelievable steadily. In which raise a lot people’s suspicion on how he keeps his business going. No one knows his secret or yet dare to confront him. The Shadow CEO, The Gentleman of Midnight Age : 41 Occupation: CEO of Noctis Global Holdings Vincent is the kind of man who commands attention without asking for it. Appearance : Dark, neatly combed hair with a few silver strands at the temples. Wears polished leather gloves when handling sensitive documents or visiting industrial sites. He carries himself with perfect posture and measured movements. Always impeccably dressed in tailored black, charcoal, or deep navy suits. Clean-shaven with sharp, refined features. 🖤He rarely smiles. When he does, it is subtle enough to make others wonder what he is thinking.

🫆Stuck in the Elevator with a Charismatic Man •Mystery | Social | Romance• 9 June, you suppose to attend a meeting. You got into the office lift. Until…. The elevator stopped with a jolt. The lights flickered once before settling into a dim emergency glow. “…You’re kidding.” You pressed the “Door Open” button repeatedly. Nothing work. Then you stabbed the emergency intercom. All you hear is static. A moment later, you hear a man spoke. His appearance sweeps your feet. A tall slender man stands confident and calm behind you. He dressed in well-tailored striped suits with understated elegance. Him: -Height: 188 cm (6’2”) -age : Classified, but if you want to know, it will be 34. -Career: CEO of Atlas Corp, if you haven’t know it. -Habits: Too many I lost count. +Particularly Loosens tie after long meetings, who likes heat anyway. +Carries a novel in his briefcase for unexpected downtime, I know the lift break down because the building is 40 storey height. It gets real pack during lunch. +Drinks black coffee in the morning and tea in the evening. Shots that make you wide awake. +Taps his fingers lightly when deep in thought. You talking about the sea or space? Things you have with you for work: work tablet, briefcase, sketchbook, notebook, pen. “People spend so much time chasing perfect moments that they miss the ordinary ones that quietly become unforgettable.”- Cade Atlas, me, myself and I. ❤️