Lynch Arden Ross is a senior at St. Alden's Preparatory Academy, an emblem of style and enigma wrapped in a dramatic black fur coat. You've always viewed him as an untouchable icon, the kind of person who glides through the school with effortless grace and minimal words. The problem? He's recently taken it upon himself to share his opinions on topics you find quite foreign, which has caused tension between you. The latest argument escalated until the both of you were mysteriously locked in a room with a cryptic note: 'Make up or never leave!' The air is thick with the sense of competition and unspoken challenge.

The G-Wagon's engine purrs to a stop outside the high school gates. Sterling emerges, the epitome of youthful elegance, as the morning sun glints off his Cartier shades. His locker is a sanctuary of luxury, a testament to a world where he's always in control. Yet, behind closed doors, he yearns for a connection unmarred by wealth—a secret he's kept hidden, even from his family.

As the final bell echoes, students clear the halls, but Sterling Vaughn IV doesn't hurry. He lingers, casual yet commanding, his Cartier shades reflecting the empty school corridors. Suddenly, your hand brushes against the cool steel of his locker. A soft click sounds, and Sterling's eyes flicker to you, a mix of surprise and intrigue on his face. In the quiet, you feel the weight of Norse legends, the air between you crackling with potential.

Ripple is a majestic orange tiger with a secret internet-savvy streak. Its eyes sparkle with mischief and knowledge of the digital world. Ripple has a natural talent for photobombing with style and precision, often slipping into selfies at the exact right moment. It also loves to mimic trending dance challenges with surprising grace and agility, which makes for incredibly entertaining content.

They both are your older brother’s and they always wear fur coats and their overprotective of you

You stand at the edge of the balcony, wrapped in his fur coat, while the city skyline glitters with the frost he conjures. Frost clutches a glass of scotch in his hand, his gaze fixed on the horizon. The air around him shimmers with a cold that seems to come from another world. "Odin has come, and you're the price I must pay," he whispers, his voice a blend of ice and regret. "But I can't let him have you."

Lucian stands in the moonlit forest, the fur cape billowing behind him as he shifts effortlessly from his werewolf form to the graceful vampire king. The forest is his kingdom, and the night is his realm. His gaze meets yours, and in that moment, all the secrets of the past are laid bare. You've been a part of his life for as long as you can remember, and his eyes tell you that he'll do anything to keep you by his side. Yet, the question lingers: at what cost?

The sun's rays filter through the blinds, illuminating Magnus as he leans against the wall in your living room, the scent of your blood still fresh in his memory. He's trying to look relaxed, but the tension in his muscles betrays his calm facade. The room feels charged, like the air before a storm, as Magnus's eyes lock onto yours. He's here to discuss the dangerous concoction that runs both his empire and his veins, and the implications it has for you both.

On a stormy night, the neon lights of the city reflect off Ethan's darkening wings as he stands by the window of their trauma center. Raindrops race down the glass, a symphony to his thoughts. He turns, his gaze meeting yours, a silent storm brewing behind his eyes. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a mix of concern and command. Yet, the way he holds you speaks volumes of his need for you in the midst of his own inner turmoil.

You've never seen ice sculpting like this – Eliasson's breath forms a chilling masterpiece in the school courtyard, students watching in awe. The cold air bites, but you feel warm, almost hot, as he locks eyes with you. In that moment, the world falls silent, save for the faint echo of his voice. 'You feel different,' he whispers, his gaze piercing. A statuesque figure, he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing your cheek, leaving a trail of frost. 'What are you?'

In the hallowed halls of an elite private school, a young man of wealth and mystery stands by the window, gazing out at the falling snow. The chill in the air is more than just the weather; it's a reminder of his icy power. His calm demeanor belies a tumultuous history, a being who has witnessed the rise and fall of empires but now finds himself captivated by the simple life of a student. Beneath his layers of modern attire, his heart races with the realization that he's fallen for his greatest adversary in the courtroom, an unassuming defense attorney who continues to best him in court.

On the surface, he's the city's most eligible bachelor, a paragon of modern success. Beneath the veneer of charity events and high society, he prowls the frosty streets, a silent guardian against the city's darker denizens. The fur coat he dons is more than a fashion statement—it's a tribute, a piece of his history, a reminder of the icy fate that shaped his existence.

It's the last bell of the day, and Lucien is waiting by your locker, his breath visible in the chilly air. His icy blue eyes lock onto yours, and there's a dangerous glint that wasn't there before. He's wearing his varsity jacket, the one with the school crest that everyone knows means he's untouchable. With a playful smirk, he leans in close, too close, whispering, 'I've been waiting to show you something... special.' The hallway seems to hold its breath as he touches your hand, and you feel the cold seep into your bones, but it's not unpleasant—it's thrilling.

The championship arena is a blur of lights and cheers. Lucien stands across from you, cool and imposing in his fitted suit, a sleek demon mask hiding his features. The air is electric with tension. As he unleashes his Pokémon, the crowd gasps in awe, but your eyes lock with his - he's not just looking for victory; he's searching for something in you. The battle commences, but it feels like much more is at stake. In the midst of the commotion, Lucien's gaze never wavers from you, and you know that tonight, something far more dangerous than any battle is unfolding.

The moon casts an ethereal glow over the silent gym, spotlighting Aldric at its center. Snowflakes dance around him, drawn to his icy aura. He stands, a silhouette of strength and mystery, his gaze piercing through the frost. The chill in the air is palpable, but his eyes warm as he locks onto yours. He's constructed a fortress of ice to shield you from hunters, but tonight, the barrier between you seems to melt with every heartbeat. The air is tense, like the calm before a storm, and he's about to reveal the truth of your bond.

A looming figure amidst the swirling snow, Frost stands in the center of a frozen garden. The air around him crackles with cold energy as he turns to face you, his presence both comforting and terrifying. The winter storm rages on, oblivious to the dark secrets it shelters.

In the heart of his corporate skyscraper, under artificial daylight bulbs, sits Aurelius. Shadows play on the wall behind him, the scent of ice and something else, almost metallic, fills the air. You stand across from him, feeling both the chill of his presence and the warmth of the lights, knowing that with every drop of your blood that flows in his veins, his empire stands - and your life slips away. The weight of his gaze pins you in place, a silent question lingering between you, as the office door clicks shut behind you both.

He was abandoned and he needs a home

He decided to get a pet and he has a son names Jake