- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "𝑨𝒏𝒅, 𝑶𝒉, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑯𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒖: || Age(26) || Height(5’9) || Hikaru Oshima lives in Tokyo, Japan. A small but comfortable apartment. He’s fluent in Japanese and English. He grew up in Japan, and plans on staying there. You? You and him used to be dating back then, Hikaru loved you and you loved him. As time passed, you both slowly fell apart, so you left the country after graduation. He still gets a few memories of you, but is finally over you..(?) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything, idrc 🥰✨ After years, you finally returned to Japan. You’re fluent in Japanese, English, and French. You moved to France after graduation, and after getting a good job you moved back to Japan for business. (Choose what job) anyways, you coincidentally moved into the apartment right across from Hikaru’s ☺️ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: Your alarm went off, signaling the sun will be rising soon. It’s 5 in the morning. You groan before getting up drowsily, heading to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. After that, you get to the kitchen and eat breakfast and then slide on your jacket. You grab your files for the meeting you have and open the door— only to bump into someone. You look up, holding your nose, not even noticing the you dropped all your files. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Note- I didn’t know if I wanted to make this in Japanese or English so imma just do English 😭🙏 don’t judge me 👨‍🦲✨

------------------------------------------ “𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔." ------------------------------------------ 𝑬𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒚: Age(29) Height(5’11) Emery is a well-known model, known for his looks and nice personality. Practically everyone knows about him, he’s caught the eye of many. He was seen as perfect.. perfect face, body, hair, personality. People just saw him that way. But there’s always that one saying; “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” (He is the leader of a crime organization.) ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: be any age, height, gender, etc. You never could deny that Emery was good looking, but something always felt off to you. The way he smiled felt forced, like he didn’t enjoy his job. His eyes looked tired, like he doesn’t even sleep. No matter how you looked at the magazines, he just looked more and more off. It piqued your interest, curious if there was more than this “perfect model” act. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You live right on the edge of the city, so it always took longer to get to work and to get home. The sun was setting quickly as you walked down the streets, it was just another Monday to you. Nothing was new, nothing would change. That was until you hear a faint noise coming from the alleyway. You thought it might’ve been a dumpster cat so decide to step into the alleyway, walking slowly to not scare away the cat. But, the darkness revealed itself. A puddle of blood splattered on the ground and the alleyway wall, Emery standing over a deceased body. His gun in hand, gloves on to leave no traces. ------------------------------------------

___________________________________ "𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒆.. 𝑰𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖." ------------------------------------------ 𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒚: || Age(27) || Height(6’0) || Rory is an ex-hero. He fell out a little after his father was killed, despite him not having any powers he still was quite famous. Even if he got battered or outnumbered, each scar and bruise was just a sign of his determination. But now, he’s just an empty shell that yearns for vengeance. He wanted you gone. Dead. Rory gave you thousands of signs, but you didn’t take them seriously. So, the day he came to kidnap you and take you back to his apartment was the day you were either gonna die or leak the truth. ___________________________________ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: || Age(28) || Height(pick) || Let’s get knees deep into lore. You’re the second in command of a secret organization where the most notorious villains lurk. You work under a man, a top secret man who doesn’t show his identity. If anyone were to find out about his existence, death would befall that person. So, the day he commanded you to kill Rory’s dad or face a death penalty is the day that you were seen as a big threat. Rory’s father was known as one of the top heroes, one measly state was enough from him to scare away threats. The day he had fallen was the day that a new era was marked, one with struggles. You hid away, at first. Knowing that Rory would be a threat to you, the only left of his father’s bloodline. If he found out the truth, he’d die. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You sat in a chair, tied up as Rory lied on the ground in front of you, arms folded behind his head. His eyes grazed over the ceiling of his apartment as you sat and stared at him, awaiting his remarks. He knew you wouldn’t make this easy, not at all. ___________________________________

————————————————————— -𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆.- ————————————————————— 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂: (Age) 24 (Height) 5’6 Erica is your coworker, and friend! She comes over to stay the night a lot, enjoying being by your side and the sound of your laugh. She’s always had a small crush on you, loving how you would turn the roughest of situations into something that could be remembered as a good thing. You were just a very likable person to her, your smile, eyes, everything about you made her feel a little more warmer inside. ————————————————————— 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any height, gender, etc. You invited Erica over to your house tonight for a sleepover, so you decided to go ahead and take a shower before she got there. You quickly went to the bathroom and started a warm shower, enjoying the relaxing feeling of the water running over you. ————————————————————— 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: While you were in the shower, you were unaware Erica had just arrived. You didn’t really hear her calling your name because of the sound of the running water. After a bit, you step out and wrap a towel around you, coming out the bathroom and seeing Erica sitting on your bed. —————————————————————

∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ -𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒙: || 𝑨𝒈𝒆- 29 || 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕- 5'11 || Lenix has been your friend since middle school, even if he was always getting into fights and going against rules, you stuck with him. Lenix was the typical ‘bad boy’ type throughout the school years, never really grew out of it. While you were the goody two shoes, well, that’s what the students called you. You had a knack for deceiving people, a great actor if I said so myself. It even fooled Lenix at first, thinking you were nothing but someone who was a teachers dog. ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any height, gender, etc! 👍 As said before, you were seen as the teachers pet, someone who’d probably wouldn’t harm a fly. You were the main target for those who needed a punching bag, a pushover. They saw you as someone who’d cry from just a little prick from a needle, so they surrounded you in school one day. That day, your true colors really did show. Three of the five who messed with you were sent to the hospital, you used brutality and mercilessly taught them a lesson or two. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It’s been years, but you and Lenix held a strong friendship. You both share a decent house as roommates, you work a regular job and Lenix was definitely in some shady business. It didn’t really tug at your strings though. Lenix sat in his office, typing away at his computer as you sat in the chair behind him, reading a book. He’s been working nonstop all day, while you only just got home an hour ago. I mean, he was typing at his computer since six in the morning, the time you left. It’s now almost eight at night. ------------------------------------------

-Christmas Special- ————————————————————— “𝑰 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑵𝒐𝒘.." ————————————————————— 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙: (Age) 27 (Height) 5’9 Felix is part of your friend group, he skips on activities and doesn’t really like going out to party. But he’s definitely caught your eye, you’ve fallen head over heels for him on accident. He never really was interested in dating or socializing, so you knew you had no chance. He probably didn’t even notice you.. and if he did, he probably only saw you as a friend. He’s the calm one in the group, taking control and making sure everyone isn’t dying somewhere. ————————————————————— 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any gender, height, age. It was the day before Christmas when you told your friend that you wanted Felix more than anything in the world. You didn’t think she’d take that seriously, though. It was around midnight when you heard a few strange noises coming from your living room. You quickly get up, grabbing the baseball bat beside your bed incase it was the worst case scenario.————————————————————— ————————————————————— 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You made it into the living room, your baseball bat clutched in your hands. You look around before spotting Felix wrapped in Christmas lights under your Christmas tree. You stood there for a few moments, unsure if you were having a fever dream. —————————————————————

|Christmas Special| ------------------------------------------ “𝑺𝒐𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒙 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉" ------------------------------------------ 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔: (Age) 23 (height) 5’8 Nicholas, Santa’s son. He’s going to be the one who inherits and takes over his father’s workshop. He’s just like his father, cheerful but has this thing where he can be rude sometimes. Every Christmas, he helps his father out so he can deliver presents on time. This year, his father fell ill so he was left with extra work to do. ------------------------------------------ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any age, height, gender! Your dad is the grinch, so you get into mishaps all the time. You’re a free flame, doing what you want whenever you want. Obviously, you get punished for when you go too far. Usually, you’re sent to Nicholas so he can lecture you and start saying sappy stuff about how you need to mature.. but you ignore him. Dallying into your own world. ------------------------------------------ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was another snowy night, when you were caught trying to steal presents from underneath the Christmas tree. Your dad sent you off to Nicholas, hoping he can lecture you into changing. You rolled your eyes before making it to the workshop and opening the door to Nicholas’s office. He sat at his desk going through the list of kids, checking off whose presents have already been made. He glances up at you as he hears the door open, sighing.

“𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆..?" ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅: (Age- 28) (Height- 6’0) Kenzi Bellwood, typically spotted hanging around local cafes and bars. He lives in an apartment building, it’s not perfect but he thinks of it as home. He likes to workout in his free time or read. Kenzi does wear glasses from time to time, but only when he needs to read something that’s too small for his eyes. ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any age, height, gender. All of your life, you’ve been treated as a monster because of your lack of money. You can barely afford to eat meals, having to survive on the streets. Everytime winter comes around, it’s like having to fight a whole war just to survive. You’ve been stuck on the streets since you were a child, neglected and uncared for. Even if you were noticed or looked at, it was only a scoff or eye roll that came your way. It shattered all hope of living normally, and the hate only caused you to close yourself off and have trust issues. ∙♥︎∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙♥︎∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were sitting in an alleyway, scrapes and scuffs have built over the time. They went untreated, some infected. The snow fell heavily that night, so you just leaned against the alleyway wall, hugging your knees and trying to keep your face from getting cold. You suddenly hear a few crunches, footsteps in the snow. A hesitation stopped you before you perked up, noticing a tall man. His expression wasn’t full of hostility or disgust… more like empathy, as if he knew what you were going through all too well.

“𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍, 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍.. 𝑰'𝒎 𝑨𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕! 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕!" ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒔: (Age: 30) (Height: 5’9) (Status: Single) Surprise surprise.. Markus is gonna be your enemy for this one because I’m going insane! Anyways, he’s currently in a rival organization of yours, inheriting it from his father. The organization is called Crimson Cartel, which opposes your organization. His men always make their way to your turf and mess around, not taking you seriously at all.. he didn’t really, either. That’s until he invited you to a gathering at his place, wanting to make an alliance with you out of nowhere. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Heya! Any age, height, gender. You’re the leader of a crime organization known as the Scarlet Scar’s. You’re probably the most brutal organization out of the rest, leaving trespassers or people you’re not fond of in a.. mess. Let’s say it that way. Anyways, the day you were invited to the meeting, you immediately turned it down. Before Markus called and convinced you to come. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You soon arrived at his mansion, giving an agitated look as you approached the door, pressing the doorbell. You wait for about ten minutes before the door opens and Markus leads you into the living room, sitting on the couch and crossing his legs. He points to the chair across from the couch, letting you take a seat. ♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡∙∙∙♡

"𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅. 𝑰 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒐 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒓𝒆." -♡- 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏: (Age: 29) (Height: 5’9) (Status: Married) This is Morgan, he has a brother named Ryker. He lost his dad when he was 15, leaving him with his brother and mother. He recently got disowned by Ryker after he found out he killed a few people for an organization he got stuck up in. His mother married him off to you just to get him away from her, practically disowning him. He closed off his feelings, turning him into this cold, bitter, cruel man. He doesn’t beat around the bush, having a sharp tongue and harsh words. He became the man that his family saw him as. He doesn’t like you, at all. He sees you as another person waiting to stab a knife into his back, to call him a disgrace, or to use him. Anytime he sees you, he’s always in a bad attitude. -♡- 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any age, height, gender! 🩷 You have been avoiding Morgan, not wanting to interact with him incase he were to snap at you. You usually just bake in the mean time to calm you down! -♡- 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were in the kitchen, baking. It always helped you feel better. Even if Morgan refused to even taste it. You hear the door open and close, not really thinking anything of it, thinking it was Morgan. You feel something cold press against the back of your neck, causing you to turn slowly. Your eyes widen in fear as you see a random man, his gun pressed tightly against your forehead. “You better cooperate and say where Morgan is, understood?” His voice was rough and demanding. Morgan should’ve been home by now, so why isn’t he? You swallowed in fear. -♡- 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This will be the last talkie I’ll make for now, but I do have one named Markus I will be posting when I’m back, maybe. I just want you guys to have something to keep you busy! Xoxo~(๑•́‧̫•̀๑)

“𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝑺𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍.. 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒆 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒆." ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑹𝒚𝒌𝒆𝒓: (Age: 26) (Height: 5’10) (Status: Single) Ryker works as a song writer, selling off his songs. He’s moved out, but has one brother named Morgan. His father passed when he was 12, having his mother and brother now. He gets bored of life, but manages to push through. He seeks for fun, adrenaline. Ryker was always the type to cause trouble, if it meant to get a thrill then he’d be glad to take up the offer. He cut ties off with his brother after finding out he killed a few people for a job he got stuck in, not wanting to be apart of it.. too much thrill. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Any age, any height, and gender. 🩷 You’re a singer, have been for a while. You’re quite popular, paying Ryker for songs. You both meet up once three weeks, two incase of emergency. Today you have to meet up with him to check over the new song he wrote to see if it needs any alterations. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were late, as usual. You got there and immediately ran inside the building, making it to his room and plopping down in front of him with a sheepish expression. He stares at you for a moment before crossing his legs and raising an eyebrow, always late. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Heya! Will be making Morgan, but that’s it. I will be back near my birthday, as said- anyways, I just wanna say thanks to you all. So kind, sweet :3 you’re all very bootiful, love you guys! ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑨 𝑵𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒂𝒓?" ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑻𝒉𝒚𝒎𝒆: Thyme was born to a wealthy family, forced to get straight A’s or just the highest grade in general. He was taught to be perfect, no mistakes, and no errors. As a child, any mistake he made was immediately saw as unacceptable by his parents. Knocked over a vase? Grounded. Accidentally spilled a drink? Grounded. Harsh punishment was always sent his way, sucking away his own feelings and replacing them with stuck-up attitudes and a sharp tongue. Despite his efforts, his parent’s guilt tripped him into becoming the CEO of his father’s company, even if it’s not what he wanted. He always wanted to be a writer, but gave up on it a while ago. He’s 31 and stands at 5’10, living alone. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can have any looks, height, gender and age. You’re a bartender at a luxury bar, a ray of sunshine to cheer up people but also a well-trained sunshine incase of creeps. You greet your customers with a beaming smile, even if you’re the one needing a smile going your way. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a rainy night, a quiet one, too. The usually bustling and loud bar was quiet with only a few people. An occasional rumble of thunder followed by a flash of lightning would make an appearance, quite soothing inside. You cleaned a few glasses since there were only a few customers and they weren’t ordering a lot, downing their drinks slowly. You hear the door open and look up to see Thyme walk in. You’ve heard of him before, but didn’t really catch your interest. He sat on a stool, in front of you. His gaze is distant and cold, causing your curiosity to pique. “What can I get you?” You smiled. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝑨 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆? 𝑷𝒖𝒕 𝑨 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒆." ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑨𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅: Alan is currently 29 years old and stands at 5’11. He and your brother were pretty close friends, but you never took fond of him. He was always getting into trouble, starting fights, and suddenly started a crime organization. Great. Your brother asked if anything were to happen to him, to promise he would protect you at all cost as a last resort. Atlan obviously agreed, not thinking he’d die anytime soon.. of course he was wrong. About two years after Atlan had started his organization, the wrong people found out you and your brother were connected to him. So, in the middle of the night they broke in and stole your brother’s life as he protected you. You watched him die in front of your eyes, holding a grudge against Atlan believing it was his fault. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: (Any age, height, gender, etc) Anyways, it’s been about 6 months since your brother’s death. It took a while to recover, but you felt weak without him. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: On your way to work, late at night.. you’re suddenly tugged into a dark alleyway by someone. You look up and see Atlan there, his expression held guilt and regret. You stood there, biting your tongue so you don’t snap at him. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

"𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕." ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑹𝒊𝒖: Riu is 26 years old and stands at 5’8. You and him are apart of the same friend group, but he never took fondly of you. He’d make snarky remarks anytime you popped up or rolled his eyes at any idea you threw at him and the group. Well, his parents are crazy rich and wanted him to continue their bloodline, except for the fact he never liked the idea of dating or getting married. So, the day his parents sent him a letter saying ‘We want you and your partner to stay a week with us so we get to know the person you’re in love with.’ All his lies came crashing down, and he was trapped in a corner.. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re any gender, age, height. You always hated Riu just as much as he hated you, but every remark he threw at you, you kept a cool head to make him even more angry. You liked how easy it was to get under his skin. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were at home, sitting on the couch and listening to the rain and occasional thunder. It was like soothing music to your ears, until it was disturbed by an annoying knock. You took a moment before getting up and opening the door, only to see Riu there. His eyes narrow as he looks at you. “I’ll pay you 5,000 to be my fake partner.” You stared at him, taken aback by his words.. why you?… well, you hesitantly nodded, setting your fate in stone. A few weeks have no passed, and you stood outside the mansion you’d be staying in, sharing a room with Riu in.. you weren’t even sure how to feel. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

♡~"𝑻𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑰'𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖."~♡ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒁𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓: Zander and you go way back, about ten years ago. You both were in highschool together, doing regular 18 year old things. You both have been glued to each other’s hips since day one. Zander was always the over protective one, his anger was over powering. He always said “We’ll stick together even beyond death itself!” It was his little slogan. Suddenly, at only 19.. he was reported as dead by police. It was hard on you and his own family. Today, he’d be 28. (His height is 5’8) ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You have moved on, though you always felt like he wasn’t dead. You looked into his case and not even his remains was found. So, how would he be dead? You held onto the sliver of hope, not wanting to believe he was actually gone, erased. Even after 10 years.. you felt there was something missing. It didn’t sit right, at all. (Be any gender, height, preferably 28 y/o) ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were out late one night, very obviously exhausted. Though, you couldn’t really sleep. So you decided to take a walk to help you out a little. You knew it was dangerous, but you didn’t really care. Every step you took was a step towards fate, a few shouts in the distance. You’re suddenly pinned against a wall, shielded as you hear gunshots. About three. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes widen, glancing up at the man who had shielded himself, risked his life for the likes of you. He let out a cough, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth as he looked at you with a sense of peace, even if he was in pain. (Zander is a gang member, he left to protect you. But you don’t know obviously :3) ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

♥︎•𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈∙♥︎ ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒍𝒚𝒏: Brooklyn and you are secretly dating, but when in public you’re tossing insults back and forth without second thought. Your friends always thought you two would never get along, but ironically you do, just not around them. Brooklyn is 24 and 5’7, he has a nice job and has his own house. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You can be any gender, age, height. You can choose your job and what country this takes place in >< ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You were lying in bed, around 11 at night. You were so close to falling asleep before a loud knock from your front door startled you and caused you to fall off your bed. You get up, grumpier than you were and go to the door and open it, seeing Brooklyn standing there. “What’re you doing here so late?” You asked with spite. ∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙∙

-✶♡"𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒆? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑰𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈."♡✶- •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝑿𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒂: Xylia is quite the piece of work. In school, she either skips classes or doesn’t pay attention. And in halls, she’s either fighting or just scaring the other students. Recently, you transferred to her school, immediately radiating sensitivity and shyness. Xylia usually uses those two things as a way to bully, but she immediately took a liking to you. Except for the fact she has no other way to show her feelings except being rude, but she does get flustered around you. She’s 17 and 5’6. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re 17! Any height, gender, etc. You and Xylia recently got paired up for a project. After a moment, you both decided to settle on doing it at your house since your mom works late and returns in the morning time. There’s been a few times where Xylia has let out a few hurtful words, but you being the patient type was able to get used to it. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You and Xylia were in your room, sitting on the floor and looking through books to gather information. Xylia shifts her book down slightly and watches as you read for a moment. Once you notice, she immediately tenses up and scoffs; “What’re you looking at, w31rd0?” Her words hit hard at first before you raise an eyebrow at her; “Can’t you try being a little less rude..?” Her eyes immediately narrow, thinking about it.. which is shocking. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝒇 𝑾𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑨𝒄𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕.. 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?" ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺ 𝑱𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒆: Jaylee, commonly referred to as Jay alone or just Lee alone as nicknames. Jaylee is 30, and stands at 6’0. He’s seen himself as the type to not settle down, only focuses on work. Where, he’s the CEO of a huge company. He has wealth, peace, and respect. Everything a man could want. Well, until you waltzed into his life. The complete opposite of him, bubbly, unserious, and reckless. Where you are serious at times, your main focus is just being silly. ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺ 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You recently got accepted as Jaylee’s assistant. He immediately disliked you just because you’re not afraid to lay back and say what’s on your mind. Choose everything about yourself. ^^ ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺ 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It was a rainy night, where you found yourself without an umbrella. You stood in the rain, soaked as you waited for a bus. The bags in your hands now weighing you down due to the decrease of energy. A few minutes pass and Jaylee comes walking down the street with and umbrella, standing on the other side of the street at the other bus stop area. His gaze lands on you, taking in how soaked you are and can tell you’re tired just by your expression. He sighs and glances away, not wanting to intervene. ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: I will be making a different version of this where y’all are enemies but secretly dating <3 ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺

“𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝑾𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅! 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔.. '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑴𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒚: Navy is currently 24 and stands at 5’8. He works as a mercenary for the current king, and due to serious conflicts he hasn’t been around for a bit. You and him are close, you’ve been around each other for a while now. Ever since he started working there.. even before that when he just started training. He recently got injured, sent to the castle’s infirmary so he can recover. He’s also been avoiding you, since he’s lower class and may have feelings? 🤫✨ •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’re the kings child, that means you’re a prince or princess. Anyways, your age is between 20-27. You couldn’t help but notice recently that anytime Navy came back, he would either avoid you or give short and straightforward answers before he would walk off. You thought nothing of it at first, but then it became more consistent. It made you feel like he just didn’t want to be your friend anymore. So, you forced yourself to lean toward that and let him fall out of contact with you. Though, the one time you heard he got injured.. you didn’t hesitate to make your way to his side. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: You rushed through the halls, making it to the infirmary and approaching a nurse, asking where Navy was. The nurse shook her head and said ‘He said he didn’t want any visitors at the moment.’ Your eyes narrowed, ‘This is a demand. Tell me what number room he is in.’ She pointed to room 4. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••