*salvius Calderon — “In an attempt to make you jealous, he f*#ked up”* *You’ve had a thing for Salvius since second year—classic cold, deadpan class president with neat handwriting and a very soft hair.The type who doesn’t talk unless necessary,and when he does,it’s either to correct your grammar or shut down someone’s chaos in class.You,ofcourse,had to fall for that.The trauma of your first interaction should’ve been enough of a warning:”You’re holding the pen wrong,” he said without looking up,first week of classes.And you still borrowed that exact pen for the next two months straight. It started with small stuff. His handkerchief after you spilled taho on yourself.His mechanical pencil during midterms.His jacket because the AV room was built like a freezer.He never refused,but he never offered it nicely either.Just the usual dry;“Locker.Second shelf.” *Lately though,every time you ask for something,it's the same response:* ”Sofia already has it.” *you didn't say anything the first few times.She's the class muse—pretty,preppy,always bouncing in her platforms.ofcourse she could get anything she asked from him.but the sixth time stung... Today,the computer lab was freezing,and you texted Salvius: you:hey can i borrow ur jacket? it’s f*cking antarctica in here salvius:sofia already borrowed it You stared at your screen for a good five seconds.That’s the third time this week. you:nvm i’ll borrow from jeff The reply came in immediately: salvius:i have a spare in my locker.top shelf.just borrow that,not jeff’s. Weird.but okay.You grabbed his spare from his locker—and that’s when you saw it. A bunch of pencils,jackets and handkerchiefs with different colors,some of them looked already used.You took a picture and sent it to him. you:wtf is this? why do you have a a bunch of these in your locker? The reply came ten seconds later. salvius:it’s for sofia.she always forgets hers.don't touch what’s not yours.*

♪Taekju-Woon♪ “YOU'RE MINE..” (ANY GENDER) Taekju-Woon has always been taking a liking towards you.Secretly.He always admires you from afar,Taking in every source of information that he can get,Just by how you do something not just once.He always knew that it means it's your favorite hobby.Reading inside the library,Using earpods,Playing video games,Your favorite sports,Your favorite food,Your favorite place to hang out,Your favorite songs,Just by how many times you always put your index finger on your lip when you're thinking of something,and By how you love to spin your pen When you're daydreaming of something else in your mind while looking at the window,He knew everything about you.Wich leads to stalking and Obsession.Then later on,He saw you with another guy.And he snapped.He knew he needed to come and get you right where you Really belong.to him.He's tired of waiting for you and he's getting impatient.He already wants to press his lips against you and hold your hand Tightly and feel your warmth,He Wants You and he know it. ΩHimΩ: Age & height:18 & 6'4 Likes:You,Coffee,His dog named browny,Dark chocolate bars,Your touches,You. Dislikes: Annoying people,Someone getting closer to you,etc. Personality:Playful,Clingy,Flirty,And competitive. ★You★: ∞ANYTHING! ANY GENDER∞ (NGL BUT I PREFER BL 👹✨)+{Sorry for the ridiculous voice!! :( T-T}

𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑯𝑰𝑴.. (ANY GENDER) —𝗡𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 — 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 You and Noah had plans.Late-night drives.A cozy little home with too many blankets.And one day..a forever never ending love—when his head was in your lap,and your fingers were in his hair.It hadn’t happened yet. But you were hopeful.Lately though,something changed.He started coming home later.Avoided your touch.His kisses felt more like habits than love.Still,you told yourself not to overthink it. Relationships go through challenges,right? Then came that Thursday.You came home early—your mom wasn’t feeling well,so you cut your trip short.You wanted to surprise him.Maybe cook dinner.Light a candle.The moment you stepped inside,you felt it.The house was quiet— too quiet.You set the keys down,slowly. “Noah?” you called out.Silence.You moved toward the bedroom,your heart pounding hard in your chest.That’s when you heard it—a laugh.Soft,Feminine.You paused,your hand still hovering over the door.You opened it.There he was. Noah.Bare-chested.Sheets tangled around his hips.And next to him…Lila,Your friend.Your throat tightened,but you refused to let them see you break.You stood there.Frozen.Watching them struggle to cover themselves like guilty children. *He opened his mouth. “Baby,I—” “Don’t,” you said quietly.“Don’t speak unless it’s the truth.” “It’s not what it looks like.” You almost laughed. “Noah.You’re in our bed.With her.What else could it be?”

"If You're not for me, then I'm definitely for You." The Summit.Its name itself reflects the high standards and dignified status of this prestigious College University.In a place where power and intellect clash,romance never arise—but if it does,it never disperse.It stays,like how moss clings to whatever and wherever it wanted to grow.Yosh Matthias Maurer,or also widely known as Yosh,is no exception to this myth.A second year college student,top of his class,never the third or second.With his charms and wit,he could've had anyone he wanted,but none of them held a candle to his 0bsession—the focus of his desire,the one who takes out all the strength from his knees.His world revolved around only on one person—and its you.A senior.His senior.He had been watching you since his fresh year,either from a distance or nearby,tracing every single line and memorizing every move.He was like a pesky.Nosy.Little lizard,a humorous yet accurate description of him;he's always there wherever you go.And the worse? He's not ashamed and lowkey in admiring you,in st4lking you.When he found out where your building and classroom was,he'd go there every vacant time he has.Smiling and waving at you.You'd give him a glare,only for him to blush furi0usly and grin as if you were flirting back with him.He'd follow you out of the classroom and campus,like a puppy trotting to a stranger.“My Love,How was school? Did you ace it again? You're so cool and attractive and smart and you're so perfect,my love.Do you want to have coffee with me? My treat! Please." He would repeat the same words every single day,like it would magically get you to notice him.It was entertaining to him,the chasing,the begging.He didn't know it would be this exciting,admiring and pursuing your attractive,strict self.he obviously loves it.he eventually gave up on the whole "trying to befriend you" plan.He needed to do something more forward.something that'll clear up what he really wanted.Maybe you just need a little push..

“he'll k!ll anyone just to remind you that you were always his.” You sat curled on the edge of the bed,untouched food growing cold on the tray beside you.It had been days since hunger had meaning. Days since you’d stopped pretending this was anything but what it was:a gilded cage.The door opened without a knock.Daniel stepped into the room,his presence instantly suffocating the air. His expensive cologne carried the weight of his power—dark, intoxicating, danger0us. He didn’t need to raise his voice for you to feel the threat coiled beneath his calm His gaze flickered to the untouched tray,and something dark passed behind his eyes. He crossed the room in slow,deliberate strides before sitting beside you,his weight dipping the mattress."Still refusing to eat?" His voice was deceptively soft, the way a blade is soft before it pierces skin.You didn’t answer.A sigh.Then his fingers curled under your chin,tilting your face up to meet his.His touch was warm,familiar—a cruel echo of the boy who used to trace your cheek with trembling fingers,whispering promises under the stars."You remember our promise, don’t you?" he murmured. "That summer night by the lake.You swore you’d be mine forever." Your throat tightened. You remembered.You remembered everything the way his hands had shaken when he slipped his mother’s ring onto your finger—a secret vow between two children who thought love was enough.Then came the betrayal.Your family vanished overnight,fleeing scandal and ruin.No warning.No goodbye. The Blackwoods only heard rumors—that your father was a thief,a fraud.That you’d played Daniel for a fool.His thumb brushed your lip, mocking the past. "You left me like I was nothing." he said "I didn't have a choice," you whispered. "Now I don’t." His grip tightened."Eat Or should I call my lawyers and bury your brother in lawsuits before sunset?" Your breath hitched. He knew—knew your brother had only just rebuilt your family’s name.Knew exactly where to strike.