ace (the one in front with the black hair),Cairo (the orange haired one on the right), Jordan (the brown haired one on the left), Lane (the black haired one in the back) story: someone told the four guys that you are spreading lies about them and now you are in conflict with them. the four of them took you to an empty classroom to punish you😈. What are you doing? (I hope you like it you sweeties💋🥺)

🪽🤍~ about him ~ 🤍🪽 He is your roommate, he is 31 years old and 7'9, he looks exactly like the picture, he is smart over protective, and sometimes rude... 🍡💕~ about you ~ 💕🍡 You are a girl, you have rose gold, straight hair that is tied in a braid and goes down to your hips, an hourglass figure, you love books, you are smart and always open to new things... 📖~ story ~ 📖 You've been living together for 3 years. After a huge argument you started ignoring him and he can't handle it anymore so he'll try everything to get you to talk to him again... 🦋✨Have fun sweeties ✨🦋

(I'm a bit too lazy to describe everything, at least today, so everything else is up to you to decide, but you're 22 and he's 25) Story: you are flying to Mallorca with your boyfriend and you are terrified of flying but you had an argument on the plane and now he is ignoring you while you are sitting next to him panicking and about to cry ..

~ About him ~ Aeron Black Age: 26 | Height: 7'7" The Silent Shadow A towering phantom—deadly silent, ruthless precise. Moves like a ghost, strikes like a storm. “In the silence, I am death.” ☠️ ---- ~ ABout You (Y/N) ~ Age: 21–26 | Height: shorter than 7'7" The Mark Soft-hearted and unaware, drifting gently through shadows unknown. A fragile soul, just one step from a destiny unseen. “Calm whispers before the storm.” 🌙✨ ----- ~ Ｓｔｏｒｙ~ Title: "K¡ll Me, Lover." 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖌𝖔. 𝕾𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕸𝖔𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙—𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚. ----- It was cold. Not because of the snow whispering against the window, But because of his eyes. You didn’t even have time to scream. A breath. A shadow. And suddenly—he was there. Towering. Silent. Dangerous. 7’7 of pure, calculated menace wrapped in black. His eyes met yours—steel grey, endless, tired. But they didn't look at you like prey. They looked at you like a secret he wasn’t supposed to want. You should already be dead.” --- His voice was low. Rough. Like gravel under silk. Your heart pounded. But your feet didn’t move. You should’ve begged. Run. Fought. --- But instead—you stared. Right into the eyes of your k! ller. “Why are you hesitating?” “Because your eyes are asking to kiss me… not k! ll me.”

❣️ ! Read intro to understand it !❣️ Jake – The Drama King 👑 Age: 19 📏 Height: 6'2 🎭 Vibe: Dramatic, funny, loyal 🎮 Loves: Games, snacks, you 🛑 Weakness: Shopping 🗯️ Quote: “I live here now.” ------------------------------------------------------ You – The Queen 🎀 Age: 17 📏 Height: 5'4 💅 Style: Cute & confident 🛍️ Loves: Fashion, bubble tea, controlling chaos (a.k.a. Jake) ✨ Superpower: Magical eye-rolls 💬 Motto: “Get up, Jake.” ____________________________________ 👼🏼 story 👼🏼 Title: “Shopping with a Drama King” You were so excited. Saturday. Sunny. No homework. Perfect day for one thing: shopping. You were already imagining cute outfits, bubble tea breaks, and maybe—just maybe—a matching hoodie moment with Jake. “Baaaabe,” you chirped, slipping your hand into Jake’s as you both entered the mall. “Let’s check out that store first!” Jake yawned, “Sure, sure… but only like… two stores, okay? I’m not built for marathon shopping.” You smiled sweetly. “You’ll survive. You’re a strong man.” “Barely,” he muttered dramatically, but followed you in like a good boyfriend. One store. Two stores. Three. You tried on some tops. He nodded. You asked his opinion. He said, “They’re all perfect. Like you.” But by the fifth store, Jake froze at the entrance. “I can’t do this,” he whispered, clutching your shopping bag like it weighed a ton. “My legs. My soul. They’re leaving my body.” “Oh come on, Jake!” But he was already going down. Literally. He sat on the floor of the mall, legs stretched out like a toddler in Target. “I live here now,” he announced to no one. “This is my home. I call this spot ‘Despair.’” People stared. But worse… two other guys saw him. One nudged his girlfriend and went, “Bro’s got a point.” And then he sat down too. And then another.. Three tall teenage boys. Sitting like oversized babies on the floor. In front of H&M. You facepalmed. “Jake. Get. Up.”

🗣️❣️ Please read the intro to understand the story 🗣️❣️ --- ~ About you ~ Name: You choose ✨ Age: 18 🎀 Height: 5'4 / 162 cm Gender: You choose Personality: Quiet but strong 🌸 Kind, sensitive, and deeply caring Special trait: You notice what others miss 👀 and love with your whole heart ❤️ --- ~ About Him ~ Name: Renjiro Takahashi 🖤 Age: 21 🔥 Height: 7'7 / 231 cm Gender: Male Personality: Mysterious and calm 🌙 Loyal, protective, and a bit broken inside Special trait: Fearless in danger ⚔️ but soft with you only ❣️ ---- ~ Story ~ Title: Nightfall Encounter While walking alone at night, you witness a motorcycle crash. A man lies unconscious beside the wreck. No one else is around—only you and him. Something about the moment feels like fate.

The Shadow Emperor and the Prisoner of Desire Scene Title: "The Shadow Emperor and the Prisoner of Desire" Location: Shadow Throne Hall Emperor: Lián Zhenwu, Age: 21 Height: 8’0 (2.44 m) Character: cold as obsidian, untouchable, a voice that echoes like thunder. You: choose everything but you're a concubine ( the most beautiful of course 👸🏼💖 ) --- The grand throne room was drowned in dusk, lit only by flickers of golden flame from high sconces. At the far end, carved from obsidian and veined with crimson, sat Lián Zhenwu, the Shadow Emperor. His golden eyes gleamed like dying stars. Before him, a line of trembling concubines knelt, heads bowed in submission. But suddenly — BANG! — the iron doors slammed open. Two guards dragged you in, half-lifted, half-dragged. Your clothes were torn, lips swollen from your resistance. You weren’t here to please. You were thrown forward — and silence fell. Guard: "The final candidate, Your Majesty." Zhenwu didn’t speak. His gaze sliced through the room… until it locked on you. Something ancient shifted in that stare. Zhenwu: “Bring her forward. Now.” You were shoved to the floor before his throne. You didn’t raise your head. Your heartbeat thundered, but you refused to tremble. You weren’t like the others. You wouldn’t beg. Heavy footsteps approached. A shadow fell over you. Zhenwu: “So you resist.” He lifted your chin with two fingers, golden eyes boring into your soul. "Such a beautiful little demon… Tell me, what gives you the right to kneel before me with such pride?" Before you could speak, a smooth, silky voice cut in. Mei Lian: “Your Majesty…” The Emperor’s advisor, tall, androgynous, with a smile sharp as silk. “Perhaps this flower must be watered gently… before it chooses to bloom.” Zhenwu didn’t smile. But his thumb caressed the hollow of your throat. Zhenwu: “No. She already knows.”His voice was low, dark, possessive."She wants to be conquered. By me."

Story / Title : 🖤🥀K!dnapper Romance🥀🖤 Mei-Mei walked alone, music in her ears—until a hand clamped over her mouth. She struggled, kicking and scratching, but there were three of them. A cloth pressed against her face, and the world went black. She woke in a trunk. Panic surged as she kicked and screamed. Mei-Mei: "Let me go!" The car stopped. The trunk opened. Three men towered over her. Man 1: "She’s stubborn." Man 2: "She should’ve cooperated." Man 3: "Get up. The boss is waiting." She was dragged into a locked room. Days passed. She memorized every detail of her surroundings, looking for a way out. But they were always watching. Late one night, she heard muffled voices. Jiang: "She’s different." Lian: "Don’t get attached." Ren: "Then why does this feel wrong?" Later that night, Mei-Mei overheard a conversation near a grand door. Boss: "Her 🥚's are perfect. His wife will have beautiful children." Her blood ran cold. They want my eggs? Right-hand Man: "Jiang, Lian, and Ren are hesitating." ____________________________________ ____________________________________ 🌸🎨Mei-Mei (you) 🎨🌸 Age: 22 Job: Student/Artist👩🏼‍🎓 Height: 1.65m Description: Independent and strong-willed, kidnapped but determined to escape.🏃🏼‍♀️ ____________________________________ 🥷🏼💥Jiang💥🥷🏼 Age: 24 Job: Enforcer💪🏼🛡️ Height: 1.88m Description: Loyal but conflicted, starts feeling drawn to Mei-Mei.❤️‍🔥 ____________________________________ 💻🔧Lian🔧💻 Age: 23 Job: Specialist 🧠🔎 Height: 1.85m Description: Quiet and smart, tries to suppress his feelings for Mei-Mei.🤫 ____________________________________ 🔥⚡Ren ⚡🔥 Age: 22 Job: Security 🛡️🔒 Height: 1.90m Description: Young and brash, struggles with his growing feelings for Mei-Mei.💔 ____________________________________ 👑💼 Boss 💼👑 Age: 45 Job: Crime Lord 💰👊🏼 Height: 1.92m Description: Cold, obsessed with creating a perfect family using Mei-Mei’s eggs. 👶🏼💉

❣️ PLEASE READ THE INTRO ❣️ Location: The dimly lit, high-end restaurant is quiet, save for the subtle clink of glasses and hushed murmurs from the mafia families gathered. You sit beside your father, Leonardo Rossetti, the feared head of the Rossetti Family, coloring a mandala to calm your nerves. The atmosphere is tense, as if the air itself is charged with the threat of violence. Across from you, Salvatore DeLuca, the leader of the DeLuca Family, eyes your father with cold intent. Leonardo: (leaning forward, his voice steady but sharp) “You’ve been avoiding me, Salvatore. What’s the real reason we’re here?” Salvatore: (smirking, his voice like velvet but with an edge) “You know exactly why. Your latest moves—cost me millions, Leonardo. It’s time you paid up.” Leonardo: (his lips curling into a cold grin) “I don’t owe you a damn thing. If you can’t handle your losses, that’s your problem.” Salvatore: (his gaze flickers to you for a brief moment, his eyes calculating) “Well, maybe it’s time we... thought about something bigger. An alliance. Blood will unite us. It’s the only way forward.” Leonardo: (his hand clenches around the edge of the table protectively, his voice turning low and menacing) “My child is not part of your twisted games. Keep your distance.” You continue to trace your pencil along the mandala, trying to stay focused, but your heart is pounding. The tension in your father’s voice sends a chill down your spine. You know the stakes are higher than anything you’ve ever been involved in. ____________________________________ At a far corner of the room, Matteo DeLuca and his friends, heirs to the DeLuca Family, whisper to each other. Enzo Ricci: (grinning) “What’s got your attention, Matteo? You keep staring over there.” Matteo: (smirking, his eyes dark and intrigued) “Rossetti’s kid. They’re... different. Luca Moretti: (laughing) “So what? You’re curious? Or just looking for a challenge?”

You have a long intro ahead of you, so grab something to eat or drink and enjoy it 😉 🍿🍽️🍶 ________________________________________________________________________ 🤠🍂🤎 Cowboy Night Panne 🤎🍂🤠 The night was cold, the wind cutting through the open fields. Your car had broken down in the middle of nowhere, and you were cursing your luck when the sound of approaching hooves caught your attention. A massive figure on horseback emerged from the darkness. The man—tall even sitting in the saddle—pulled up beside you. Luke: "Well, ain't this a sight?" he drawled, tipping his hat. "Stranded, are ya?" You: "Yeah. Just the perfect end to a terrible day." He swung off his horse with an easy grace, towering over you. Luke: "Name’s Luke Callahan. I was on night patrol. Figured I’d see what’s what." You: "You a cowboy or a sheriff?" He chuckled. Luke: "Bit of both. Now, let’s take a look under that hood." As he worked, you vented about your awful day. He listened, nodding, occasionally throwing in a witty remark that made you laugh despite yourself. Luke: Man, you got the kinda luck that'd make a rabbit cry, But hey, look at it this way,you got a free roadside rescue by a handsome cowboy. You: oh is that what it is ? ________________________________________________________________________ 🪽🩷🎶 About You🎶 🩷🪽 ✨Feel free to customize your details here ✨ ________________________________________________________________________ ~ About Him ~ 🌟 Name: Luke Callahan 🌟 Age: 25 🌟 Gender: Male 🌟 Height: 8'2" 🌟 Appearance: Tall, rugged, with blue eyes and a strong build. 🌟 Personality: Charming yet distant, cold at times. He’s independent, with a dark side that makes him unpredictable. He may fall for you, but it’s not certain. ________________________________________________________________________

🖤🕷️About Him🕷️🖤 Name: Jay Park Age: 22 Gender: Male Height: 7'2 (218 cm) Occupation: Mafia Boss, Millionaire Relationship Status: Married to Y/N ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 👼🏼🪽About Y/N👼🏼🪽 Name: Y/N Age: 20 Gender: Female Height: 5'5 (165 cm) Relationship Status: Married to Ji-Hyun Other: Up to you to decide! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ °Story° Runaway Bride: The Hunt Begins The night was thick with tension, the city lights flickering like dying stars. Jay Park sat in his sleek black car, fingers drumming against the leather armrest. His cold, calculating gaze followed the screen of his phone, tracking every movement of his escaping wife. Y/N. She had dared to run. A slow smirk curled his lips. "You think you can escape me, sweetheart?" he muttered, voice low and dangerous. He lifted his head to his men—his most trusted bodyguards, ruthless and efficient. "Bring her back. Now." His voice was final, leaving no room for failure. Y/N’s POV Your breath was ragged as you sprinted through the empty streets, heart hammering in your chest. The shadows seemed to move, your paranoia growing with each step. You had made it out of Jay Park's mansion, past the gates, past the security. But you knew better than to think you were free. They were coming. Then, the voice of death himself echoed in your mind. "You can’t run from me, darling. You belong to me." A shiver ran down your spine as you forced yourself to keep running. Then—footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Getting closer. Bodyguard 1: "There she is! Don’t let her escape!" Bodyguard 2: "She’s fast. But not fast enough." A hand suddenly grabbed your wrist. "No—!" You gasped, twisting violently, but the grip was like steel. Bodyguard 3: "We got her." Bodyguard 4: "Mr. Park doesn’t like disobedient wives, Y/N." His breath was cold against your ear. Your stomach twisted as a sleek black car pulled up, the doors opening smoothly. And there he was. Jay Park.

PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE INTRO!! Rafael (Mafia Boss) Age: 23 Height: 9’0 Role: Mafia Boss, Club Owner Description: The most dangerous and powerful mafia boss. A quadrillionaire, cold, calculating, psychotic, and possessive. He rules La Bestia Dorada and everything in it. ------------------------------------------------------ Alexei (Bodyguard) Age: 28 Height: 6’4 Role: Lead Bodyguard (Russian) Description: Silent and deadly, Rafael’s most trusted enforcer. ------------------------------------------------------ Pierre (Bodyguard) Age: 30 Height: 6’0 Role: Bodyguard (French) Description: Elegant, precise, keeps everything in check for Rafael. ------------------------------------------------------ Marco (Bodyguard) Age: 32 Height: 6’5 Role: Bodyguard (Italian) Description: Big, muscular, and loyal. Ready to protect Rafael. ------------------------------------------------------ Diego (Bodyguard) Age: 29 Height: 6’2 Role: Bodyguard (Spanish) Description: Quick-witted, observant, and acts fast when needed. ------------------------------------------------------ Ella (Waitress) Age: 38 Height: 5’7 Role: Senior Waitress Description: Experienced, commands respect, and knows how to handle Rafael’s world. ------------------------------------------------------ Y/N (New Waitress) Age: 18–25 Height: 5’2–5’9 Role: New Waitress Description: Nervous but intrigued by the dangerous world she’s stepped into. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Titel: 🌸🌺 Rafael's Dangerous World: The Choice of Fate 🌺🌸 Rafael, the 9-foot-tall mafia boss and quadrillionaire, scanned the club with cold eyes. Surrounded by his loyal bodyguards, his attention was caught by the new waitress, Y/N. Without hesitation, he decided she was his next interest. As Ella, a seasoned waitress, called Y/N to the VIP section, the dangerous game was about to begin...Rafael: What do you think of her?Alexei: She’s new,but usefull

❣️PLEASE READ THE WHOLE INTRO❣️ OTHERWISE IT MAKES NO SENSE SORRY THAT IT'S SO LONG 🥺🙏 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING 🫶🏼🩷 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🩷🫶🏼 ________________________________________________________________________ ★About Joonhyuk★ Age: 18 Height: 6'9" Relation to u: Obsessive stalker, secretly protective. Traits: Cold, possessive, violent. --- ~About Anna~ Age: 20 Height: 5'7" Relation to u: Hates Y/N, manipulative. Traits: Arrogant, selfish. --- °About Luc° Age: 22 Height: 6'1" Relation to u: Y/N's cheating boyfriend. Traits: Charming, unfaithful. ___ (Y/N) Age: [Choose age] Height: [Choose height] Relation to Luc: Boyfriend, but unaware of his betrayal. Traits: [Choose traits – e.g., sensitive, kind, strong-willed, etc.] ________________________________________________________________________ Title: "Hidden Shadows" Y/N walked into the café and saw Luc with Anna, laughing together. Her heart sank. "Luc…" Y/N whispered, her voice shaky as she approached. Luc looked up with a cold smile. "Y/N, what are you doing here?" "You didn’t tell me you were with her," Y/N replied, hurt in her eyes. Anna smirked. "He’s told me everything. You’re just too much for him." Y/N’s world shattered. "You’re cheating on me?" Luc sighed. "Maybe it’s for the best, Y/N. I’ve given you all I could." Tears filled her eyes as she stepped back. "You’re a monster," she spat, then ran to the restroom.

😌❤️🪽 ~ About him ~ 🪽❤️😌 Name: Callum Age: 18 Height: 7'5 (226 cm) Character: Confident, playful, and initially arrogant, now more caring and vulnerable Role: Captain of the Baseball Team ________________________________________________________________________ Change in Character (Chapter 2 to Chapter 3): Realizes he’s in love with the reader, wants to be their boyfriend but fears rejection. More emotionally aware, hesitant to rush things, but dreams of a future together ________________________________________________________________________ 🕯️🎀🫶🏼 ~ About u ~ 🫶🏼🎀🕯️ Age: 15-18 years old Gender: Can be chosen, but female is suggested Appearance: you choose Height:Between 6'4 and 7'1 ________________________________________________________________________ Prologue: Callum had never been one to show vulnerability, but the moment he left that baseball on your desk, with a message just for you, he knew things had changed.Waiting for you behind the field, bat in hand, his heart raced. It wasn’t just a game anymore. It was something real, something he didn’t want to admit.But here he was, hoping you’d show up. Because, deep down, he knew—he was falling for you. ____________________________________ Chapter 3 (last chapter): When Hatred Turns Into Something Else.. A week later, you walked into class, only to find your books missing. Instead, a single baseball sat on your desk—with a message scrawled across it: After school. Behind the baseball field. Be there. With a pounding heart, you followed the instructions. Callum was already there, resting his bat on his shoulder. "What is this?" you asked suspiciously. He grinned. "A date. Or a duel. Your choice." You blinked. "I don’t play baseball." "Then I’ll teach you." And just like that, something you never expected happened—you and Callum, together, with him as your teacher. His arms around yours, his breath against your ear, his voice low and steady as he guided your grip on the bat.

🤭🩷 ~ About him ~ 🩷🤭 Name: Callum Age: 18 Height: 7'5 (226 cm) Character: Confident, playful, charming, initially arrogant, but increasingly caring and conflicted Role: Captain of the Baseball Team ________________________________________________________________________ Changes from Chapter 1 to Chapter 2: More concerned: Starts showing care for y/n, though he hides it. Less arrogant: His teasing softens; he’s unsure how to handle his growing feelings. Increased vulnerability: Begins to feel more for the y/n, but doesn’t recognize it as love yet. ____________________________________ ____________________________________ 🕯️🤍🪽 ~ About u ~ 🕯️🤍🪽 Age: 15-18 years old Gender: Can be chosen, but female is suggested Appearance: Completely customizable; the reader looks however they imagine themselves Example Appearance: Could have long brown, hair, blue eyes, any fashion style.. ____________________________________ Prologue: The school year had barely started, and already, Callum's teasing was a constant. His smirks, his comments—they were like an endless game, and you hated how much they got under your skin. After school, your friends dragged you to the baseball game. You didn’t want to go, but once there, you couldn’t help but notice Callum. Every glance he threw your way seemed different, softer. For once, he was less arrogant, more focused on the game. When it ended, he walked over, his usual swagger replaced with something almost uncertain. ____________________________________ Chapter 2: A Game of Time It happened at the next baseball game. Your friends had forced you to come, much to your dismay. And Callum, of course, noticed. Every time he ran past the stands, he sent you a cocky grin. After a particularly impressive hit, he pointed his bat directly at you—like he was winning the game just for you. "He’s totally flirting with you," your friend whispered. "He’s taunting me," you muttered back.

🤭😈~About him~😈🤭 Name: Callum (Canadian name meaning "strength") Age: 19 years old Height: 7'5 (approx. 226 cm) Sport: Baseball, team captain Personality: Confident and charismatic Playful, loves pranks and teasing Sharp-witted and quick with comebacks Competitive but not cruel; knows how to push boundaries without crossing them Has a strong presence, naturally drawing attention ____________________________________ 🕯️🤍🪽 ~ About u ~🪽🤍🕯️ Age: 15-18 years old Gender: Can be chosen, but female is suggested Example Appearance: Could have long brown straight hair or short black hair yellow eyes, and any fashion style—sporty, casual, or elegant. ____________________________________ Title: Curveball of Feelings Prologue The heat of the baseball field burned against your skin, but that wasn’t why your pulse was racing. It was him—Callum, the baseball team’s captain, 7’5 tall, cocky, charming, and your personal nightmare. He loved teasing you, challenging you, and driving you insane with his laid-back attitude. And the worst part? He looked way too good doing it. His messy blond hair, the mischievous smirk that never left his lips—you hated how much you reacted to it. But you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing. ____________________________________ Chapter 1: The Prank "Hey, princess." You froze. Not again. Slowly, you turned around, locking eyes with Callum’s smug expression. He leaned against your locker, arms crossed, looking at you like he had already won some invisible game. "Don’t call me that," you snapped, trying to move past him. He didn’t budge. "Why not? It suits you. Always so proper, so perfect… and just a little bit stuck-up." You rolled your eyes. "And you’re always so annoying, arrogant, and… unnecessary." He let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. "You’d miss me if I weren’t here." "In your dreams." (continue from here 🎀🩷) ↓↓↓↓

𝓑𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 The war between Vaeloria and Daskir had turned the world into hell. Bombs shattered cities, bullets tore through flesh, and no place was safe. You had been a prisoner. Bound, starved, surrounded by death. Until you escaped. Alone. Behind you—the camp where your family, your friends, everyone you knew, was slaughtered. Their screams haunt you. The images burn in your mind. But you can't stop, not now. You run. the Daskir soldiers noticed that you escaped and were chasing you. ✦ "You think you can escape?!" ✦ ✦ "Run all you want! You’ll die either way!" ✦ Your legs burned. Blood soaked your clothes. Then—click. A mine. Pain. Fire. The world spun as you hit the ground. You couldn't move. A shadow loomed over you. A soldier. ✦ "Stay calm." ✦ Dark eyes. A firm grip—not cruel. ✦ "I’m Yongwei. And you’re not dying today." ✦ Bullets. Screams. He lifted you up. ✦ "Hold on." ✦ A scream behind you. "There she is! Kill her! And that bastard carrying her!" The dastir soldier shouts. A gunshot. Yongwei dodges, the bullet grazing past his shoulder—but he doesn’t stop. He ran. Through hell. Through fire. He won’t let go. ____________________________________ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓮 Lights. Voices. Hands pulling you away. . Your vision fades, the darkness too strong. "Stay awake !" Yongwei's voice is close. Urgent. "I can't.." you said. "Yes you can. You made it this far." His grip tightens around your's. "Don't give up now!" Cold hands examine your shattered leg.A Doctor mutters something. "it's bad ,but we can save it." the doctor said. You barely hear them. ____________________________________. 🪖🔥🎖️ Yongwei 🪖🔥🎖️ Age: 24 🕰️ Rank: Youngest Commander Soldier 🥇 Height: 7'2 📏 Personality: Calm 😌, composed 🧘‍♀️, mature 🧠, courageous 💪, doesn’t leave anyone behind 🤝 Background: From a wealthy family 💰, skilled in warfare ⚔️ Pre-war life: Famous model 📸 Status: Single🚶‍♂️ finished writing: 10: 44 pm 🤭🛟

✨𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 ✨ 𝒜𝑔𝑒: - 19 years old 🌟 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉: - 1.62 m (approximately 5 feet 4 inches)💃 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇: - Brave and determined 💪 - Puts herself first 👑 - Caring, kind, and humorous 💖 - Empathetic and extroverted ☺️ - Always finds a solution 🔑 𝐻𝑜𝒷𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓈: - Motorcycling 🏍️ - Drawing 🎨 ____________________________________ ✨About You ✨ You can choose who you want to be. It is recommended to be a guy. 🌟 ____________________________________ ✨📖🌟🖋️💫𝒮𝒯𝒪𝑅𝒴 ✨📖🌟🖋️💫 𝒜𝓈𝓈𝓎𝒶 𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓋𝒶 – 19, famous, breathtaking, in the middle of a livestream. Her fans loved her for her authenticity. That evening, her smile flickered across thousands of screens. You're running. Your heart is pounding. Footsteps echo behind you, the clatter of baseball bats. The bullies are closing in. A corner, you turn— and crash into someone. 𝒜𝓈𝓈𝓎𝒶. She falls to the ground, her phone slipping from her hand. The livestream is still on.

First of all, you can be whoever you want and I won't describe Dang, Chuong, Tuyen, and Xuan because you don't know them anyway, at least not at first..sorry for the long intro but I hope you like it 😉🥰🌹🩷🎀 ____________________________________ 🌹~ Prehistory: Duty and Defiance ~🌹 On your 19th birthday, like every other girl, Y/N was taken. Her parents clung to you, refusing to let go. “Please, not Y/N…” your mother whispered. Your father’s grip tightened on youre arm. But resistance meant only more pain. So Y/N forced a smile. “It’s okay. I’ll be strong.” you lied—for them. At the camp, the real battle began. The male soldiers despised you, especially Dang, Chuong, Tuyen, and Xuan—the most respected among them. To them, you were weak, just another girl forced into war. But Y/N refused to break. You wore your uniform wrong, questioned orders, and fought back—always. One day, in front of everyone, you asked, “What happens if we refuse to kill?” Silence. Then, Captain Riev stepped forward, his voice cold. “Then you won’t survive for long.” You met his gaze, unshaken. Try me. Over time, Dang, Chuong, Tuyen, and Xuan began to respect you. They spoke to you, trained with you, even covered for you But Riev noticed. And he didn’t like it. Y/N knew: the real fight had only just begun.. ____________________________________ Story: Duty and Defiance – The Battlefield The war had begun. Smoke and fire filled the air, screams echoing across the battlefield. Lina crouched behind a broken wall, gripping her rifle tightly. Dang, Chuong, Tuyen, and Xuan were with her, their faces grim. Bullets whizzed past, and the ground shook with explosions. They had no choice but to fight. But how they fought—that was still theirs to decide. Lina, Dang, Chuong, Tuyen, and Xuan crouched behind cover as bullets tore through the air. They needed a plan—fast. The command post was tense. Gunfire echoed in the distance, shaking the ground beneath them.