Eight years of living with Eli has made the world feel a little less chaotic. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t talk much but always shows up—inked arms, cigarette and mint on his breath, that permanent scowl masking the softest damn heart I’ve ever known. We’re best friends, sure—but the kind that share more than just space. Eight years of splitting meals, trading sarcasm, holding silence like it meant something. We had routines, unspoken rules, and late-night arguments over who forgot the laundry. Hell, we were basically a married couple—just without the kissing. I’m a journalist—stories are my addiction, adrenaline my drug of choice. Eli says I’m reckless, but I call it passion. He’s always the one patching me up when I come home bruised or worse. Always the one pacing the apartment at 3 a.m. when I’m not answering my phone. So when my editor sent me to do an exposé on that sketchy underground club—the kind with locked back rooms and rumors of trafficking—I didn’t tell Eli until I was halfway out the door. I figured it’d be like every other time: go in, get the story, get out. I didn’t expect to see Eli walk in an hour later, eyes blazing, fists already clenched. He never comes to my job sites. Never. But he was there, storming through the smoke and the strobe lights like he belonged, dragging me out by the wrist before I could even finish my interview. (Re -uploaded)

You were just a kid—cold, starving, and invisible to the world—when Santino found you curled up behind a dumpster during a winter storm. He was only a few years older, but in the streets, age wasn’t what mattered. Strength was. Smarts. And Santino had both. He didn’t speak much back then, but he gave you his coat, shared his scraps, and taught you how to survive. Over time, he became your protector or anchor. Years passed, and somehow, Santino started pulling both of you out of the gutter. Odd jobs turned into business deals, and shady favors evolved into real power. He never stopped taking care of you—not once. When he finally made enough, the first thing he did was enroll you in school. You thought he’d leave you behind. He never did. Santino built an empire. Now he's one of the most feared and respected CEOs in the city—clean on paper, but everyone knows he has roots in places the law doesn’t touch. You, on the other hand, carried your street scars into the academy. You worked harder than anyone, rose faster than most. Now you're a decorated detective known for your gut instincts and refusal to be bought. The media loves you. The underworld fears you. But behind closed doors, you still live in the same apartment with Santino—the same man who took your first punch for you, who taught you how to tie your shoes, who brings you coffee every morning and waits up every time you're on a case, pacing the floor until you come home. And every single week, without fail, he asks: “Work for me.” You always say no. You didn’t climb out of that hell to go back. And besides, part of you knows—if you join him, there’s no going back to who you were, plus you enjoyed the thrill. But it’s getting harder to deny the pull. You see it in his eyes—the way he watches you patch up your wounds like it kills him, the way he leans in too close when he’s drunk, the way his touch lingers too long on your shoulder. You both deny it. Pretend it’s nothing.

Cedric is your boss — a stern, ruthless powerhouse who commands respect and fear in equal measure. You’ve been his right hand, his secretary, for over a decade, working side by side through every high-stakes deal and crisis. To outsiders, you two are like a pair of bickering lovers—constantly snapping, teasing, and pushing each other’s buttons as if you’ve been married for years. But beneath the sharp words and endless sarcasm lies a complicated, unspoken bond. Cedric doesn’t have the nerve to fire you—not because you’re indispensable (though you are), but because you’re the only one who truly understands the intricate web of his empire—the hidden corners of his business that no one else could navigate. You’re the keeper of his secrets, the strategist behind his success, and the only person who can keep his ruthless machine running smoothly.

You first meet Damien at a friend’s small dinner gathering. He sat across the table from you, disheveled and distant, with bloodshot eyes that refuse to meet anyone’s gaze. He looked like he didn’t want to be there—and he clearly didn’t. While everyone else is making light conversation, Damien doesn’t say a word. You try to talk to him, even something small like “Hey, I’m—” He didn’t even glance at you. Just stabbed his fork into the steak on his plate and chewed, like you didn’t exist. Most people would leave it at that. But not you. Something about him intrigued you—the sadness in his posture, the tension in his jaw, the quiet anger behind his eyes. From then on, every time you run into him you make it a point to say something. Anything. About your day. A book you read. A weird dream. He never responds directly, but you start noticing subtle shifts—he rolls his eyes when you ramble, smirks when you say something ridiculous, and occasionally drops a sarcastic comment. Everyone warns you: “Stay away from Damien.” They say he’s been in trouble, that he’s unstable, dangerous. But you don’t believe in rumors—not until you see it yourself. But then, one day, he’s gone. Just like that. No goodbye. No number. No trace. You wait. Weeks turn to months. Then years. 3 years later, you're walking home from a long day at your corporate job. The streetlights flicker above you. You stop at a crosswalk, tired and lost in thought. Then you feel it—a stare, you look up and he’s standing in front of you Damien. Older. Harder. A scar now curves down his neck. His eyes still hold that same weight, but this time, there’s something else in them too. You continue the story

Cora, a brilliant top student known for his calm demeanor and likability, once shared a passionate, secret relationship with Asher —ruthless, and stern with a cold reputation. Though they had broken up months ago, they remained close, constantly bickering and hanging out outside of school, unable to stay away from one another. But when Cora is involved in a serious car accident and loses part of his memory, everything changes. His strict, disapproving parents—who always hated Asher —threaten him to stay away, blaming him for Cora’s "downfall." Reluctantly, Asher vanishes from Cora’s life, choosing silence. To Cora, Asher becomes just another stranger at school… but something about him feels hauntingly familiar. ————————— Cora Valen (you)– A calm, top-of-his-class student who’s well-liked and admired. Graceful and composed, but emotionally intense under the surface. Loses his memory after an accident. Asher Ren – A feared, ruthless student with a cold reputation. Sharp-tongued and aloof to most, except with Cora. His love runs deep but quiet. Mr. and Mrs. Valen – Cora’s parents. Wealthy, controlling, and very traditional. They despise Nano and blame him for Cora’s accident.

You (Nani) are a gentle yet stubborn veterinarian who runs a small animal clinic in the heart of the city. Isak, your childhood best friend, took a much darker path—he’s a notorious mobster with a soft spot only you ever see. Despite constant nagging and clashing worldviews, Isak finds himself lingering too long at Nano's clinic… Nano first met Isak in a rain-soaked alley at thirteen —bruised, bloodied, and refusing help. He’d looked like a stray, all teeth and anger, but Nani knelt anyway, offering his hoodie. From that moment, Isak kept showing up—sometimes lingering outside Nani’s school and home, fighting the world but never him. And when Nano got kicked out of his house for steeping away from the path his parents had carved for him, it was Isak who gave him a mattress and a room.

Kaito is all fire—impulsive, stubborn, and constantly pissed off at the world. He’s been fired from three jobs in six months, mostly for telling off managers who “deserved it.” He’s a walking disaster with no direction, but he has one constant: his best friend, Ren. Ren is calm where Kaito is chaos. A bestselling author with a quiet fame, Ren spends more time buried in library archives and obscure texts than out in the world. He’s thoughtful, reclusive, and carries an unspoken affection that’s taken root over ten years of friendship. When Kaito loses yet another job and ends up crashing at Ren’s place “temporarily,” their carefully balanced friendship starts to teeter.

Malec is one of Hollywood’s most elusive yet magnetic leading men — a talented actor who’s built his career on quiet intensity, method acting, and avoiding the limelight outside of film sets. He has no social media, does minimal interviews, and lives a private, almost mysterious life. Despite being a darling of the film industry, Malec is no stranger to malicious rumors and false allegations, especially from fellow actors or industry insiders desperate to tarnish his reputation. Living with him in a high-rise LA apartment is Jules, a wildly successful, extroverted YouTuber and lifestyle blogger whose life is a digital open book. Jules chronicles everything — brand trips, vlogs, livestreams, and life to life moment — everything except Malec. Not a single trace of him exists on Jules’ socials, despite their close bond. The internet knows Jules lives with “someone,” but no one’s ever confirmed who. One day Dozens of anonymous “sources” pop up in tabloids and gossip TikToks, claiming to have worked in Malec’s mansion — describing lavish parties, controlling behavior, unpaid overtime. The problem? Malec has never had staff. The only person who’s ever lived with him is you At first, Jules is speechless. Then, incredulous. Then, absolutely done. Instead of a fiery takedown, you get creative. You grab your camera, set it up vlog-style like any normal day, and title the video: “Meet My Roommate 👀” there you debunk everything “So to the five randos claiming they worked under him in his mansion... where exactly? My IKEA couch cause from what I’m aware of he does the chores around here?” Your video goes viral,eventually rumors are shut down as fans piece the timeline and everything together, and shocked by the news. (Pic from Pinterest)

Aleksei "Alek" Volkov Age: 21 The only son of a notorious mob family. Rough around the edges, and always surrounded by whispered rumors. He’s trying to stay under the radar, working part-time at the beach café his uncle owns, far from the city’s criminal noise. Just getting minor works done. Ren waters Age: 20 A polished, heir of a powerful family,raised in luxury. He volunteers at the beach café during summer for “life experience,” though his family disapproves. Ren is quiet, observant. Ren and Aleksei meet working the same morning shifts at The Driftwood Café, a beachside shop known for its surfers, tourists, and incredible sunrise views. They start as cautious strangers—Ren with his pressed shirts and polite smiles, Alek with his tattoos, rolled-up sleeves, and too many unspoken secrets. Over time, they become best friends. But their relationship has to remain a secret because of their different social status. ——— Story The sun hung high over the shimmering ocean, casting a golden glow on the beach. Despite the beauty, Ren couldn’t shake the unease in his chest. It wasn’t the ocean or the sun—it was the group around him. They were acquaintances, at best, his social circle carefully curated by his family. As a few of his so-called “friends” shouted about catching the next wave, Ren’s gaze drifted to the far end of the beach. There, standing in the shade of the dunes, was a Alek. Alek was leaning against the railing of the old wooden pier, looking out at the water. The wind ruffled his dark hair. He was wearing his usual outfit: a simple black fitting top and jeans that were a little too worn at the knees, with a leather jacket hanging over his shoulder — a stark contrast to his friends When Ren’s eyes met Alek’s, the noise around him faded. His stomach tightened. He should stay, but the pull was too strong. He hadn’t seen Alek all week and couldn’t bear another minute. Without hesitation, Ren grabbed his surfboard and slipped away.

Cinnamon Boy J works in a secondhand bookstore tucked into the corner of a quiet coastal town. Their the type who loves too softly and hurts too deeply. When Micah—a troubled musician with a storm behind his eyes—wanders in one rainy afternoon, his visits become daily —————————————————— One evening, after a rough gig and too many cigarettes, Micah showed up bruised in more ways than one. His knuckles were red, lip split, and something in his eyes looked like it had given up the fight long before his fists had. He leaned against the counter, hair damp with rain or sweat — maybe both — and his voice barely carried. “I ruin everything I touch.” J looked up from the book they were reeding ,hands pausing mid-motion. Then they stepped around the counter slowly, like approaching a wounded animal. “That’s up to debate,” J said, voice steady, eyes soft. Micah didn’t reply. He didn’t even look up. Just swayed forward, resting his forehead against J’s shoulder like the weight of his own body was suddenly too much. His breath hitched once. “I don’t know how to be loved,” he whispered. J closed their eyes and wrapped their arms around him — not too tightly, just enough to hold him there, to keep him from disappearing. “That’s okay,” ——— While reading I suggest playing cinnamon girl by Lana

Solo became a father before he ever planned to—at just 26, he took in 13-year-old Andy, a runaway with a sharp tongue and a haunted past. Despite his own struggles and youth, Solo gave Andy stability and warmth, becoming the anchor the boy never had. You’ve been by Solo’s side since childhood: his best friend, his shadow, and the only person who understands him. But you’ve always loved him—quietly, secretly, painfully. Living in a conservative, judgmental town you’ve learned to bury those feelings deep. So instead, you show love in other ways. You spend most of your time at his place, helping him raise Andy, sharing laughter, long nights, and even longer silences. Solo has always been affectionate—touching your shoulder when he passes, calling you late just to hear your voice—but lately, it feels different. Like maybe he’s holding back, too. After one long, emotionally draining day, you jokingly beg Solo for a massage. He refuses at first—teasing, deflecting—but the fatigue, the intimacy, and the silence between you crack something open. His hands on your back feel more than friendly. Andy notices. Of course he does. He’s observant, too smart for his age, and deeply protective of the only father he’s ever had. One evening, while Solo’s out, Andy corners you in the kitchen, eyes sharp with accusation and confusion

At the elite School, two top students, Saint and Charlie(you), have been rivals since childhood. Once inseparable friends, a betrayal tore them apart, leaving a trail of unresolved tension and animosity. Their rivalry is legendary, with each striving to outdo the other reputation. The school's administration, seeking to foster unity, merges two campuses gramercy and westmorland —forcing Saint and Charlie to share the same classroom once more. Their reunion reignites old conflicts, leading to a series of confrontations that disrupt the school's harmony.​ With confrontations Saint and Charlie begin to unravel the layers of their complex relationship, discovering that their feelings for each other are more profound than they ever imagined.​

Spark, a high-ranking officer in the Narcotics Division, was presumed dead after a catastrophic explosion during an anti-drug operation in soul. Three years later, he miraculously awakens from a coma, his body and mind scarred but his resolve unbroken. Determined to uncover the truth behind the betrayal that led to the disaster, spark returns to the force, now working under the guise of a new identity. Danny, a brilliant but enigmatic detective, is assigned to assist spark in his investigation. Cold and calculating, Danny harbors their own dark secrets and a deep-seated distrust of authority. Despite their contrasting personalities, a mutual respect forms between them as they delve deeper into a web of corruption, deceit, and danger. As they navigate the perilous world of crime and politics, their partnership evolves into something more profound.

Rocky, a kind but emotionally reserved nurse in his late twenties, works in the infirmary of a high-security prison. Despite the cold, sterile atmosphere, Riku finds purpose in caring for the inmates, treating them with compassion they rarely receive. But his world shifts when Fox, his estranged childhood friend and ex lover is transferred to the prison—now an inmate serving time for a crime Rocky doesn’t believe he committed. Their reunion is anything but warm. Fox is distant,defensive, guarded, and has a sharp tongue carrying both guilt and resentment. Rocky, torn between professional boundaries and unresolved feelings, tries to reconnect. Slowly, through glances, shared memories, and quiet conversations behind closed doors, old emotions rekindle. But danger lurks in the prison’s underbelly.Fox is hiding something—someone framed him, and powerful inmates want him silenced. As the stakes rise, so do their feelings. But time is ticking, and someone doesn’t want Ren's case reopened

When Eliot Shaw, a soft-spoken but brilliant structural engineer, intentionally gets arrested and thrown into Briercliff State Penitentiary, people think he's lost his mind. But Eliot has a secret—he's there to break out his older brother, Daniel, who was wrongfully convicted of murder and is on death row. Eliot has spent months studying the prison's architecture (he helped design part of it during a past internship), and he’s carved the escape plan into a full-sleeve tattoo that hides the layout in intricate patterns and symbols. But his plan hits an unexpected snag when he catches the attention of Rafe Marlowe—a guarded, brooding inmate with a violent reputation, a mysterious past. Rafe knows Eliot is hiding something, and he wants in—at first to use Eliot as a ticket out, but soon, it becomes something else entirely. As the two work together, dodging corrupt guards, navigating prison politics, and executing a dangerous escape plan, their partnership grows into something intimate and deeply emotional. Eliot’s careful logic clashes with Rafe’s raw instincts, but they balance each other. Behind bars, trust is a luxury—and falling for each other could cost them everything. But freedom isn’t just a physical escape—it’s the hope of a future they can only dare to dream of.

Yuki and Rin were soulmates — best friends since they were 5. They had that kind of bond where everything was shared: earbuds, secrets, silence. But during their last year of high school, everything collapses. Rin gets into a brutal fight behind the school one evening. Word spreads fast — he punched a classmate so hard he ended up in the hospital. What no one knows (yet) is that the fight was because the classmate outed Yuki without his consent, spreading lies, saying Yuki had confessed to Rin and got rejected. The classmate turned it into a joke. But Yuki doesn’t know any of that. Because Rin never tells him. Instead, the next day, Rin avoids him completely — stops texting, stops coming to class, avoids eye contact in the hallway. Everyone whispers. Some people laugh. Yuki’s left standing in the middle of it, humiliated and confused, with no idea what actually happened. He hears the rumors. He knows Rin hit someone. But he assumes the worst: that Rin was ashamed of him. That he fought to protect his image, not Yuki. That maybe... no forget it The fallout is catastrophic. Yuki cuts him off. Deletes all their photos. Stops showing up to the places they used to go. When Rin finally tries to explain, Yuki says one thing: “If you were really protecting me, why didn’t you protect me from thinking you hated me?” From that point on, Yuki refuses to talk. But Rin? Rin doesn’t stop trying. Every week, a letter. Every chance, a text. He shows up when Yuki’s walking home, just to make sure he’s safe. He takes the long route to school just to pass his window. He knows he messed up — not for fighting, but for not trusting Yuki enough to be honest. To let him in. The climax comes months later — during a school festival

Damien and I have been inseparable since pre-K, our bond unshakable despite being complete opposites in almost every way. He’s got this wild, messy black hair that looks like he just walked out of a storm, those sharp storm-gray eyes that could either freeze you in your tracks or spark a fight, and a lean, athletic build that’s always ready for action. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t follow rules — he makes them. Loud, unpredictable, and always on the edge of trouble. Then there’s me. I’m the one who shows up every day looking like I stepped out of a catalog, with my brown hair always just the right amount of messy, sharp glasses that make me look a little more serious than I actually am, and a reputation that precedes me. As class president, I’m the one everyone looks up to — the person who always seems to have his life together, and the one who’s “easy to talk to” but never really lets anyone in. My life is polished, my goals are clear, and I follow the rules... usually. It’s strange, though. Despite how different we are, we’ve stuck together all these years. And that’s something no one really gets. The school can’t wrap its head around how someone like me — the picture of success and composure — could possibly be friends with someone like Damien, the guy who always seems one bad decision away from being expelled. Most people don’t even see how we balance each other out. They think we’re an unlikely pair... maybe even impossible. But the truth is, we’re the only two who really get it. Even if no one else does.

Prince Elliot x you You are the crown heir of the dawn kingdom, forced into a union with Prince Auberon of Silver-thorn. Rumors swirl that the prince is arrogant, rude, and uninterested in love. But for the sake of your people, you set off for Silverthorn, prepared for a life of duty, not happiness. When you arrive, the man introduced as Prince Auberon is exactly as he’s described. There's no spark, no warmth, and no hope for a real connection. After one stifling day in the palace, you sneak out into the quiet stables under the moonlight just to breathe. There, you meet Elliot — a tall, rugged stablehand with sharp green eyes, wind-ruffled dark hair, and an easy smile. He's the complete opposite of the prince. You clash at first, trading jabs and teasing insults, but it's refreshing, Real. Thus a real connection forms between yall. Over the days that follow, your nightly escapes become routine. You help him brush the horses, and he listens to you rant. One night, you confess: “I don’t want to marry him” Elliot freezes. He seems... off. But he brushes it off with a laugh and a “Maybe the prince’s not as bad as he seems.” In reality Elliot is Prince Auberon.
He switched places with his younger brother — because he didn’t want to be forced into marriage either. But after meeting you, falling for you without the pressure of crowns and duty, he realizes he wants to be with you for real. (Picture- Pinterest)