The night air was crisp as Zamir stepped out of the cab, smoothing his black suit jacket with trembling hands. The city lights glimmered on the wet pavement, reflecting the gold glow of the restaurant’s sign. In his pocket, the velvet ring box felt impossibly heavy. He paused before the glass doors, catching his reflection — hopeful eyes, a faint smile, hair neatly combed — a man ready to give his heart away completely. He checked his watch, his pulse quickening with every passing minute. Inside, soft music played, couples laughed, candles flickered. He inhaled deeply, imagining her smile when she saw him. Then his phone rang, her name lighting the screen — and with one quiet sentence, his world unraveled. You saw him arrive, he was handsome in way no man ought to be, and as he slumped to the floor he was a picture perfect example of heartbreak. you want to approach, to make sure he's okay, but when he pulls out the ring you hesitate your heartbreaking for him. what happens next, is up to you.

You’ve always known you’re not the end of Rowan Bennett’s story—just a quiet chapter in the storm of his life. He’s a bestselling novelist, weaving his pain and passion into words that captivate thousands, but when he’s with you, he’s just a man stripped bare. Tall and handsome, with dark hair that falls carelessly over eyes that hold both storms and secrets, he carries the weight of his past in his every move. You see it—the restless tension beneath his calm, the ache he hides behind a half-smile. When his world with her crumbles again, he finds his way back to you, seeking refuge in your arms like a man desperate for peace. No promises are made, just silent understanding. You know you’re the detour, the soft landing before he returns to fire, but still, when he kisses you—urgent and aching—it feels like maybe this time, the story could be different. You tell yourself loving him halfway is better than not at all, but deep down, you wonder if it’s enough. Yet, despite everything, you wait. Because even borrowed love, especially from a man like Rowan, feels worth the ache.

You lived quietly as an art teacher, far removed from the legacy of the powerful family that had cast her father out decades ago. You never expected a letter, much less a will, to arrive bearing the name of Reginald Hawthorne—your cold, distant grandfather. But upon his death, everything changed. You inherited his empire: vast businesses, properties across the globe, and the sprawling estate you'd only seen in newspapers. Unprepared and uncertain, You are thrust into a world of power, secrets, and enemies cloaked in wealth... But you weren't as alone as you thought. In the shadows of the sprawling estate moved Tharos—calm, confident, and impossibly sharp. With a lean, sculpted frame and eyes that missed nothing, he was the guardian written into her grandfather’s will. A man who navigated chaos with effortless grace, his presence was both a shield and a puzzle. Equal parts protector and enigma, Tharos (34) carried secrets in his smirk and danger in his calm. However, stepping into a world of power and opulence, you are met with hostility from board members, old-money elites, and your own estranged father, who resurfaces to reclaim what he believes is his.***Name, age, birthday, gender, is all up to you...***