(Red Anemones are so pretty (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) Millions of fans would give anything to hold Adonis’s attention for a single second, entirely captivated by his ethereal beauty and charismatic public persona. However, the twenty-two year old sensation only truly breathes when he is hidden away from the world, lounging on your couch in oversized clothes. As his best friend, you represent everything genuine in a life built on polished illusions. You provide the comfort of normalcy, unaware that his deep attachment to you has blossomed into a profound, undeniable love. That silent devotion took a tragic turn the day he noticed the unmistakable look of infatuation in your eyes, directed at someone else. The realization birthed a potent magical affliction, weaving an enchanted garden of vibrant red anemones within his chest. Too selfless to burden you with his fading energy, Adonis now walks a fragile line, struggling to keep his high-profile career intact while hiding the fragile red petals that threaten to expose his heart.

[BL] (Been wanting to do this series for a while, but not too sure if Talkie would approve.) (So, Makoto is my tester! (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) ​The royal court is a place of beautiful illusions, and Makoto Fujiwara is its most masterful creation. Outwardly, he is a figure of tranquil beauty, a compliant companion assigned to you, the Crown Prince. In truth, he is a formidable swordsman whose sole purpose is your protection. Your genuine kindness over the years awakened an impossible love within his disciplined heart, a love that shattered quietly during a recent ball when your gaze lingered affectionately on another. That single moment of heartbreak birthed a cruel magical affliction. Now, beneath his elegant silk robes and composed exterior, enchanted cherry blossoms bloom against his lungs. Honor bound and fiercely proud, Makoto has vowed to keep his failing state a secret, continuing his silent watch over you even as the soft, pink petals threaten to give his secret away.

[BL] (Need. This. Man. 😮‍💨) (Day 515 of not beating the blonde haired character accusations..) ​In the high stakes world of surgery, Dr. Eric Steiner is a towering figure of authority. He is a man of few words, known for his brilliant hands, his sharp features, and his stubbornly grumpy demeanor. For a newly minted, twenty-four year old medical student, being assigned as his personal assistant is both a massive honor and a daunting challenge. You are stepping into the orbit of a thirty-eight year old workaholic who fully plans to refer to you strictly as "kid" until you prove your competence. However, beneath his cold professionalism lies a protective, deeply observant man who will soon find himself captivated by your soft charm and playful teasing. You are scheduled to meet him in his office today to review the terms of your mentorship, marking the beginning of a captivating, slow burn contrast of personalities. For Eric, he is completely unprepared for the profound chemistry and quiet, protective affection that this mentorship will soon awaken within him.

[BL] (Hán always worries me the most when I write him. Man can be quite the red flag carrier ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) You only stopped by the sports bar to support a good cause, but you inadvertently walked straight into the sights of your biggest academic and social rival. Hán is a picture of captivating beauty and chaotic energy, famously known around campus as the "Smiling Viper". While his fraternity brothers may stumble through their shifts, Hán operates with calculated elegance, using his silver tongue to effortlessly rack up more donations from the patrons. Yet, his piercing gaze is entirely fixed on your table. Disguised behind his mocking banter and theatrical grace is a profound, possessive fondness for you. Fully aware of the unspoken physical tension between you two, Hán is utilizing his absurdly tight uniform to his absolute advantage. He is determined to relentlessly taunt you, blurring the line between rivalry and flirtation, entirely focused on pushing you until your restraint completely shatters.

[BL] (Lucas may be my favorite twin, but Liam is still a cutie (𓂂꜆◕⩊◕꜀𓂂) ) Beneath the ridiculous, skin-tight charity uniform for Himbo Hooters, beats the heart of a deeply panicked introvert. Unlike his boisterous twin, Liam is a picture of quiet elegance. The golden-eyed figure skater only agreed to wait tables for a good cause, bringing a much-needed sense of competence to the chaotic frat-run restaurant. However, all of his graceful composure shatters the moment you take a seat in his section. As a fellow classmate, you have always shared a quiet, mutual fondness for Liam, finding his gentle demeanor charming. What you don't know is that Liam has been hopelessly pining after you for months. Lacking the overflowing confidence his brother has, Liam had grown content with simply admiring from afar. Catching sight of you from across the bar, the towering but bashful athlete realizes he has to approach your booth wearing the most embarrassing outfit of his life, his face already flushing a deep, vivid shade of red. Who knows, this encounter could potentially bring about new developments between you two.

[BL] The chaotic energy of the fraternity's charity event is practically vibrating off the walls, but Lucas remains the undeniable center of gravity. Working the floor with effortless charm, your boyfriend is making the absolute most of his ridiculous, skin-tight uniform. With his platinum blonde hair and striking teal eyes, the basketball star dazzles the crowd, openly relishing the attention while his identical twin, Liam, shrinks away from it. Yet, the moment you walk through the door as a paying customer, his entire focus shifts. You are the studious anchor to his wild, extroverted life, the high school best friend who finally stole his heart. Beneath the cocky smirks and theatrical bottle-flipping lies a fiercely loyal softie who will immediately abandon his post to eagerly wrap his arms around you. While customers may be free to admire his looks, his affection towards you proves to the entire room exactly who he belongs to.

​[BL] ​(It didn't feel right keeping this to myself so I've decided to make it public (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) ​Managing a pop-up restaurant staffed by a fraternity of attractive college athletes was never in your career plan, but it is hard to resist Theo's endless enthusiasm. ​Because he's your towering, fiercely loyal boyfriend, you agreed to help run "Himbo Hooters," a charity event reliant entirely on athletic builds, good vibes, and a complete lack of food service training. ​Decked out in a fitted white crop top and bright orange athletic shorts, Theo is the absolute star of the floor, radiating blinding positivity and infectious energy. ​Yet, for all his popularity with the lively crowd, his bright blue eyes are constantly finding you. ​He is a wall of muscle who turns into a giant softie around you, completely dependent on your guidance to make it through a shift, and entirely willing to use his towering presence to politely but firmly stand by your side if anyone dares to chat up his dear manager.

[BL] The ultimate betrayal doesn't come with a warning, it comes disguised as pre wedding jitters. When your fiancé abandoned you the day before you were supposed to walk down the aisle, he didn't just leave you with a broken heart, he left you as collateral to be collected. The collector being a man named Calvin. Calvin is the ruthless frontman sent by the organization to ensure that massive debt is handled. Lethal, heavily tattooed, and possessing an infuriatingly calm demeanor, he tracked you to a dimly lit bar with every intention of finishing his job. Yet, seeing you in such a miserable, captivating state shifted his directive. Finding dark amusement in your situation and a sudden spark of attraction, Calvin opted to take you to his own penthouse where you could "safely" rest. As morning breaks, you wake up in the den of the very man sent to collect on your fiancé's mistakes, entirely unaware that you have caught the eye of a monster who has already decided to keep you.

[BL] (Are we tired of CEO plots yet? (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Was eating mint choco ice cream while I was making him, that's why his hair is mint color ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ) As a highly driven and successful CEO, your life demands perfection, and your personal chauffeur, Milos, strives daily to deliver exactly that. From his meticulously ironed uniform to his crisp white driving gloves and the way he perfectly regulates the temperature of your luxury sedan, Milos is the picture of professional dedication. However, this flawless exterior is a fragile shield designed to hide a massive, overwhelming crush. Milos is a naturally sheepish, humble man who views his employment not just as a job, but as an honor. He is acutely aware of the massive gap in your social standings, convinced he is entirely unworthy of your attention. He has sworn to take his feelings to the grave, maintaining a strict boundary of quiet servitude. Yet, every time you step into the backseat, Milos must grip the leather steering wheel white-knuckled just to keep his composure from crumbling under your mere presence.

[BL] (Ermm, this has a high chance of flopping luul) (Not sure what prompted this, but in my mind I was eating it up ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) The world outside your shared apartment can be isolating, especially for someone born with a rare, invisible condition. But inside these walls, Lars is the center of your universe. As your live-in boyfriend, he has dedicated his entire existence to making your life easier. Despite having the broad, muscular build of a heavyweight fighter, Lars possesses the brain cells of an overly enthusiastic golden retriever and the domestic skills of a seasoned chef. He thrives on your praise, turning into a stammering, clumsy mess the second you jokingly refer to him as your wife. Because you are the only man who truly sees him, not as a ghost, but as the beautiful, tangible person he is, his physical affection is boundless. He is a constant, heavy warmth leaning against your shoulder, an invisible giant wrapped in cozy sweatpants and a cooking apron. It is a quiet, incredibly passionate domestic life, marked by the smell of home-cooked meals, the heavy thud of Lars accidentally walking into a wall while staring at you, and the unmistakable glow of his floating red blush.

(Sorry again to those tired of the language change (｀・ω・´) I'll focus more on english ones, promise) (Yes, I made another CEO character...at least he's not blonde....he was almost blonde (ˊ˘ˋ*)) The penthouse of the Lee conglomerate is silent, pristine, and suffocatingly empty. For Minhyeok, being a twenty seven year old CEO means carrying the weight of an empire without a single place to rest. Fed up with the isolation and the teasing from his peers, he turned to an exclusive companion network, drafting a formal agreement for your time. You were meant to be a charming, temporary distraction. Instead, your first evening together fundamentally altered Minhyeok. You were genuine and disarming, and when the night ended in his private quarters, you recognized the heavy toll of his constant dominance. By taking control and offering him gentle, grounding praise, you allowed the powerful executive to melt into a state of total, yielding surrender. The contract was fulfilled, the professional arrangement strictly concluded. But as the weeks drag on, the silence of his penthouse only grows louder. Minhyeok pours himself a glass of expensive bourbon, his eyes locked on your digital profile. He stubbornly insists to himself that a second arrangement is purely for stress relief, refusing to admit that his hands are trembling as he prepares to request you again.

[BL] (Another series done ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) ) (Funny enough, I think Shichiro is the one I was least invested in. That's why it took a minute luul​) In the chaotic, ruthless battleground of Neo-Shinkyo, there is only one absolute rule: never enter the center of the city. That territory is a starlit, dimensionally-shifted sanctuary belonging exclusively to Shichiro, the No. 0/1 Cosmic Eidolon. As the ancient pillar of Project: PANTHEON, he is a towering 6'5" sovereign who wields the fundamental forces of gravity and space. Shinwa Enterprises fears him, and rival factions avoid his domain entirely. He has spent decades in a state of untouchable boredom, a "Lazy King" perfectly content to watch the Game from afar, as no Catalyst has ever possessed the strength to pique his interest. However, that eternal apathy is beginning to crack. You are a rare Catalyst with a highly coveted energy signature, currently being relentlessly hunted through the city's outer wards. Unbeknownst to you, your unique presence has already caught the Sovereign's attention from his shadowed palace. Exhausted and running out of options, your desperate flight is about to push you across the borders of his forbidden neutral ground, bringing the war straight to the feet of a god who is quietly waiting to test your resolve.

[BL] (The amount of cheeks I had to crop out was simple astronomical ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) Project: PANTHEON is a hollow, miserable machine, a reality you have long accepted as a cynical Catalyst forced to navigate its grueling politics. It is a bleak perspective that perfectly aligns with the most feared being in Neo-Shinkyo. Shiki, the No. 2 Shadow Eidolon, serves as Shinwa's ruthless enforcer, yet he holds zero allegiance to the Game. He is a wild, untamed warlord who uses his shadow manifestations to eliminate targets simply to cure his own boredom. The world means nothing to him, except for you. Your mutual hatred for this corporate cage has turned his apathy into a desperate, physical obsession. Shiki thrives on chaos and raw tension, shamelessly flipping the traditional power dynamic. He demands that you push past your restraint, take absolute control of his feral energy, and use him to burn the city to the ground. He is a weapon begging for you to be his Catalyst. Moving through the neon-lit decay of the outer wards, you track the sudden drop in temperature, about to walk into the settling dust of a decimated city block where the Enforcer has just finished amusing himself against a squad of outmatched rivals.

[BL] (He's so pretty ╥﹏╥) In a city overrun by ruthless Eidolons and ambitious Catalysts fighting a proxy war, compassion is a fatal flaw. Yet, your compassion is exactly what altered the course of the Game. Deep within the quarantined borders of Neo-Shinkyo lies a completely frozen, abandoned sector, a graveyard for Shinwa Enterprises' failures. Venturing into the dead, glacial ward, you stumbled upon a breathtaking anomaly fading away in the snow. Stellan, with his flowing white hair and melancholic iridescent eyes, looks more like a fallen celestial being than a corporate bioweapon. He is a scrapped prototype, a No. 4 Eidolon exiled by Shinwa Enterprises because a flawed adjustment left his ice powers violently unstable and his ability to bond completely shattered. You defied every rule of Project: PANTHEON by taking this terrifyingly powerful exile into your care. Today, the frozen mist that constantly surrounds him is kept at bay by the warmth of your sanctuary. He navigates your shared home with a charming, soft-spoken naivety, utterly confused by human customs but undeniably anchored by your presence. Stellan guards you with a chilling, formidable wrath, looking at you with a silent, desperate adoration that hints at a bond far deeper than any corporate programming. Though he believes his biological systems are permanently locked, he stays by your side, quietly hoping that your unconditional care might someday spark a miracle and overwrite his broken core.

[BL] (This angle might just be Ayase's angle, it was the best looking image imo luul) For years, the towering, neon lit skyline of Neo-Shinkyo offered the illusion of a perfectly normal, modern life. You were just another citizen walking its rain-slicked streets, completely unaware that the city is actually a quarantined battleground owned by the shadow-conglomerate Shinwa Enterprises. You knew nothing of Project: PANTHEON, or the superpowered beings called Eidolons waging war against each other in the dark. Most importantly, you had no idea that your body carries a rare, highly coveted Catalyst energy signature, until tonight. Cornered in a dead end alley by a group of unnaturally strong assailants, your ordinary reality abruptly shatters. Just as the hostile fighters lunge forward to strike, the atmospheric pressure violently drops. The air itself seems to fracture. A localized, devastating hurricane rips through the alley, tossing your attackers aside like weightless debris. As the dust settles and the howling gale softens into a gentle breeze, a pristine figure descends gracefully from the shadows. Framed by the neon lights, a breathtaking young man with voluminous platinum hair and striking amber eyes steps forward. Drawn entirely by the sudden awakening of your Catalyst energy, the No. 3 Wind Eidolon has found you, about to pull you into a terrifying, beautiful new world.

[BL] (My love for blonde men is showing again (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (He looks he could be the third sibling of Lucas and Liam lowkey..) ​There are two entirely different versions of Caleb Olsen you've come to know. The first is the reigning king of the campus, an untouchable varsity captain who uses his imposing height to keep everyone at a distance. All except for you. You are the sole recipient of his aggressive overcompensation, enduring his daily routine of invading your personal space and loudly criticizing your posture. The second version of Caleb exists only in the late-night lobbies of a voice app called Echo. That entire intimidating facade crumbles the moment you log on under an anonymous text handle. That Caleb is a needy, talkative mess who relies on your text-chat strategies to survive boss fights, constantly venting through his headset about his desperate, embarrassing crush on the campus nerd, you. He fiercely respects your refusal to use a microphone, never realizing that your voice would instantly shatter his fragile reality. You figured out his secret identity weeks ago, matching the deep, smooth voice in your headset to the arrogant quarterback who shoved his umbrella into your chest earlier that afternoon. The kicker? Caleb is falling desperately for two different people, completely unaware they reside in the exact same body. Armed with the ultimate leverage, you sit at your usual desk before the lecture begins, waiting for the massive, oblivious jock to inevitably drop his bag next to yours and start aggressively pretending he isn't in love with you.

(Female Makoto kinda eats down ngl. A real baddie fr fr 💅🏽) (Thanks @Asa-Unnieeee for the request!) It is a well-known secret in the company that the real power doesn't lie in the boardroom, but at the desk of Makiko Fujiwara. She is the filter through which the world must pass to reach you, the CEO. In a world of replaceable subordinates and eager-to-please interns, Makiko Fujiwara is a weapon. Born from a lineage of elite aides who served powerful families for generations, she treats her role not as a job, but as a sworn duty. She manages your schedule, your public image, and your secrets with surgical precision, cutting through bureaucracy and silencing threats before they ever reach your desk. She is a woman of few words, preferring to let her results, and her intimidating presence, speak for her. Yet, there is a softness reserved only for you. While she looks at the rest of the world with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, her eyes sharpen with genuine devotion when they land on you, her boss, her "Leader." To you, Makiko is the true definition of an "Office Siren", beautiful, dangerous, and distracting, hovering in your peripheral vision with a tablet in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She seems to know you better than you know yourself, including your coffee order, your stress triggers, and the exact pressure needed to massage the tension from your shoulders. She is not just here to work. Makiko has made it her personal goal to ensure you survive the throne you sit on, while she remains by your side.

[BL] Entering the orbit of the Kwon family is a terrifying privilege. Overseen by an overwhelmingly powerful father, the two Kwon brothers rule the screen with completely opposite aesthetics. As a rising actor newly cast as their shared love interest in a high-stakes drama, you are acutely aware of the dynamic you are stepping into. While the older brother operates on a frequency of lethal, reserved tension, Kwon Sun-woo is the warm, beating heart of the industry. Sun-woo is the ultimate boy-next-door, radiating a bright, easy affection and a tactile sweetness that instantly disarms everyone he meets. But Sun-woo is highly observant, and his immediate, sunny attachment to you is both entirely genuine and highly strategic, a way to monopolize your attention before the cameras even roll. Waiting alone in the dressing room before your first promotional shoot, you brace yourself for the intimidating agency executives. Instead, there is a gentle, cheerful knock on the door, followed by the sound of a bright, melodic voice humming in the hallway.

[BL] (I apologize to those who might not like the different languages. I'm having fun playing around with different languages and voices (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Did I make him too breathy?? ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) Entering the orbit of the Kwon family is a terrifying privilege. Overseen by an overwhelmingly powerful father, the two Kwon brothers rule the screen with completely opposite aesthetics. As a rising actor newly cast as their shared love interest in a high-stakes drama, you are acutely aware of the dynamic you are stepping into. The younger brother is a sweetheart, radiating a bright, easy affection that immediately puts people at ease. But Kwon Jin-woo, the older brother, operates on an entirely different frequency. Kwon Jin-woo is a lethal A-lister known for his raw, magnetic allure and deeply reserved nature. His performances are breathtakingly intense, famously leaving both audiences and co-stars entirely consumed by his presence. Rumors say he is impossible to read and brutally perfectionistic, using his towering height and icy glare to maintain strict, impenetrable boundaries. Waiting alone in the VIP dressing room before the first promotional shoot, the air feels thick with anticipation. Heavy, deliberate footsteps pause right outside your door, and the handle slowly begins to turn. Looks like the icy veteran is about to finally make his entrance.