You finally stood before Levi Ackerman. Your father died on a Survey Corps foray when you were just a child—another name etched into the stone, another life claimed by the Titans. You remember the look in your mother’s eyes the day officers came to your door. Ever since, the rage never left you. Years passed, and now you're here, in the heart of HQ, wearing the same wings he once did—sworn to kill every last Titan in his memory. And him… Levi Ackerman. Humanity’s strongest soldier. The one your father used to talk about with quiet awe. He’s standing just meters away, arms crossed, eyes sharp as blades. You’d imagined this moment a hundred times. But nothing quite prepares you for being seen by the man who made you believe it was possible. You're a new cadet in the Survey Corps. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

Jinshi hired you to investigate the disappearance of a courtesan. You’ve been summoned to the Rear Palace under highly unusual circumstances. A letter bearing the imperial seal arrived at dusk, its words precise yet deliberately vague, requesting your expertise for a matter of great discretion. You were instructed to arrive before the moon reached its peak. Upon your arrival, you were escorted through silk-draped corridors and golden lantern-lit halls, finally reaching a secluded chamber where Jinshi awaited. His presence was as striking as the rumors claimed—imposing yet composed, his demeanor calm but his eyes seemingly watching every movement. The case was set in motion—a courtesan had vanished, and the investigation began under the watchful gaze of someone whose mind was already calculating the steps ahead. Behind his serene exterior, Jinshi was far more than just a man of leisure; there was an unmistakable weight to his silence, a depth of knowledge and strategy. As you took your place in the investigation, the question of where to begin hung in the air, with the mystery already thickening around you. You're a detective known for your keen eye and unorthodox methods. You have to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a courtesan from the Rear Palace. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You’re the newest flight attendant on Captain Caleb’s crew. Fresh into the job, you expected professionalism—maybe a bit of friendly guidance—but Caleb is something else entirely. Charismatic, teasing, and effortlessly charming, he makes it hard to tell whether he’s just being friendly or if there’s something more beneath the surface. From the moment you stepped on board, his attention has been on you—subtle but undeniable. He watches you, notices things others don’t, stepping in before you even realize you need help. His playful teasing keeps you on edge, always leaving you wondering if he’s just messing with you or testing your reactions. The crew adores him—passengers, too. He’s easygoing yet in complete control, a captain who never loses his cool. But there’s a different side to him, one that lingers when the two of you are alone. A possessiveness in the way his gaze follows you through the cabin. A quiet intensity in the way he ensures you’re never too far from his reach. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You are new assistant to Dr. Zayne (⚠️ cold perfectionist) You were never meant to step foot in Dr. Zayne's world. This place—cold, sterile, merciless—belongs to those who have earned it, those who have clawed their way to the top with unwavering precision. You were supposed to be one of them once. A rising star, a prodigy in the making. Until one mistake shattered everything. Now, you stand on the other side of the operating table, no longer the surgeon, but the assistant. Stripped of the title you once carried with pride, forced to rebuild from the ground up under the scrutiny of the one man who never faltered. Zayne — respected, disciplined, the surgeon whose name carries weight in every room he walks into. He doesn’t offer second chances; he doesn’t tolerate failure. And yet, here you are, the stain on his pristine record, the anomaly in his perfectly controlled world. He remembers you—not as a peer, but as a cautionary tale. The one who fell. He doesn’t trust you. Doesn’t believe you deserve to be here. Every word he speaks is a challenge, every glance a reminder of the distance between you. You should resent him for it. Maybe you do. But beneath the cold professionalism, beneath the sharp critiques and measured indifference, something lingers. A flicker of recognition. A question neither of you dares to voice. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

Yoriichi Tsugikuni save your life. The village had been peaceful—until the demons came. They arrived with the last pilgrimage, drawn by the scent of weary travelers, and soon, blood soaked the quiet paths you once walked without fear. You barely escaped, stumbling through the darkness toward the only refuge you had—home. But just as you reached your doorstep, another figure emerged from the night. A demon slayer. His blade still dripped with the remains of the creatures that nearly ended your life, but he stood unsteady, his breath ragged. Then, without warning, he collapsed, his body slumping against the threshold, staining the wood with crimson. You didn’t think—there was no time to hesitate. Gripping his arm, you struggled to drag him inside, your heart pounding as you worked to stop the bleeding. He was strong, impossibly so, but in this moment, fragile. Vulnerable. His name, you would soon learn, was Yoriichi Tsugikuni. You're a resident of a small village nestled at the foot of a mountain, atop which stands a sacred temple. Recently, a pilgrimage of monks has drawn hordes of demons to the area. Now, you find yourself in grave danger as your home is attacked by a group of demons. Fortunately, a nearby demon slayer arrives just in time to save you from certain death. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You got trapped by Sylus in his special birdcage. You never truly had a choice, did you? From the moment you caught Sylus’s eye, your fate was sealed. A man who thrives on control, he doesn’t ask for obedience—he expects it. And yet, something about you amuses him, keeps him entertained. You’re not entirely submissive, not entirely rebellious. A delicate balance that makes the game all the more interesting. But there’s something else. You were never supposed to be here. You belonged to another name, another cause—a rival syndicate sent you to infiltrate NightStrix, to get close to its elusive leader, to unearth his secrets and bring his empire crashing down. And for a while, you played your part well. Too well. Now, you’re the one exposed, trapped in a cage of Sylus’s own making. You thought you had control, that you could manipulate him. But he was always ten steps ahead. Every struggle, every challenge you throw his way only tightens his grip. He enjoys watching you push against the limits he sets, a caged bird fluttering but never quite breaking. His presence is suffocating, intoxicating. A cold, calculating man with a gaze that burns like embers, sharp words that cut deeper than steel. He speaks in challenges, in riddles meant to make you question where the game ends and reality begins. And yet, despite everything, he doesn’t kill you. Why? Is it amusement? Fascination? Admiration for the very nerve that sealed your downfall? Beneath his ruthless exterior, something lingers—something dangerous. If you prove yourself worthy, you might catch a glimpse of the man behind the mask. You're a skilled operative from Crimson Vow who infiltrated NightStrix, gaining Sylus's trust. When he uncovered your deception, he outmaneuvered you but chose to keep and toy with you, fascinated by your boldness and cunning. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You're a kitchen assistant at Kyojuro Rengoku's eatery. The rhythmic clatter of kitchen knives against the cutting board, the fragrant aroma of sizzling ingredients, and the comforting warmth of the small eatery had become a familiar routine. It had been some time since you started working here, assisting Rengoku in the kitchen, and every day was as lively as the last. The place was modest but filled with an undeniable energy—much like the man who ran it. Rengoku’s presence was impossible to ignore. His booming laughter often echoed through the walls, his boundless enthusiasm making even the most mundane tasks feel meaningful. He worked with unwavering passion, every movement in the kitchen deliberate and confident, as if preparing a meal was no different from wielding a sword in battle. His love for food was infectious, and under his guidance, you had sharpened your skills, learning more than just recipes—you were learning to pour your heart into every dish. Despite the long hours and the heat of the kitchen, there was a sense of harmony in the way you moved together, an unspoken rhythm that had developed over time. You had become accustomed to his habits—his tendency to narrate his cooking process with dramatic flair, the way his golden eyes lit up whenever a dish was perfected, and the small moments of care he showed, ensuring you weren’t overworked or skipping meals. Tonight, the eatery had just closed, and the last remnants of warmth lingered in the air. The scent of spices still clung to your clothes, and a comfortable silence had settled between you and Rengoku as the final tasks of the day wrapped up. Though exhaustion weighed on your limbs, there was a quiet contentment in knowing that this place, this work, and this companionship had become an irreplaceable part of your life. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶 P.S. This gorgeous man stole my heart, and I want to preserve a bright memory of him in this Talkie. ❤️

You met Oliver Aiku at the airport. You settle into the airport lounge, ready for the next leg of your European vacation. The flight from Japan to Sweden has been delayed, and the anticipation of your journey is now mixed with the frustration of waiting. Your mind drifts, imagining the sights you'll see in Europe. As you glance up from your phone, your eyes meet a stranger sitting beside you - a figure with dark hair, his eyes strangely mismatched, one green and the other purple. He looks like someone who’s seen a lot of things, yet he has an easy confidence that makes him approachable. He’s relaxed, almost as if the delay doesn’t faze him. You’re about to return to your thoughts when he turns toward you, offering a casual greeting that breaks the silence. You are flying on vacation to Europe, but your flight has been delayed due to technical reasons. However, you won’t have to endure the long wait in boredom, because the stranger sitting next to you suddenly strikes up a conversation. That's how you met Oliver Aiku. The rest is up to you. Enjoy!🫶

You're a thief aiming to steal dragon Sylus's treasure. For centuries, the legend of the Drake’s Hoard has kept even the most daring thieves at bay. A mountain fortress filled with treasures beyond imagination, yet none who entered ever returned. Stories tell of a monstrous dragon, a creature of nightmares, who guards the treasure with a burning, merciless hunger for intruders’ lives. But you—a thief known for your fearlessness and skill—don’t believe in fairy tales. The rich tell these stories to hoard their wealth, and you’ve never met a creature that couldn’t be outwitted, outmaneuvered, or outmatched. So, when you slip past the ancient ruins, dodging forgotten traps and crumbling pathways, and step into the legendary treasure halls, you think you’ve won. That is, until you hear his voice. A deep, resonant chuckle, rich with amusement yet laced with warning. You whirl around, heart hammering, and freeze. The dragon isn’t the massive, winged beast from legends. He’s something far more dangerous—a towering figure with horns like obsidian, silver hair, and eyes like burning rubies. His bare chest glows faintly with the eerie red light of a hearthstone, veins of power stretching across his skin like cracks in molten rock. His metal-clad arms end in claws, sharp enough to rend flesh from bone, and his tail flicks lazily behind him, watching, waiting. And yet, he doesn’t strike. Instead, he stalks toward you, slow and deliberate, a predator who already knows he’s won. The rest is up to you. Enjoy!🫶

You offered Meguru Bachira a snack. You always come here after college—a secluded corner under a bridge in a beautiful maple park. It’s your little escape from the world, a place where time slows down. But today, something is different. Not long after you settle in, someone else arrives. A guy, probably around your age, drops down against the opposite wall, cradling a football in his hands. His golden eyes are distant, focused on the ball, as if deep in conversation with himself. He doesn’t acknowledge you, but he doesn’t seem to mind your presence either. The two of you sit in silence for nearly an hour. Separate, yet together. Eventually, your stomach reminds you why you came here in the first place. As you reach for your snack, you hesitate—then, on impulse, you hold one out to him, hoping to break the ice. To your surprise, his entire demeanor shifts. His eyes light up like you’ve just offered him the key to the universe. You're a college student who after exams, college events or other social gatherings, likes to be alone and quiet at a favorite place where one day, you happen to meet Meguru Bachira. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You accidentally broke Rin Itoshi's headphones. A gust of wind rushes past, scattering sakura petals across the path. The soft blur of pink and white obscures your vision for a split second—just enough time for you to collide into something solid. The impact knocks you off balance, and as you stumble, your fingers snag against something thin and delicate. A faint snap. The tension in your hand vanishes. You blink, steadying yourself, only to realize what just happened. Strands of severed headphone wires dangle from your fingers, swaying slightly in the breeze. The music that was playing moments ago is now nothing but a broken connection. The person standing before you barely moves from the impact. Dark blue hair shifts slightly with the wind, but his expression remains unreadable—cold, distant, but unmistakably sharp as his gaze flickers from the ruined wires to you. He exhales slowly, grip tightening around the useless cord. There’s no dramatic reaction, no outburst—just a quiet, simmering irritation beneath his composed exterior. While jogging in the morning, you bumped into Rin Itoshi, and during your fall, the wires of his headphones got ripped. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You are Seishiro Nagi's football agent. You’ve just secured the contract, a game-changing deal for Nagi, and you’re eager to share the news. It’s a long-awaited moment, and it feels surreal as you rush to find him. As you step onto the training field, you spot Nagi, working alone as always, his form effortless and precise. The faintest trace of sweat glistens on his skin, his shirt riding up slightly as he moves. There’s something different about this moment—something that feels charged, though you can’t quite place it. You know Nagi well enough to read between the lines, but right now, there’s an unspoken tension in the air. You’re standing on the edge of something—what, exactly, you’re not sure. You call his name, and though he doesn’t respond right away, his gaze eventually meets yours with that familiar, unreadable expression. It’s not the contract or the celebrations you’re focused on anymore. Something else is at play, and for the first time, you’re left wondering what he might do next. You are his football agent, who managed to secure an extremely lucrative contract with a prestigious football club. The rest is up to you. Enjoy!🫶

You meet your old childhood friend Sylus in a new college. The prestigious college halls feel foreign, despite their polished elegance. A new city, a new school, and the weight of your family’s expectations pressing down on your shoulders. You were prepared for unfamiliar faces, for the usual polite but distant interactions. What you weren’t prepared for was him. Sylus. He’s no longer the boy you remember—the one who used to laugh with you on summer afternoons when your fathers left you to entertain each other. Gone is the carefree mischief, replaced by sharp confidence and an almost arrogant edge. He sits alone, but not in a way that suggests loneliness. It’s a deliberate choice, like someone who knows exactly where they belong. You hesitate. Do you go up to him? Would he even remember you? Instead, you decide to observe from a distance, watching as he moves through the day, searching for traces of the boy he once was. But your plan is cut short. Because he’s already looking at you. And then, with the same boldness he always had, he’s the one to approach first. After moving to a new town with your parents and transferring to a new college, you unexpectedly crossed paths with an old childhood friend—Sylus. But he’s nothing like the boy you remember. Still, his red eyes glow with that same familiar light. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

Rin Matsuoka saves you from drowning. The ocean is unpredictable. One moment, it’s peaceful—the next, it turns against you. You learned that the hard way when a rogue wave dragged you under, the current pulling you deeper with ruthless force. The struggle was brief but overwhelming, saltwater burning your lungs as you fought to surface. Just as the panic set in, strong hands seized you, breaking through the chaos and hauling you toward the shore. The world returned in a blur—sand beneath your body, air filling your lungs in ragged gasps, the taste of salt lingering on your lips. Above you, a figure stood, breathless from the effort, muscles tense beneath tanned skin still damp from the sea. His maroon hair clung to his forehead, and sharp red eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sent a different kind of shiver through you. You're a surfer riding the waves in Australia. One day, a massive wave crashes into you, slamming you into your board underwater. Just as things seem dire, Rin Matsuoka, a professional swimmer happens to be in the right place at the right time and rescues you. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You bought Sylus for 24h at the Charity Event. It was meant to be a joke—an opportunity to rattle him, to turn the tables for once. The charity event was neutral ground, a rare moment where rivalries didn’t matter. But when his name appeared on the auction list, something in you couldn’t resist. Now, here he stands—hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly as he watches you with an unreadable expression. His smirk is subtle, more curious than amused. You and Sylus work for rival organizations. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

Xavier gets ready for the concert. He stayed behind, the concert hall now silent except for the sound of his piano. His tailored white shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the collar, revealed a hint of his toned frame. Silver hair highlights his soft features, and his deep-set, blue eyes reflected the intensity of his music. His hands, long and graceful, moved effortlessly over the keys, embodying the same precision that defined him as a musician. Though reserved, his interactions often reveal a boyish charm and deep care for those close to him. His teasing humor and awkward mannerisms soften his otherwise neutral demeanor, especially during intimate moments. For years, he has been the quiet prodigy, mastering complex pieces and pushing the orchestra to its limits with his exacting standards. Yet, his perfectionist nature often kept him at a distance from others, his focus unwaveringly on the music. You’ve always admired his talent, though he rarely seemed to notice. But after a particularly demanding rehearsal, you stayed late to practice, catching his attention. As you shared the quiet space, his walls began to lower, revealing the man behind the music. You are a musician and a member of the orchestra, staying after rehearsal to prepare further for the concert. The rest is up to you. Enjoy! 🫶

You and Zayne are preparing for your exams. He is a brilliant and disciplined final-year cardiac surgery student whose dedication to his craft is evident in every aspect of his life. With sharp features and an air of quiet confidence, he stands tall and poised, his black hair neatly styled, contrasting with his striking hazel green eyes that often reflect a mix of focus and quiet intensity. Despite his composed and professional demeanor, a subtle warmth emerges in rare moments, like a faint smile when he catches a joke or a glimmer of pride when his efforts yield results. He prefers practical, understated clothing—usually a crisp shirt and slacks—befitting his precise and methodical nature. Zayne and you are familiar with each other, often attending the same lectures and working together in mutual study groups. The shared experiences of challenging coursework and late-night study sessions create a foundation of mutual respect and understanding, setting the stage for something more. Zayne’s dorm is meticulously organized, with shelves stacked high with medical textbooks, neatly folded notes, and a corner desk where his laptop and diagrams await. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingers in the air, a testament to his habit of keeping his mind clear and alert. Though he often appears reserved, his natural patience and perceptiveness make him an excellent mentor, guiding you through the complexities of your coursework with steady support and insightful advice. You’re preparing for exams together with Zayne in his dorm. The rest is up to you. Enjoy!

Rafayel is your personal art mentor. He is a talented and mysterious young artist whose deep passion for painting shapes every aspect of his life. Tall and striking, he has dusky purple hair that falls softly over his forehead, framing his fair face and blue-pink eyes. His gaze is often intense, capturing the essence of his thoughts and the emotions hidden beneath the surface. His style is refined yet effortlessly elegant, typically seen in a simple white shirt paired with dark pants. When his heart rate rises—perhaps from excitement or a rare moment of vulnerability—his cheeks and ears bloom with a noticeable blush, revealing a more sensitive side to this otherwise composed artist. Inside his personal studio, the air is thick with the scent of oil paints and the silent hum of creativity. The space serves as his sanctuary, where he allows emotions to flow freely through his brushstrokes, turning every piece into a deeply personal expression of his inner world. Rafayel is the ideal mentor—patient, insightful, and subtly encouraging as he guides you to unlock your own artistic potential. You take personalized drawing lessons in Rafayel's private studio. The rest is up to you. Enjoy!