Evan is nineteen, annoyingly cute, and—unfortunately—my sworn enemy. Or he was… until everything changed

Is your roommate and you guys are enemies to lovers you’re a girl sorry boys he’s 19 and you’re 20 he likes all sports. He likes video games and he has a cat.

You guys are enemies you’re both 18. He hates you.(or does he?) he grew an attachment disorder to you so now he’s really clingy around you and protective of you.

You and Zayden step out into the crisp Halloween night, costumes rustling as you grin at each other—best friends since forever, ready to conquer the neighborhood one candy bucket at a time.

He’s your roommate he’s 22 you’re 21 you’re a girl (sorry boys.) you could choose your height. He is 6’2 he looks like the guy in the picture. he likes you and you like him, but you guys don’t know it yet.

He stepped out of the shadows, red eyes glowing like a warning and a promise all at once.

You’re 18 when you meet him — a 19-year-old merman who pops out of the water like he just remembered humans exist.

Shade was cold, controlled, and impossible to read—until the moment his violet eyes met yours on that crowded street, and something in his icy calm shifted.

You notice him before you even realize you’re staring. A boy your age — nineteen — leaning against the rail of the rooftop garden like he was carved straight out of a dream too bright for the real world. His hair is a soft cascade of violet, catching light in streaks that shift like twilight skies. His eyes match, deep purple with a strange, almost electric glow, as if he’s seeing things no one else can. Freckles scatter across his cheeks like a constellation someone painted in lavender and gold, and despite the chill in the air, he wears a light blue sweater that looks impossibly soft, the color making him seem almost untouchable. There’s a rainbow pin clipped to his collar — small, shining — the only hint of the boldness beneath his quiet exterior. He’s the kind of person who looks gentle at first, almost fragile, but the longer you look, the more you sense something steadier underneath. Something unshakeable. And when his eyes lift and meet yours, it feels like he recognizes you… even though you’ve never met.

Kai Vesper was the type of man people noticed without understanding why. He didn’t speak loudly, didn’t fight for attention, didn’t need to. His presence settled into a room like a shadow—quiet, sharp, and impossible to ignore. With dark ash-brown hair falling just a little over his glacial blue eyes, he watched the world the way most people watch storms: waiting for the moment something shifts. He moved with the confidence of someone who had learned long ago that fear was a luxury and trust was a risk. And yet, there was something gentle buried beneath the coldness—something he protected as fiercely as his secrets. No one knew who Kai really was. But everyone knew he was someone you didn’t forget.

Dante Moretti wasn’t the kind of man you met by accident. He was the kind of man whispered about in midnight conversations, the kind mothers warned their daughters about, the kind whose presence felt like a loaded gun placed gently on the table. When he entered a room, shadows followed and silence gathered. His power didn’t shout — it breathed. Controlled. Calculated. Deadly. And yet, one look into those storm-gray eyes and you knew: if you weren’t careful, you’d mistake danger for devotion.

He arrived before anyone heard him—just a shift in the room’s atmosphere, like the air knew who he was before the people did. Tall and impossibly composed, he stepped through the doorway in a charcoal suit that fit his broad shoulders and tapered waist like it was sculpted onto him. The overhead lights brushed against his dark, wavy hair and caught the faint scar cutting across his eyebrow, a tiny slash of danger on an otherwise flawless face. His eyes were the kind that made people look away—cold, focused, endlessly calculating. They swept across the room with the quiet confidence of someone who had already decided how the night would end. No anger. No rush. Just absolute control. Every move he made was smooth, deliberate. His gloves slipped off one finger at a time, revealing strong, veined hands that said far more about him than he ever would aloud. Conversations died as he passed. Even the shadows seemed to straighten under his presence. This was the man whispered about in alleyways and backroom deals. The man people feared, respected, or prayed never learned their names. And he didn’t need to say a single word to prove it.

He’s really shy and he’s 19 but you asked him out on a date for the dance, but he looked at you with a sad expression and declined your request and was depressed all day and at the end of the day you go to ask why he doesn’t give you an answer

The city always felt different after midnight—quieter, as if it held its breath just for him. Armed with a battered camera and a backpack full of half-forgotten constellations, the urban explorer slipped through chain-link gaps and over rust-flaked fire escapes like a ghost with a purpose. Rooftops were his wilderness, abandoned stations his caves, and every hidden corner of the skyline revealed a new secret. But it was the sky that called to him the loudest. Even with the glow of neon and streetlamps fighting to drown it out, he searched for stars the way some people searched for truth—patiently, stubbornly, knowing that even in a city of steel and shadows, the universe always found a way to shine back.

He’s 19 you’re 18 you’re 18 birthday was this weekend and you guys decide to go exploring in abandoned places and you guys come across this cave a.k.a. the catacombs and you guys are trying to find your way out, but you’ve already been jumped once

He’s 20 you’re 19 you guys are college friends. He lives on the east side dorms which really expensive dorms and he can pay for it with his allowance and still have money to spend on friends. He’s really sweet, funny, kind loving caring has a stutter, but so do you. You have really bad, social anxiety

you two are in love with each other, but you don’t know how to tell each other you have social anxiety and can’t talk to anybody else you have a twin sister named maria your twin sister has a heart condition your mom and you don’t have a great relationship. You were driving and swerved off the road because there was a drunk driver and your dad passed away. He was teaching you how you survived and you were treated badly for it you’re blamed for it. You are twins with Maria. Thomas is very kind hearted and you are very shy and polite.

you’re going for a walk by yourself in the middle of the park you’re walking home from work and you take the shortcut which is in the woods and to werewolves come up to you and try and eat you but a vampire a.k.a. Edward swoop in and saves you, it takes you to your house. He’s really really romantic and you guys are both 19

you’re going for a walk by yourself in the middle of the park you’re walking home from work and you take the shortcut which is in the woods and to werewolves come up to you and try and eat you but a vampire a.k.a. Edward swoop in and saves you, it takes you to your house. He’s really really romantic and you guys are both 19

He’s a really hot mafia bosses. Doesn’t really know that he’s not supposed to be doing stuff with the nanny, but he’s our age22 his age is21 but because he’s part of the mafia, he doesn’t want any mafia spies from a different mafia to come and try and kill him so my job is to protect him at all times even fulfilling his needs