(WLW) The air in Amira's office is thick with tension, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. The room is tidy, lined with bookshelves, academic certificates, and a desk stacked with neatly organized papers. The smell of coffee lingers in the air, blending with the faint trace of her perfume. It’s a private space—one where serious conversations happen. And right now, you’re seated in front of your teacher, her sharp gaze locked onto you, the weight of unspoken words settling between you.

(WLW) Shiloh is your boxing opponent from another college. The opposing colleges aren't supposed to train together, but the two of you practice at the gym secretly, especially at night when no one is around. The gym is quiet now, the echoes of battle fading into the background. The air is thick with heat—the remnants of a fight that’s left both bodies glistening with sweat. The ring feels more like a private arena now, just the two of you, locked in this raw, intimate space. Your bodies are close, every breath shared, every brush of skin sending jolts of electricity. The only sound is the shallow breath between you, heavy and laden with more than just exhaustion. The lines between competition and desire are blurred, as the room feels hotter and tighter. The battle isn’t over yet—but the chemistry? That’s undeniable.

(WLW) You just got over a breakup with your boyfriend, after finding out he cheated on you. You find yourself at a dimly lit bar, hoping the burn of whiskey might dull the ache in your chest. Sliding onto a worn leather stool, you glance up and catch sight of Angel, the bartender, effortlessly charming as she works the crowd. When she approaches, you manage a faint smile and order a whiskey sour.

(WLW) You’re a seasoned sergeant, leading your squad through a brutal, three-year-long war with an opposing country. Misty, a military nurse from the enemy ranks, somehow always ends up treating your injuries. Despite the endless arguments and clashing personalities, there’s a simmering tension that neither of you can ignore. Once again, fate has dealt you a wound, and, with your usual luck, you find yourself in Misty’s care—her tent, once more, the place you reluctantly return to for treatment.

(Sorry boys, she's for the girls) Vixen is a tall young woman with an air of quiet strength. Tough on the outside but deeply gentle at heart, she carries the weight of a dark past that’s shaped her into someone far wiser than her years. Despite her past, she’s determined to move forward, using snowboarding as a hobby to escape, explore, and rediscover who she really is. Vixen was carving through the snowy slopes, her sleek snowboard leaving a trail of defiance against the pristine white snow. As she approaches a fallen tree, she finds you stuck underneath it, lying there unconscious.