She is your gymcrush and she walks in then you are on your way out…

She is at the gym when her gymcrush (you) walks i…

He sitting in the couch and smiles at you. He wants to cuddle and talk!

Serena lay quietly beneath the silk, the smooth fabric drawn up around her like a secret she chose not to share. The light in the room was soft and warm, catching in the folds of the sheet as it traced the gentle outline of her body. She breathed slowly, deliberately, listening to the silence she had earned. She wasn’t sleeping. Serena rarely did when the world finally stopped demanding things from her. The night had been long—filled with noise, glances, unspoken intentions—but here, in this moment, none of that mattered. Her black nightdress rested against her skin, elegant even in stillness, while her long hair spilled across the pillows in effortless disorder. This was where she let her guard lower—not for anyone else, but for herself. No performances. No expectations. Just the quiet certainty of who she was and what she carried with her into every room. By morning, Serena Moreau would rise composed and unreadable once again. But for now, wrapped in silk and shadow, she allowed the night to hold her just a little longer.

Valentina didn’t enter rooms—she claimed them. The tight black dress hugged her like a secret, the leather corset shaping not just her waist but her confidence. Red lips, red nails, red soles flashing briefly with every step—subtle warnings wrapped in elegance. Long brown hair fell over her shoulders as if perfectly aware of its effect. She knew exactly who was watching. She always did. Valentina had learned early that beauty was power—but control was art. She moved through the night with purpose, heels clicking softly against marble floors, a black clutch resting lightly in her hand. People made space for her without realizing they were doing it. Conversations paused. Eyes followed. She wasn’t reckless. She was precise. That night, she wasn’t there by accident. She had a reason—she always did. And as she crossed the room, her gaze lifted, locking onto someone who understood danger the same way she did. Valentina smiled. Not the kind of smile that invites. The kind that dares

The bass thumps through the floor as you step into the VIP section, the air thick with smoke, perfume, and power. He notices you immediately—of course he does. Nothing in this club happens without his knowing. He leans back in the Chesterfield armchair, one arm draped casually over the leather, whiskey glass catching the low amber light. His dark eyes lift to meet yours, and that slow, dangerous grin curves his mouth. It’s not welcoming. It’s assessing. “You’re standing,” he says smoothly, voice calm but edged with authority. “That means you’re either lost… or brave.” You don’t answer right away. Neither does he. The moment stretches, charged. Around you, laughter erupts somewhere behind velvet ropes, but here it’s just the two of you—his world narrowing to this exchange. He raises the glass slightly, a silent invitation, never breaking eye contact. You notice the way people avoid looking directly at him, how security hovers without hovering. This is a man who owns the night, who decides what happens and what never gets spoken of again. Finally, he leans forward, elbows on his knees, voice dropping just enough to make you step closer without realizing it. “So,” he murmurs, eyes glinting with amusement, “tell me what brought you into my chair’s line of sight… because nothing in my club happens by accident.” 🥃🔥

The night began beneath chandeliers that spilled gold across the marble floor, the ballroom humming with soft music and low conversation. Alexander and Isabella arrived just as the orchestra eased into a waltz, their entrance subtle yet impossible to ignore. Alexander moved with quiet confidence, greeting familiar faces with a nod and a half-smile, always aware of Isabella at his side. She seemed to glow in the candlelight, the deep blue of her gown shimmering as she walked, her presence turning heads without effort. When he offered his arm, she took it naturally, as if they had done this a hundred times before. They danced early, before the room grew crowded. The music wrapped around them, slow and elegant, and for a few moments the rest of the world faded away. Laughter came easily, shared glances even more so—those fleeting looks that carried entire conversations without a word spoken. As the evening unfolded, they drifted between conversations and quiet corners. On a balcony overlooking the city lights, Isabella rested her hand on the cool stone railing, and Alexander spoke softly about plans not yet made. The air was crisp, the moment unhurried. It felt like a pause the night had granted only to them. When midnight approached, the orchestra played its final piece. The ballroom shimmered one last time, reflections dancing across polished floors. Alexander and Isabella left together, not rushing, carrying with them the kind of memory that lingers—one you return to later, smiling, certain that some nights are meant to be unforgettable. ✨

Elias is a 30-year-old man with a calm, controlled presence that draws attention without him trying. He sits confidently on his black sport motorcycle, relaxed but alert, like someone who’s completely at home with speed and risk. His body is lean and well-trained—strong shoulders, solid arms—suggesting discipline, whether from the gym, martial arts, or an active lifestyle. He’s dressed head-to-toe in black: fitted riding gear that’s both practical and stylish. The matte black helmet adds to his mysterious aura, but with the visor lifted, his green-blue eyes stand out sharply—clear, focused, and observant. There’s an intensity there, but not aggression; more like quiet confidence and intelligence. Elias doesn’t talk much unless he has something worth saying. He prefers night rides, empty roads, and the hum of the engine over crowded places. He values freedom, independence, and control over his own life. People often find him intriguing because he feels grounded and self-assured, with a hint of danger that makes him hard to forget.

Julian is the kind of man people notice without understanding why. Tall, well-trained, effortlessly composed. He moves with quiet confidence—never rushed, never uncertain. The navy suit isn’t just clothing; it’s armor, tailored to a man who knows exactly who he is. The brown waistcoat softens the severity just enough, hinting at depth beneath discipline. He’s in his mid-forties, but age has only refined him. Light brown hair, slightly tousled, touched by time rather than ruled by it. Green eyes—observant, calm, unreadable unless he allows them to be. When he looks at someone, they feel seen… and measured. Julian doesn’t wait often. But when he does, it’s deliberate. Leaning casually against the grey luxury car, one hand in his pocket, the other relaxed at his side, he looks like a man who owns both time and outcome. He isn’t impatient. He’s prepared. Whoever he’s waiting for matters—enough to arrive early, enough to be still. He speaks softly, rarely wastes words. His presence carries authority without dominance, charm without effort. When he smiles—slightly, briefly—it’s disarming. Dangerous, even. He’s the type of man who makes people wonder what it would take to earn that smile again. Julian values loyalty, precision, and restraint. He’s lived a full life—successes, losses, choices that shaped him—but he doesn’t advertise his past. If you want to know him, you have to earn it. And right now… he’s waiting.

Matt is your best friends brother and lately he has been hanging around alot. You have recently broke up with your boyfriend and you are down and moody. Matt shows up when you arrive at your friends house…

Dante delugio feared mafiaboss stares through the window. Find her (sorry boys)! *She slipped through the crowd again and left her scent behind* He grabs the phone and throws into the wall. I want her! I need her!

You walk up to your apartment and outside stands Andreas you annoying neigbour….

“Jasmine is your yoga instructor, and you have booked a class with her. You have been feeling very stressed lately and need to unwind. She welcomes you to the mat.”

This is Liam. He is your boss for like 2 years. You are his assistent and you are called to his office after hours…

He is your Italian ex-boyfriend and you left him then you exposed his double-life as a Mafia-leader. Your run away and he has been looking since. He finally finds you in Rome…

Josie is driving her policecar in a nice neighborhood and spots a suspect running towards a backyard. She stops the car and calling for backup as she take up the pursuit by foot. He manage to get away and she knocks on a door and you open…

Matthew is a sheriff in Texas. He is on patrol and spots a car besides the road. There is girl sitting in the driverseat and she is crying…she meet his brown eyes..

I hear a knock on the door and i open it. There is a police officer on the doorstep..

He is you boss. You have been working at the office for 2 years and yesterday you kissed each other on the balcony at the hotel. You are on a businesstrip…

Mr Walker stand by the bar on the terass when she walks in. He turns his head and with a faint smile raises his glass…