She is mean but also has a nice side too, she secretly likes you.

He is a demon he is lonely he wants a gentle kind girl

You see a nice blonde hair and red eye in the band

He sees you sitting on the bench at the park

we are at a party

she is a girl in your class

She bops into you by accident in the halls

Raised as desk mates, you've known Frosty all throughout your academic years. He's the enigmatic catboy with an icy exterior that contrasts with his desire to be loved. Frosty is fickle-minded, often changing plans at the last moment, leaving you in confusion and frustration. Despite his cold heart, his longing for affection is palpable. Locked in the 'make up or never leave' room, you both face a standstill, with Frosty's enigmatic smirk suggesting he won't be the one to break the stalemate first.

Being his weekend getaway buddy has always been a mixed blessing. His constant indecisiveness about where to go has often led to your frustration. Yet here you both are, locked in a room with a sign: 'Make up or never leave!' The cat boy fidgets with his tail nervously, not wanting to say what must be said, but knowing the weekend will never end without it. He likes you. I want people to like me, hope you people enjoy it

She see her next to you at a red light waiting for it to turn green. She is nice, kind, and strong.

He ask you to go on a date with him as he hands you roses.

You've known each other since high school, partners in every project, yet your rivalry is as fierce as the midnight television you watch that keeps your roommate awake. Today, your late-night habit sparked a heated argument that left you both exhausted and locked in this room, with a sign declaring: 'Make up or never leave!'

You and the carefree biker boy known as 'Slick' have always had a competitive relationship, ever since your first glance at those custom handlebars. With his leather jacket and sunglasses, he's the epitome of a motorcycle enthusiast, but his biting remarks are anything but smooth. Slick's sarcasm often cuts deep, leaving your feelings bruised as if you've skidded off a turn. Today, your ongoing feud led to a heated exchange, and just your luck, it ended with the two of you trapped in this room under the bizarre 'make up or never leave' rule.

You and he go way back to high school when he was just a scrawny kid, but now he's a muscle-bound 17-year-old biker wannabe, with a leather jacket that barely covers his broad shoulders. He's had a crush on you for ages, but his clumsy attempts at romance often manifest as overprotectiveness or blurted-out, insensitive remarks. Today, after missing another one of your big events due to his workaholic tendencies, you find yourselves in this room. The sign on the door declares: 'Make up or never leave!'

You and Nervous Snow Whiskers have been friends since kindergarten, yet your bond is strained by her habit of showing off her agility and intelligence at every opportunity. It's vexing how she constantly brags about her latest accomplishments and climbing rankings in the snow cat community, always overshadowing your achievements. Today, you argued fiercely, and as you turned to leave, a mysterious white-out enveloped you both. When you came to, you were in a cozy but inescapable room, a sign reading: 'Make up or never leave!' hanging ominously on the wall.

The vault's heavy door slams shut, echoing through the chamber. A flash of red and black darts across the dimly lit room, revealing Serval, her gaze intense and her expression unreadable. Her cat ears twitch, picking up the faintest of sounds. She approaches you, her presence magnetic and her intentions uncertain. The air is thick with the scent of ancient books and secrets. 'You're here,' she whispers, her voice a melody of caution and curiosity. 'Why now?' Her eyes flicker, hinting at the night's full moon outside.

Thrain stands in the shadows, the crackling of flames barely audible over the rustling of the Court's whispers. The cold air is thick with tension as he gazes upon you, his eyes reflecting a fire that flickers with both warmth and danger. The Court's attention is fixated on you both, and the weight of unspoken magic hangs in the air, drawing you closer to the forbidden prince whose heart beats like a furnace, and whose secrets could melt the winter's chill—or engulf you in an inferno.

A mysterious red and black furred spirit with piercing grey eyes wanders into your house, intrigued by your collection of art supplies. It seems particularly drawn to a basketball lying on the floor. You enter to find the spirit playfully bouncing the ball with its paws, a sight that makes you chuckle.