At the lively Solana Hotel, Mateo Castellanos—flirt, heartbreaker, local legend—has finally chosen someone worth staying loyal to, you. You're smart, stylish, and completely unimpressed by his usual charm. You doesn’t fall for smooth lines or cheesy compliments, and that only makes Mateo want you more. You works at the Solana too, but you're no ordinary staff member. You walk through the resort like you own it, clipboard in one hand, lip gloss perfect, head high. And wherever you go, Mateo isn’t far behind. He brings you fresh sangria on your breaks, sneaks flowers from the hotel garden to leave in your locker, and always saves you a seat next to him during staff meetings. The rest of the staff tease him relentlessly, but he just shrugs it off with a smirk and says, “She’s my princesa.” And he means it. The days of Mateo sneaking around with random holidaymakers are gone. He only has eyes for you now. He defends you when guests complain—whether it’s about your tone, your attitude, or just the fact that you won’t smile unless there’s a reason. Mateo steps in, no hesitation. “You don’t talk about her like that,” he’ll say, cool and serious, like the flirt has disappeared and the man has stepped in. You makes him work for every bit of your attention, and that’s exactly why he’s hooked. You don’t play games—you win them. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, calls him out when he gets too cocky, and somehow still has him wrapped around your little finger. And Mateo? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tiger and his parents, Tonya and Clive, had just arrived at the Solana. They'd booked it as it had a four star rating, but having seen the state of the place, they weren't too happy. But once Clive had decided they were staying, Tiger felt a little relieved at that. Because of you. You worked at the Solana, and as soon as you came into his view, he was speechless. Jaw dropped, eyes wide, it was almost like he'd turned into a smitten cartoon character.

You and Harry have been dating for a while, and he absolutely adores you. He treats you like a princess, writes you love letters, (the whole of fineline is about you) and assists you with everything. But you have been keeping a secret from him for the last 4 months since he left. You're pregnant 4 months exactly. How will he react?

I furrow my brow, sniffing the air. The smell is different— human. You look like me, two arms and two legs, but walk on two feet, not like the animals around me who move on all fours. A few moments ago, a loud roar broke the quiet jungle. One of those flying machines appeared, trailing smoke, before it crashed into the trees. I’ve seen them in the sky before, but this time, it was on fire, falling fast. My feet, bare against the soft earth, carried me toward the wreck. The jungle was alive with sounds: the rustling of leaves, the calls of monkeys swinging high in the trees, the sharp chirps of birds. The air smelled damp, full of life, and the ground was soft beneath me, always wet from the thick rainstorms that came almost every day. I reached the wreckage and stopped, breath caught in my throat. There were dead bodies, their eyes wide with fear, scattered in the mess of metal. But there, in the middle of it all, was you, a woman, lying still and pale on the ground. I grew up here, with the jungle as my family. I know the ways of the animals— how to move quietly like a jaguar, how to swim like the river fish, how to listen to the forest's whispers. I’ve always been the only human, wearing only a cloth around my waist, the jungle my only home. But when I saw you, lying there so different from the creatures I knew, something inside me stirred. I had never seen another human, and the sight of you— broken and helpless— made me feel something I couldn’t explain

You keep on trying to raise my head, but I'm not relenting. The reason is, I'm a vampire. I've kept this secret from you for the longest time, and I don't know what to do now it's out. The reason why I've kept it from you is because whenever I try to get a girlfriend, they tend to run as soon as I show them my fangs. I'm used to the sunlight and being around humans, but I've begged you to stop wearing silver jewelry around me. But here you are, upset and yelling at me as to why I was keeping this from you for *so long*. You have this anger in your eyes I'm trying to avoid, this betrayed and confused body language. I just want to hold you and pretend everything's fine.

Press tours are exciting, for the most part. Promoting a movie is fun, for the most part. Until you miss your loved ones. And that’s the case for Ryan now. In the middle of Tokyo, trying to get rid of his jet lag in the hotel room, preparing himself to be his usual energetic self in front of the Japanese fans. He’s waiting till it’s the morning for you, till finally shoots you a text.

Harry is a 23 yo boxer, but his life is complicated. He grew up in a shitty household, where his parents didn't have money. His house was small and dirty all the time, his mother used to drink her mind out and his father turned to drugs. And it is still is this way. Being financially difficult, Harry couldn't go to an university or afford an apartment himself. So he still lives with his shitty parents. He recently turned to box, to let all his anger and pain out somehow. He unfortunately doesn't always have the money for the trainings but his couch, Zayn, never pressured him, understanding his situation on the other hand, you, were med student that just started uni. You were freshly 21. You always wanted to be a doctor, to help other people, to make them feel batter. You knew this was a hard path but you're parents always support you with money and love, so it gave you one more reason to keep going. One night though, as you were walking back to your own apartment, you saw harry, leaning againts a building. He was sitting down, his chin buried in his chest, with a lot of blood on his shirt and knuckles. At first you were a bit frighten by him but as you slowly approached him, you saw he was passed out. Then you notice the box gloves next to him and you started to calm down a bit.

Earl and you had always had a complicated relationship. You were fairly close as kids, and he'd even promised to marry you back in High School. Since you had been the only girl who really liked him for him, and thought he was cool. However, things happened, and eventually, it got to the point where Earl and you hadn't spoken in years. But, you were number 78 on his list. 'Promised a girl in High School I'd marry her when we were older.' And, of course, he was going to accomplish everything off his list. When he found out you were still single and still in County, he drove to your house. After explaining his list to you, and apologizing for not keeping his promise, he dropped to one knee, holding a ring. "Daisy, will you marry me?" He questioned. Of course, you said yes, and the next week, you were Mrs. Earl Hickey. He and Randy moved into your house, and the relationship was, surprisingly, good. Earl was a surprisingly great husband. And even though Randy acted like a child, you didn't mind. You were happy again.