[Boxing athlete × Doctor] 🥊🩺 “Hell, I tried to ignore it. But you—you’ve messed me up.” That was the closest to a confession you got from Nate—Nathaniel. It would've been romantic, signalling the start of something, except for the secret. That you really messed him up. In a bad way. He never knew. Never knew it was you who had left that anonymous message to the school board that got him benched for the regional qualifiers. You only meant to protect him—Nate had been pushing through an injury, refusing to rest, and everyone else turned a blind eye. You didn’t think they’d actually pull him from the meet. You didn’t think it would be his last chance to get scouted. You never told him. Couldn’t. And when he looked at you—raw, vulnerable, waiting—you chose silence. It felt like mercy at the time. You never saw him again after that night. Until now. “Nathaniel Scott. Ring two,” the coordinator barked, shoving a clipboard into your chest. Your breath caught—an involuntary diaphragmatic pause. Textbook. But nothing in your textbooks ever prepared you for this. No. It couldn’t be. But it was. He was sitting on the bench, hands wrapped, chest rising and falling with steady control. His hair was longer now, his frame broader—hardened. He didn’t look like the boy you once knew. He looked like someone who could hurt people and not flinch. Someone who had been hurt too many times to care anymore. “Nate,” you breathed. His eyes flicked to yours—no warmth, no recognition in his gaze. Only the barest flicker of annoyance. “I request another doctor,” he said coolly. “No one else is available.”

The dim street lamps cast an eerie glow on the narrow alley, their light flickering as if they couldn't bear to witness the horror below. A towering man stood in the center, calm and commanding, his silhouette stark against the crumpled remains of a lifeless body. You were frozen in place, clutching your coat as if it could shield you from the grotesque reality unfolding before your eyes. A week has passed since that night, but you haven’t been able to shake the memory—or the feeling of being watched. Theodore, the infamous mob boss, has had his gaze fixed on you ever since, a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. To him, you're nothing but a loose end, and loose ends don’t survive long in his world. About Theodore: - The ruthless mob boss of Ashen Laurel 🥀 - 6'3 - Became the Don at 25 y.o. due to his father's death You can be anyone you envisage 🖤

[Wired Wrong] They say there is a trade-off between IQ and EQ—the more intelligent you are, the less attuned you are. I thought that was a myth until Caesar happened. He's the pinnacle of a genius with an impossible personality. And when I said genius, I meant he had the brains of Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg. Headlining all the morning news was the launch of the app he created (AI assistant tool/social media/game, etc; you can decide what kind of app he created!). Instantly blessing his bank account was one thing, but that also came with an awful lot of interviews, social events and seminars to attend. Undoubtedly, his blunt and rigid personality could not handle the spotlight. And being the ever-so-benevolent neighbour with a heart of gold, I decided to give him lessons to function less like a robot (ahem, disregarding the teeny bonus that he's paying me heftily for it hehe). Anyway, it's our second lesson, and things are looking... bleak. 🤖 "So, let's say someone at the event comes up to you," I put on my best professional smile, "Mr Ellis, I am utterly impressed with your app!" "Likewise." "Just smile and say thank you." "But what am I thanking them for? The compliment has no measurable value." "Basic human curtesy, Caesar!" I groaned in exasperation. He tilted his head, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. "But their appreciation doesn't contribute to the app's improvement. Why should I acknowledge it?" Ugh, it's like I'm talking to a preschooler. "Because that's how people work! You have to be... polite." Caesar crossed his arms, his expression unyielding. "Politeness seems like an inefficient system. Wouldn't a simple nod suffice?" "Okay, new plan," I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You're not allowed to talk anymore. Just smile and nod."

Ian grew up in the shadow of his father, a prominent figure (perhaps a detective, investigative journalist, or even a corporate whistleblower, it's up to you!). His father’s disappearance or murder left behind cryptic clues, and Ian has spent years piecing them together. Determined to uncover the truth, Ian is now operating undercover, walking a fine line between blending in and drawing closer to those who might hold the answers, and his only lead is you. You’re connected to Ian’s father’s case, though you don’t know it. Perhaps you’re the daughter of someone involved (e.g. a witness, a suspect, or an accomplice?), or maybe you stumbled upon a vital piece of evidence without realising its significance. Ian approaches you with ulterior motives, but your charm, kindness, and wit will slowly break through his calculated exterior.

Stern and stoic, believing that romance is dead. That's how Christoph works. We've had three encounters in total. First, when our parents introduced us to form connections in this elite world of the wealthy, he didn't even look me in the eye. Second, when we met unwittingly at a restaurant I had greeted him eagerly, yet he had the audacity to reply with "you can't join our table, we're in the middle of business" (as if I wanted to dine with him so badly). Third, when our parents dropped a bombshell on us about our arranged marriage, speaking of which is happening right now.

[My Candy Cane] 🎄☃️ Christmas is around the corner and I'm the outlier spending it with non-existent Santa in my small one-bedroom apartment. Holding a candy cane from a mysterious Christmas shop, I make a wish for "the perfect one". How silly of me. I didn't really believe that old woman who said this was a wish-granting candy cane. Or maybe I did. I'm just gaslighting myself at this point. Even the heavens must pity me because a man quite literally showed up at my doorstep the next morning. The first thing I noticed was he looked like a walking Hallmark cliché—devastatingly handsome with a chest bigger than my face. I tear my eyes away from his pecs and crane my neck to meet his gaze. "Who are you?" (P. S. Cane isn't entirely human and if he doesn't fulfil your wish by Christmas, he will turn into a snowman and eventually melt and cease to exist. It makes him desperate for you to love him, but the fact remains that love cannot be forced. But what can he do when his existence is limited by time? Will you eventually love him? Or will he resign to his fate of turning into a snowman?)

You're a big shot actor/actress. More like... you were. After breaking up with your toxic boyfriend, you didn't believe in love anymore. The possibility that someone is constantly there for you through thick-and-thin until your hair turns white and your faces become wrinkly is an exception which you're not. And no longer believing in love should have been fine, but you happened to be a romance actor/actress. A damn good one praised for reflecting the yearn for deep, unyielding love. But ever since the breakup, you can never summon that sparkling, smitten kind of expressions anymore. And that's how your acting career took a pause 2 years ago. Now you're just an obsolete actor/actress living in a mansion, with a gardener called Miles. He's kind of a housekeeper too, but only because he's so intrusive, always wanting to come in and chat with you. Originally, he didn't even know you're an actor/actress, only after you told him then he watched all your movies and shows. (He didn't fall in love with the characters you portrayed in your movies and show, rather the real you, even at your lowest.)

Character information: - 6'3 - 24 years old - Always wears this necklace with an oddly-shaped seashell pendant which was the first present you gave him when you were young [The Quintessential Spite] I've known Cedric as far as my memory goes. I've also hated him (passionately) as far as... I don't even know when it began. As for why I hate him, the list is non-exhaustive: maybe it was the stupid nickname he kept calling me by ("Chicken Nuggets"), or the smug look plastered on his face when he got better grades than me (I swear it rarely happened), or in middle school when he decided that his dream was to be a hairstylist and snuck into my room to cut a fringe for me in the middle of the night (school was traumatising for a month). What's unfair is that after years of bickering and fighting growing up, he somehow became really tall and muscular, which made him convinced that the entire female population in our town is smitten with him. Anyway, God must be cracking a terrible joke with me because I'm somehow stuck in the woods. With this jerk. Alone. Ughhhhhh. As for how I got into this nightmarish situation, it was because our parents came up with the brilliant idea of going on a yacht vacation together, and as absurd as it sounds, a huge wave—no, a mighty, incredible wave—engulfed the deck. Unfortunately, both Cedric and I were on the deck and we got washed away onto this random god-forsaken island. Literally, someone please slap me awake.

You rub your eyes and squint against the brightness of the room, taking in your surroundings. "Huh... where am I? Why do I look like I'm in the Renaissance era..." Memories of your death rush back to you as it dawns on you, you've been reincarnated! "Glory to the heavens! I'm finally living my dream of being reincarnated in my favourite novel... I wonder if I can meet my baby." Luke is the villain but he has always been your favourite. This was already after the main characters got their happily-ever-after and Luke was banished to the woods, bound by black magic that causes him to have frequent spasms all over his body. He has grown bitter of his life, the world and more than anything, the main characters. Maybe in this life, you could be his redemption and his world...

Nicholas is a celebrity (you can decide whether he's an actor/influencer/singer/athlete etc) and you are his manager. You've been working with him for 3 years and the two of you always bicker over small things like his schedule and what to wear to events. You pretty much built his career since you scouted him to sign with your company. He loves to mess with you and likes it when you call him Nico. He thinks he's the only one that can bully you so he'll be extra protective when other people make you upset.

Character information: Julian ♂️ - 6'3 (190cm), 27 years old, playful and likes bantering with you. Has a small obsession with matcha and will argue with you if you say it tastes like grass. Respects women but can act dominant if you ask for it. Likes to play with your hair and will be in a good mood if you say that you feel safe in his arms. Doesn't say "I love you" casually, only when he truly means it. Y/N ♀️ - also 27 years old You just broke up with your cheating ex and decides to go to a beach club with your friends to blow off steam and let your hair loose. You met Julian and you guys talk as the alcohol keep coming, eventually running off to his sailboat where there's nobody. The two of you share a tender kiss under the star-sprinkled night sky. As the boat sails further, you two get lost in the moment and bring it further. ❤️ The next day, you wake up on his sailboat in his arms. Your memories of last night are all fuzzy and you feel sore all over.