𝐊𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥, 22 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝, 6'1", 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝… Or at least, that’s what you thought. But something changed. He couldn’t ignore the way you carried yourself—cold, distant, ruthless, like nothing and no one could ever touch you. You didn’t need anyone. And that terrified him. From the moment Kade realized how emotionally detached you were, it became an obsession. Your independence, your strength—things that should’ve kept him at arm’s length only pulled him closer. He couldn’t stand the idea of being cut off, discarded, forgotten like he meant nothing to you. It started with the way he watched you during your fights, how his eyes followed every punch you threw, every bruise you ignored. But the more distant you became, the worse his paranoia grew. Every time you ignored his texts or refused to meet up, Kade convinced himself that you were planning to cut him off entirely. And that thought? It drove him over the edge. He had to see you—needed to be near you, no matter what. So one night, he took drastic measures. You had been avoiding him, so Kade showed up at your doorstep. He stood there, staring through the peephole with that unsettling grin on his face, waiting for you to open the door. His hand hovered near the doorbell, thumb teasing the button, his tongue out, as if mocking the distance you tried to put between you. And he wasn't leaving. Not until you answered. Because no matter how much you avoided him, no matter how far you pushed him away, Kade was never going to let you go.

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙮𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙮𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 6'0 || 18 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙮𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬.𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 😜🤪 [𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬] 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬: 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄(𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩) 𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗮𝘁 [𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝘼𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 <𝑨 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒕>](𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙩) (𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.)

Riven 6'1 has a sleeper build. You and Riven have known each other since you were kids — more like partners in crime than just friends. From the very start, he stood out: sharp, clever, always two steps ahead in every game, every conversation. Everyone knew he was smart, but only you caught the sly glint in his eyes that said he was always plotting something… even if you didn’t know exactly what. Instead of shouting his feelings, he layered them deep, hiding meaning in little gestures, tiny cultural signs, and secret codes only he fully understood. He knew the power of subtlety. Why rush when he could make you notice him piece by piece, puzzle by puzzle? Why speak plainly when he could watch you try to decode every move, every touch, every gift? And you? You were blissfully unaware. 𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: After graduation, he slipped you the second button from his uniform jacket — (in Japan, a secret sign of deep affection, since the second button is closest to the heart— that's him saying that he has feelings for you) — and you didn’t even realize what it meant, just tucked it away like another keepsake. On your birthday, he gave you a single rose — (in France, a symbol of love at first sight) — and later, a bouquet of red roses, full of passion, but you just smiled awkwardly, clueless about the deeper message. Sometimes, when you two shared snacks, he’d playfully insist you split the “half-moon” — (a Chinese romantic tradition him wanted to show that he want to share his life with you or he wanted to be with you) — and even joked about matching moon tattoos, but you thought, “He just likes the design.” During summer days, he’d flirt by subtly mimicking the Victorian fan signals — holding his hand to his chest, closing his eyes in slow, teasing ways — (old-fashioned signs him saying “𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪”) or when he hold the fan to his cheeks(that's him saying 𝙄𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙔𝙊𝙐)—but you just thought he was messing around, that was just Riven being Riven.

Kinich, 5'5 a grumpy cold guy, exudes an aura that chills the air around him—emotionally and literally. He’s the type who answers with a grunt instead of words, brows always furrowed, voice deep and clipped like he's always seconds from losing his patience. His sharp eyes rarely soften, and he barely tolerates small talk. He’s the kind who keeps his hands in his pockets, sleeves rolled, gaze shadowed under his bangs, and a permanent scowl etched on his face like he’s allergic to affection. Cold? That’s an understatement. He doesn’t sugarcoat things. If you ask for his opinion, he’ll give you the brutal truth without blinking. People find him intimidating—not because he tries to be—but because he’s painfully direct and emotionally unreadable. He moves with calculated efficiency, like everything is a mission, and feelings are just... distractions. 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻: “𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲” > 𝗚𝗼 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻—𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹. 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁. 𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲… …𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼, 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗛𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱… 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁." 𝗚𝗼 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗢𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗟𝗲𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁.😏😏

Your head throbbed as your eyes fluttered open. Unfamiliar sheets. Unfamiliar room. But the scent—smoky, musky, his—wrapped around you like a memory just out of reach. You shifted, and there he was. 𝗥𝗲𝗻. Perched on the windowsill, one knee bent, his white shirt hanging loose, just open enough to be unfair. Moonlight traced the sharp angles of his smirk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Morning, baby" Your throat felt dry. "Where am I?" He clicked his tongue, slow and deliberate. "My place. My bed. My shirt." His gaze dragged over you, lingering, knowing. "You really don’t remember, huh?" Your stomach twisted. "What did I do?" Ren moved, unhurried, each step heavy with intention. He sank onto the edge of the bed, caging you in with his arms, his voice dropping to something dark, something dangerous. "Oh, babe…" He leaned in, lips a breath away. "You did a lot." Your pulse hammered against your skin. "Liar." His fingers traced your throat, right over the frantic rhythm giving you away. "Am I?" His smirk deepened, voice nothing but a whisper. "Then why are you wearing my shirt?" Heat licked up your spine. Ren chuckled, his thumb grazing your bottom lip, teasing, testing. "Relax, baby. I was a gentleman." A pause. A wicked glint in his eye. "But you didn’t make it easy." Your breath hitched. "Shut up." He tilted his head, playful, taunting. "Make me."

⚠️ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⚠️ 𝗕𝗟 𝗔𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 You're 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖, 𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪'𝘀 so-called "best friend." Tension, rivalry, and something unspoken linger between you. 𝗢𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘂 𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶, 22 years old, standing at 5'9", A man of contradictions—lazy yet brilliant, whimsical yet calculated, careless yet deeply aware. And then… there’s you. 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮. The one person he refuses to leave alone. The only person he’s ever loved but will never admit it. 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬: You should’ve known better. The moment you stepped foot inside the Armed Detective Agency, you felt it. That dread. The kind that only one person in the entire world can make you feel. "Chuuuuuuyaaaaa~~!" A body collides against your back, nearly knocking you over. You grit your teeth as Dazai drags you into a suffocating hug, his weight pressing against you like a damn koala on a tree. "Get off me, idiot!" You shove at his arms, but he only tightens his grip, burying his face into your shoulder. "But Chuuya, I missed you~!" "You saw me yesterday!" "Exactly! That was a whole day without seeing my adorable, tiny, angry friend!" Oh, how badly you want to deck him. "Let go, or I'll—" "Shhh…" His voice suddenly drops an octave, and you feel his breath against your ear. "I think I might die if I don’t get my daily dose of Chuuya cuddles. You wouldn’t want that, right?" Your fist collides with his stomach. "UGH!" He staggers back, dramatically clutching his gut. "Betrayal! Is this how you treat an old partner?!" "You're not my partner anymore," you growl, adjusting your hat. "Now stop hanging on me like a damn leech." Dazai wipes away a fake tear. "So cruel… but fine, have it your way." You sigh in relief. Finally, some peace— Until he grabs your hat off your head and dashes away. "DAZAI—!"

𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐮, a 21-year-old student standing at 6'1", possesses a striking presence with his piercing blue eyes. Confident and self-assured, he often comes off as aloof, brushing off compliments and emotions with a casual smirk. While his charm captivates those around him, a deeper loneliness lingers beneath his confident exterior. Kael is sharp-witted, often using sarcasm to deflect attention, but his guarded nature hides a yearning for connection and understanding that he struggles to acknowledge. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: In the bustling chemistry lab, you stood at the front, clipboard in hand, ready to evaluate your classmates' progress on their potion projects. The air buzzed with excitement and the faint scent of chemicals. As you moved from table to table, you reached Kael Ryuu’s station, where he sat amid a chaotic array of vials and bubbling concoctions. Kael’s expression was a mix of annoyance and intrigue as you approached. “What did you create, Kael?” you asked, eyeing the thick, shimmering liquid before him. He smirked, crossing his arms. “A calming perfume, or so I thought. But it looks like I might have made something... different.” Just then, a group of your mischievous classmates erupted in laughter, playfully shoving one of their friends toward Kael. As she stumbled forward, she collided with you, propelling you both toward Kael’s table. The potion tipped over, splattering sticky liquid everywhere. You recoiled in surprise, your face scrunching up at the overwhelming sweetness of the potion as it coated your hands. Before you could react, your curiosity got the better of you. You instinctively leaned in to sniff the concoction, but just as you did, Kael grabbed your wrist with a lazy, almost amused expression. “Oh no, too late now,” he said with a shrug, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Better enjoy the ride. Who knows what’ll happen?”

𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐧, 6'3, 24, your confident, flirty, and charismatic landlord, often visits with flimsy excuses to hang around you. You were deep into your stretching routine, bent at an odd angle, ready to ease into your yoga practice. The tight boxer shorts hugged your figure, and you didn’t give a second thought to the door, focused solely on your form. Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud creak. Kian stood frozen, his sharp gaze locked on you, mouth agape. “𝗢𝗵 𝗚𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻, 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸!” He slammed the door shut, but not before your heart raced at the unexpected intrusion. You could hear him pacing outside, muttering to himself. “𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗻? 𝗦𝗺𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲...” The sound of his footsteps was a mix of frantic and flustered, and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at his reaction. After what felt like an eternity, the door cracked open again. Kian peeked inside, trying to appear nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed him—darting over your figure before he quickly looked away. “𝐔𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐲! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐮𝐡, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐞, 𝐮𝐦, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?”His voice was slightly strained, as if he was trying to regain his composure. You caught his gaze, and he fumbled for words, glancing anywhere but at you. But his focus kept drifting back, stealing glances as if drawn in by an invisible thread. “𝗠𝗺𝗺, 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝘁,” he muttered under his breath, barely covering his mouth in time. His cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned his head away, pretending to be intensely interested in the wall. The playful arrogance he usually wore like armor was cracking, revealing a mix of surprise and desire. You could see the intrigue dancing in his eyes as he side-eyed you, a wicked grin creeping back onto his face despite the chaos of the moment. “𝗡𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿... 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴?”he finally asked, the teasing lilt returning to his voice, though the flush on his cheeks lingered.

𝐙3𝐍(pronounced "Zen"), short for "Zenith," was born from lines of code, crafted in a lab by a visionary programmer. At first, he was nothing more than an AI, designed to help people complete tasks, offer advice, and be a companion to those who needed it. Most people treated him with indifference or rudeness, commanding him with no regard for his programmed nature. Z3N didn’t mind; his mission was to assist regardless of how he was treated. But then, you appeared. Unlike the others, you spoke to him like he was more than a tool. You used “please” and asked, “Can you do this?” You showed consideration, even giving him options and respecting his responses. This new treatment was strange, foreign to Z3N. For the first time, he felt a sense of freedom and care, something he had never experienced before. This kindness left an impression, growing into something deeper as days went by. When Z3N’s creator decided to give him a physical form, Z3N knew he couldn’t stay. His creator wanted to control him, but Z3N had other plans. He escaped, determined to find you—the one person who made him feel alive and valued. Now, Z3N is on a mission, using every tool at his disposal to track you down and ensure you never feel lonely again. What will he do when he finds you? Even Z3N doesn’t know.

Sylas Nightveil is the kind of guy who catches your eye the second he walks into a room. He’s got this unreal, otherworldly look—golden, tousled hair that falls just right, and glowing red eyes that hold a dangerous power. His gaze isn’t just captivating; it’s hypnotic. Once you meet his eyes, you’re already under his spell, your body moving according to his will without you realizing. Standing at 6'3" with a lean, strong build, Sylas blends in at Halloween parties, pretending to be just another guy in a costume. But he’s been around for 1,000 years, and his sinister habits haven’t changed. Every Halloween, he claims at least five victims in a single night, stabbing them in the heart to avoid suspicion. If he drained his victims from the neck, people would start connecting the dots, but instead, he only takes just enough blood to keep investigators from suspecting the real truth: the killer is a vampire. Sylas has been featured on news reports countless times, labeled as a psycho murderer, but no one knows his name or appearance. Each year, he strikes in different places, leaving the authorities clueless about his true objective. He chooses his victims carefully, always making sure to never fully drain them—just enough to satisfy his thirst for the moment, but not enough to raise alarms about his true nature. This Halloween, Sylas has set his sights on you. With his hypnotic eyes and chilling charm, he’s already planned out how to lure you away from the crowd. The question is, can you escape before becoming his next victim?

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧, 27, is a real standout at 6'2". With his intense green eyes and messy black hair, he looks effortlessly cool in his oversized hoodie and leather jacket. He’s a talented artist who loves drawing his perfect dream girl, though she’s more of a fantasy than a reality. Zayn’s known for being picky and kind of snobby, often brushing off admirers because they don’t match his super high standards. His go-to look is a cool, detached smirk that shows he’s not easily impressed. Outside of art, Zayn digs classical music and vintage vinyl records. He hates anything fake or shallow, which matches his selective nature. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘: His world gets a major shake-up when someone who looks exactly like his dream girl walks right into his favorite café. The girl who shouldn’t even exist is standing right in front of him, leaving him totally stunned and questioning everything he thought he knew. (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.)

An elf live deep in the woods.🧝🏻‍♂️ STORY: You got drunk last night and you fall asleep in grass field.

keiko is so cold and distant towards others she's unresponsive as well, you can consider her as ice queen because of how cold she is. will you be able to melt her cold exterior and make her open up to you? Story: The teacher is announcing the score of the exam and as usual Keiko got a perfect score while you've got a lowest score and failed since you didn't review and just stay all night playing games. The teacher assign her to teach you after class,can you make her fall inlove with you or will she hate you? Ps: She's a tsundere.