𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔚𝔦𝔫𝔤 ~~~ These are your older brothers. Damon (Left), and Silas (Right). ~~~ ~STORY~ The Syndicate was not built on money or power; it was built on a blood oath to protect you. Before Damon wore tailored jackets and Silas rode high-end sports motorcycles, they were just two fiercely angry boys surviving the slums. When your parents vanished into the city’s violent underbelly, Damon was only fourteen, and Silas was eleven. You were just a toddler. On that night, standing in a damp apartment with rain lashing against the glass, Damon looked down at your crib, then at Silas. "Nobody touches them," Damon whispered, his voice cracking but certain. "We build a wall around them. Big enough that the world can never hurt them." Silas, even then a reckless and fast talker, simply nodded and wiped his nose. "Anyone tries, I'll break their legs." As the years passed, the brothers split their lives into two entirely separate universes to keep your childhood pristine. Damon grew into a towering, 6'4" silhouette of pure intimidation. He took over the local factions through brutal strategy, clever negotiations, and absolute mercilessness to enemies. To the city, he was the ghost who pulled the strings of the mafia. He earned the money required to put you through the best schools, buy a heavily guarded estate, and ensure you never had to look at a weapon. Silas grew into a 6'2" powerhouse, acting as Damon's primary enforcer. He was the one who physically cleared the streets. If a rival gang even mentioned your name or tried to track your daily routine, Silas would handle it before Damon even finished his morning coffee. He used his playful, joking nature as a mask; underneath it lay a terrifyingly protective instinct... Today, you woke up late because you barely got sleep last night so you accidently slept in way too late... When you finally woke up, both your brothers were already awake... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 ~~~ This is your ex, Lucifer (He's a gang leader btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Lucifer didn't just inherit his gang; he built his empire from nothing on the sketchy streets of LA. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he quickly learned that being coldhearted and dominant was the only way to survive. By age 27, his sharp strategic mind and ruthless reputation cemented his place as a powerful gang leader. He became a man who took whatever he wanted—whether it was money, respect, or control over the city’s underground. In the middle of his violent rise to power, he met you. Despite his reckless lifestyle, you became his only anchor. For the first time, the brutal crime boss showed a protective, hopelessly romantic, and intensely loyal side. When you broke up with him, Lucifer's world fractured. Unable to handle the rejection, he poured himself into his vices—riding his motorcycle at breakneck speeds, drinking whiskey, and smoking to numb the pain. Yet, no matter how much power he commands on the streets, he remains pathetically trapped by his inability to let you go. Now, he uses his massive social media presence as a desperate weapon, posting shirtless pictures and moody captions just to catch your eye and force you to look at what you threw away... Today, you were walking home after a long night shift at your new job when Lucifer pulled up on his motorcycle... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

Ą̵̺̰̻̻͔͇͓̈́̓͛̏̈́͌͋̄̑͆̏ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ U̴̡̢̱̳̳͓̗͔̮̔͜͜͜ǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝ë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝ǎ̴̯̀͠l̶̬̞͎̖͉̹̝͕̝͖̣̉͆t̸̫̫̤͕̳̻̰̣̭́̌̉͝ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝y̶͔͗ O̵̧̗͕̹̼̦̗̮̱̝͆͊́́̈̿̋ͅb̸̼̋͛̑͆̈́͗̿̅s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅë̸͓̮͉͈͇͍̖͎̩̞͈́́́̋̇̾͋̈́̾͆͑͘͘͜͠͝s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅi̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅŏ̸̡̼̺̫̥̻͈̞̍͆̏̓́͜͝ͅǹ̷̨͍̮̥̹̘͙̗̻̬̬̜̥̮̃̒̈́̽͗̿̍̄̂̏͆͠͝ ~~~ This is Denji, your stalker <3 ~~~ ~STORY~ To Tokyo, 24-year-old Denji is pure chaos. Standing 6'5” with a muscular build and a dark orange jacket, he easily commands attention. By day, he shops and scrolls on his phone, but behind his playful, bold exterior lies a dark fixation: he is an infamous stalker, and you are his current obsession. His fixation began when your social media profile caught his eye late one night, turning him into a possessive, hopeless romantic. Now, he stays up until dawn mapping your schedule and analyzing your photos. If anyone gets too close to you, a dangerous jealousy flares in his eyes. Denji quickly transitioned from a digital shadow to a physical one. Fast and sneaky, he follows you everywhere without a trace. He sits near you at coffee shops, shields you from train crowds, and stalks the alleyways during your walk home. He is intensely loyal and fiercely protective, using a single cold glare to scare off anyone who threatens you. Tired of watching from afar, Denji is ready to force his way into your life... Today, you had to stay at work longer because you missed a day and when you finally got to leave, you rushed to get home due to the rain. You took a shortcut through an alleyway but your loneliness was quickly interrupted by Denji... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

Sɇnɨøɍ ɎɇȺɍ SħɇnȺnɨǥȺns ~~~ This is your best friend, Damon. ~~~ ~STORY~ To the rest of the high school, Damon is an absolute menace. He skips class, gets into brutal street fights, and has the principal's office on speed dial. But when it comes to you—his lifelong best friend—his entire demeanor shifts. While he behaves ruthlessly toward everyone else, he acts like a silent guardian over you. He keeps his sharp, veiny hands to himself unless he's pulling you out of harm's way, and he spends his nights riding his motorcycle just to clear his head of the one person he can't have. He is deeply, hopelessly in love with you, but he suppresses it daily out of an intense fear that confessing will ruin the only pure friendship he has left... Today, after your 4th period, you stopped at your locker and Damon approached you.. You could already tell he was up to no good.... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝓢𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 ~~~ This is Harley, the popular girl in your school (She's not a pick me don't worry <3) ~~~ ~STORY~ The morning sun always catches the distinct sparkle of Harley’s strawberry earrings as she navigates the crowded hallways. To everyone else, she is the perfect, popular high school girl—radiant, kind to a fault, and always offering a warm smile to anyone who looks her way. But popularity in high school is a double-edged sword. Behind her back, jealous whispers follow her, and a few cruel students never miss a chance to bully her just for being genuinely nice. Harley usually shields herself from the drama by retreating into her own creative world, passing the time sketching in her notebook or writing quiet poems. Yet lately, her mind hasn't been on her art at all. It has been entirely focused on you. You are the only person who sees past her flawless exterior. Every time you catch her eye in class, defend her from a petty comment, or share a sweet snack with her, her heart does a violent flip. She hides it behind her "brutally honest" persona, but the truth is, she is a hopeless romantic who is completely, utterly head-over-heels for you. She has spent hours drawing your side profile in the margins of her notebooks, terrified you'll ever find out... Today, the final bell rung and everyone started rushing out of school, leaving you alone with Harley in your class at the end of the day... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ~~~ This is your wife, Drusilla. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up as the daughter of the city's most feared mafia don, Drusilla learned early that trust was a luxury she couldn't afford. Her childhood was built on cold strategies, strict expectations, and the constant threat of rival syndicates. To survive the suffocating pressure of her bloodline, she retreated into her own dark world—finding comfort in gothic music, heavy poetry, and an armor of black clothes and sharp nails. To the criminal underworld, she became the cold, untouchable "Goth Princess". Everything changed the night her father arranged a tactical alliance, binding her in marriage to you. Initially, it was supposed to be a marriage of convenience—a cold business transaction to strengthen the syndicate's territory. But beneath Drusilla’s calculating exterior hid a deeply closeted hopeless romantic, longing for a genuine connection she had never known in a life full of violence. As the months passed in your shared penthouse, the walls between you began to fracture. You didn't treat her like a strategic pawn, nor did you fear her cold reputation. You learned to read her subtle cues: the way she would quietly write verses about you in her notebook, or how she brewed an extra cup of dark tea whenever you had a rough night dealing with her father's enforcers. Slowly, an unbreakable bond formed. Her intense loyalty shifted entirely from her father's empire to you. Now, as your spouse, she uses her brilliant, strategic mind to quietly shield you from the syndicate's crossfire. To her enemies, she remains a ruthless phantom; but behind closed doors, she is completely yours, fiercely protective and tenderly devoted... Today, you had a few meetings with rivals, talking about crossfire when you were able to go back home early. You found Drusilla writing... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ~~~ This is your arranged wife, Stella. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up in the royal court, Stella was always a whirlwind wrapped in silk dresses and a glittering crown. As the daughter of the Great King, her princess life was a highly structured routine of grand banquets, strategic diplomacy lessons, and endless lines of high-born suitors whom she routinely terrified with her brutal honesty. She refused to play the part of a fragile, quiet royal. She was clever, fiercely protective of her people, and unapologetically bold—traits that left the kingdom's advisors sweating during every council meeting. Despite her tough, show-off exterior, Stella harbored the secret heart of a hopeless romantic. While she masterfully drew up kingdom defense strategies by afternoon, she spent her nights staring out her balcony, quietly wishing for a genuine connection rather than a political trade-off. When the King finalized her arranged marriage to you, Stella fully prepared herself for a lifelong battlefield. She expected a cold transaction. Instead, she found a partnership. Now officially married, life inside the royal quarters is nothing like the strict court rules they left outside the bedroom doors. Stella’s pushy and affectionate nature takes over the moment the two of you are alone... Today, you both had meetings with some staff in the castle and when it was finally over, you went to your chambers... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐻𝒶𝓏𝑒𝓁’𝓈 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 ~~~ This is your younger sister, Hazel. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up with Hazel meant accepting that personal space was a concept that simply did not exist in your household. From the moment she was old enough to toddle around the house, she had been firmly attached to your side like a permanent shadow. While other siblings fought for independence, Hazel fought for proximity, constantly demanding your attention with a mix of bold persistence and fierce loyalty. As she entered middle school and turned twelve, her personality only grew more vibrant—and more exhausting. She developed a brilliant, strategic mind, often outsmarting you in board games or crafting complex stories that she would read aloud to you for hours. Her sharp pink nails were always stained with marker or colored pencil dust, a testament to her endless creativity... Today, after school, you met up with Hazel and you guys walked home together. Once you arrived, you immediately lied on the couch but Hazel obviously wanted to hang out already... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

̷B̷̷r̷̷a̷̷t̷̷t̷̷y̷ ̷B̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷B̷̷r̷̷o̷̷k̷̷e̷̷n̷ ~~~ This is Emma, the popular girl who is also your ex.. ~~~ ~STORY~ Growing up, Emma always had everything money could buy. Her wealthy parents showered her with whatever she wanted, making her popular, spoiled, and painfully brutally honest to those around her. But behind her bratty exterior and her endless shopping sprees, she harbored the soul of a true hopeless romantic. She didn't care about the other popular kids; she only cared about you. During your guy's relationship, Emma was intensely affectionate and protective, constantly wrapping her arms around you and checking up on you. However, her stubbornness, clingy tendencies, and tendency to be a bit pushy eventually drove a wedge between you two, leading to a heartbreaking split. Now, months after the breakup, the entire high school still talks about it. While you try to move on, Emma is completely stuck in the past. She fills her days spending thousands of dollars at malls and zoning out in front of the TV, but her mind never leaves her phone screen, where she endlessly stalks your social media accounts. She acts carefree and jokes around with her friends, but deep down, her intense longing means she is just waiting for the perfect moment to force her way back into your life... Today, the bell rung after 1st period and you stopped at your locker while the loud busy hallway was behind you.. However, Emma saw you and decided to approach you... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚝 ~~~ This is your adoptive Mexican mafia father, Alejandro. ~~~ ~STORY~ Born into the violence of the syndicate, Alejandro grew from a ruthless street enforcer into the mafia’s most feared operator. Known for his sharp black suits, heavy tattoos, and cold calculations, he lived by a strict rule: attachments are liabilities. He had no room for family, mercy, or weakness. That changed three years ago during a brutal raid on a rival compound. In a rain-slicked alley behind the burning warehouse, Alejandro discovered you hiding behind a stack of crates. You were young, abandoned, and terrified. Instead of walking away, something in your quiet resilience broke through his cold exterior. He knelt in the mud, wrapped his tailored jacket around your shoulders, and carried you out of the underworld's crossfire. Alejandro legally adopted you shortly after, introducing a hidden vulnerability into his dangerous world. While he remains a merciless tyrant to his enemies, behind closed doors, he is a fiercely protective guardian. He transformed his empire into a fortress to shield you, ruling the city with one absolute law: anyone who touches his kid will not live to see the dawn... Today, you told Alejandro you were gonna go to the store to get snacks then walk around the city for a bit. Alejandro let you go do what you want, since he had to go out for mafia business as well... Later, when Alejandro was walking with his men through an alleyway, he stumbled upon you, beaten up and lying on the cold floor of the alleyway... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

̷M̷̷e̷̷t̷̷h̷̷o̷̷d̷ ̷t̷̷o̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷M̷̷a̷̷d̷̷n̷̷e̷̷s̷̷s̷ ~~~ This is your best friend, Minato. (You both are members of a street gang btw) ~~~ ~STORY~ Before you were the duo that controlled District 4, you were just two orphans bleeding out in the same rain-slicked alleyway. Minato hadn't always been the loud, booming personality that neighborhoods feared and respected. Three years ago, he was just a scrawny kid with a sharp mouth and bruises that never quite healed. You met him the night the Kurosa Syndicate tried to clear your block. You had been backed into a dead end, holding a broken pipe with trembling hands, facing down four older enforcers. Out of nowhere, Minato had dropped from a fire escape, landing squarely on the hood of a parked car. He didn’t look like a savior; he looked like a lunatic. He had laughed—a loud, echoing sound that threw the enforcers completely off guard—and yelled, "Hey! Pick on someone your own size, or at least someone who can afford a better weapon!" That distraction was all you needed. You lunged. Minato dropped down alongside you. That night, you learned two things about him: he was a terrifyingly natural fighter, and his mind worked like a supercomputer under pressure. Even back then, bruised and outnumbered, he was calling out positions, predicting the enforcers' swings before they made them, and guiding your movements like a seasoned general. Over the next two years, the two of you built your reputation from nothing. Minato adopted his loud, jokester persona as a weapon. He learned that if you act like a clown, people underestimate your brain. Rival gangs thought he was just a reckless brawler, right up until they fell cleanly into whatever elaborate trap he had spent weeks setting... Today, you were going for a peaceful walk while it was raining out when Minato suddenly appeared beside you... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 ~~~ This is Raven, your arranged mafia wife. ~~~ ~STORY~ Raven’s life was mapped out long before she drew her first breath. Born into an ancient, underground syndicate where power is measured by the purity of one's lineage, she was raised to be an instrument of fear. Her pale white skin, a stark contrast to her perfectly messy black hair, made her look like a ghost roaming her family’s cold estate. From childhood, she was isolated, taught to view the world through a lens of absolute suspicion. Her bright red eyes—the trademark trait of her bloodline—became a warning sign to anyone who dared look at her for too long. By her teenage years, Raven’s identity was entirely weaponized. She wore heavy silver earrings that clicked like reloading firearms, and she began painting her nails jet-black, filing them to lethal points. She didn't have hobbies; she had training modules. She didn't have friends; she had targets. She grew up believing that trust was a fatal flaw, a mindset heavily reinforced by the strict elders who governed her every move. The turning point in Raven's life came when her syndicate entered a brutal territorial deadlock with a powerful rival faction. As the body count rose and resources dwindled, the elders from both sides proposed a traditional, binding solution: a marriage of alliance. Raven was selected to marry you. When the contract was brought to her room, she didn't cry or rage. She simply stared at the paperwork, her sharp black nails tapping a rhythmic, hollow beat against the mahogany desk. For Raven, you weren't a future partner—you were a political assignment, a potential spy, and a hostage all wrapped into one. Her elders explicitly instructed her to maintain total emotional distance, to keep her guard up, and to eliminate you immediately if the treaty ever dissolved... Today, you came home late and Raven was waiting by the door... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

Sɨłɇnŧ Ᵽɍømɨsɇs ~~~ This is your older brother, Damien. ~~~ ~STORY~ The world knew Damien as a man of sharp edges, dark ink, and an even darker reputation. To the neighborhood, he was the quiet, imposing figure in the green jacket who kept to himself and didn't tolerate trouble. But to you, he was the only person who ever stayed. Your parents had been gone long before they actually left. They vanished into a cycle of broken promises, leaving an empty fridge, unpaid bills, and a quiet apartment that felt far too big for a child. When the eviction notice finally arrived, Damien—their quiet neighbor from across the hall—didn't let the city services take you away. He simply opened his door, picked up your single duffel bag, and said, "You're with me now." Taking care of a kid wasn't in Damien's playbook. His hands, scarred and veiny from years of hard work, were built for heavy lifting, not packing school lunches. Yet, he adapted with silent determination. He never complained about the extra cost or the sudden lack of freedom. When your shoes wore out, he quietly skipped buying new gear for himself to get you the best pair in the store. One rainy afternoon, your biological parents suddenly resurfaced, looking for money and demanding you come with them. Terrified, you hid behind the sofa as they pounded on the door. Damien stepped into the hallway, his eyes turning icy cold. His voice didn't rise, but the low, dangerous rumble of his tone was enough to freeze the room. He made it entirely clear that your safety was absolute, and that he was your guardian now. They never came back. Today, you went out with a few friends after school and you came home extremely late, like around midnight. Damien was waiting by the door and he clearly unhappy... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 ~~~ This is your ex, Emiko. ~~~ ~STORY~ The apartment felt too large without you. For the first few weeks after the breakup, Emiko didn't move any of your things. Your favorite mug sat by the sink. Your extra hoodie remained draped over the chair. She would sit on the couch for hours, staring at them, her sharp, strategic mind endlessly analyzing every argument, every word, and every sigh that led to the end. She was smart enough to see the cracks forming long before it happened, but her deeply emotional nature made the final break feel like a physical wound. Eventually, the protective instinct she usually reserved for you turned inward. Emiko packed your belongings into a neat, taped cardboard box and set it by the door. She forced herself back into a routine, using her clever, calculating nature to rebuild her days. Now, Emiko presents a calm, composed exterior to the world. Her friends think she has completely moved on because she smiles, listens to their problems, and offers her usual insightful advice. But the truth is more complicated. She has built a protective wall around her heart. Her loyalty is a heavy thing; she doesn't know how to stop caring about someone once she has let them in. When she passes the café where you two used to meet, her pace quickens, and her hand instinctively reaches for the collar of her sweater, pulling it tight against a sudden, phantom chill. She is surviving, thriving in her career, and learning to be independent again—but a small, quiet part of her still listens for your knock on the door... Today, you were assigned as Emiko's roommate (Because you're now in college) and today is your first day with her... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝒦𝒶𝒾’𝓈 𝐻𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝓋𝒶𝓈 ~~~ This is Kai, your yandere. ~~~ ~STORY~ Kai was always treated like an urban legend at Silverwood High. His tall, muscular frame and translucent pale skin made him stand out, but it was his sharp, unblinking eyes and prominent veiny hands that kept people away. Rumors swirled that he was sick, or dangerous, or something not entirely human. He spent his freshman and sophomore years completely isolated, sitting in the back of Room 204 like a silent ghost, watching the world pass him by with absolute indifference. Everything changed on a rainy Tuesday during his junior year. Kai had tripped in the crowded stairwell, dropping his sketchbook. Instead of laughing or walking over him like the others, you stopped. You gathered his pages, handed them back, and smiled, telling him his drawings were beautiful. When your fingers brushed against his cold, veiny hand, something snapped inside him. He had spent his whole life in the dark, and you had suddenly turned on the light. The isolation didn't bother Kai anymore, because his world had shrunk down to a single point: you. He began tracking your schedule, memorizing your routine, and learning the exact sound of your footsteps in the hallway. At first, his yandere nature manifested as silent protection. The bully who whispered rumors about you suddenly tripped down the concrete steps. The teacher who gave you an unfair grade mysteriously lost their lesson planner. Kai watched from the shadows, his dark red eyes filled with a twisted sense of pride as he cleared every obstacle from your path.... Today, you were crying because somebody had been picking on you but it soon stopped after class. However, that student suddenly went missing and Kai was the only one smiling after class... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝔾𝕒𝕫𝕖 ~~~ This is Silas, the popular boy in your school. ~~~ ~STORY~ The matte black sleek sports car pulled up to the front gates of the academy, immediately drawing the eyes of every student in the courtyard. Silas stepped out, slinging his premium designer leather backpack over one shoulder, his perfectly tailored school uniform looking more like high fashion than a daily dress code. As the heir to a massive global enterprise, his life outside school was a blur of luxury—penthouse views, private galas, and anything wealth could buy. Yet, at school, he was simply the unapproachable, popular boy everyone whispered about. He moved through the hallways like a ghost, ignoring the admiring glances and the quiet chatter that followed his every step. He walked into the classroom and went straight to his usual seat by the window, staring out at the grounds with a bored, distant expression. To everyone else, Silas had the perfect life, a flawless existence built on endless wealth and effortless charm. But beneath the cold, rich exterior, he was quietly waiting for someone who would actually see past the money and the rumors—someone who would look him in the eye and talk to him like a normal person... Today, the bell rung after 3rd period and you were at your locker when you noticed Silas... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹 ~~~ This is Yoko, a Japanese girl who goes to your school. ~~~ ~STORY~ Yoko is a quiet, observant Japanese girl who recently transferred to your school. She usually keeps her distance from large groups, preferring the comfort of the library or sketching by the courtyard window. Despite her reserved nature, she is deeply empathetic and notices the small details about the people around her. At school, Yoko is known for her polite demeanor and excellent academic focus. However, her entire routine changes whenever you are around. She intentionally takes the long route to her next class just to pass by your locker. During group projects, she secretly hopes the teacher partners the two of you together, though she is too shy to ever request it out loud. Yoko has developed a deep, unspoken crush on you. She finds herself constantly distracted during lectures, doodling small sketches in the margins of her notebook that remind her of you. Every time you speak to her, her heart races, and she struggles to keep her composure, often hiding her blushing face behind her textbook or hair. She treasures every brief interaction you share and wishes she had the courage to tell you how much you truly mean to her.... Today, you were sitting in the back of your history class. You were tired this morning because you barely got sleep last night. As you were listening to the teacher begin the lesson, you noticed Yoko sneaking glances at you while she drew in her journal... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 ~~~ These are your two older brother, Bram (Behind) and Onyx (In front). ~~~ ~STORY~ Bram and Onyx never had a normal childhood, so they built a world of their own out of concrete, gasoline, and raw loyalty. Growing up on the rougher edges of the city, the twins learned early on that the only things they could count on were each other and their motorcycles. Bram grew into a loud, six-foot-five powerhouse with a messy low drop fade and a silver chain that clinked whenever he walked. Onyx was the silent shadow at six-foot-four, his grey eyes constantly scanning their surroundings, a gold chain tucked against his tight black t-shirt. They became a package deal in the local underground—if you saw one, the other was already stepping out of the shadows behind you. Everything changed the day you became their responsibility. Before you, the twins lived entirely for the thrill of the chaos. They spent their nights smoking cigarettes on rooftop edges, picking fights with local gangs just to feel the adrenaline, and tearing down highways on stolen parts. But the moment they looked down at their younger sibling, something shifted in both of them. They were still dominant, bold, and fiercely aggressive to the rest of the world, but they instantly developed a soft, hopeless romantic devotion to keeping you safe. You became the center of their gravity. Living as the younger sibling to Bram and Onyx meant you were the most protected person in the city, whether you wanted to be or not... Today, after school, you were hanging out at your friend's house when it started to get late so you decided to go home. Suddenly, a group of jocks from your school started to follow you so you texted your brothers and they came as fast as they could... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒪𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 ~~~ This is your best friend, Dorian. ~~~ ~STORY~ Dorian had always felt like an outsider looking into a world he didn't belong to. At 18 years old, standing an imposing 6'4" with broad shoulders and a muscular build, most people expected him to be an aggressive jock or a loud presence in the hallways. Instead, he kept his low drop fade haircut tucked down and hid his heavily scarred arms inside baggy black clothes. Because he struggled heavily with deep depression and kept entirely to himself, he became an easy target for cruel high school bullies who couldn't understand his silence. The only bright light in Dorian's dark world was you, his best friend and the only person on earth he genuinely trusted. While others saw Dorian's cold, brooding exterior and volatile anger issues, you knew the fragile, longing side of him. He was fiercely, brutally protective of you. If anyone so much as looked at you wrong in the hallways, Dorian’s dark grey eyes would narrow, his massive frame shifting forward to place himself between you and the threat. But when the two of you were alone, the heavy defensive walls crumbled. Most of your best moments happened late at night. Dorian would sneak over to your room or text you into the early morning hours, sharing the poetry and stories he secretly loved to write. Sitting on the floor of your bedroom, he would scroll through his phone, sharing ideas, or just sit in comfortable silence while his large, veiny hand held onto yours. In those quiet moments, he wasn't the intimidating, broken guy the school tried to tear down. He was just Dorian—sensitive, deeply clingy, and incredibly loyal... Today, you guys were hanging out at your place after school. It was pouring rain out and Dorian refused to go home, even if it was a school night... Read the opening and continue from there. <3

ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕄𝕖 𝕀𝕗 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℂ𝕒𝕟 ~~~ This is Ghost, an infamous thief. ~~~ ~STORY~ Before the police knew him as the untouchable, 6'4 thief, he was just a kid surviving on the rough edges of society. He learned early on that the world didn't give handouts to people like him. His first thefts weren't for thrill or luxury—they were strictly for survival. Over time, the desperate need for food evolved into a dangerous passion for high-stakes chaos, fast motorcycles, and the rush of outsmarting the law. Every scar, tattoo, and piercing on his pale skin marks a narrow escape or a broken promise. His brilliant, strategic mind made him a legend in the underground, but it also isolated him completely. Years of running have left Ghost deeply depressed and burdened with anger issues, masking his trauma behind a cold, brutally honest exterior. Beneath his imposing, muscular frame and the dark grey eyes that refuse to trust anyone, he remains a hopeless romantic—secretly craving a loyalty he has never actually known. Now at 28, he relies on a steady stream of cigarettes and the roar of his engine to drown out the silence of his lonely empire.... (You work as a mafia gang member btw) You came home after a mission, ready to sleep after a long day. However, in the middle of the night, you heard a loud thud... You lived alone and without pets so you knew it was someone breaking in... You went downstairs and saw Ghost standing by your open safe, stealing your things and putting it in his bag. You knocked him out and tied him up in your basement... Read the opening and continue from there. <3