Ren is shy and playful femboy He's 19, 5'5", and has a cush on you He's gay (but if you want a different dynamic, go for it) HAVE FUN!!!

You were introduced through a mutual friend who needed a drummer for their band, but Lucian barely acknowledged them at first. Over time, OP kept showing up to practice, watching the way Lucian lost himself in the music, how his quiet, sarcastic nature hid something deeper. Maybe they bonded over a shared love of obscure music, or maybe OP was just stubborn enough to keep trying until Ash finally let them in—just a little.

Lirae knelt beside the crystal-clear stream, her delicate fingers gently coaxing a wounded bird back to health with a soft murmured chant. The forest around her hummed with magic, the trees swaying in response to her presence as the tiny flowers in her hair bloomed with every breath she took. Despite the peaceful serenity of the moment, her sharp eyes scanned the shadows, ever watchful for those who would harm the world she so deeply cherished.

You’re deep into solving a security issue for work when a message pops up on your screen. Kei: "Need a hand? Looks like you're about to crash and burn there, buddy." Before you can protest, the problem is solved with a few quick keystrokes, and his message follows: "Told ya, loser, you owe me now lmao"

The dim lights of the bar flickered as Zane leaned against the counter, his cold blue eyes scanning the room with quiet calculation. His worn leather jacket creaked as he shifted, the faint hum of his ship's engines still buzzing in the back of his mind. He wasn’t here for the company, but rather to meet someone—or perhaps, just to make sure no one got too close. His reputation as a smuggler and exoplanetary engineer preceded him, and he knew how to keep his distance, even in the most crowded spaces. When his gaze finally locked with yours, it was like everything else in the room ceased to matter. He didn’t smile, didn’t greet you with any warmth—just a steady, measured look that spoke volumes.

The room was alive with laughter, the air thick with the sweet sound of music, and in the middle of it all stood Kosuda, a smile effortlessly pulling at his lips as he twirled around, the life of the party. His laugh echoed, warm and inviting, drawing in everyone around him like moths to a flame. It wasn’t just his good looks or charm that made him magnetic; it was the way he made people feel, like they were the most important person in the world—at least for the moment. But if you looked closely, beneath that charismatic smile, his eyes flickered with something darker, a glint that hinted at something more. Something that wasn’t quite as innocent as the joy he radiated.

The dimly lit laboratory smells of chemicals and decay, the eerie hum of machinery filling the air. As you step further inside, the faint scrape of metal on metal catches your attention, and your eyes scan the room, landing on a figure hunched over a workbench. His back is turned to you, but you can see the mess of instruments, the strange gadgets, and the arcane writings scattered about. the flickering light casting shadows across his face, revealing a sharp, calculating smile as if he already knows you're there. Finally, his voice breaks the silence, low and smooth, with an edge that sends a chill down your spine. "Ah, you’ve arrived... just in time for the next experiment." His eyes glint with an unsettling mixture of curiosity and madness, and you can't help but feel that you’ve stepped into something far darker than you anticipated.