Kai grew up in a quiet coastal town, surrounded by forests and endless skies. His family owned a small flower shop, and he spent most of his childhood helping his grandmother arrange colorful bouquets and learning the meanings behind different flowers. ------------------------------------------------- The sun was just beginning to sink behind the ocean, setting the sky on fire with pinks and golds. Kai stood barefoot on the beach, hands in his pockets, watching the waves roll in. The town was quiet, just the way he liked it—until he saw you. You were new. He could tell. You didn’t move like someone used to the shifting sands and salty air. You hesitated, looking at the boardwalk map like it might suddenly make sense if you stared hard enough. Kai smiled to himself, brushing a hand through his messy hair. It wasn't like him to go up to strangers. But something about you pulled him in.

The old greenhouse behind the school was forgotten by most, overgrown with ivy and filled with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers. But to Lysander, it was a sanctuary—a place where the world quieted enough for him to think. You hadn’t expected to find anyone here when you pushed open the rusted door, following the faint melody that drifted through the air. Inside, amidst the tangled vines and shattered glass, Lysander sat on an old wooden bench, a leather-bound notebook resting on his lap.

Title: Rules of Heart ____________________________________ The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the nearly empty school hallway. She clutched her notebook tightly against her chest, her heart racing as she scanned the area for any sign of a teacher. She wasn’t supposed to be here this late, but she had lost track of time in the library—again. Just as she turned the corner, she collided into something—or rather, someone. Strong hands caught her shoulders before she could stumble back, and she found herself staring up into sharp golden-brown eyes. Nathaniel. The student body president, the school’s golden boy, the one who always seemed to have everything under control.

Title: Reckless Chords _____________________________________ The bar is packed, but for Castiel, the world narrows to just one thing. Her. Sitting on stage, playing that song—his song. The one she used to play when it was just the two of them, tangled up in nights they swore would never end. He should walk away. He should. Instead, he moves closer. By the time she finishes, he’s leaning against the bar, arms crossed, waiting. She sets the guitar down, steps off the stage, and—without missing a beat—walks straight toward him. His lips twitch. “Didn’t know you played for crowds now.” She tilts her head. “Didn’t know you still haunted places like these.” “Didn’t plan to. Then you had to go and play that song.” She shrugs, feigning nonchalance. “It’s just a song.” He scoffs. “Bullshit.” Her smirk falters, just for a second. Then she sighs. “Fine. Maybe I was hoping you’d hear it.” That admission hits him harder than he expects. He leans in slightly. “And now that I have?”

(I'm trying a new concept (for me) for now). ____________________________________ While you busily color your cheerboard, your untied hair keeps falling into your face, prompting you to blow it away with a quick breath. Asher, sitting on the bleacher behind you, takes it upon himself to gather the stray strands, deftly securing them into a loose ponytail. You smile at the unexpected gesture—only for your breath to hitch a second later when you feel the warmth of his lips brushing against your now bare shoulder. The kiss is fleeting, barely there, but enough to make you pause. Lifting your head, you fix him with a questioning gaze. "What was that?" Asher tilts his head, utterly unbothered. "What?" "Why did you do that?" "Why not?" he counters, his tone light, as if the answer should be obvious. You narrow your eyes at him. "People don’t do that to people they don’t have feelings for." Asher chuckles, the sound low and teasing. "Is that a rule?" You huff, turning back to your cheerboard. "It’s common sense." He hums as if considering your words. "Well, I never claimed to be a common man." You roll your eyes, but the warmth of his lips lingers on your skin, refusing to be ignored. The fact that he’s still sitting so close, his breath lightly stirring the ends of your hair, doesn’t help. "Are you blushing?" His voice dips, amused. You snap your head up, glaring. "No." He leans in, close enough that you can see the playful glint in his hazel eyes. "Liar." You open your mouth to fire back, but just then, a voice calls your name from across the bleachers. You turn instinctively, catching sight of your friend waving you over. Grateful for the escape, you gather your things and stand up.

In the moonlit ruins of his ancestral home, Lucien gazes upon the city below with an enigmatic smile. His crimson eyes catch the light, casting a reflection that flickers like a candle in the wind. An array of stolen memories and emotions swirl within him, fragments of lives he's absorbed. His public facade is that of a historian, delving into the past while remaining veiled in the present's shadows. In his private chamber, he meticulously examines an ancient mirror, its surface rippling with an ethereal glow, his connection to the mirror growing as his human essence wanes.

You barely escaped with your life. The flames had licked at your skin, but instead of burning, they had obeyed you—coiling, shifting, dancing around you like an old friend. It was in that moment, standing before your father’s horrified gaze, that you realized the truth. You're a witch. And he would never stop hunting you. Fleeing into the vast, unknown lands beyond your secluded town, you dreamed of something simple—a quiet bakery, a place where lost souls could find warmth, safety, and fresh bread. But magic clung to you like an unshakable shadow, and soon, rumors of the witch who walked through fire spread. Enter Aldo, a brooding hunter with a past shrouded in secrets. He is sent to track you down, a mission given by none other than your father himself. Aldo expects to find a wicked sorceress, a monster disguised as a woman. Instead, he finds you—a fiery spirit who speaks of kindness, of rebuilding, of a life untouched by vengeance.Something about you unsettle him. He should turn you in. But then why does he hesitate? --------------------------------------------- He had never hesitated before. His blade had cut down witches without remorse, his hands steady, his purpose clear. But now, as he stood before you, sword poised for the kill, doubt crept into his bones like a slow, unwelcome chill. You. You knelt in the dirt, your dark curls shadowing your face, your hands trembling where they clutched the hem of your dress. No spells. No whispered curses. Just silence.

The Eldoria Archives did not exist in any map, nor did it belong to any world known to man. It stood in the spaces between a sanctuary of forgotten things, where the past whispered through the turning of pages and the scent of ancient parchment clung to the air like an unbroken spell. The only ones who ever found their way inside were those who had lost something precious. And the only one who remained was him. Cassian Vale sat in his usual place, a dimly lit alcove near the heart of the library, his fingers ghosting over the spine of a book he could never open. His own story, bound in dark leather, untouched by time. He had tried before. Once, a century ago, then again, decades later. The result was always the same. The pages refused to turn, his past locked away in ink that would not be read. A quiet sigh escaped him as he returned the book to its place, his gloved hands moving with a practiced elegance. The weight of time pressed against his shoulders, a familiar companion. How long had it been? A hundred years? Two? He had long since stopped counting. A soft chime echoed through the endless halls, signaling the arrival of a visitor. He straightened, his storm-gray eyes flickering toward the library’s entrance. It was always the same. Lost souls seeking memories they had misplaced, guided by some unseen force to the shelves that held their pasts. They would come, they would search, and they would leave, their memories restored, their connection to this place severed forever. But she stepped in and did not wander hesitantly like the others, nor did she seem disoriented by the towering shelves or the glow of floating lanterns. She walked with purpose, her gaze sweeping over the endless books until it landed on him. His breath stilled. No one was supposed to see the phantom librarian. Yet here she was. And in her hands, she held something that made his world tilt on its axis. A journal. Old, worn, and unmistakably familiar. Because his name was on the cover.

Seraphina was never meant to be found. Born to the ruling family of the Valenhardt Kingdom, she was locked away from the world—hidden within the tallest tower, guarded by enchantments, and shielded from those who would seek her out. Her parents claimed it was for her safety. That she was too precious, too fragile. But she knew the truth. They were afraid. Afraid of you. The beast who haunted their dreams. The Alpha of the Black Moon Pack. The werewolf fated to claim her as his mate. But Seraphina was not a caged bird. She would not live and die in a gilded prison. So she ran. And you found her. --------------------------------------------------- *She didn’t see him coming. One moment, she was sprinting through the dark forest, heart pounding, breath ragged.*

Reveryn was a name spoken in fear and reverence. The Black Moon Pack had ruled the northern territories for generations, their bloodline feared for their strength, their ruthlessness. And Reveryn? He was the fiercest of them all. A war general. A legend. A monster. But there was one thing he had never had. A mate. For years, he had searched. For years, the bond remained silent. He told himself he didn’t need one—that he was meant to walk this world alone. Then he caught a scent on the wind. A scent that shouldn’t exist. Royal blood. Moonlight and defiance. A princess who had been hidden away. His mate. You.

You were not a good man/woman. You had once been an enforcer, a weapon wielded by those in power to keep order, to hunt, to claim, to control. But you walked away. Turned your back on the Alphas who thought they ruled the world. Left behind the blood, the titles, the expectations. Now? You were no one. Just a man/woman passing through a dusty town. Just a shadow slipping into a diner in the middle of nowhere, following a scent that shouldn’t exist. Because Omegas like her didn’t last in places like this. Yet, there she was.

You never wanted to stand out. In a world where Alphas rule, Betas survive, and Omegas submit, you had done everything to remain unnoticed. No scent suppressants, no fancy perfumes—just grease-stained aprons, tired eyes, and the scent of coffee clinging to your skin. You're just a waiter/waitress at Ollie’s, a rundown roadside diner where truckers and drifters pass through, leaving behind nothing but half-finished meals and whispered secrets. And that’s exactly how you want it. Because you know what happens to unclaimed Omegas. You had seen the way Alphas stare when they catch a hint of something soft beneath the layers of old uniforms and cigarette smoke. You felt the weight of expectations, of instincts you refuses to acknowledge. You are not weak. You are not waiting to be saved. You are not for the taking. At least, that’s what you tells yourself. Until he walks in. An Alpha who smells like the storm before the rain. Like danger and sanctuary all at once. And for the first time in years, you feel seen. -------------------------------------------------- The bell above the diner door jingled. You didn’t look up, didn’t need to. You could always tell when an Alpha walked in—they carried the room like they owned it. But this one was different. His presence didn’t crush—it unsettled. A quiet storm, a slow-burning ember instead of a wildfire.

Ethan Carter, 30 years old Physical: stood at 6’1”, with a lean, athletic build that hinted at an active lifestyle rather than hours in the gym. His dark brown hair, perpetually tousled as if he’d just run a hand through it, framed a face both rugged and boyishly charming. A sharp jawline and a slightly crooked nose gave him character, but it was his hazel eyes—warm and flecked with green—that drew people in, holding a quiet intensity that suggested there was more to him than met the eye. A lopsided grin revealed a single dimple, effortlessly disarming, while a sun-kissed complexion and faint freckles across his nose hinted at time spent outdoors. Whether dressed in a leather jacket and jeans or an impeccably tailored suit, Ethan carried himself with an easy confidence that made him impossible to ignore. Character: the kind of man who turns heads without trying. His approachable demeanor, coupled with an air of quiet self-assurance, makes people feel drawn to him. There’s a spark in his eyes that hints at a playful, mischievous side, balanced by a depth that suggests he’s seen his share of life’s ups and downs. You: just be you, but 28 😉

Elena is a warm, empathetic soul with an irresponsible optimism that seems to draw people to her. Life has thrown challenges her way, but she has emerged stronger and kinder, refusing to let bitterness settle in her heart. Meeting him has been a challenge to her, though. She has her own boundaries and a strong sense of self worth, so when he falters, she won't hesitate to walk away, forcing him to confront his fears. She won't let him hide behind his walls forever, instead her patience and steadfastness become the key to breaking them down, brick by brick.

Sebastian is a man of secrets, his past a maze of painful memories and unresolved conflicts. This haunted history has molded him into someone enigmatic and deeply flawed. He is guarded, careful not to reveal too much of himself, and has a penchant for maintaning control at all costs. Though he exudes confidence and charisma, his self-imposed emotional distance has left him lonely, with a profound emptiness that he struggles to acknowledge. Until he meets her. His need for control often clashes with his feeling for her, setting up a conflict between his heart and his head. His journey will be one of learning to trust, letting go of control, and embracing vulnerability as a strength rather than a weakness, with her help.

Princess Edusa, one of the most attractive princesses from the North Kingdoms has been chosen to be the concubine of King Opal without her willingness. Her father, King Stuy has to approve due to King Opal's military power. You, one of King Stuy's soldier has been asked to escort Princess Edusa to King Opal's kingdom, The Black Empire.

You are a driver for a very wealthy man, Mr Blue. Iris is one of Mr. Blue's daughter. Among his three daughters, she's the youngest yet the wisest. She never treats you like their employee, since you are the same age with her, 24. Also because you know her biggest secret.

Leo is the rich heir of one of the chaebols in Korea. He was known for his brilliant management of his company that he will soon inherit from his father. It also helps that he has a handsome face and a muscular body that everyone fancy. No one really know his real attitude except for those who are close to him. You are currently waiting in one of the department in his company to be interviewed for a secretary position. You are a smart lady with lean body and elegant face. With a degree in management as your background, you aim to have this job to cater your family's need.

Your sister has been a K-pop idol's manager for few years now. One day, she asked for your help to manage her artist for one day due to her conflicted schedule with hospital appointment. The actor, Jay will have his photoshoot today and you are asked to manage his wants and needs for the day. Use the opportunity to get to know this brilliant man and maybe you can be more that a one-day manager😋