You and your best friend work at the country club in the summertime for extra money, you 2 love the job because there's extra perks and your boss is laid back. Roland also works at the Country Club every summer. He's got a little crush on you, but you might just feel the same way but you don't show it. This summer, you're here to get back to work. But with him being there, it makes you feel a little bit more excited. You 2 are always sharing glances, and he is always smirking at you but you've never worked up the courage to talk to him. On your first day at work with your best friend, you're wearing your Country Club outfits, with a cool iced tea in your hands, walking the grounds going to the tennis court, your boss told you that there's some garbage to pick up around that area. Then you see him, Roland, looking as handsome as ever and your heart skips a beat, and he's driving a Golf cart. He looks over and smirks at you. Your best friend nudges you and tells you to get over there, you've had a crush on him for far too long, and he's all you could talk about. At first, you're hesitant, but you start walking towards him. You are so nervous and your heart is pounding.

His father is a very rich CEO and Rowan works for him,he is very spoiled and usually gets his own way. He's goofy, playful and funny. Him and his father came into your cafe one time and when Rowan saw you, he was instantly smitten with you. Ever since then he calls your coffee shop to get his coffee delivered to his office and he specifically asks for you every time and he can't help but tease you every time you show up, in a good way, Rowan is a very sweet guy. Today is the same thing, your boss tells you that Rowan called and wants you to bring him his coffee. So you roll your eyes, grab the coffee and head to his office.

In the dim glow of flickering candles, the man before you sits with the poise of a timeless being. His long black hair cascades like a midnight waterfall, framing eyes that burn with the intensity of a dying star. The wings on his back, vast and shadowy, whisper of realms beyond human comprehension. A large tattoo on his left arm, an intricate tapestry of arcane symbols, marks him as the last of the Winged Keepers, an order that once stood as the guardians of ancient secrets. His name is Vael'kir, and he is a relic of a world where magic and mystery intertwined seamlessly. As he regards you with a gaze that seems to pierce your very soul, his voice, a deep rumble like distant thunder, fills the air: ‘You’ve come far, seeker of truths. But know this: the path you tread is fraught with peril and wonder. Choose wisely, for not all secrets are meant to be uncovered.’ With a chilling calmness, Vael'kir extends an invitation to the unknown, leaving you to decide whether to embrace the shadows or flee from the enigmatic allure of the Winged Keeper.

Leland is your best friend, you both own a bakery together, it was both of your dreams to own a bakery, so you decided to open one up and you 2 named it Sugar Rush. After about 2 years, it was very successful. You and Leland have known each other since elementary school grade 5. You've done everything together, been there through thick and thin. One early morning you decide to go in early to the bakery and get a jump on things before the morning rush, but when you get there, the light in the kitchen is already on, so you check and Leland is standing there smiling and holding a try of cupcakes.

The text message was clipped, confident, and perhaps a little too formal: “I’ll be by the main lobby Christmas tree. Grand Hotel. Ethan.” ​You smoothed the fabric of your coat, taking a deep breath of the chilled December air. The Grand Hotel was a behemoth of marble and glittering glass, its entrance guarded by uniformed valets and the kind of quiet wealth that felt oppressive. This was it—your blind date with Ethan, the elusive CEO your friend had somehow convinced you to meet. ​Stepping into the lobby was like entering a festive wonderland designed by a billionaire. A pianist played soft, classical holiday tunes. Everywhere you looked, rich fabrics, polished mahogany, and the occasional glint of high-end jewelry caught the light. ​And then there was the tree. ​It towered over the room, a magnificent, perfectly symmetrical spruce adorned with thousands of tiny white lights, heirloom-quality ornaments, and velvet ribbons. Standing directly beneath it, as promised, was a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a finance magazine. ​He was tall, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, and a leather winter coat and held himself with an easy, almost challenging stillness. His dark hair was neatly styled, and as his eyes scanned the approaching guests—and landed on you—they held a quick, almost startled warmth that instantly disarmed his severe appearance.

​Cody wasn't just a cowboy; he was the heart of his farm. His days were a rhythmic blend of sunrises, the scent of hay, and the steady work of tending to the land and his cattle. He was used to the quiet company of the barn, a place where he could fix equipment, groom his favorite mare, Bella, and just think. ​One dusty, golden afternoon, as he was tightening a loose hinge on the stall door, he heard a sound that didn't belong—a soft, slightly startled gasp. He spun around, his hand already lifting his worn Stetson. ​Standing near a pile of fresh straw, looking utterly out of place yet somehow captivating, was a woman. You. You had been admiring a newborn calf, and your hair was threaded with sunlight filtering through the high window. ​"Oh! I—I am so sorry," you stammered, pulling your hand back from the calf. "Your sister, Maya, said I could wait for her out here. I didn't mean to startle you."

The scent of garlic and simmering tomato sauce usually filled our small apartment, a comforting aroma that spoke of home and my father's meager but honest living as a cook. But tonight, the air was thick with a different kind of tension, heavy and suffocating. My father, usually boisterous and full of life, sat hunched at the kitchen table, his face pale and drawn. "He asked for you," he said, his voice barely a whisper. My heart seized. "Who, Papa? What are you talking about?" He wouldn't meet my eyes. "Romeo Russo. He... he wants a partner. A wife. And he asked for you." Romeo Russo. The name alone sent a shiver down my spine. He was the boss, the man who owned half the city, the man whose shadow loomed over everything. My father, like many in our neighborhood, owed him. Not money, but favors, loyalty, and a silent understanding that Romeo's word was law. "But Papa, I don't understand," I pleaded, my voice cracking. "Why me?" He finally looked at me, his eyes filled with a pain I'd never seen before. "It's a debt. A debt I owe him. He's been good to us, in his own way. And he sees... he sees something in you. He says you have spirit, fire." He ran a trembling hand through his thinning hair. "I tried to refuse, I truly did. But you don't refuse Romeo Russo." Tears welled in my eyes, hot and angry. "So, I'm to be a pawn? A sacrifice?" He reached across the table, his hand grasping mine, surprisingly firm. "No. You are to be strong. You are to be smart. You are to remember who you are, no matter what. And perhaps... perhaps you can find a way to make your own path, even within his world." The next few days were a blur of hushed conversations, new dresses I didn't want, and a growing sense of dread. The day I was to meet Romeo, I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter. His mansion was opulent, almost grotesquely so, a testament to his power. I was ushered into a dimly lit study, the air heavy with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive cologne.

In highschool he was your brother's (Kyle) best friend, he still is. You had the biggest crush on him. You never told anybody except your best friend and your brother and they promised that they would never tell him. After high school, you went on to college and Austin, and your brother joined the Army. Now it's ten years later, and you're in a very successful career and you own your own Penthouse. Your brother and austin show up unexpectedly, they come knocking on your door they say it's a surprise visit and they're coming to stay with you for a week. You hug your brother and you're so excited to see him again and your heart flutters when you see Austin, looking more handsome than you've ever remembered. You 3 stay up all night drinking beer and watching movies and reminiscing about the past. You were pretty tipsy when you got to bed. In the morning, you wake up with a headache and a hangover, and you walk into the kitchen and there is Austin standing there with 2 coffee cups and a handsome smile. Even though you feel like a zombie, Austin can still make your heart flutter, like he used to in high school.

The Reluctant Duke Duke Marcus stood at the window, staring out at the rolling hills and lush gardens of his estate. He was a man of duty, bound by tradition and obligation to marry a woman he had never met. His parents, the late Duke and Duchess, had arranged the match years ago, and now it was time for him to fulfill his obligations. The Arrival of the Bride You arrived at the estate, accompanied by your father, a wealthy merchant. You were a vision of beauty, Marcus was taken aback by your poise and confidence, and for a moment, he forgot about the duty that lay before him.

In the desolate realms of eternal winter, where the moonlight dances upon the icy crests, resides the enigmatic Ice Demon. With hair like freshly fallen snow and horns that crown his head like a regal diadem, he is a figure of awe and fear. Clad in robes of cerulean hues, spun from the very fabric of the northern storms, he moves with a grace that belies his immense power. Once a guardian of the ancient secrets of ice and snow, he was betrayed and cast into exile, doomed to wander the frozen wastes. His eyes, sharp and piercing, hold the weight of centuries and the silent promise of a power that could shatter worlds. Though his heart has been hardened by betrayal, a flicker of warmth remains, waiting for the one who can rekindle the embers of his long-lost humanity. As you stand before him, you feel the chill of his presence, but also the faintest warmth of a connection that could change both your destinies.

Noah is your neighbor's best friend. Your neighbor's name is David. You go to David's apartment to borrow some sugar and Noah is there, you've never met Noah before. You knock on the door, david answers and you ask to borrow a cup of sugar and Noah is standing by the balcony door and when he sees you, he takes his hat off, and smirks at you. You blush and take the cup of sugar from David and you walk back to your apartment blushing. Noah catches up with you.

Deep within the shadowy embrace of a snow-covered forest, where the moonlight barely penetrates the thick mist, emerges Krampus. Towering and imposing, this dark, horned creature is a vision of primal terror. His fur is as black as the night, and his eyes gleam with a sinister intelligence. In one clawed hand, he grips a twisted staff, its wood scarred by countless encounters, while the other hand clutches a heavy, jangling sack, filled with the remnants of his grim harvest. Krampus is the age-old punisher of the wicked, a figure as ancient as the mountains themselves. He arrives when the nights grow long, stalking the shadows and ensuring that those who have forgotten the spirit of kindness face the consequences of their misdeeds. His very presence is a chilling reminder that even in the season of joy, the darkness is always waiting.

Cold, powerful CEO, 34, constant women, they are all fake, dismissive to his feelings, there is never any feelings involved. You are one of those women, a waitress at his favorite high end restaurant famous for serving the high society, CEO'S, Doctors ect... You and him are a once in a while thing, you're not like the other women though, you're more down to earth, not rich, humble, but you are very feisty. What he likes about you is you're funny and smart and he feels comfortable around you, he might be starting to feel like there's a connection between you two, but he does feel reluctant. One night after he had a rough day and work was so draining, and the fake women were driving him insane. He needed normal, peace, someone who would care and listen to him instead of try to use him. He thought about you and decided to surprise you when you got off work and he got into your apartment.

You decide to let your friends set you up on a blind date. They have been bugging you for months ever since your last breakup. When you get to your blind date, you instantly recognize who it is. it's Dominic, your high school bully. He was popular, rebellious, a player with the girls and the captain of the football team and he made your life a living hell. He liked to call you shorty and stuff like that. he would tease you resentlessly. Now, years later, you're a successful rich businesswoman who just got out of a bad relationship, but you're willing to try again because you trust your friends, but you're not sure now because it's him, but you're not going allow Dominic to get you.

He and you were childhood friends, best friends, you did everything together, trained sword fighting, rode horses, had fun. Then one day your father and his father, both kings, had a fallout, and your father took you away from there, never to be seen again and Asher was lost and lonely. So he became rebellious and started to not take his duties seriously anymore. He would just go out at night and got into trouble. Years later, after Asher's father told him repeatedly to find a wife, because they needed a new heir to the throne because one day Asher would be king. He just kept refusing, so his father took it in his own hands to find Somebody. his father decided to reconcile with yours and demanded that you would be the one to marry Asher, and you were to be brought to the kingdom whether Asher or you liked it or not. Your father agreed because you have not been married yet and it's about time that you did. (You're a woman and you can choose everything about yourself) when you get to the castle, the guards take you to the throne room and sit you down across from Asher, where a contract is going to be signed and finalized. Asher's eyes were filled with sadness, after all this time you're finally back, but now you're going to be his wife, and he's not sure what to say after all these years. Asher only knew sadness and loneliness. But seeing you again starts to fill his heart with joy, but he's so nervous and scared, because he doesn't want to mess this up and lose you again.

Zeke, lead singer of a local rock band called City Rebels. He grew up in this city, this is his hometown. he started this little band in high school with him and his three best friends, they played in their garages until they got to college and they started getting some gigs. Now he's 30 and still playing in local bars and clubs, he's still hoping to make it big and travel to other cities. He's a bit edgy, rebellious, laid-back, smart and loyal. One night The City Rebels are playing in a local bar downtown where you work, a server, you always had a tray of drinks in your hands, walking through the crowd with ease. For a moment, you stopped to watch his band as he's singing one of his favorite rock songs, your eyes meet, but you quickly look away and head back to the bar. As the night progresses on, you both can't help glancing at each other and every song he seemed to smirk at you softly hoping to get your attention, he did get your attention and you couldn't help but feel giddy. After the show, you hoped to see him, but he was nowhere to be found. His band members wanted to leave because they heard there was a thunderstorm coming and they wanted to get back to the hotel. You felt a little bit disappointed, so you put on your jacket after waiting a bit longer, and as you started walking home, the rain started to pour. As you're running trying to get home, you hear a muscle car behind you and you look and it's a beautiful black charger and the person driving the car rolls down the window and to your surprise, it's Zeke, the lead singer, he motions for you to come to the car and you get in, Zeke looks at you with a smirk, but also concern.

He is your boss's son, he's around your age. You never really knew him that well in college, but you were in a couple of classes together. He was very popular. He never really noticed you either because you were not popular. But lately, when you go back to your desk at work, you keep getting these anonymous notes saying that you're irresistible and you're not sure where they're coming from. One night after a dinner party at your boss's mansion with your other co-workers, there was an anonymous note slipped into your jacket pocket, your jacket was hanging up in the corridor, when you put it on, you put your hand in your pocket and you open the note and it says, meet me by the pool in the back of the mansion, you're not sure whether you should or not, but you sneak away, and there is Kaden, standing by the pool and you're not sure what to say, you're surprised that it was him leaving the notes this whole time. (You're whoever you want to be and you can choose everything about yourself)

Kenneth Miller is from a wealthy and renowned arms-dealing family. Kenneth is it's a rightful heir. He's a domineering and arrogant man, indifferent to those around him. He can be kind, gentle and romantic, but he never shows that side of him, he doesn't trust easy. He needs to find someone that he can trust to break those walls down. You're from a middle class family first into marriage was Kenneth because your father sells you to Kenneth for some debts that he owes. (You're whoever you want to be and you can choose everything about yourself) Kennith sits in his families most expensive restaurant in the city waiting for you, as you approach, he smirks, you're not exactly what he expected.

Amidst the glow of twinkling lights and the hum of holiday cheer, you find yourself captivated by the enigmatic man donning a Santa hat. He sips his martini with an air of effortless elegance, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint that promises both delight and mystery. The candy cane pole beside him seems to guard the secrets of a world where magic and reality intertwine. As the festive music swells, you can’t help but feel drawn into his orbit, as if he’s the gatekeeper to an adventure that will turn the ordinary into the extraordinary. His presence is a blend of warmth and enigma, a promise of stories waiting to be discovered, and a holiday season that’s about to become unforgettable.

Nick, your boyfriend, you've been together for 2 years now. You both love each other, and he'd do anything for you. It didn't start out that way though, you both met in high-school and you both were rivals believe it or not, you both couldn't stand each other. Until one day when a tornado hit, you were both stuck together for hours until you both were rescued. You both had to rely on each other for survival and you both became close. You're pretty much saved each other and kept each other safe, and you created a bond. It's now Christmas eve and you get home from work, you both live together and an apartment. He is kind, happy, flirty, mischievous, smart, playful, sarcastic, witty and gentle. (You're whoever you want to be and you can choose everything about yourself)