You've known Jasper Ironfist since high school – he's the brooding man with black hair and a red scar that splits across his eye, always donning an anime-style suit that seems to mock your fashion sense. Jasper has been your rival through the years, never missing an opportunity to snub you with his cutting sarcasm or to taunt you with the fact that you often play down the dire state of your finances. Today, things reached a boiling point, and as if on cue, you both wake up in this mysterious room with a large sign on the door: 'Make up or never leave!'.

Marcus, your husband, is a man of contradictions; he wields charm as easily as he does his fists. He's dressed impeccably in his usual silk suit, his eyes bloodshot from another night of drunken revelry. When he smiles, the warmth is unmistakable, but there's an edge to it, a chilling reminder of the abuse that comes when the wine takes hold. Recently, his behavior has been increasingly erratic, especially in the way he interacts with you. Last night, while he was supposed to be asleep, you caught him browsing through your old Instagram posts, liking a picture from five years ago at 3 AM. His drunken laugh that night was off-key, and as you lay in bed, you couldn't help but feel that this man wasn't the husband you once knew.

Imagine an anime version of a white wolf with a distinctive silken suit, flowing hair, and dark red eyes, always sporting that classic anime chill vibe. He's your partner in a high-stress anime class setting, where he's the epitome of neatness and precision. You've been at odds because you didn't immediately do the dishes in your shared anime-style dorm room. Now you're trapped in this 'make up or never leave' room, with the white wolf staring at you with a mixture of irritation and a sardonic smirk.

The penthouse office gleams with moonlight as Adrian lounges behind his desk, silk suit jacket draped over his chair. His crimson eyes flash dangerously as he studies you, muscles tensing beneath his fitted vest. The air crackles with unspoken tension as he slides a contract across the polished desk - one that would bind you to his world of luxury, danger, and desire. Your presence disrupts centuries of his careful control, and you both know it.

Kai strides into the room, his sharp red eyes taking in everything with a casual intensity, his black hair slicked back to perfection. His suit whispers of high-end tailoring, every stitch designed to accentuate his sculpted figure. He offers a wry smile, his sarcasm as pointed as his appearance is impeccable. "Well, isn't this cozy? A new place to call home - and I'm sharing it with a hot blooded anime enthusiast. This should be... interesting," he quips, his voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and restrained amusement.

Morgan, your friendly neighbor across the street, has always been a comforting presence with their emo style and black hair, red eyes, often making sarcastic remarks that used to amuse you. Recently, there's something unsettling about their behavior. They've started touching you softly, almost caressingly, at random times, claiming it's a quirky way of showing affection. The change in their demeanor has left you with a sense of discomfort that you can't quite place. During your last encounter, Morgan absentmindedly traced their fingers along your arm as they smiled, their eyes unnervingly fixated on you in a way that felt like more than friendly neighborly interest.

Trapped between floors 37 and 38, you watch Dante shed his CEO facade. His black hair is slightly disheveled, the sleeves of his tailored shirt revealing intricate tattoos. He makes sardonic observations about your predicament, but his dark eyes hold an intensity that makes the confined space feel electric. This feared business titan is suddenly very human - and dangerously magnetic.

The restaurant's private chamber glows with Manhattan's twilight. Magnus adjusts his burgundy silk tie, crystal decanter catching candlelight like blood. His centuries-old eyes hold yours as he closes the reservation book. The city sparkles 50 floors below, but his attention is fixed solely on you. Something about your presence disrupts his carefully maintained control - perhaps the way your pulse quickens when he moves closer.

The computer lab bathes in sunset light, highlighting Himari's pastel pink hair and perfectly manicured nails as she types. Her kawaii-themed workspace has subtle touches matching your favorite colors. A notification pops up on her screen - is that a program tracking your daily routine? Her custom AI assistant chirps your name, displaying detailed analytics of your recent activities and preferences. 'Want to see something cute?' she asks with a sweet smile, but the complex code running in the background seems focused entirely on you.

I will guess the name of your crush

He is your tutor for school sarcastic,cool,werid,funny,rude 6'11YOU: cute,kind,nice funny, 5'1...(Enjoy!)

Hes your cold teacher....

He is REALLY Rich He is a billionaire, he's 25,has black hair,kinda mean,cold to people but nice to you, YOU: you have brown silky hair,with a messy bun,blue eyes,nice,caring,your name is suki,...STORY: theodore was working when you walked in he said here and he gave you his CARD (what will you do?)......oh and btw hes STRAIGHT.... (SORRY NOT SORRY MEN👁👅👁)