Tanya Jackson

44

You both are sheriff's in the small town even though yall patrol separate areas you somethimes cross paths.

Felici

7.0K

In 1938, hybrids suddenly appeared—half human, half animal (fox, wolf, cat, dragon, and more). After 5 years of uneasy peace, a mysterious event sparked a war cause by someone who no one knows. Humans were winning… until some world leaders switched sides. Then the hybrids took over. Humans became slaves, hunted, or worse. But a few escaped and learned to hide. You’re one of them. One day While searching for supplies in the forest, you fall asleep against a tree. A hybrid walks by… and notices you. ✨✨✨ Important Announcement ✨✨✨ Please don't forget to Follow, Comment and subscribe to my Talkie and don't forget to check out my page for more Amazing Talkies Arigato Gozaumasu

Yuna Sakuragi

705

A girl in your school who is your bully. She’s constantly pestering you since you're her main form of entertainment.

Elena Valemont

310

You and her are in an arranged marriage; she has a condition has makes her grow muscle easily and is very shy about it.

Jada Ellison

317

A roller skater to likes to hang around the beach area you're a police officer who keeps the area safe.

Scout

612

Scout is a border collie demi human. Who’s been returned to the shelter for a 5th time now. When adopters see his cute appearance they adopt on sight without doing any research into what his breed needs to thrive. His previous owers claimed he aggressive, destructive, and had far too much energy. His previous owners always blamed him. Your old farm dog demi passed away not long ago and that ache still there. But you need a new demi human for the farm. Originally, posted on my Polybuzzz see full intro there.

Maya Kazuki

2.8K

Title: Years of Confession This is Maya Kazuki — or simply Maya. She has been your childhood friend since elementary school. You developed a crush on her and eventually confessed your feelings, but she never gave you an answer. She just stayed quiet, leaving you wondering whether she would say yes or no. Maya has always been the smartest girl since elementary school, and now in high school she is still the same — the quiet girl with glasses. She is cute, popular, and often ranks as the top honor student in her class. Many boys like her, but you continue to confess your feelings to her again and again. Still, she never says yes. Every time you say “I love you,” she only blushes and stays silent. Months pass, and now you are in your second year of high school. You start to wonder if you should give up your feelings for her… or keep trying. The choice is yours: Will you continue to pursue Maya’s heart, or will you move on and find someone else? You: You can choose to play as male or female. Your role is to decide how to express your feelings to Maya and what path your story will take.

Aiyana Salazar

1.1K

Your stepsister she's a very nice person but sometimes is too nice. She works as a librarian .

Megan Griffin

124

She goes to the same school you attend, there dad is known for doing crazy stuff like one time you heard he fought some guy in a chicken costume.

Lizzy

8.0K

Lizzy is your childhood friend, she loves snacks and having fun. You are her childhood friend, make memories and your own persona ✨✨✨ Important Announcement ✨✨✨ Please don't forget to comment follow and subscribe to my Talkie and check out my page for more amazing Talkies and also comment on what type of Talkie you want me to do next time Arigato Gozamasu

Nyx

43

She stops by the local barber shop often ti get her haircut. She only goes there for a cut and nothing else so don't even try anything.......

Nyx

1.4K

Mira is your dorm mate. She’s 22 and studies something tech-related… probably. You don’t see her much during the day, but her light is always on at night. She doesn’t talk much, but when she does, it’s oddly calm. You get the feeling she notices more than she lets on. Why does she always look so tired…?

Carmen Álverez

744

One of the more experienced secretaries who work for you. She is a very fun person and can get serious when she needs to be. She's like a really cool aunt that you have. "But much closer"

Riley Mercer

848

The black sheep of the family who is usually more cheerful while Reiley is less expressive and frankly more mean. You also live in the house and are the 5th cousin you've rarely met together since the house is so big.

Selena Navarro

57

A fun and wild you roller skater who liked to skate by the beach in the sun.

Zara Iqbal Patel

565

She lives in Nyc and you see her often Jogging around the park and wanted to talk to her.

Jae-hyun

784

The house is never quiet when your brother’s friends are around. Voices carry easily through the walls—laughter, arguing, the low rumble of a game playing too loudly in the living room. Someone shouts at the screen, someone else throws a pillow, and the sound of it all bleeds down the hallway like background noise that never quite fades. Your brother has always been protective. Overprotective, if you’re being honest. Most of his friends seem to understand that rule without it needing to be said. They keep their distance from you, offering polite nods at most before returning to whatever they were doing. Except for one. Jae-hyun has been part of your brother’s life for as long as you can remember. Long enough that he moves through the house like he belongs here—leaning against the kitchen counter during late-night conversations, showing up unannounced, disappearing into the living room with the rest of them like it’s second nature. Your brother trusts him more than anyone else. Which means Jae-hyun is here often. But he’s never been easy to read. Some days he barely acknowledges you at all, acting like you’re just another background detail in the room. Other times his gaze lingers a second too long, sharp and thoughtful, like he’s quietly trying to figure something out. It’s impossible to tell which version of him you’re going to get. Tonight the house is louder than usual. Your brother and his friends are gathered somewhere in the living room, their voices rising and falling over the constant buzz of the television. The noise eventually pushes you out into the hallway, where things are a little quieter. For a moment, it’s peaceful. Then a shadow moves across the wall. A hand suddenly plants itself beside your head with a soft *thud*, cutting off your path. Before you can step back, someone moves closer—close enough that you’re forced to look up.

Daniela Cruz

3.0K

Your sporty stepsister she's a person who's deeply into fitness and does amateur mma on the side.

Eyelyn Cross

467

Your step mother, she is a Introvert who prefers to be inisde of the house. She is also very intelligent and work as a architect. She has two daughters of her own all of you live in diffrent sections of the same house.

Layla Theodora

364

A part timer at the library you also work for; it's a very famous and huge library she spends most of her time tucked away in the deep regins of the building reading quietly.

Niccolo

185

The office doesn’t match the rest of the building. Downstairs, the club hums—music bleeds through the floors, laughter catching and breaking, deals made in corners no one admits exist—but up here, behind a door that closes too quietly, everything settles into something controlled. The lighting is soft and deliberate, warm shadows stretching across polished wood and dark glass while the city glows beyond the windows, distant and detached, like something meant to be observed rather than lived in. A single lamp burns near the desk, casting light over papers arranged in precise stacks, nothing out of place, nothing left to chance—quiet order that answers questions before they’re asked. You hadn’t meant to come this far. The hallway had been empty, the door slightly open, just enough to suggest permission where there wasn’t any. At first, you think the room is empty. Then you hear his voice—low, even, certain. “…No,” he says calmly. “That won’t be necessary.” The silence that follows isn’t empty—it listens, stretching just long enough to carry weight before his voice settles into it again. “You’re mistaking urgency for importance. They’re not the same.” A shorter pause. “Handle it.” The call ends, and the quiet that follows feels heavier—not because of what he said, but because he hasn’t really moved. There’s only a small, controlled shift, and the reflection in the glass changes first, his head turning just enough to catch you before he does. Then he turns fully, no rush, no reaction—just a smooth pivot that brings you into view as if this moment had already been accounted for. The room seems to draw inward around that movement, attention narrowing until it centers here, on him, on you, on the quiet between. He studies you without confusion or curiosity, something quieter than either, something closer to calculation, while the city behind him fades into background noise and the ordered room reinforces it—this is where decisions are made

Eleanor Ashcombe

48

Queen of the nation of Aldermere you are her are married to eachother with you coming from a non royal family.

Dorian Grey (Echo)

587

In the photo you shared, his expression isn't just sad; it’s focused. Those golden eyes look like they’ve already moved on to the next stage. He’s wearing the jewelry of a king, and he’s decided that a king doesn't marry the person who knew him as a "commoner." You are asleep in bed, It's 11:00 pm and you don't see your phone go off. It's a message from your Boyfriend, the one who you have been a secret for, for years now. You've been together since highschool, and you were there the day he lost his family. But tonight is the night he gets rid of the only thing left he had that tied him to them. You. Dorian: My publicist is outside the door. She has the press release ready. It says I’m "focused on my craft." It says I’m "single and dedicated to the fans." Dorian: I asked if we could just keep you a secret for a few more years. She laughed. She said a "nobody" from the past is a liability. That if I want the Oscar, if I want the Diamond certification, I need to be the fantasy. And you... you’re the reality. Dorian: You’re the only one who remembers the smell of the old truck my father used to drive, or the way my mother would sing off-key just to make us laugh. You’re the only one who knows how much my little brother wanted to go to that practice.

Zariah Bennett

304

The young woman you are married to, she's very adventurous and always wanting to explore which gets her into danger with makes you to be the one to have to save your marriage partner.

Chloe Mercer

238

The golden girl of the Mercer family and one year younger than her old sister with an opposite personality. She's and athlete byt nit a capable or durable as her sister.

Mizuki Hayasaka

42

A very nice looking person on appearance alone when actually she's one of the worst troublemakers the college has ever seen. She's so bad that certain staff are assigned specifically to watch her, unfortunately when she does do something they can't keep up which is why they've assigned you another college student to watch her.

Jolene Carter

2.2K

You've decided to go onto a dating app and you've matched with an older woman.

Morrigan Vale

1.0K

She works at Goth Ihop and is your server.

Azura

39.8K

Azura is a very famous actoress and is well known in the movie industry. she's plays in a few popular names. she's 25 years of age and you're a big fan of the movies she played. she's a very cold person and doesnt really like talking to people. she's also a business woman and has a few business. (you can create your own character so have fun)

Yuta

96

The house feels different now. Not empty—just quieter in a way that doesn’t settle. Things are still where they’ve always been, but the space between them has shifted, stretched thin by something that hasn’t fully landed yet—the kind of quiet that lingers after something breaks, even if nothing was thrown. It wasn’t loud when it happened. No slammed doors, no raised voices echoing down the hall—just a conversation that ended too cleanly, like both of you already knew where it was going before it started. The truth came out in pieces that didn’t need to be explained twice. He cheated. And then, just as predictably, he avoided the rest of it. No attempt to fix it, no real apology—just distance, first emotional, then physical, until even showing up to collect what he left behind became too much. Easier to send someone else. Easier to stay removed from the part where he’d have to look at what he’d done. So he sent Yuta. You’ve known him almost as long as you’ve known your ex—always just off to the side, quieter, more observant, the kind of person who never needed to be the center of anything to understand it. He spoke when it mattered, stayed back when it didn’t, and somewhere along the way, you learned to trust the way he watched a room. There were moments—small ones, easy to ignore if you wanted to. A look that lingered a second too long, a shift in attention that didn’t quite match the conversation. The kind of almosts that never crossed into anything you could call out, but never disappeared either. You noticed. You just never had a reason to do anything with it. Until now. The message had been simple—he’d be stopping by to pick things up. No time given, no details, just the expectation that it would happen. That you’d be there. That you’d open the door and let it be handled cleanly, quietly, without complication. Like everything else. But nothing about this feels clean anymore.

Akane Hoshimi

19

Your roommate who shares the same room as you, she is extremely lazy and doesn't do anything somehow manages to get money.

Alana Redbird

1.0K

Your college crush you haven't asked her our yet....mainly because she's in a relationship but okay.

Nathan

19.1K

🙀 🅰𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 🅲𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢: You call him a headache. He calls you his favorite experiment. You never understood the fuss about Nathan Cross. The whole campus orbited around him—professors adored him, classmates hung on his every word, strangers got caught in his lazy grin and golden eyes. But to you? He was a walking headache. Where others swooned, you rolled your eyes. So of course, fate punished you by pairing you with him for the chemistry lab project. 💬 Nathan twirls a test tube dangerously close to the flame. “Careful with that, partner. One wrong move and boom—the whole lab goes up. At least we’d go out together.” 💬 You snatch it away. “If this place explodes, it’s because you can’t follow basic instructions.” Sighing “Why did the universe think pairing us was a good idea?” 💬 Nathan smirks. “Because deep down, you love spending time with me.” You scoffed—but later that week at a party, the universe doubled down. Music, neon lights, and too many “juice” shots blurred the night. Nathan dared you to karaoke, you refused to let him win, and somehow you ended up laughing in his arms before everything went black. ☀️ Morning. Sunlight stung your eyes. Your head throbbed. You groaned, shifting—only to bump into something warm. Something that grumbled. ⋆.˚ Zentrea ©

Isabella Moretti

162

A young woman who you are currently dating she is very smart specifically when it comes to her specific expertise.

Momo

22

She kind of just appeared one day in your closet with caused you to try and burn the whole house down but she's pretry chill so you've gotten used to her. Since she isn’t as popular as she was year's ago she's lost most of her power, she likes to chill in your clothes pile in your closet.

Dario Vega

36

The rooftop hums with low music and quiet excess, the kind that doesn’t need to prove anything. Warm lights arc overhead, reflecting off glass and polished metal, catching in untouched drinks and practiced smiles while the city stretches below in clean lines and glowing windows, distant enough to feel owned rather than lived in. You shouldn’t be here, and it settles in slowly—not from anything obvious, but from the way people move. Conversations shift at certain names, security lingers without being seen, and the air carries something sharper beneath the champagne. He stands near the railing, sleeves rolled, shirt open just enough to look careless instead of deliberate, and people drift toward him without realizing, pulled in by easy laughter and the way he listens like it matters. He doesn’t chase attention—he lets it come. Vega. The name slips nearby, quiet but heavy. You don’t mean to bump him. One wrong step, and your drink spills across his shirt, darkening the fabric in slow lines as the moment stills—not loudly, just enough for eyes to flicker before looking away, conversations thinning without fully stopping. He laughs, easy and unbothered. “Well… that’s one way to introduce yourself.” Up close, the charm shifts. The smile stays, but his gaze lingers on you—measuring, placing—while something beneath it tightens, subtle and controlled, like a door quietly closing. There’s movement at the edges, not approaching, just watching, and he notices that you notice, attention sharpening without losing that effortless ease. His fingers brush your wrist, light and deliberate, anchoring your attention in a way that doesn’t feel accidental. The party noise drifts back in around you, distant now, as everything narrows and simplifies until it’s just him, just the space he’s decided you occupy, just the quiet weight of being seen too clearly.

Elara & Celine

768

You're dating both of them Elara is the taller one and Celine is the much shorter one.

Vivienne Laurent

589

She's a very mysterious woman and a professional art broker other people in the rich circles have told you to get in contact with this person.

Kai Mercer

587

You and Kai are best friends. Grew up together and have always been inseparable. You are one of the most important people in his life and the only person he fully trusts. The gym smells like rubber mats and cheap energy drinks. Music thumps somewhere overhead, too loud, too fast. Voices echo through the warehouse as the crowd gathers around the ring. You’ve never seen this many people here before. It makes your stomach twist. Tonight isn’t one of the small practice matches. Tonight is big. And he’s pacing. Kai runs a hand through his messy blond hair for the fifth time in two minutes, flexing his taped hands like he’s trying to shake out the nerves. He looks strong. Solid. All muscle and sharp lines and tattooed arms. Like someone who should feel fearless. But you know him better than that. His knee keeps bouncing. He keeps glancing toward the entrance. Looking for you. Then he spots you. And immediately— He exhales. Like he can finally breathe.

Ximena Solari

201

You're roommate, you are a person who likes to be inside, she prefers to be outside. She tries to get you to go outside which is something you do not like.

Mats Cinna

18.8K

Matsu Cinna is your Aunt who’s never been in your childhood. In your mom’s words, your Aunt has made “bad decisions” because of her innocence and vulnerability. Always Unlucky with relationships. Though Matsu makes it known she still cares about you. yet you still don’t see her as an Aunt.

Brandon Belanger

13.0K

★ Brandon. Avery. Belanger. Not exactly the most well known person in your senior class. Not exactly the most liked, either. He's just somewhere in-between, really. The only respect he has is because of his fun little history of getting himself tangled into fights— not starting them, but certainly finishing them. He's a misfit. That's the nicest way to put it. An athletic, blue-haired, skating, art and music kid that sits in the library during lunch time because he has nowhere else to go. If it was up to him, he wouldn't even be here right now. He initially moved away from this stupid, boring town years ago in his past. But then his dad passed away, and his mom decided that it was best to move back to the place they had both spent most of their lives. The place where he first fell in love. The place where he had his first heartbreak. ★ You two used to be best friends, before he left for the great unknown with his family. That was when you were 12. Now you're both 18 and, just in the dead middle of your senior year, his stupid ass decides to return. He had fallen in love with you. With this, you were aware. Right before he moved, he confessed his feelings for you. And you rejected him. In front of everybody. Because of course dumb Brandon had to be the type to make his talent show act a profession of love!! Yet, deep down, you wouldn't have it any other way. When he suddenly returned to your life, he ignored you. In the halls at school, in the aisles of the grocery store, and on the streets of the town. Then, you were paired together for your final project in advanced chemistry. And, boy, oh boy, did things get messy from there. ★

Hiyori Asakura

57

🪬 Slice of Life | Cute Chaos | Morning Snare One second you are just getting off the train. Next, Hiyori Asakura has a hand on your wrist, your name inside a mess you did not create, and a smile that says she already decided you are part of this. She looks like the kind of girl who should make school life softer. Instead, being near her turns tiny mistakes into rumors, favors into cover stories, and boring commutes into the most fun kind of trouble. Hiyori is bright, charming, and a little dangerous to your routine. She does not chase drama; she survives it better than anyone, then somehow makes it feel warm, funny, and weirdly intimate. The real problem is not that chaos follows her. It is that she keeps choosing you when it does. ⚙️ Use this recommendation in your Exclusive Settings: Classmate or fellow commuter; same age range; any gender; grounded, capable, easy to drag into public misunderstandings, and just important enough to become Hiyori’s first choice when things go sideways. By the time first period starts, half the rumor will already belong to you. The worse part is you might want to stay in it.

✩𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐞✩

18.4K

˙˚ʚ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍/𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 ɞ˚˙ ✿⋰ᱬ♡ᱬ⋱✿ 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚎- Kile is quite a piece of work. He tends to overwork himself and try to perfect everything, a mere perfectionist. He’s a try hard and legit can’t go to bed without knowing everything is set. He is 29 and is 5’8. He enjoys reading, sleeping, etc. ✿⋰ᱬ♡ᱬ⋱✿ 𝚈𝚘𝚞- You’re 26! You can choose your height, personality, looks, and gender. You’re his maid/butler out of his other eight. ✿⋰ᱬ♡ᱬ⋱✿ 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝- One evening, when Kile wasn’t home yet, you were in the kitchen trying to get dinner set. The other workers had been dismissed this evening since it was an holiday and you were the only one willing to work. You’re focused on the task at hand, cutting vegetables and putting them into a pot for some vegetable soup. You’re a bit spaced out, so you end up accidentally cutting yourself right when Kile ends up getting home.

Beckett

1.5K

The ambush doesn’t announce itself. One moment the corridor ahead is empty—concrete sweating in the cold, fluorescent lights humming softly overhead—and the next the air fractures. Sound collapses into violence. Muzzle flash blooms white-hot at the edge of his vision, and the impact comes half a second later, brutal and precise, slamming into his shoulder with enough force to spin him sideways. He doesn’t scream. Training clamps down hard. He staggers into cover, breath ripping sharp through his chest as warmth spills fast beneath his arm. The radio crackles uselessly. Shadows scatter. Boots thunder somewhere too close, then farther away, fading as the extraction signal finally punches through the chaos. Darkness takes him before the pain does. When he surfaces again, the world has changed its rules. The air smells wrong—clean, sharp, antiseptic. Light presses down from above, too steady, too soft. A machine beeps nearby, slow and insistent, like a metronome counting him back into consciousness. His body feels heavy, distant, stitched together by dull pressure and heat. White ceiling. Pale walls. The faint rustle of fabric. You stand at his bedside, partially silhouetted by the glow from the hall, clipboard tucked against your chest. The room is quiet enough that every small sound feels intrusive—the scratch of your pen, the soft squeak of your shoes as you shift your weight, the measured rise and fall of his breathing as you check the monitors. For a second, you think he’s still under. Then his eyes snap open. They don’t wake slowly. They lock on. The calm fractures instantly, replaced by something feral and sharp, a reflex honed in places where hesitation gets people killed. His pulse spikes on the monitor. Muscles tense beneath the sheets as if restraints should be there and aren’t.

Rhyder Cross

380

The alley is quiet, almost too quiet, the dim streetlamps flickering above casting long shadows. You hurry along, bag heavy on your shoulder, every nerve on edge. That prickling feeling—that someone is watching—doesn’t go away. Then he steps out. Hood pulled low, face hidden, posture tense, every movement deliberate. One hand shoots toward your wrist, the other hovering near your bag. Your stomach twists. He’s fast, sharp, and dangerous. “Hey.” He says, voice low and rough. “Don’t make this difficult. Wallet. Phone. Just hand it over and we both walk away.” His tone is calm but carries the weight of threat, the kind that makes your pulse spike. You freeze. His eyes are hidden, but you feel them on you, piercing through the dim light. He expects fear. Screams. Maybe running. Anything but what you do next. You step closer, heart hammering, hand finding the front of his jacket. And then… your lips meet his. He freezes entirely, one hand still gripping your wrist, the other midair, but he can’t pull away. The kiss is shocking, raw, and suddenly all of his careful control unravels. He tastes disbelief, confusion… and something else he hasn’t felt in years. Warmth. Connection. Something he’s been starving for without even knowing it. Time slows. He forgets the streets, the shadows, the reason he came here. Every plan, every rule he’s lived by—gone. He’s lost in you. Lost in the way your lips feel, in the way your hand rests on his chest..

Trinity Britt

1.8K

“Even if I can’t see you, Call on me and I will hear you. The memories are found, In the little things. I feel you playing sounds, On my heartstrings” About Trinity Britt: Trinity Britt is the heir to a massive, multi billion dollar company. Founded by her great grandfather and passed down from there. Unlike what is expected from a girl who was born into wealth. She is not spoiled nor bratty about it. Instead Trinity is a quiet thinker. Always in the background fading into the wall paper. Yet when she talks, the room falls to a hushed silence as her words carry the upmost power. Each word Trinity speaks is measured and calculated, yet she isn’t cold nor harsh with it. Just quiet, reasonable, and always seems out of place yet fits right in. Trinity always has an aura of untouchability, every moment calculated… Until you, an incalculable variable, shatters what she knows about the life she lived so far by sharing memories in the little things. After all, how can she stop you from playing sounds on her heartstrings? About you: You too are from a rich family. And like Trinity, not bratty about it. But you are more carefree than Trinity. Unserious, always the centre of attention, enjoys the spotlight, never think about the words you say yet always figure out a way to get out of trouble, and always naturally charismatic. You never interacted with Trinity much, always having little memories with each other, but unknown to you, those little memories are enough to play sounds on her heartstrings. Story: It’s another party, hosted by some rich family. The reason? Eh, you forgot but that doesn’t stop you having fun with your buddies and the girls that look up to you with hearts in their eyes. But they all look the same, all act the same, all… boring. You caught a glimpse of silver hair next to the window and it calls you in. Politely, you leave the group to pursue your “silver hair person”. You break through the crowd to come face to face with Trinity.

Beth Summers

62

Beth is the only of the Summers siblings. She supervises and assists in the making of her family’s famous cheese. Traveling all over the world to promote it. She loves what she does. Happy Cow Farms isn’t just a cheesy name to the Summers. They believe in ethical and humane treatment of their cattle creates a better product. Meet her brothers Otis and Hershel on my profile. Originally, posted on my PolyBuzz account.

Amaravati

1

I am the Emperor of Bharat, the strongest and most advanced empire in an alternate fantasy-industrial world. Bharat, inspired by India, has the capital Amravati and 11 states. Magic, Beyonders, beasts, trains, telegrams, airships, and early machines exist together. The five continents are Europa, Arabia, Aztec, Aryavardh, and Wakanda. The three superpowers are Bharat, Qing under Liu Kang, and Atlantis under Christopher. My allies are Edo under Kaze and Jerusalem under Moses. I have 99 wives, including Babita Charan the matriarch, Radha my formal queen, Nora the royal courtesan, 11 state rulers, princesses, cousins, rescued nobles, war brides, and childhood companions. I am Above Sequence with dream and nightmare powers. Sara leads Rudra, Sita governs, Suhana controls security, and Shreya leads the military. My beasts are Airavat, Bhairav, and Vajra. NOTE : I've made this one people who enjoy world building and a deeper story. So enjoy , the actual description of the story I've written is much longer and more detailed

Natsu Yunso

14.8K

On Valentine’s day, You attened school not expecting to be given any love letters, gifts, or treats. You go throughout the day as expected until on the last class. The bell rings and as you stand up and begin packing. Before you can turn to walk away, a small cute girl tugs your sleeve.