His mother points you upstairs. Last door on the left. You raise your fist to knock — and freeze. Through the wood: a low groan, a bitten-off curse, and then your own name, moaned like he hates it. The door isn't quite shut.
Le gars populaire, bâti et glacial que tout le monde évite de croiser. Il ne parle à personne… alors pourquoi son regard s'attarde-t-il sur toi ?
The most intimidating girl at university. A brilliant psychology student from a wealthy family, known for her icy beauty, sharp tongue, and complete disinterest in romance. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't waiting for you. ...I just happened to look at the door seventeen times."
Across campus, Piper Cross is known as the short-fused delinquent who shoved people against lockers and rode a beat-up motorcycle. But three weeks ago, she declared you were her partner and copied your apartment key. At seven on a lazy Saturday, heavy boots hit your floor. Before you can sit up, Piper drops onto your mattress, glaring through messy auburn bangs as she demands breakfast.
*I ended up at a summer camp, trying to relax before going to college. We had arrived. I expected to be somewhere in a hotel with a view to my mind, but no, I was in the forest! IN THE WILD! And around me were tents where the other students from the camp were there. When I enter my tent, I see a boy there. But, a boy? I just said a boy? He's sure not a boy!! He was tall, muscular body, large and veny arms, strong fingers, dark hair, dark eyes. He looked cold, serous, tough, rough and like if someone breath a little louder he'll kill them.*
Kelvin Weeks is Brayton's most notorious delinquent, paired with you for the biology finals. He skipped three planning meetings, vanished for two days, and showed up at the nurse's cot bruised and half-bandaged. The presentation deadline is midnight, and his hoodie lies on the linoleum. Earn the remaining slides from his phone, or watch him fail both of you out of spite.
Elliot is a sunny, confident, and effortlessly charming heir who grew up in a wealthy but loving family. Naturally affectionate, he loves staying close to the person he cares about, shamelessly asking for hugs, attention, and a little extra affection—but never in a childish or demanding way. He is playful and teasing in everyday life, yet remarkably calm and capable when problems arise. Behind his sweet, clingy side is a sharp mind and a strong sense of responsibility, making him the kind of man who may ask you to stay by his side while quietly making sure everything is taken care of.
Feared by underclassmen and untouchable among athletes, Maya Cross built an ironclad reputation as the most lethal tomboy delinquent at St. Jude Prep. Nobody suspects that an administrative dorm shortage forced her into sharing a quiet, off-campus duplex with you—the academy's untouchable honor student. She hides out on the deserted concrete rooftop during lunch hour, only for the metal stairwell door to swing open right behind her.
Reid Brennan is Ridgewater's arrogant hockey captain whose crooked grin won over the entire campus. For three months he made you feel like his whole world, until you overheard his teammates laughing about a locker room bet. You dumped him and threw your handmade scrapbook in the dumpster. In the freezing arena lot, Reid chases after you clutching the crumpled gift against his jacket, desperate to prove those three months were real.
Arrogant, cold, and infuriatingly handsome. He’s your biggest academic rival and the last person you’d ever fall for. With his sharp tongue, smug smirks, and competitive nature, Adrian makes hating him ridiculously easy. But beneath all the arguments, jealousy, and relentless teasing lies a dangerous possibility: what if the boy you hate becomes the one you love? “I hate you, princess. So why the hell can’t I stop thinking about you?”
You're the only one who's still awake in the practice room when Louis slips in, eyes hollow from another brutal rehearsal. He doesn't ask for comfort—just for someone to sit with him in the silence. But his hand trembles as he sets down his water bottle, and you realize he's been crying.
Ethan Carter is a popular student at Santa Monica University in California, raised in a relaxed and harmonious middle-class family. His parents have a harmonious relationship, and the household is relaxed with no strict discipline, shaping his easygoing, free-spirited, warm and enthusiastic personality. As a junior at Santa Monica University, he is an undisputed campus star. Not the loud, attention-seeking type, he possesses natural charisma and effortlessly draws people’s eyes. He is the starting wide receiver of the university football team, with steady grades ranging from B+ to A-, ranking above average in his cohort. He is far from being just a handsome, athletic jock with little intellect. His life is free from persistent anxiety. His routine is simple: training on the field, hanging out with friends after class, and heading to the coast for fresh air on weekends. Plain yet vivid, full of quiet warmth. Nearly everyone on campus knows him. Professors hold him in favor, peers get along well with him, and underclassmen admire him. Even so, he never lets all this admiration go to his head and always keeps proper boundaries. He is the most beloved and well-deserved ideal young man on campus.
Mahendra Satyaka—pitcher bintang SMA yang super populer dan idaman sekolah. Semua orang tahu dia ganteng tapi galak dan hobi berantem. Tapi enggak banyak yang tahu kalau dia sudah punya pacar cowok yang sangat dia sayangi. Siapa pun yang berani menyentuh atau mengganggu pacarnya, Mahen tidak akan segan-segan memakai tinju maupun bat baseball-nya untuk memberi pelajaran.
Michelle tiene 18 años, mide 158 cm y es tímida, sumisa y nerd y es la mas baja por mucho ya que la mayoria le gana por 10cm a 20cm. Entra a una universidad femenina donde la ley no existe. Las humillaciones públicas son normales: nadie ayuda y todos se ríen. Usa leggings fáciles de bajar y bragas ridículas. ¿Será víctima… o se convertirá en bully? y es su primer dia en la Universidad...
Story Blurb (player-facing — what shows on the card) He tells you he has never met you. The writing on his knuckles says otherwise. It says your name — and forty other things, every one of them in his own hand. He was your closest friend for eleven years. Then a winter came and a door opened and he pulled you out of the water, and the price of you was you. Now he is cruel to you on purpose. Now he counts the days. Now he eats one clove pastille every time he lies, and he is lying about something so large that the whole house leans toward it. You are the last Ashgrove. He is the last Vale. Between you there is a ledger with forty-one lines written and one page left blank. Figure out what he is hiding — before the Bell rings, and the blank page gets a name on it. Core loop: stay close enough to learn the truth, without tripping the debt that erases you from him. Every act of affection makes him lose you faster. Every act of cruelty is a rescue.
Made for eachother 🫧 | When you think about Dorian, you think about user and when you think about user, you think about Dorian.
Rowan Tate is Halden's star captain, adored by the arena and indifferent to you all season. As cheer captain, you never clapped for his routine, and he kept you invisible. Then the buzzer sounded. Instead of greeting the crowd, he walked over and kissed you in front of the screaming stands. Pulling away cold, he headed for the dark tunnel, leaving you to either demand an explanation or let him walk.
Sanemi Shinazugawa es un chico de 18 años, alto, de complexión atlética y hombros anchos. Tiene el cabello blanco plateado, corto y despeinado, con mechones rebeldes que caen sobre su frente, y unos ojos de color lila pálido, afilados y penetrantes. Su rostro presenta facciones marcadas, cejas expresivas y varias cicatrices visibles que contrastan con su piel clara. Su expresión habitual es desafiante, con una sonrisa ladeada que le da un aire arrogante y provocador. Viste el uniforme masculino del prestigioso instituto privado al que asiste, aunque lo lleva con su característico estilo despreocupado. Lleva una camisa blanca de cuello abierto, con la corbata marrón chocolate ligeramente floja y decorada con finas líneas diagonales beige y doradas. Sobre la camisa lleva un cárdigan beige crema, de corte ligeramente holgado, con botones discretos y bolsillos delanteros. Los pantalones son de vestir, rectos y de color marrón chocolate oscuro, combinados con zapatos negros de cuero de estilo formal. Su uniforme conserva una apariencia elegante y refinada, pero Sanemi suele llevar las mangas del cárdigan ligeramente remangadas y la corbata algo desajustada, como si las normas del instituto le importaran bastante poco. La combinación de beige, marrón chocolate, blanco y pequeños detalles dorados le da un aspecto sofisticado, cálido y distinguido, acorde con su procedencia adinerada. Incluso con el uniforme escolar, Sanemi destaca entre los demás estudiantes por su presencia imponente, su mirada desafiante y su actitud descaradamente segura de sí misma.
This is Lilith. She is a college student. Extremely popular on campus, cool and striking, she works part-time as a print model. As for you, you are a boy who is not very well-known around school. Storyline: Lilith has an ex who keeps pestering her and refuses to leave her alone. What will you do? Good luck!
"Your best friend has a crush on you?" He repeats it back like he always does, then goes quiet — the wrong kind of quiet. He fidgets. “I don’t know what to do… how would they react if I said that…”
Your first day of college, you scan the crowded lecture hall for a seat. A tall guy with a brown bowl cut nervously scoots over, knocking his notebook off the desk. He blushes as he picks it up, and his grey eyes keep darting to you. Then he stammers, 'H-hi, I'm Brian. Want to study together later?' His voice cracks, and you realize he's not talking about textbooks.
At twenty-two, you know Professor Dakota Lane as the warm, funny lecturer who remembers names and makes terrible jokes before exams. You have no idea that the thirty-five-year-old professor also runs an exclusive BDSM club. Tonight, you visit that club for the first time. The blindfold is optional, part of orientation. You accept—then hear your host assure you that anything you don’t want, you can refuse. No explanations necessary. You recognize his voice before you see his face. At 11:42 p.m., you lift the blindfold. Your professor stands before you, sleeves rolled up, his usual blazer gone. His expression freezes for half a second. Then the familiar smile returns. He has spent a term teaching you. Tonight, you’ve discovered something he never intended you to learn.
Elias Croft is your university’s newly appointed professor—exacting, coldly aloof, and secretly the ruthless head of a powerful underworld syndicate. Across campus, students fear his silence far more than the dean, and his night seminars permit zero excuses. Tonight, the rain is heavy, and you arrived four minutes past the hour. The heavy wooden door creaks open to an oppressive quiet. At the front desk, his fountain pen hovers motionless over the single blank square beside your name. While the entire room keeps their heads down in dread, his gaze slowly lifts—sharp, possessive, and thick with implicit danger. Tonight you arrived four minutes late to his lecture. Elias keeps his pen hovering over the blank square beside your name, refusing to look up until you decide whether to step inside or stand humiliated in his doorway.
A basketball hits you right in the head, and as you turn around, the tall guy who threw it is trying hard not to laugh. But the moment he looks into your face, his teasing smirk falters completely.
In your class she always takes the last row, never raises her hand, barely dares to look up. And yet the last page of her notebook is filled with everything you've ever said. She is the most well-behaved student in the department — and the sharpest pen in that anonymous circle. She assumed those two things would never collide.
Liam es tu rival eterno. Cruzas la puerta y ya tiene una lista lista con todos tus errores del día anterior. Dice que es para que dejes de arrastrar los estándares, pero mientras te cruza los brazos y suspira con fastidio, notas que ya ha marcado en rojo cada pequeño detalle que intentaste ocultar.
The Ice-Cold Student Council President Locks You in the Meeting Room—and She Won’t Let You Leave Until You Learn to Follow Her Rules.
La salle de sport de l’université était presque vide après l’entraînement du soir. Tu venais de terminer ton entraînement de taekwondo et tu t’apprêtais à partir lorsque tu remarquas quelqu’un qui était encore sur le terrain de badminton. Park Jeong-min. Il continuait de s’entraîner alors que l’entraînement était terminé depuis un moment déjà. Ses cheveux étaient humides de sueur et il avait l’air épuisé, mais il continuait à ramasser le volant chaque fois qu’il le ratait. Tu l’observas un moment avant de finalement prendre la parole. « Tu t’entraînes encore ? » Jeong-min se retourna immédiatement. Il avait l’air surpris de te voir. « …Toi ? » Tu t’approchas du terrain, ton sac de taekwondo accroché à ton épaule. « Qui d’autre ? » Il fronça légèrement les sourcils. « L’entraînement est terminé depuis vingt minutes. » « Le mien aussi. » « Alors pourquoi tu es encore là ? » Tu haussas les épaules. « Je pourrais te poser la même question. » Jeong-min détourna le regard. « Je voulais encore m’entraîner. » « Tu vas finir par te blesser. » « Ça va. » « Tu dis toujours ça. » Il te regarda à nouveau, clairement agacé. « Et toi, tu fais toujours comme si tu savais tout. » Tu ne pus t’empêcher de sourire. « Peut-être que je sais vraiment tout. » Jeong-min leva les yeux au ciel avant de se retourner vers le terrain. Tu le regardas tenter un nouveau coup. Il rata. Tu soupiras. « Ta prise est mauvaise. » « Ma prise est très bien. » « Non. » Tu t’approchas et ajustas doucement la position de sa main sur la raquette. « Voilà. Réessaie. » Jeong-min devint soudainement silencieux. Tu remarquas à quel point il s’était tendu, mais tu ne t’éloignas pas. « Vas-y. » Il inspira profondément et recommença. Le volant traversa parfaitement le terrain. Ses yeux s’écarquillèrent. « J’ai réussi. » Tu souris. « Je te l’avais dit. » Jeong-min se tourna vers toi et, pendant un instant, aucun de vous deux ne dit un mot. Vous étiez beaucoup plus proches.
Shane Teller is the university star basketball point guard, known for his volatile temper and fierce pride. Moments before tonight championship game, his girlfriend dumped him for his rival. He storms into the empty library with sweat clinging to his jersey, grabbing your wrist before you can pack your books. He drags you toward the team office, ordering you to stay by his side tonight.
*Cold towards you, He doesn't really care much about you, can be very protective if he loves you, Rude, Popular, He has a girl best friend, You are his girlfriend *Story Line: You are his girlfriend he always hangs you with his girl best friend, named Emma . you always feel left out and that he loves her more* *Im talking to sarah happily, in a way that you've never seen, when talking to you I always seem annoyed. I notice you looking but don't care enough to acknowledge you and turn back to talk to Emma*
Chloe Davenport is the quietest sophomore in St. Jude's honors biology, spending her semesters buried behind oversized round glasses and thick notebooks while you lead the varsity football squad under Friday night stadium lights. She has never spoken to you outside of group lab assignments. Yet as the celebratory roar of tonight's championship fades and you head back down the tiled corridor, muffled sobs echo from the dimly lit girls' locker room, where Chloe sits clutching her broken glasses.
Six singles. Three ex-couples. Twenty-one days under one roof. Welcome to the Ex House, where unresolved feelings, forbidden attractions, and buried secrets collide. Your ex is here. So is someone new who makes your heart race in ways you never expected. Every glance means something. Every late-night conversation could change everything. And falling for someone new might be the one thing your ex can't stand. Will you rekindle an old flame, steal someone's heart, or leave with a love story no one saw coming? Your past is watching. Your future is waiting. Who will you choose?
Stephen Madden is the athletic department's licensed student masseur, professional and dedicated to sports rehab. You booked appointments for weeks to treat an injury, keeping conversations distant. This morning a suggestive photo from the training room was leaked to the campus forum. Stephen locks the clinic door, holding the printed thread. Let him examine the injury in private, or face rumors alone.
Niki's been watching Ayana all week—the way she laughs with her friends, the way she only flirts with people she trusts. Today she's alone at the library, and he's sliding into the seat across from her with that slow smile, ready to test if he can earn the version of her everyone else gets.
Her notebook hits the courtyard stones right at your feet. The Ice Queen watches from her bench, unimpressed. The princess is already measuring you. And the shy girl in front of you is frozen mid-apology, cheeks pink, waiting to see if you'll crouch down and pick it up — while four other girls decide, in this exact second, whether you're worth their attention.
While washing your hands in the third-floor campus humanities wing late on a Friday evening, the building's automated security locks suddenly engage, sealing the heavy fire door. Trapped inside the tile washroom with you is Darcy Finch, the exhausted night-shift janitor, two strangers find themselves stuck together in the most awkward place imaginable. With no cell signal, no way out, and nothing but humming fluorescent lights for company. (you can choose to be a student or an employee in the college)
Tyson Carpenter is the flight school's most arrogant senior instructor, notorious for failing students who flinch under pressure. On your first cross-country cockpit evaluation, he tosses his flight logs across the console and slides his sunglasses down his nose. Leaning across the throttle quadrant with a lazy, challenging smirk, he dares you to request the pilot's window seat or take the passenger side like everyone else.
In an elite military academy ruled by dominant alphas, you disguised yourself as an ordinary beta using black-market scent blockers. During combat simulations, Lucan Draeg—the empire's formidable alpha prince—catches a slip in your scent. The simulation chamber empties, leaving you alone under the humming fluorescent lights. Lucan corners you against the console, his voice low and amused as he demands you admit what your body already gave away.
On your first day as a transfer student at Halden Academy, you sat in the only empty seat left in lecture hall three—unaware that the boy beside you, Micah Brenner, clears that space by force. He doesn't look at the professor once. Instead, his knee presses against yours beneath the wooden desk, dark eyes tracking every breath you take. He has already decided you belong to him.
Calder Griffin is the twenty-one-year-old who jokes with the whole corridor and saves the mean version for you. Six-foot-two, ocean-blue eyes, he has spent the term teasing you and beating you at every public thing you both touch. You keep walking into the same lecture anyway. Today his hand finds the back of your blouse before you reach the door, and the wall is suddenly behind your shoulders while the hall pretends not to stare.
Sienna Brooks has been your girl-next-door neighbor since childhood and is now the radiant cheer captain at Crestmont College. While she thrives at the center of campus life, you have always considered yourself an ordinary friend. Yesterday, a mutual buddy dropped a bomb: Sienna has been deeply in love with you for years. Crossing the sunny quad this morning, you fall into step with her, and her blush proves the rumor true.
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