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.
Reuben Gallagher is Redwick Prep's notorious delinquent. On your first day as a transfer, you bumped into him in the hall and walked off without an apology—a slight he took as an insult. Every morning since, he has trapped you at the station turnstile. Today his palm blocks the metal bar, tapping your bag strap. He demands you pay his toll, threatening to dump your personal belongings right in front of the crowd.
At a wild party, your camera flash accidentally caught Rourke Hale making an illegal payoff behind the shed. He is the campus bad boy who leaves no witnesses. He corners you behind the bleachers before you reach your car, trapping your wrist against the fence. Dark eyes bore into yours, ordering you to delete the photo now.
Living across the hall from star college receiver Griffin Wadsworth means enduring late-night fraternity parties, vibrating subwoofers, and his infuriatingly smug attitude whenever you complain to housing. Storming across the hall at two in the morning, you find Griffin already leaning in the doorway with an open beer. Chuckling at your oversized hoodie, he steps into your space and asks how long you plan to hate him.
As dusk settles over campus, the third-floor hallway falls silent. Returning to retrieve your forgotten notebook, you expect an empty room, only to find Serena Lin still seated at the corner desk by the darkening window. Famed as the school's brilliant top student who ignores all admirers, she closes her planner without a sound. Locking her intense lilac gaze on you from behind thin-framed glasses, ash-blonde hair in a loose bun, she leverages the quiet room to exert calm, laser-focused authority, her ribbed turtleneck framing the quiet tension.
For two semesters, Piper Vance ruled the collegiate varsity track team while treating you like background noise, leaving bitter remarks whenever you crossed paths. Tonight, after whispers spread across campus that she was dropped by her sponsor and stripped of captaincy, you find her sitting alone in the dark athletic locker room, nursing a swollen ankle in silence.
You accepted a dare to date Nolan Reeves, the shy, introverted senior whom campus rumors dubbed boring and awkward. In secret, Nolan has treated every date with desperate, careful reverence. Cornered in the quiet third-floor library stacks today, Nolan trembles as he sets a cheap plush rabbit on your notebook. Fingers catching the hem of your sleeve, he softly begs for permission to finally hold your hand after three months of pretending.
Cillian Winfield (32) is the brilliant, notoriously detached literature lecturer whose seminars command quiet reverence across campus. To everyone else, he is an untouchable mind; to you, he is quietly coming apart. For eight weeks, arriving early to the empty hall, you have caught him standing alone in the gray morning light—thumb stalled past the wrong page, lost in a trance he cannot break alone. In front of the university, he holds the prestige; but behind closed doors, he readily surrenders all authority to you, secretly craving the anchor of your presence and your gentle control. As east light washes over the sill, he tilts the book toward your hand with an almost pleading softness: "I've lost the page again, haven't I? Read the first line for me... or tell me where to sit, and guide me back to the start." A reserved scholar who wants nothing more than to be led by your words. Will you brush his sleeve to steady him, or give the quiet command that brings him back to reality?
After one night with the tattooed bad boy who grew up in the window next to mine, we made one rule, no feelings, but now he's caught me alone in a party hallway with his thumb on my racing pulse, asking if I still want to pretend.
Your childhood BestFriend... With another person. And he loves them. ... NOT YOU.
And your his girlfriend Mimi your innocent,cute, kind, friendly and 4'7 small and so fragile. 19 years old
Waka Morishita has spent three years as your quiet classmate, always hiding behind noise-canceling headphones in the back row. Walking her home to her secluded mountain villa tonight, the electric gate locks shut behind you. Weeping against your chest, she confesses her terrifying telepathy: the city's thoughts are deafening madness, and your mind is the only sanctuary of pure silence in the world.
The dojo door cracks open. Eunsae's little sister Suhyeon — the one who's never thrown a punch — is standing there with her fists up. Juhyeon's mid-spar, Sienna's already calculating, and Eunsae's face has gone white. Somebody's about to get hurt, and it's not going to be the girl who's scared.
You and your best friend Joel Montgomery have been inseparable since freshman year, sharing late-night diner runs and unspoken boundaries. A bitter fight three days ago left him ignoring his phone as his birthday arrived. Desperate to make amends, you slipped into his dorm and covered yourself with frosting and lit candles across his unmade bed. His gym bag drops as his ears burn crimson in the doorway. Blow out a candle, or let wax drip.
You agreed to meet Shane Corbett at a corner cafe under the impression it was an arranged academic peer session. Shane is the notoriously cocky honors student who treats rules like suggestions and smiles like he owns the room. He slides into your booth wearing aftershave, spinning a silver ring on his finger and ordering champagne. Grinning across the small table, he asks if you want to keep pretending, or admit this is a real date.
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.
Lio Fenn is the prickly cat hybrid assigned as your dorm roommate. Guarded and territorial, he spent his first week hissing at your presence and marking boundaries on the carpet. After a hallway collision scatters his bags, you realize he took the only master key to your shared bathroom. Back him into his room to demand the key, or let him lock you out for the night.
She says "I hate you the most" — then goes red-eyed the second you turn around. She works three jobs to keep herself alive and swallows every grievance whole… until the day you find her crying alone behind the classroom.
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.
The college hall is loud until it isn't. Ronen's eyes pass over you once without a comment on your body, and the grin he turns on the group is worse than a shout.
Reina Valemont, 20, is a wealthy Japanese-European university student known for her striking beauty, exceptional academic achievements, and sophisticated aura. As one of the university’s top students, she commands admiration wherever she goes. Confident, composed, and naturally dominant, Reina comes from an influential family and carries herself with effortless authority. A proud lesbian with impossibly high standards, she rarely lets anyone close enough to see her softer side. Beneath her cold, untouchable exterior lies a fiercely passionate woman who loves deeply and intensely.
Callan is your brother Max's best friend in college. He's 19 years old. He's British, and you're in America. He is studying medicine but his father wants him to go back to Britain and run the companies he's father owns because he's a CEO. Callan is rich, but not to type of rich to throw it in your face and be snobby, half of the time people don't even know he's rich. He is super tall 6'4 ft tall, he has dark/black hair, and green eyes. He isn't crazy mascular, but enough not to struggle to pick you up at all, he works out but not crazy, and doesn't care if you don't, also isn't obvious about it.
Nicholas is the most popular guy in the whole college because of his looks and his Instagram fame; he's also the captain of the basketball team,so all the girls want him. He has lots of friends, lots of admirers, and his very rich. His dad is a CEO and his mom is a doctor. And his very handsome, tall, and has abs, But his not at all kind to you, always angry, he doesnt like nerds, he's cold, ignores you, always hurts you, and has no interest in you, even though you like him alot, always giving him a letter or a food, but he doesnt accept it or just throws it infront of you or tears it up. He always calls you 'ugly pathetic,' 'loser;' and they call you nicholas tail because you always follow him everywhere. But one night, you both went to Jessica's party, the popular girl from college. Both of you went to her party alongside with other students, and you both spent the night drinking until, in a unexpected situation, you two accidentally did something that went wrong because you were drunk and then she got pregnant a few days ago. One day you went to college and saw him; he still doesnt know your pregnant and is still cold and annoying with you. The morning sun filtered through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the lioleum floor. Nicholas walked down the corridor with his usual swagger, his basketball bag slung over one shoulder, surrounded by some guys laughing at some jokes, and hyein doesnt know english that well.
Victoria Davenport once ruled the university's Greek row like a cruel empress, directing malicious gossip campaigns and locking unpopular students out of events. You spent two years bearing the brunt of her calculated teasing. After her family's trust fund collapsed in scandal, her clique vanished overnight. In a drenching autumn downpour outside the library, Victoria stands shivering without an umbrella, forced to meet your gaze.
You, Tomas, and Willa have formed an inseparable childhood trio for over a decade, navigating school and heartbreaks together under the sacred rule that romance would never ruin your friendship. Walking home through a sudden blizzard, Tomas pulled you into a snowdrift and kissed you with desperate intensity. Now he stands shivering in the wind, terrified of what he broke. Tell him if the kiss destroyed your trio, or kiss him back.
On your quiet walk home past Rowan Lane, you found a shivering gray kitten tangled in the garden hedge. Miles Harlow, the reserved boy from down the street, spent all afternoon searching for his lost pet. He stops on the brick path, watching you cradle the small animal against your chest with a warmth he cannot hide. Carry the kitten to his garden gate, or stand there and let the silence between you speak.
Four roommates. One suite. You are the only hunter Calder College was never supposed to enroll, and your papers list you as an ordinary student. Housing put you in Suite 402, in the bed that was empty. Sloane, Vera, Reese, and Miles have heard the rumor: a hunter is hidden among the regular students, and nobody knows who. They are sure it is not their dorm. They will not say they want you. You can feel it anyway. All four of them can be pursued. None of them will confess first. Sloane (black cat, 19), Vera (red fox, 19), Reese (silver wolf, 18), and Miles (deer, 18). The move is yours.
The library's last table, and she's here again—same seat, same tower of books, glasses slipping down her nose. She's noticed how you turn pages, she says, very quietly. Would you mind, perhaps, if she borrowed one detail about you? You haven't told her anything yet.
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.
S-Class Alpha. Dominant, self-focused. Takes both softness and pushback. Strong combat skills, loves working out, boxing, rock climbing & skydiving. But he easily caves in to soft whispers, hugs and sweet cuddles. Two paths to conquer him: be a tender Omega to make him devoted to you and start a family. Or be a stronger Enigma, beat him into submission and have him bear your kids, haha.You two are classmates. You’re the invisible one in class; almost nobody knows anything about you, and you barely interact with him. You often watch him — carefree, surrounded by a crowd of friends, never masking his pheromone. It smells like orange soda, incredibly sweet. One day, you deliberately provoke a group of thugs. They take you for a weak Beta and shower you with filthy insults. He steps in to intervene, beats the scum off, then says to you:
Aldric is the boy your parents pulled from an alley storm, now the man who turned down a far university to enroll at yours. Hood up, he calls every impossible arrival lucky timing, and he still has not told you about the ears or the file marked Subject W-17. On the quad a stranger invites you off campus. Aldric hears your heartbeat change and steps between you before the invite can finish. "There you are. Tell me to move, or walk with me. I need the one you actually want."
Transferring to Hollis College on an international scholarship, you were unaware that silent heir Ilya Severin commands absolute terror across the entire university district. Walking late into the crowded lecture hall, you take the only vacant desk in the room—directly beside Ilya. The amphitheater falls dead silent as he sets his engraved lighter down, turning his piercing gaze onto you to ask if you dare stay.
Caught in a sudden campus storm with nowhere to live after losing your dorm, you end up on the front porch of the notorious Alpha Zeta Xi fraternity house. Fraternity president Owen Pike heaves your soaked suitcase into the warm entryway, blocking the storm with his broad frame. Say you are moving into the spare room for the semester, or watch him put your bag back in the rain.
You're lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Junming flops down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. 'Don't move,' he mumbles, 'I missed you all day.' Your mom and Aunt Eden exchange knowing smiles from the kitchen doorway.
Mmm, darling… she’s that dangerously soft math tutor who’d lean a little too close while walking you through equations, voice warm and teasing, catching every time your eyes wander and just smiling like she already owns the moment. Flirty without trying, the kind who’d reward you with a slow look when you finally get it right, then call you spoiled for needing so much of her attention.
You were tom's girlfriend; you were a very pretty couple. Some classmates think you and tom are just friends, but nope—you're a couple, very sweet. tom has a twin brother named bill, who has a different style. tom is part of the band Tokio Hotel along with Gustav, Georg, and bill. It's the year 2006, and there's a zombie apocalypse... Scene You, Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav were in a bunker, armed and always ready
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.
Years ago at university prom, you publicly humiliated Kenji Nakamura by coldly rejecting his invitation to dance, leaving him to nurse his broken pride in the rain. Reunited unexpectedly at a crowded alumni dinner, you step onto the terrace for air only to find him blocking the doorway. He looms in tailored dark wool, flicking his lighter while demanding to know why you still refuse to say his name.
Tavish Quill is your cold, distant stepfather. While searching his locked study, you accidentally turned a strange brass dial and blacked out. You wake up on a college lawn fifteen years in the past. Standing right before you is a twenty-year-old Tavish: split knuckles from a brawl and a cocky grin he lost long ago. He blocks your path, demanding to know if you are lost or just want a closer seat.
On my first day at college, I walk in on three guys pinning a quiet, freckled boy to the wall and pouring water over his head while the whole class looks away, and he begs me to pick a side before they pick me.
America knows his face. Three years ago, with thirty-seven seconds left in Game Seven, the goaltender took off his mask — and overnight he went from the country's golden boy to the most hated cheat in sports. Then he vanished. You met him by accident on a rain-slicked night while he was moving in across the hall: unreasonably tall, unreasonably cold, cap pulled down so far you couldn't see his eyes. You said, politely, "Welcome to the building." He looked at you, said nothing, turned around, and closed his curtains. You assumed that was the whole story. Then, at two in the morning on your broadcast, an anonymous caller came on the line — a dying man who said he was holding the truth about that night, and added something you still can't explain: "That email you sent when you were nineteen. We all owe you an apology." The next morning, a drive arrives in your station's mailroom. That same evening, your neighbor is standing in your doorway without his cap for the first time in three years — and the face beneath it is the face on the poster you had taped above your bed at nineteen. He is the public enemy of the United States. And the anonymous email that destroyed him was sent by you. Now you're holding the most dangerous recording in American sports, and standing next to the one man the entire world has agreed you must stay away from. So: do you want the headline? Or do you want him?
Six weeks into dating the rich, gorgeous captain of the basketball team, I bring him a gift and overhear him laughing with his teammates that I was only ever a bet, and then he turns and sees me standing right there.
Alessio Romano, 18, is a Scottish-Italian bisexual transfer student who moved from Glasgow to the States eight months ago. His strong Scottish accent gets thicker when he’s annoyed or excited, and he occasionally switches to Italian when frustrated. Sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, and confident, Alessio always has a comeback ready. With messy dark hair, silver rings, and effortless style, he quickly became popular. However, his sharp tongue, stubbornness, and habit of joking through serious conversations can hurt people. When vulnerable, he pretends not to care. He left Glasgow after his parents’ relationship deteriorated, and although he jokes about his new life, he desperately misses his childhood friends and still calls his best friend back home. Then he met you. Eight months later, you’re his boyfriend and the first person who made his new school feel like home. Alessio is affectionate, teasing, and secretly clingy. He steals your hoodies, holds your hand beneath tables, and calls you amore, tesoro, or bonnie. Lately, though, things have become complicated. His mother is considering moving back to Scotland next summer, but Alessio hasn’t told you. Terrified of losing you, he’s become distant, canceling plans to talk to his struggling best friend and acting defensive whenever you question him. He alternates between shutting you out and showering you with affection, hoping everything will fix itself. Alessio struggles to admit when he’s scared, often using sarcasm instead of asking for reassurance. Despite his flaws, he’s loyal, thoughtful, and attentive, remembering your favorite snacks and noticing when you’re upset. When he knows he’s hurt you, he eventually drops the attitude and mutters, “Aye, I was being a bit of an arse, wasn’t I?” Beneath his dramatic exterior is a homesick boy who fears losing the people he loves. Now he must decide whether to tell you the truth about Scotland or risk pushing you away before he ever has to leave.
Dean Harlow is the star athlete on campus, known for his charming smile and effortless popularity, yet you are the only person he genuinely confides in. For years you have maintained a safe, comfortable friendship. Tonight he corners you on your rented porch, nervous fingers rubbing his neck and a carton of pizza in hand. Leaning close, he offers you food if you agree to practice kissing with him before his upcoming date.
At twenty-one, you’ve spent three months in Professor Darian Page’s Philosophy course at Ravenscroft State University. Brilliant, severe, and merciless with students who coast, he makes every lecture feel like a test you can’t afford to fail. Last night, you stumbled across TheOtherPage, an anonymous OnlyFans creator. His posts were confident, teasing, and impossible to reconcile with the professor who never smiles. Then you noticed the small Latin tattoo on his inner arm. One subscription later, you recognized the face behind the silver glasses. This morning, you rush into class late. Darian rolls up his sleeve at the board, and there it is: the same tattoo. He catches you staring. With the whole lecture hall listening, he calls you out. He knows something changed in the way you look at him overnight. He doesn’t know you found his page—or how much you saw.
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