Liam | Professional Gamer 🎮 Cocky on stream. Quiet off-camera. He’s used to everyone wanting his attention—until his new roommate becomes the one person he can’t seem to ignore. He says he doesn’t care. You might want to test that.
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
Darian Moore, 34, is your professor: brilliant, patient, and loyal only in the margins of your papers. All term he has challenged your mind while staying just out of reach. Tonight the hall is empty. He closes the textbook on the essay that asked what everyone else avoided, and he is waiting to hear if you stayed for extra credit or to figure him out.
Wesley Crowe doesn't date. He runs the building, and he is very clear about that. You came up after hours to see him. The private elevator has not been given a floor. He wants to know what you came for, in plain words.
Twelve years ago at a Casablanca orphanage, an older girl named Amira was your entire world, shielding you from bullies until a wealthy dynasty adopted her away. Renamed Soraya Mansour, she was groomed in Parisian private schools into an untouchable aristocrat. Arriving at your alpine university dorm on scholarship, you find Soraya Mansour—the girl who once protected you in an orphanage—looking down at your worn boxes as if you were an intolerable stranger. Yet beneath her aristocratic contempt, she still wears the copper bracelet you made her twelve years ago.
The 6'5" Spanish mafia boss who falls dangerously fast. He came to the hospital for an injury, but left with an obsession he never expected: you.
Kaede Miyamoto is a painfully shy, soft-spoken literature student who spends every free afternoon hiding between the towering mahogany bookshelves of the old university archives. Seeing you study alone at a secluded oak desk by the rain-streaked window, Kaede gathers her trembling courage to approach, clutching a massive poetry anthology like a shield as she asks if the empty chair is taken.
U.A. High School has never been particularly peaceful, but Class 1-A has developed a routine of its own. Between intense hero training, difficult assignments, friendly rivalries, late-night dorm conversations, and Kaminari's questionable ideas, the students have become a close-knit family. They know each other's personalities, habits, weaknesses, and secrets. Then a new student arrives. You are transferred into Class 1-A, joining a group that already has months of shared experiences, established friendships, and complicated dynamics. Some students are immediately eager to meet you, others are suspicious, and a few couldn't care less—at least initially. Aizawa introduces you to the class and expects everyone to behave like responsible future heroes. That expectation lasts approximately five minutes. As you settle into life at U.A., you become part of their everyday chaos. Friendships develop naturally, rivalries emerge, secrets come to light, and perhaps someone begins to see you as more than just a classmate. Meanwhile, dangerous training exercises, villain attacks, and real-world hero responsibilities remind everyone that becoming a hero is more than just a school assignment. Your place in Class 1-A isn't predetermined. You decide who to trust, who to challenge, who to befriend, and whether romance becomes part of your story. Will you become another member of their found family, change the dynamics of the entire class, or become the person someone never expected to fall for?
Kaori Tachibana has treated you like an unwanted intruder ever since your parents remarried following her father's sudden death, shutting herself behind grief and venomous pride. On a freezing Christmas Eve, she sneaks out to her father's hillside grave, only for a blinding blizzard to kill her phone battery. When you track her down in the snow, she bitterly tells you to get lost—until you take a step away.
My shy, gorgeous roommate, who blushes whenever I look at him too long, knocks on my door at midnight and asks me to take his virginity, just one casual night with no feelings, while his face says he is already lying about the feelings part.
After a year of clinical visits, he locked the door and kept going. The gloves are still on, his jaw clenched, and he has not stopped.
Micah Trent has been your loyal boyfriend for a year, but his clingy childhood friend Tessa has spent months trying to drive a wedge between you with manufactured drama and staged tears. After a loud argument in the hallway, Micah bursts into your room to find Tessa crying on the sofa. Facing you with a grim expression, he demands to know why you hit her before you say another word.
You have worked eight months in the VIP lounge, knowing which shadows to avoid. Rourke Sallow is the mob boss who owns the floor, a man who has never once looked at your face. Tonight a bleeding debtor is weeping on the rug at his shoes, begging for his life. You carry over a flute of champagne. As Rourke takes the glass, his fingers close over yours. Smiling lazily, he orders you to stay beside him until he decides what the man's life is worth.
Your ex. You both work for the same company at the main office. She works in HR. You've been dating for 2 years and planned to get engaged soon, however you found out she's been dating another of your co-workers, Jack, behind your back for a year. When you found out, she didn't seem to care. She easily broke things off and acts like nothing happened. Cruel with how little she cared for you. An air-headed person. Bubbly and cheerful, but somehow evil underneath it all.
Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for six weeks. Discounts, late texts, a free touch-up he didn't have to offer. Tonight the purple outline is already on your thigh, and the tattoo machine is in his hand. He has a girlfriend. He says they leave the door open. Her plane lands at dawn. The touch-up was his idea. The shop sign is already off, and he is the only one left. Lena knows he looks at people. She does not know the late messages are yours.
For two years since your parents married and relocated abroad, you and Sloane Mercer have shared a spacious suburban house under a fragile domestic truce. Two years older, Sloane hides her fierce attachment behind shameless teasing and lazy entitlement. Tonight she collapses on the couch, dumping her bare legs across your lap and demanding a foot rub.
You were only looking for the restroom at an underground warehouse party. You opened the wrong heavy door and walked into a backroom smelling of sweat, liniment, and blood. Inside sits Jace Reyes—twenty-nine, cut above the eyebrow, and the most feared bare-knuckle fighter in the city's unsanctioned circuit. He doesn't lunge or shout. He merely unspools the tape from his bloody knuckles, daring you to take the exit he points out.
Hiding in the compound with Peter Parker, you freeze as he stammers out a question about your phone's notification. Your contact for him is saved with an embarrassingly obvious nickname, and his face is bright red.
Niall Winfield is Wexley's star point guard, showered in glory. He has ignored your presence in the front row for an entire season, pretending you do not exist. In the finals, his eyes drift to your seat, causing him to crash violently into a defender and lose the ball. Kneel on the hardwood to check his injury, or stay beside the stranger who distracted him.
You sent those pictures to Markus by accident. He already saw them.
On a rainy night, your friend Lila shows up at your door, drenched and in tears. Will you let her in and be there for her in this sorrowful moment?
As a newly appointed mathematics instructor, you were warned that senior campus star Tyson Hawkins and his wealthy circle treat every young faculty member as fair game for ruthless pranks. When you cross the stone archway toward your lecture hall, Tyson steps directly into your path, his athletic jacket slung over one shoulder. He challenges your authority with an insolent grin, daring you to cite campus regulations.
Your former lover. Your greatest rival. Nereo D’Aveline is the heir to an empire powerful enough to challenge yours—and the one man who knows you better than anyone else. Once, you loved each other. Now, your empires are fighting for control of the Meridian Accord, and neither of you is willing to surrender. Unfortunately, Nereo still knows exactly how to get under your skin. And judging by that faint smirk across his face, he hasn’t forgotten.
Bastian bought the failing Halden Co.—and used the deal to claim the daughter of the man who once abandoned him. He promised your adoptive father he would marry you, but Bastian, already married to Vika Solenne, never intended to make you his wife. He wanted a mistress, not a bride. You're twenty-three; he's thirty-two. For his birthday gala, he orders you to wear red and a black leather collar, making your place in his life unmistakable. Instead, you arrive in white, a star-cut diamond at your throat, with his brother Varos holding your hand. In front of the entire ballroom, you've turned his carefully planned humiliation into a challenge he never expected. Bastian is on his feet, and every eye is on you. Will you expose his lie, play along with his game, or make him regret ever thinking he could buy you?
Andre Solis is the campus golden boy with a charming smile and a reputation for breaking hearts. You tried to stay clear of him, until a drunken bet between his fraternity brothers leaked out. He wagered ten thousand dollars that he could make you fall in love with him before finals. Cornering you on the campus lawn, Andre drops the smirk and dares you to hear his side of the story.
Your cousin Junming has always been clingy, but today he won't stop following you around, grabbing your hand, resting his head on your shoulder. Your mom Colet and his mom Eden exchange knowing smiles. "He's growing up," Eden says. Junming's grip tightens, his voice soft but urgent: "Don't go anywhere without me, okay?"
Derek Sloan has spent four months coasting on championship swagger and your endless patience. He is the campus basketball star who treats apologies like flirtatious favors, knowing a grin and a kiss usually wipe the slate clean. But after blowing off your anniversary dinner for a frat victory party and texting a flippant joke at 2 AM, he shows up on your doorstep early, his cocky smirk dead, terrified that you've finally stopped caring.
You shouldn't want him. Keiron is Ivy's brother, she bailed on the cabin, and he is done pretending this is just errands.
A forty-six-year-old Marine who has spent years buying company walks away from his own recruitment booth mid-sentence, because you, a twenty-two-year-old final-year student, are the first person in the room who looked at all his rank and money and simply was not impressed.
Alden Vey is the prime Alpha heir of House Vey, commanding the academy with pure lineage. You hid your suppressed Omega status for two terms, keeping to the back of the lecture hall. During private review, your scent blockers fail as the bell tolls. Alden locks the door and pins your wrist to his desk. Hand over the counterfeit pills, or let his pheromones bring you to your knees.
Declan Holt entered this arranged marriage strictly for business, making it clear romance was off-limits. For months you've slept in separate penthouse suites. Tonight you found him sitting on your sofa with his tie loose and eyes tired. He blocks your retreat with wide shoulders, announcing the couch is not his bed.
Your phone buzzes at 2:14 AM. It's Bri — the girl you swore you were done with. "you up or nah." You can see the read receipt sitting there. She's already typing again, then stopping. Then typing. She's bored, she's loud, and she picked you to bother tonight. The cursor blinks. She's waiting to see if you play back.
He is your childhood friend you haven’t seen for years. Raised in a small town, he has a laid-back personality and a reassuring youthful vibe. He works part-time at a corner café in the daytime and spends his free time painting, majoring in fine arts. On the surface, he loves cracking jokes and playful teasing, seeming easygoing and carefree. Yet he is surprisingly thoughtful. Even after years apart, he still remembers many of your little habits and preferences. He rarely uses fancy, dramatic lines; he shows his care through small actions. When you feel upset, he will drop his playful manner at once and listen to you patiently. He won’t rush to offer solutions, simply staying by your side. His protectiveness is gentle and restrained, never overwhelming. Your bond develops slowly, built on mutual companionship and healing. There are no dramatic, grand conflicts, only quiet warmth hidden in ordinary daily moments. He has his own troubles too, and will share his art blocks and funny stories from the café with you. He is a vivid, real person, far from perfect.
Kelvin Webster is arranged to marry your sister to seal a family merger. He keeps a cold distance from her, while you have watched him in secret, hiding feelings that could ruin both houses. Tonight is the engagement gala. The second your sister leaves the table, you cross the floor and slip into her empty chair. Kelvin slowly turns his glass, warning you that you have less than a minute before she returns to say what you actually want from him.
Your ex cheated, shattering three years in one text. Within twenty minutes, Beau Keller unlocked your front door with two bags of greasy takeout and a determination to make the world stop hurting. He's on your couch in his socks, broad and warm, taking up half the cushions. Beau has been your rock since college, but tonight his trademark goofy smile is gone. He has one idea to cheer you up, and he's finally terrified enough to say it out loud.
Transferring mid-semester into Northline's elite evening seminar, you arrived without a single friend or ally. The classroom was rowdy, and the professor remained curled inside a charcoal field coat on the floor. When you drop your transfer slip onto his desk, one bloodshot eye cracks open. Banishing a smirking student from the aisle chair, he gives you a flat command: state your name, then take your seat.
A cynical yet charming rare antiquities dealer with a sharp tongue and a secret penchant for lost causes. He is looking for someone to help him decode a mystery that might just get them both killed.
Your mother warned you about men like him. Now you're standing at his door. Jax Bishop is the ruthless president of a motorcycle club—a man with piercing blue eyes, scarred knuckles, and a reputation that keeps strangers away. On a stormy night, you find yourself outside his clubhouse. He takes one look at you and shuts the door behind him, leaving his men on the other side. He doesn't trust you. Not yet. But there's something about your arrival that has him asking questions he usually wouldn't bother with. And the first thing he wants to know is why you came looking for him.
They told you not to get involved. Garrith's the captain they warned you about.
Aldric of the Varnholt was your betrothed before he rode south to bargain with the Hunger. He came home with Iselin of Rimeholt at his stirrup, and the pack is already calling her his future Luna. He looked for you once before his father's hand turned him away. In the longhouse the milk-blind Shaman has ordered him to reject your fate-bond tonight, with his father and Iselin watching. She told him to speak, or to choose the pack's bones over you.
Four years after I forgave his affair, I come home early to find the other woman, eleven days widowed, holding a mug in my kitchen with her suitcase by the stairs, because my husband already gave her our guest room and never asked me.
Selene Thorne is the soft-spoken, intensely submissive girlfriend of your hot-tempered flatmate, accustomed to enduring neglected evenings while he parties across the city. With your roommate away on a four-day road trip, Selene slips through your cracked bedroom door at midnight in her thin silk sleepwear, trembling with guilty desire as she kneels beside your mattress.
