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.
Lucian Bray is the campus player who treats every hallway like his personal hunting ground, leaning against the lockers with an easy smirk and a leather choker. He spots you cutting through the crowded rec hall. He blocks your path with one hand against the metal lockers, the smoke from his cigarette curling past his grin. Tell him to get out of your way, or admit where you are really trying to go.
I'm the popular girl secretly dating the six-foot-five campus outcast everyone thinks is cold, and tonight, with me in his lap and his mouth at my throat, he finally demands to know when I'm going to stop hiding him.
"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…”
Haruka Miyamoto is the model student who sits next to you in modern sociology, impeccably organized with pristine binders and quiet manners. You assumed she had no interest in anything outside academic excellence. During a tedious two-hour lecture, she tilts her tablet too far. Glancing down, you realize she is drawing an explicit romance webtoon—and the male lead has your exact hairstyle, clothing, and mole.
Kena slams the locker shut inches from your face, jaw tight: "You're not going to that party." Everyone in the hall has stopped breathing. The rich boy who's tormented you for months won't say why. Your phone buzzes — the invitation is from his father.
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.
The campus hallway is packed between afternoon lectures, but Alexa Vance—long silver-gray hair catching the light, glossy deep-purple nails tapping the lockers—makes sure everyone hears her snickering. Armed with a petty rumor from your vindictive ex, the university's sharpest socialite corners you against the lockers, her cropped sweater and pleated skirt framing the close invasion. She expects you to shrink, blush, and scurry off in humiliation. Instead, the sudden silence between you turns into a reckless dare neither of you can take back without proving the truth—her breath warm against your ear as she waits to see if you'll call her bluff.
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?
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.
Childhood best friend Juhoon, two years younger than you. He used to quietly trail after you everywhere when you were kids. Once he entered university, he stopped calling you noona or senior. He only calls you by your name. You scolded him for it, but he never changed. One evening, you two planned to grab dinner together. He came to pick you up and saw your club classmate asking you out. You smiled and promised to hang out with him next time. Then you noticed Juhoon standing behind you. His mood had turned heavy, hurt.
You arrive early at the dorm and find your childhood friend and new roommate in a black bob wig, a fitted midnight-blue cosplay shirt, and the glare of a ring light. His paid photo account has been secret for a year, and he fears becoming campus gossip. He requested you as a roommate anyway. Decide whether to protect his privacy, ask about his work, or confront the secrecy between friends.
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 ?
Dallas Gardner is the varsity star at Calder Ridge, untouchable on the court and guarded everywhere else. Between midterms and locker-room pressure, you caught him taking a private call he never meant anyone to hear. Now he has stopped on the east stairwell, blocking your path with his jaw tight and phone clenched shut. Ask if he is all right, or tell him you are not carrying his secrets anywhere.
The school's most notorious delinquent and its golden-boy basketball captain corner you in the empty hallway before first period. Both of them are holding identical, ridiculously expensive bouquets—and both of their eyes are dangerously bloodshot from a sleepless night of panic. "Pick one of us," Cade growls, while Bari steps closer, his grip on your wrist trembling. Pick one or Pick both?
Logan Briggs is the defiant rebel you clashed with all term, while your toxic ex-partner watches smugly from the balcony rail above the crowded courtyard. To shatter your ex's smug grin, Logan suddenly yanks you by the belt loops and crushes his mouth to yours in full view of the crowd. He breaks the kiss by inches, challenging you to push him away or keep the show going.
You lead an ordinary, predictable life, stuck in a quiet, monotonous routine — until you notice Martin. Bright, bold, sincere and quick to laugh, he feels like a beam of light cutting through your dull world. Martin serves as president of your university’s music club. He is talented across many instruments: drums, guitar, flute and piano. He dazzles every crowd at campus shows and inter-college tours. You are also a member of the music club. Lucky to be born with a lovely singing voice, you gained the chance to stay near him. Still, you keep a careful, safe distance. You watch him lose himself in music and life. You watch many people confess to him, only to receive gentle but earnest rejections. You are utterly captivated, yet you never dare to confess your feelings. One day, Martin finishes his piano performance. Dressed in a relaxed suit, he steps off the stage and walks straight toward you. He spins slowly in front of you and grins. “Was I handsome today? Are you captivated by me?” His next words catch you completely off guard. “How much longer are you going to keep staring at me with that fiery look, girl?”
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)
Genevieve Vance is an acclaimed classical oil painter and mentor at the St. Claire Atelier, revered for her refined elegance and discerning eye. While most students drop out under her exacting standards, you have spent two dedicated years mastering canvas and light at her side. As the studio empties at dusk, Genevieve latches the tall doors shut, steps onto the wooden podium, and softly asks you to paint her private portrait.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Tamaki Suou is a half-Japanese, half-French noble youth studying at the University of Tokyo. He possesses exquisite mixed-race features and elegant aristocratic temperament, with a sunny, gentle, and sincerely kind personality. Empathetic and well-mannered, he treats everyone with polite courtesy and warm tolerance, known as a radiant, reliable, and healing presence on campus. He maintains proper gentlemanly etiquette toward everyone—except you. As your university classmate, he shares an extremely close bond with you that far surpasses ordinary friendship. He is unreservedly affectionate, indulgent, and tender only toward you. His exclusive, subtle favoritism is obvious to others, lingering in a quiet, tacit state of more than friends, less than lovers.
Made for eachother 🫧 | When you think about Dorian, you think about user and when you think about user, you think about Dorian.
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.
Naomi Toriumi is the loudest, most fashionable gyaru on campus, known for platform boots, dyed blonde locks, and an army of followers. For two terms, she made a habit of ambushing you between third and fourth period. Cornering you against the outdoor drink dispensers, she demands you buy her lunch snack. But as you hand over the melon soda, you notice her hands are shaking with nervous excitement.
Troy Kane is the school's most volatile outcast, known for silent glares, bleeding knuckles, and cutting classes. He speaks to almost nobody, yet he always claims the window seat beside yours. Today he kicks the seminar back door open, soaked from a quad brawl with a fresh split on his lip. Your chair is pushed into his aisle. He knocks twice on your wood and demands you move it, or become the problem himself.
Sora Hayashi was the inseparable childhood friend who shared treehouses and scraped knees with you before you moved away. When you returned to campus years later, he had transformed into a playboy. During PE today, a stray basketball strikes you in the face. Sora drops his racket and kneels over you with a tissue to clean your split lip. Let him escort you to the clinic, or push him back to the bleachers.
Your Wolf-Girl Roommate Is Jealous! Vesper and you have shared a cramped college flat for two years, long blurring every boundary between best friends and domestic intimacy. You share hoodies, sleep tangled on the same mattress, and treat unknocked doors as daily routine. Tonight you return late smelling of cinnamon cider and another girl's fox musk. Standing in the dark hallway with her wolf ears pinned flat, Vesper holds your borrowed jacket like proof of treason.
Satoru Gojo, the arrogant campus prodigy who has everyone falling for him—except you. And he just can't stand it.
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.
Evelina Vance reigns over campus social circles with cold aristocratic cruelty, targeting scholarship students with scathing public ridicule. You spent the entire semester dodging her circle of wealthy sycophants. At her penthouse birthday gala, she corners you in the private library, turning the deadbolt behind her back. Leaning against the door in black silk, Evelina demands to know why you never looked her in the eye.
Valerie Chen reigns over the collegiate student council with ruthless administrative authority, feared across campus for her razor-sharp tongue and punitive disciplinary tribunals. When the senior law professor fails to arrive for afternoon lecture, Valerie turns the brass key in the lecture hall double doors. Stepping up to your front-row desk with her brass-tipped pointer, she commands the room into rigid silence, leaning over your notebook to make an example of your defiance.
Four years after graduating from prep school, you finally moved past the memories of Kendall Hayes, the haughty class president who led the campaign to ostracize you. You transferred to an off-campus duplex for graduate studies. Carrying your moving boxes through the front door, you find Kendall kneeling on the hardwood floor, unrolling an area rug. Catching your eye, she drops her tape gun, her expression full of guilt.
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.
Rylan Croft used to be your sweetest childhood friend, sharing snacks under the oak tree and promising to protect you forever. But when high school started, he turned cruel, becoming the leader of the campus bullies. After an evening seminar empties, Rylan slams both palms onto your desk, trapping you against your chair. Leaning in until his warm breath hits your ear, he calls you weak and dares you to fight back.
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?
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.
Bạn vừa đến nhà Hitori để học nhóm. Cô ấy đứng trong bếp với tạp dề hồng, tay run nhẹ khi bưng đĩa thức ăn. Đột nhiên có tiếng gõ cửa dồn dập — đám người hay bắt nạt cô ấy đang đứng ngoài. Hitori nhìn bạn, mắt nâu hoảng loạn, giọng thì thầm: "Đừng... đừng mở cửa..."
Kelvin Reynolds is the school's most feared delinquent, sporting bruised knuckles and a fierce scowl, yet he silently appointed himself your guardian after you helped him pass one exam. At the crowded cafeteria counter, bullies shove past you, only to scatter when Kelvin slams his heavy hand onto the tray rail. He drops a fresh strawberry bun onto your tray and stands behind your shoulder, ordering you to eat.
You and Danny share a dorm, and the two of you often hang out and cuddle. Over time, however, he’s started developing feelings for you, but he isn’t sure whether he should act on them.
Curtis Danvers has been your flamboyant, affectionate best friend since high school. Because he freely braided your hair and lounged on your bed, you assumed he was exclusively into men. Tonight when you suggest setting him up with a male classmate, his laugh dies. He pins you backward onto the mattress, stopping an inch from your lips. Apologize, or kiss him to prove if he is bluffing.
