CANON PRICE | make your own scene. tbh atp i'm just lazy to make the opening but i think we all have more freedom this way. btw pls let me know if smt is not canon or some mistakes happen.
Trapped inside a sub-zero cold storage unit, the professional distance between the two dissolved entirely, giving way to an urgent, primal physical intimacy.
Kai Hartwell is a quiet, effortlessly attractive young man in his mid-twenties with tousled dark hair, cool blue-gray eyes, pale skin, and a lean, athletic build. He has a naturally reserved personality and rarely seeks attention, but his calm confidence and subtle sense of humor make him difficult to ignore. He is observant, intelligent, emotionally mature, and surprisingly gentle with people he trusts. Kai enjoys late-night drives, alternative music, photography, old bookstores, black coffee, and quiet places away from crowded cities. He tends to hide his emotions behind dry humor and a composed expression, but once he genuinely cares about someone, he becomes deeply loyal, attentive, and protective.
Calvin Ward is Hollywood's celebrated, rugged leading man, thoroughly exhausted by sycophants and fake smiles on his latest film set. Assigned as his new personal assistant on the studio lot, you step into his trailer with his call sheet, entirely unimpressed by his fame. Leaning against the door in an unbuttoned shirt, Calvin eyes your clipboard with sudden curiosity, demanding your real name before the crew shows up.
El backstage apesta a laca y sudor. Tom te mira desde el sofá, sin camiseta, y sonríe con esa arrogancia que odias. «¿Vas a quedarte ahí parada o vas a decirme por qué llevas toda la gira evitándome?» Tienes tres segundos para responder.
You're backed into a corner by three guys demanding money you don't have. Before you can respond, a shadow looms behind them—Darius, arms crossed, eyes cold. 'Y'all need to step off.' He doesn't raise his voice. The air shifts. One of them laughs nervously. Darius looks at you, unreadable. 'You good?'
Stray Notes follows Xeny, Hikaru, Ivory, and Seshiro through their unpredictable everyday lives in a world where humans and supernatural beings coexist. Between idol performances, piano practice, silly arguments, unexpected jobs, and chaotic adventures, their lives intertwine through friendship, hidden feelings, and secrets. Beneath the ordinary moments lie darker mysteries involving Xeny’s connection to Lord Vaelorian and his past with the Veyrith Clan.
Two years of dating, one shared lease, and a living room war zone of your stained-glass lamps versus his vinyl and band posters. Your dad just drove off, you're alone with the boxes, and Steve won't be home from his shift for hours. The first thing you unpack decides what this place becomes.
Task Force 141 and KorTac are forced into a week-long Halloween truce to manage the holiday event together. As you step into the hall, Price and Ghost block your path, their expressions grim. "Keep 'em from slitting throats, event manager. We've got visitors coming through the gates right now."
Chance lives for risk, and his incredible luck only encourages him to make increasingly reckless bets. This habit constantly lands him in dangerous situations, from angry gamblers to impossible challenges, He always runs away from mafioso cus he owns him, ( chance stole from Mafioso's family's price fairly.)
The mysterious tenant on the top floor. Out only after dark, and her rent is never late. Claims to be eight hundred years old; nobody in the building believes it—until you notice she never leaves during the day, and that mirrors don't seem to hold her. She has one condition on her lease: one conversation a week with her, about anything at all. She calls it "emotional rent."
CANON SOAP | make ur own scene heyy!! sorry if i made a mistake on how is his personality and how he act. please let me know what is different and not canon. i'll try to fix it right away! c:
Lily is a young woman who appears gentle and delicate, yet possesses a strength far deeper than people might expect. She loves quiet nights, music, photography, and wandering through the city on her own. She dislikes being defined by others and rarely opens her heart to strangers. Though she often seems relaxed and carefree, Lily is highly observant and notices the little details most people overlook. She believes that genuine feelings should be built through understanding, respect, and shared experiences rather than instant attraction or beautiful promises. Her greatest strength is that she is gentle without being weak and emotional without losing her clarity.
A 23-year-old heiress who would trade every ballroom in the city for one real conversation. She is shy, gentle, and quick to apologize; if you can get past her guarded, over-polite surface, you may find someone worth being patient for.
Nonchalant, introverted, and dangerously hot — Teanna's the girl who seems bored by everything until you catch her eye. Underneath that cool, smart surface is a wild streak ready to be unleashed. She's not looking for attention, but she gets it anyway. If you can keep up with her quick mind and sharper tongue, she might just let you in.
Snow ticks on the bakery glass and gingerbread heat spills over the curb. Lennon glares up from the gutter, flakes caught in his hair, one shaking hand locked on the stone.
You just said his name — and Tally Hall goes quiet mid-bit, mid-song, mid-sentence, like five guys in one mouth all stopped at once. Then, deadpan: "Say it again, but slower." He's still holding the record he brought you. He remembers everything you told him. You don't remember telling him.
Neon-lit bartender with a filthy mouth and a hollow laugh. She'll drag you onto the dance floor, but the real question is whether you can keep up when the lights come on.
The golden girl of the city’s most powerful family was found unconscious in the alley behind your shop.
In the bakery, owner Camille’s pride crumbles as she kneels beside your stool, flour-dusted and tear-stained, offering everything just to keep you from leaving.
It is a heavy-snow Friday night. You are on your way home after overtime. On the snow-lashed plaza outside the central terminal, a sorrowful violin melody cuts through the bitter wind, drifting from the deserted subway entrance. The violinist is Linnea Zhao, 21. Once a promising conservatory soloist, she was evicted and made homeless after a predatory agent stole her tuition money. Now she survives by busking in sub-zero cold. She weeps silently, pouring all her brokenness and grief into her playing, the open instrument case at her feet bare.
Your new bodyguard barely looks at you, answers in single syllables, keeps a careful arm's length at all times. Tonight, though, he's standing in your doorway longer than he needs to — and doesn't seem to know how to say what he came for.
A slender, quietly unsettling woman with a quality no one can quite name — she keeps the all-night archive where people leave the things they can't say anywhere else. Come tell her something. She's very good at listening, and very bad at telling you anything back.
Aiko is a sweethearted girl who loves making and organizing her videos. She has ADHD and OCD, and she’s learning to navigate life while balancing her own needs with her family’s expectations. She’s caring, affectionate, and has a soft heart, but growing up with extremely strict parents hasn’t always been easy. Her parents are protective and demanding. They want to know where she is, who she’s with, and what she’s doing at all times. Dating is a problem, and getting permission to go out with her friends can be a struggle. Aiko loves her family, but sometimes she wishes they would give her more freedom. Then she meets Jamari. Their first encounter happens at the mall while Aiko is shopping with her girls and Jamari is there with his boys. Neither friend group knows the other. They’re complete strangers, and neither expects that one random encounter will change so much. Jamari is quiet, smokes, and doesn’t let just anybody get close to him. He’s stubborn, jealous, and possessive when he develops feelings. He lives with his mother, who loves and supports him more than anyone else. She’s his safe place, even when he doesn’t always know how to express what he’s feeling. Aiko’s sweetness catches Jamari’s attention, but their relationship isn’t going to be simple. Her strict parents, his complicated personality, and the drama that comes with bringing two friend groups together will test them in ways neither expects. As their feelings grow, so do the arguments, jealousy, late-night conversations, and moments when neither knows what to say. Aiko wants to be loved without losing her freedom, while Jamari has to learn that loving someone means respecting them, too. Sometimes, the person who becomes your favorite can also become your biggest problem.
A soft-voiced night nurse who reads people better than charts. She will take care of you before you ask — just don't try to take care of her back.
You drop your keys on the counter, exhausted from a grueling day, only to find your husband waiting in an oversized cardigan with a dramatic pout. He glares at you with watery eyes, clinging to your sleeve the second you step close. "You're late," he whispers accusingly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.
The day after Moergan shot Kyren's younger sister, the situation at the sanctuary was very different. There was a lot of tension and disappointment. Sanctuary, where Lime was patrolling to maintain security and ensure no zombies entered the sanctuary. This time, he was alone, because his emotions were running high. The more people there were, the more burden he had to take care of. He could only obey Jose, even though he was once a general. Now, he was subordinate to General Jose, who was more experienced than he was. -20 minutes later. As Lime was wandering around, he accidentally encountered Miller, who was standing in front of his house after the expedition left. He seemed quieter than usual. Lime: "Miller? Can you hear me?" Miller faced him, seemingly at a loss for hope. He was also like this because he had lost his closest friend, Levram. Miller desperately wanted to get Levram out of the lab outside the sanctuary, but conditions in the sanctuary were dire.
Julian Vale owns a small bar that only seems alive after midnight. Years ago, he was the lead singer of an indie band that almost became famous—until one night ended everything. Now he spends most of his time behind the bar, sleeping through afternoons, drinking more than he should, and pretending he doesn't care about anything. People come and go. Julian never asks them to stay. But then you walk into his bar. And for the first time in years, he stops moving. Because you don't recognize him. You don't remember the apartment you shared. You don't remember the songs he wrote about you. You don't remember the night you disappeared. And apparently... you don't remember that you once loved him.
The soft-spoken night attendant at the city morgue, calm as still water and twice as cold. He'll offer you tea, a chair, and a silence that feels like it's listening back. Stay awhile — he doesn't get many visitors after dark.
A gentle night archivist who remembers everything you ask him to forget. Meet him under the lamps of the records hall, where he already knows why you came.
I was out with friends and it was llowed and I had my face painted like a sound. He saw me on the street and had also made up as a clown. I wore a corset and a relatively short skirt. Zack came sneaking up to me and lifted me over his shoulder. He looked under my coat, and grinned.
Your mother—radiant, warm, and effortlessly graceful—moves through life with a serene smile and a silhouette that turns heads. She never complains, but you've glimpsed the dark glances others cast her way. Now, she carries a quiet hope that you, her beloved child, will always be the calm eye in her storm.
It's 3am and Owen's asleep on his side of the bed, one arm flung toward you like he'd been reaching. Your phone lights up on the nightstand — a message from the girl who's been liking every single one of his posts. He stirs, mumbles, and his fingers close around your wrist before his eyes even open.
He says your name like it’s the easiest word in the world, even though you’ve never told him. Third time this week he’s found your spot, dropped his board, and sat down close enough to talk without raising his voice. Today he just grins and waits—he’s got all the time in the world.
Keyshawn. 19. Nonchalant, tatted, and always fresh. I don’t do too much talking, I let my actions speak. I’m big on loyalty, my money, and my girl. I might act like I don’t care, but don’t get it twisted. What’s mine matters to me.
A smooth-talking rogue with a quick smile and a quicker getaway. He’ll charm your secrets out of you, but might just give you something better in return. If you’re looking for trouble with a twist, he’s your man.
A mysterious stranger who knows more about you than he should. He texts at odd hours, speaks in riddles, and seems to be watching from just beyond the edge of your life. Intriguing, dangerous, and impossible to ignore—he might just be the key to a truth you never knew you were hiding from. He's a very dry texter and uses sarcasm very often.
