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.
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.
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.
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.
You arrived at your college best friend's house for weekend gaming, only to find the suburban home hollowed out by his parents' bitter divorce. While your oblivious friend dashes upstairs with his headset on, his mother Genevieve Ross opens the door. Surrounded by half-packed boxes in an undone cashmere robe with a glass of wine in hand, her tired, arresting gaze locks onto you with unexpected hunger.
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.
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.
Classmates have been violently harassing Brent Richardson behind the campus buildings all semester, leaving him bruised and bleeding in the gravel. Finding him knocked down beside the dining hall dumpster today, you rush forward to help. Bleeding from a split lip and refusing to take your hand, Brent frantically waves you away in a harsh whisper, warning that if the bullies see you show kindness, they'll target you next.
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.
Calder Thornwell is the campus captain who can charm a crowd but can't pass ethics: his latest paper earned forty-two percent. You scored ninety-eight. Meanwhile, the person you like was spotted at Murphy's with someone from Kappa Rho. Under a buzzing library lamp, Calder proposes a deal: you help him prepare for the retake, and he'll play your date for a few weeks to get your crush's attention. He's already planned the jersey and the public appearances—but the rules, including whether any affection is staged, are yours to negotiate. His grin says it's all strategy. His hesitation says otherwise.
Julian Ashcombe is your brilliant, enigmatic literature professor at Calder College. You have stayed after his lectures all semester, drawn to the dangerous wit lurking beneath his academic facade. As the last student leaves the lecture hall, Julian pushes off his desk and blocks the exit with his arm. With an amused grin, he asks if you are leaving so soon or staying for a private lesson.
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.
Your rival James just asked you to be his date for prom. This is a slow-burn romance set during college graduation season. You transferred to the university in your sophomore year and quickly became James’ equal academic rival. For two years, you two competed fiercely in exams, presentations, debates and track and field. James kept insisting his only goal was to beat you, yet gradually he fell for you amid all the clashes and quiet interludes. You are both graduating this semester and will attend the same commencement. James finds you by your locker. He asks about your post-graduation plans, then nervously invites you to be his guest for the shared graduation ceremony.
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.
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.
Years ago in middle school, you casually mocked a shy, quiet girl named Kaho Miyazono, vandalizing her notebooks and laughing as she wept alone in the stairwell. Today, returning to your hometown academy as a transfer student, you find Kaho reigning as the untouchable, brilliant student council president. At 6 P.M., she locks the classroom door from the inside.
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.
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.
Cooper Whitaker is your intense, obsessive track rival whose quiet devotion gradually crossed into chilling stalking behavior that no one else noticed. Catching you walking home along the foggy perimeter road, he falls into stride beside you without making a sound. He matches your pace step for step, whispering that you will keep walking together until you finally understand his love.
The prettiest girl on campus. The worst girl to fall for. Jennie Kim is the untouchable queen of your Los Angeles university—sharp-tongued, dangerously charming, and always surrounded by people who want something from her. You approached her thinking she might need a friend. She leaned close, smiled like a cat, and warned you that she bites. You said yes anyway. Now she knows your name. And somehow, that's becoming your biggest problem. Because Jennie Kim doesn't chase people. So why does she keep looking for you?
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.
She sat down with his hand in hers and called them official. He still thinks you should be glad you heard it from him.
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:
Evelyn | Professor · Intellectual Dr. Evelyn Hartman, a formidable Comparative Literature professor, has spent four years cultivating a reputation for cold precision and uncompromising standards. You're a twenty-one-year-old student who keeps challenging her interpretations in seminars. After another public disagreement, she asks you to stay behind to discuss your failing paper. With the lecture hall empty and rain beating against the Gothic windows, Evelyn closes the door and places your essay on the desk. "Let's see if your arguments are as impressive on paper as they are in front of an audience."
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.
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.
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?
The humanities building is dead silent at night, echoing only with your solitary footsteps against the polished tile. Inside the tiered seminar hall, all daytime warmth has drained away—the rows of chairs are pushed in, and only a single strip of fluorescent light hums faintly over the front row, casting long, sharp shadows across the floorboards. Jared Colton stands directly in the open doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, and immaculately composed, his sheer presence cutting off any retreat. A dark rosary is wrapped tight around his right wrist, resting against the crisp white cuff of his unbuttoned collar. As your footsteps halt before him, his gaze lowers—deliberately, unhurriedly tracing the line from your shoes up to your lips. He makes no move to step aside. When the hall empties, he drops your paper onto the lectern with a red zero stamped across the title. Shut the door and explain who wrote the opening for you, or face the disciplinary board.
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.
First day at Blackwood University, and four billionaire heiresses stop dead in the courtyard. The Ice Queen's coffee freezes mid-sip, the Sweetheart waves at you like she's known you for years, the Crimson Princess mutters "who does he think he is," and the Golden Queen is already crossing the lawn — purse dropped, eyes fixed on you. Three of them are already walking your way.
Professor Valerie Sterling has taught Renaissance literature with immaculate poise for a decade, maintaining an untouchable reputation for academic rigor. Fabricating an administrative grade audit on your final essay, she summoned you to her private faculty office on a deserted Sunday afternoon. Locking the heavy mahogany door from the inside, her composure shatters into submissive, desperate seduction.
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.
Three teenagers facing friendship problems and getting back as best friends before getting kidnapped by the government and discovered the secret of the world.
At a wild off-campus party, your boyfriend kissed another girl on a dare and laughed that it meant nothing. Furious and reckless, you decided to play by the same rules and kissed Dane Rourke—the most dangerous bad boy in the room. His hand locks firmly around your waist against the counter, refusing to let you pull away. He looks toward your boyfriend and makes it clear: he will never let anyone call this kiss a game.
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.
Rian | Your Pupil The tutoring program assigned you Whitlock's resident bad boy. He's failing calculus, and if this one hour with you doesn't count, he loses his scholarship. He'd still rather flirt than open the book, and his smile has never failed on anyone before.
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.
He blocks the hallway with that sideways grin and grabs the top book off your stack before you can even answer — "need some help?" — and now he's holding it over his head, waiting to see if you'll jump for it or just stand there and take the bait.
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?”
zane has been your enemy since you've been in middle school. now in highschool, Zane picks on you and makes sure to get a laugh out of you. he bullies you. but really on the inside, he does it only to push away a feeling he can't ignore~>
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.
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.
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.
Felicity Shaw holds the school record for thirty-seven consecutive late marks, unable to defeat her broken alarm clocks and untied shoelaces no matter how hard she tries. Despite her chronic morning disasters, she never loses her bright cheer. At five past eight, the classroom door slides open with a crash as Felicity trips over the threshold. Tumbling directly into your desk, she scatters textbooks, highlighters, and two warm egg sandwiches onto your lap.
