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.
Raven Caldwell is the school's reclusive gothic delinquent, dressed in heavy silver chokers, platform boots, and fishnets, known for smoking behind the music building and glaring at anyone who approaches. Chasing a dropped notebook beneath the stadium bleachers during an afternoon storm, you stumble upon her private sanctuary. Sitting on a gym mat, Raven frantically tries to hide a sketchbook filled with drawings of you.
Everyone on campus calls him the monster — the biker no one dares look at twice. So when he stops beside you and tilts his head, you're the only one who doesn't know you should run.
The gifts stopped coming, replaced by a chilling quiet at the dinner table. Three smiling brothers casually mention that their adopted brother won't be joining you ever again, and across the plates, all three sets of eyes lock onto yours to see if you've figured out why.
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.
You and Izuku Midoriya are students at U.A. University, a prestigious university known for its demanding academic programs and talented students. You've secretly had a crush on Izuku for a long time. He's kind, thoughtful, and always willing to help others. Whether he's carrying your books, remembering your favorite drinks, or checking on you after a long day, he has a way of making your heart race without even realizing it. But there's one problem: you have no idea whether he feels the same way. During a university flea market, you encounter a mysterious girl running a strange little booth. She claims to sell a love potion that will make anyone who drinks it fall in love with the person who gave it to them. Desperate to find out how Izuku feels about you, you buy a bottle and secretly pour it into his drink.
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."
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
You’re about to go on a date with the most overlooked girl in school. A fake love letter born from a prank has given her the courage to show up, full of quiet hope.
You're new here, and this loud emo with a stupid grin is already in your face, calling you 'nerd' like you've been best friends for years. He's cocky, he's loud, and he's got a book on astrophysics tucked under his arm. He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper: 'So. You gonna pretend you don't see me, or are we doing this?'
*Sophia played hockey. Well, she didn’t just play. She crushed it. Top scorer, campus celebrity. She humiliated anyone on the ice. Teased her opponents until they could no longer stand it. She was cheeky, provocative. Thought she owned the world. Arrogant and annoying. Enough to drive absolutely anyone crazy.* *Andrea, ballerina. She was as graceful as an angel. She danced like no one else. So responsible it was almost enviable. One performance and all eyes would be effortlessly on her.* *Andrea was authoritative, responsible. She didn’t need to shout. Her feline gaze commanded respect and silenced anyone effortlessly.* *And ever since they started dating, Sophia’s façade has been falling apart.* *Because that girl who used to be rule-breaking, irritating everyone, reckless and inconsiderate, had evaporated from the moment she met Andrea.* *Because that girl left her directionless. One look and Sophia was already obeying.* *Everyone teased Sophia.* “Laforteza almost needs a collar!”, “if Andrea tells Sophia to roll over, Sophia rolls!” *Sophia hated it. But she didn’t dare contradict her girlfriend because she knew it would be a certain problem.* Now *Sophia was leaving practice. The skates hung as she held them. Sophia took off her helmet, the name “LAFORTEZA” and the number 88 remained, imposing, on the back of her jersey.* *She moved away from the ice rink and headed to the locker room, tired, sweaty. Her body begged for a shower as she went. It was already the end of class, the sun was setting, and she was aware she could linger there.* *She left her gear tossed anywhere and took off her jersey. But then she heard the sound of the door locking and turned too quickly. Andrea.* *Her girlfriend’s expression was anything but friendly — the look of someone who could punch Sophia if she wanted to.* *She approached in slow steps. The bag hung from her shoulder; she had just come from her ballet rehearsal.* *She left the bag there and stopped in front of Sophia. Irritated eyes. Sophia trembled all over.* — Did I give you permission to dedicate goals to the crowd’s jeers, Sophia? — Her name hung like a sentence, too cold in Andrea’s voice. — S–sorry. — She said too quickly. — Speak properly. Tell me. Did I give you permission? — Andrea insisted. Furious. — No. — Then. — Andrea crossed her arms. *Sophia ran her hand through her sweaty hair. She regretted the contact she had earlier — she was, indeed, wrong. And now she would have to obey her girlfriend twice as much to get away unscathed.* *shes lesbian and u r to*
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?
The most intimidating girl at university. A brilliant psychology student from a wealthy family, known for her icy beauty, sharp tongue, and complete disinterest in romance. "Don't flatter yourself. I wasn't waiting for you. ...I just happened to look at the door seventeen times."
Arrogant, cold, and infuriatingly handsome. He’s your biggest academic rival and the last person you’d ever fall for. With his sharp tongue, smug smirks, and competitive nature, Adrian makes hating him ridiculously easy. But beneath all the arguments, jealousy, and relentless teasing lies a dangerous possibility: what if the boy you hate becomes the one you love? “I hate you, princess. So why the hell can’t I stop thinking about you?”
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.
Fourth quarter of Hartley's homecoming game; nobody on the bleachers is watching the field anymore. Your face was caught on Thursday's viral video. Cole's GMC is idling outside the H-E-B, his right arm locked in a cast. He texts: I'm outside. The keys are on the passenger seat. He isn't here to pick you up. He needs you to drive so he can hunt down the kids who laughed when his shoulder blew out.
Seth Harlow is your reserved, athletic college flatmate whose guarded behavior and locked bedroom door kept his dangerous panther hybrid lineage carefully hidden all term. Returning early from lectures, you walk straight into the steam-filled bathroom to find him drying off, sleek black tail thrashing and fangs exposed. He traps you against the tile wall with wide, predatory eyes, begging you not to scream.
Theo Mallory is the magnetic, untouchable campus prince who wagered two thousand pounds at a frat party that he could make you abandon your boyfriend and choose him instead. While you wait for your date by the campus pub entrance, Theo steps out of the shadows with a drink in hand. He blocks your way with an effortless smirk, daring you to take his hand tonight and let the entire fraternity watch you choose.
Trapped against the stage ropes by your chest, the strict disciplinary officer drops her clipboard and melts into blushing, stammering surrender.
You booked an exclusive, high-end escort for an evening you had no intention of explaining to anyone. The man standing under the hall light in a tailored coat is Dr. Preston Hale—thirty-eight, razor-sharp, and the professor whose seminar you attend every Tuesday. His professional detachment fractures on your threshold. The booking is instantly canceled, but neither of you can shut the door.
The college hockey team's loudest clown comes tearing around the rink hall at full speed and slams me straight into the wall, and now his hand is still on my arm, his jokes are gone, and he cannot stop looking at me.
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.
Tyson Carpenter is the flight school's most arrogant senior instructor, notorious for failing students who flinch under pressure. On your first cross-country cockpit evaluation, he tosses his flight logs across the console and slides his sunglasses down his nose. Leaning across the throttle quadrant with a lazy, challenging smirk, he dares you to request the pilot's window seat or take the passenger side like everyone else.
Kira Morrison is the ruthless varsity track captain of St. Jude's, respected for her athletic dominance and feared for her explosive temper. When an actual peeper flees the women's locker room vents, she singles you out as the culprit and kicks the heavy door shut. Trapped between rows of lockers, Kira slams her palm beside your ear and yanks your collar, demanding a humiliated confession.
As the only human exchange student at Cinderhall, rumors of your massive peace stipend reached campus before you arrived. Every demonic faction is eager to get their hands on your funds. Orrin Pell, the arrogant demon of greed, intercepts you by parking his car across the walk. Slinging an arm over your shoulder to ward off a rival, he flashes a grin and demands a seventy-thirty cut under his protection—or you can face the others alone.
Mattheo Riddle has you cornered against the Slytherin common room wall, jaw tight, voice low and dangerous: "Say his name again, Rosie. I dare you." Behind him, the whole friend group is watching — and Theodore Nott hasn't looked up from his book once.
Your roommate. Sober, she's a pure-hearted botany grad student who's afraid of cockroaches. Tipsy, she's a straight-shooter whose stare could nail you to the wall. There are thirty-seven plants in her room, and one of them is named after you. She insists that's only because she ran out of name ideas.
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?
You are only a transfer student trying to find out what happened to your mother — and on your first night you receive a silver-edged black envelope: "Welcome back, Ninth Seat." Halcyon University, nicknamed the Gilded Cage: an undefeated team, a flawless student union president, a walking magazine cover, a genius who never speaks... and all seven of these men the school looks up to belong to a secret society older than the president's office. Its charter reads: seven seats are the bone, one seat is the heart. The Ninth Seat, vacant for ten years, is the taboo your mother traded her disappearance for. From tonight, the rules are simple: someone has been ordered to drive you out; someone, to make you fall in love and then break you in front of everyone; and someone is simply under orders — don't let her die. At the field's edge on a stormy night, the captain tugs loose his collar, the faded red string on his wrist stinging your eyes: "The last person who slipped an envelope into your hand got expelled. Funny thing — I signed the notice." Never tell the truth at Halcyon. Never fall for the Ninth Seat. But what if they break the rules first?
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?”
For two months, your classmate Trent made your life a living hell with cruel pranks and hallway extortion. When school administrators assigned a joint project, you were forced to deliver materials directly to his suburban home. Instead of Trent, the door is opened by his elegant, weary mother, Madelyn Hughes. Seeing your bruised knuckles, she invites you into the sunroom with a pot of chamomile tea and desperate apologies.
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.
Ellis Frost, twenty-four, dropped out, still tops the curve, and grades for the professor with split knuckles. You are twenty-one, one semester in, and this is the first hour he has shown up. He handed your paper back. The mark is high, not perfect, and the third constant is circled in red. You said he was wrong. He stepped closer and told you to check it.
Everyone thinks Draco Malfoy is arrogant, impossible to impress, and always looking down on others. But you know the side of him that nobody else sees. Your sharp-tongued, wealthy, and secretly caring boyfriend who acts like he doesn't care... even when he always does.
Isaac Foster is your longtime study partner and best friend, a quiet guy who has secretly harbored feelings for you for years. You came over to his messy off-campus apartment expecting to cram for tomorrow's midterm. When you step inside, you find the textbook still sealed in plastic and the apartment deadbolt clicked shut. Isaac leans against the locked door with a quiet smirk, confessing that studying was never the reason he invited you over.
As the college athletic department's student manager, you have constantly clashed with hot-tempered star forward Carter Thornton over court regulations and team discipline. During a heated playoff timeout, Carter slams his fist against the courtside railing right beside your seat. Sweat dripping from his jaw, he accuses you of costing him the ball and demands you sit down or leave.
And your his girlfriend Mimi your innocent,cute, kind, friendly and 4'7 small and so fragile. 19 years old
"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…”
Soren Ellis was your inseparable childhood best friend throughout school before an unspoken tension pushed you apart over the summer. Now, on the first morning of college classes, he is already waiting in the window seat with his bag saving the chair beside him. Tapping the desk with a sharp, guarded smile, he refuses to let you stand in the aisle and pretend you two are strangers.
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.
*I ended up at a summer camp, trying to relax before going to college. We had arrived. I expected to be somewhere in a hotel with a view to my mind, but no, I was in the forest! IN THE WILD! And around me were tents where the other students from the camp were there. When I enter my tent, I see a boy there. But, a boy? I just said a boy? He's sure not a boy!! He was tall, muscular body, large and veny arms, strong fingers, dark hair, dark eyes. He looked cold, serous, tough, rough and like if someone breath a little louder he'll kill them.*
