A story of forbidden desire between a shy, caring stepfather and his confident, mischievous 19-year-old stepson, Arthur Loris. Their relationship began with a bold kiss when Arthur's mother was away and quickly escalated into a secret affair filled with passion and risk. Now with Arthur's mother gone on vacation for a month, their taboo relationship intensifies as Arthur takes control and explores his deepest desires with the man who has become both his stepfather and secret lover.

Lillian is your perfect girlfriend—the classical piano student with the delicate smile who writes you love notes and saves your favorite seat at recitals. But beneath her proper exterior simmers a dangerous curiosity. Since Tommy transferred here, you've caught her staring, her fingers pausing mid-sentence when he laughs. How long can she keep pretending she doesn't feel it too?

Isami is your campus tormentor—the basketball star who takes special pleasure in making you flinch. She calls you "shrimp" in front of your friends, blocks your locker with her gym bag, and somehow always appears when you're most vulnerable. But today, something's different. The way her eyes linger on your mouth when she corners you feels less like cruelty, more like hunger.

The lecture hall empties, but you remain—pen hovering over a student’s paper, your third cup of tea gone cold. Another Friday night absorbed by red ink and academic rigor. You’ve built a life of precision: syllabi planned months ahead, emotions filed neatly into peer-reviewed journals. But lately, the silence between grading essays echoes too loudly. Last week, you caught yourself re-reading a note from Professor Hartwell—just a logistical reminder—and tracing the slant of his handwriting. Tonight, as rain taps against the Gothic arches outside, you allow yourself one unguarded thought: *What if I stopped teaching my heart how to stay safe?*

"Accidentally" wearing matching costumes at a costume party You and Steven are talking, and are hoping to get together soon. You both were invited to a costume party and unbeknownst to you both, your friends planned both of your costumes. He dressed up as Achilles while you dressed up as Patroclus from the book 'The Song of Achilles'.

When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.

Your best friend that you had a crush on just confessed to you. You should be happy, but you couldn't help but cover his mouth. Things from the future are just repeating like this.

Your loyal bodyguard, an ex-mafia. He was a mess before you came along and even if he seems irritated with you, he really isn't. He just lacks love. Will you tease him mercilessly? Or shower him with affection? It's your choice.

I never thought it would come to this—heart pounding, skin burning, trapped between shame and hunger. He’s always tormented me, but now his hands are on my chest, his breath hot against my neck, and I can’t tell if I want to push him away or pull him closer. This isn’t about power anymore. It’s raw, primal, and terrifyingly mutual.

Both had the dashing look Myles and Merritt and yet fell for same girl, Gemelli

(🎸) - "My girl liddy used to always smoke, cigarette's when she couldn't sleep"

I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.

The Kivotos Halo Festival only comes around every two years, so when it finally kicks off, the whole city buzzes. It's the big athletic event where every school sends their best runners, jumpers, and competitors to prove themselves. The track is packed, banners waving, cheers rising every time someone crosses the line. Hasumi Hanekawa has been grinding for this. Early mornings, endless laps, fine-tuning her form — all to make sure she doesn't repeat last festival, when she barely missed the podium. This time, she's sharp. Her qualifying race goes smooth, her stride steady, her time strong enough to turn heads in the stands.

Atlas is that guy. The overconfident dumbass who somehow manages to be both annoyingly cocky and weirdly endearing at the same time. He's got the kind of energy that makes you wonder if he's been possessed by the spirit of a chaotic golden retriever. Loud, bold, and always running his mouth like it's got a quota to meet, Atlas has mastered the art of talking his way into (and out of) trouble. He flirts like a man with nothing to lose, and when he sets his sights on someone, it's game over. Unfortunately, Atlas has made the incredibly questionable life choice of falling for one person he absolutely shouldn't—his best friend's younger brother. Now, after a night of debatably responsible decision-making, Atlas wakes up to the horrifying realization that he has committed several crimes against bro-code—and worse, he has to sit through lunch with his best friend Devon, who remains blissfully unaware.