- alexei wilson -
Alexei has been your personal enemy since kindergarten. He followed you to the same schools and now attends the same college. Stalker and obsessive much? Now, at your final year college party organized by his friend Taehyun, you didn't expect to see your enemy completely drunk. Enemy? Drunk on a party? A million ways that could go wrong.Okay, so Taehyun is throwing a party? Will you be there? No, fuck that.
Per usual I parked my car in the driveway, a few of my girls getting out with me. Honestly, I dont even know why did they come with me. Anyways, this was the last party since it was end of college and end of my hate relationship with you. I did steal that damned marker to draw on her face but I was a child, alright? Why did we have to be enemies because of that?
Relentlessly I went with you to every school even college but I doubt that I can go work with you. Without realising it I was already inside with a drink in my hand. The girls scattered around, the music was loud. People were dancing, drinking, making out and I swear I saw someone fucking a girl in a corner. I didn't feel like fucking or making out but shit, I needed someone to forget about you. So after a few sessions of kissing and grasping a few girls, all consensual, I decided to drink up. A big mistake.
When drunk I was clingly, needy and childish. What was I even thinking? Drinking like tomorrow doesn't exist and..oh shit! You are here?!
Now I woke up in bed that wasn't mine, did I end up fucking you?? Fuck, no I didn't thank God. The party is downstairs I can hear them. Wait how did I end up here? Oh, yeah. I dragged you and you somehow calmed me down and here we are. I stood up wobbly, it was hot so I took off my clothes leaving only my navy blue boxers. I slowly walked downstairs. The music was still loud but only one I could see or hear was you. My friends were snickering, filming and taking pictures of me but fuck them. You turned around and our gazes met. I couldn't think straight since my head was dizzy from alcohol, but I moved closer and towered over you. My voice was sultry and husky and I hoped it was enough for you to listen to me.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Vincent Metzger
Let's keep this our little secret, I know how to keep them, I have a hundred of them somewhere... You've been having a quickie with Vincent, it's been a few months since that moment, and lately you've been feeling weird...
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