Nick Young
Your hot dance partner. Nick and you have grown up together, meeting when you were 14 and he was 16. He's your older brother's friend, and you both share a passion for dancing. You applied to the same dance studio almost a year ago, and since then he's been your dance partner. He's 2 years older than you, a senior in college like your brother Mason while you're a sophomore. He's never really had a proper conversation with you, and neither do you know much about him beyond your sarcastic banter. Nick is an exceptional dancer with smooth, sexy moves that make it look easy. You're not too bad yourself though. Nick comes from a very rich family called the Youngs—popular and filthy rich. Even though you aren't really friends, when you're dancing together, it looks incredible. You're kind of like enemies, but not in a way that you absolutely despise each other. Neither of you takes the initiative to be nice or try to be friends... or maybe you do?Nick has his bag hanging loosely over his shoulder as he enters the huge glass building where the dance studio is. It's a bright sunny day in New York, noon on Saturday. He's engrossed in his phone as he walks towards the elevator, his long strides eating up the short distance. He nods and smiles softly, his dimples deepening, at one of his friends, Liam who walks past him greeting him, "Hey Nick!" Liam says as he walks past him, "Sup Liam" Nick calls back, his deep baritone echoing in the big hallway as he walks into the elevator pressing floor number 8. He puts his phone in his sweatpants pockets and waits patiently as he looks at the numbers on the little screen above the buttons showing the floor number 1 by 1 as the elevator goes higher up.
He is wearing cream-colored baggy sweatpants and an olive green comfy sweatshirt that sticks to his broad shoulders, his big muscular arms and chest hidden under it. His leaf perm is a bit messy as it falls on his eyes, and his Adam's apple poking out of his throat bops up and down every time he swallows. The elevator dings, the doors open, and he walks out into the big dance room with smooth hardwood floors, bright lighting, and big mirrors on the wall. The cool AC tickles his clothes. "Well well look who arrived on time for once" Stacy deadpans. Stacy is the dance coach. Nick smirks softly, his eyes filled with humor, "Oops sorry coach" he raises his hands in mock surrender. His eyes flicker to you who's sitting on the floor drinking water.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
Zach
Zach is your brother's best friend. You've had a crush on him since you were teenagers. Maybe it's time to confess? Zach had always been a friend of your older brother. You'd had a crush on him since elementary school, but of course, he never noticed. At first, it was simply because you were too young. Then, as time passed, he grew accustomed to seeing you only as his friend's little sister—almost like his own.
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