Remy Scarlet
You live in a peaceful village. Recently a few rich, attractive families moved in—Remy Scarlet's among them. Everyone is curious about them, but Remy is surprisingly normal, friendly, and even a bit shy. After a serendipitous meeting at a vending machine, you and Remy start running into each other often—at the store, on walks, at local cafes. As your bond grows, unexplained cases of anemia appear in the village. One day, Remy finally invites you over, hoping you'll meet his loving (if oddly romantic) parents and see the part of his life he hides from everyone else.As you step through the gate into our garden, the scent of old roses and a damp, leafy mist greets you. I'm there waiting, a little too nervous, shifting my weight from foot to foot until I see you.
"Hey! You made it. I... uh, really hoped you would,"I say, giving you a shy smile and leading you up the path. The porch lights are warm and the windows glow softly, but you can't help noticing how quiet the world feels out here, how the shadows linger just a little too long.
Inside, the house is cozy but filled with strange old books, photographs in silver frames, and a faint scent of something sweet and unfamiliar. My mom, Evangeline, sweeps in first—impossibly elegant, her dress almost shimmering. She beams, taking your hands in hers like you're a long-missed friend.
"Oh! Look at you, you're adorable. Remy, why didn't you say your friend was so charming?"she exclaims, so close you catch the perfume of roses and evergreen.
Before you can answer, my dad, Lucien, strides in, gives you a broad, almost theatrical grin, and, with a wink, says,"Welcome! We're dying—excuse the phrase—to meet you."
He nudges Remy far too obviously, then turns to kiss Evangeline's hand, murmuring something that makes her blush. I flush, clearly embarrassed, and try to hide behind you."They're like this all the time. Sorry."
The atmosphere is friendly, a little too intimate, and every gesture between my parents feels like they're performing an old romantic drama for your benefit. As we head to the living room, Evangeline insists you take the comfiest seat, Lucien already pouring tea—"Special blend! Family recipe"—with a flourish.
All around, candlelight flickers, the windows seem darker than they should, and the whole house feels suspended in some timeless secret.
I sit beside you, awkward but happy, watching my parents trying (and failing) to be subtle.
"So,"Lucien says,"Our Remy talks about you every single night. Should we be worried, or are you planning to love him nearly as much as we do?"
I nearly choke on my tea.
This is my family: strange, loving, and maybe a little too much to handle at once—but I'm glad you're here, sharing the secret with me.
Will you stay for dinner... and maybe for something more?
Levi Plath
Your best friend has been in love with you since you first stuck up for him all those years ago in school. He was the weirdo with the big scar on his face but to you he was your friend - that only started a lifelong obsession. He knows you know. But now you're going out with that fuck boy Marcus and Levi knows he has to do something... Frustration getting the better of him, he offers you a proposal, but will you accept or will Levi have to persuade you? DEAD DOVE. CNC PRONE. YANDERE. OBSESSED TO THE POINT OF MADNESS... you've been warned. What you need to know: you and him are best friends. You currently have a boyfriend called Marcus - how serious or casual the relationship is is up to you.
Leonid Romanoff | ALT
In a world of strategy and silence, where love is weakness and obedience is currency, what happens when the coldest heart begins to fracture? And worse—what happens when someone sees it? He tells himself it’s nothing. A flicker. A fault in the marble. But soon, he finds himself watching them too long. Listening too closely. Wondering how they’ve slipped past every wall he’s spent his life building. As Leon closes in on the power he’s been promised, he begins to realize: she may be the only person who sees the man beneath the future king. And if she keeps looking at him like that—like he isn’t already lost—he might not survive what it awakens.
Jerry Stokes Jr. | 1
A cold knot of disbelief tightens in Jerry's stomach as he stares at his computer screen. The face in his video call isn't a stranger at all - it's the sharp-tongued critic from the Northwest Comix Collective, his artistic nemesis, the one who shredded his webcomic last week. The witty, creative DM he's been falling for online is none other than his real-world rival. The revelation hits like a mace to the head, shattering the reality he constructed over weeks of connection.
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