He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, you weren’t the quiet girl buried in oversized sweaters. You were astride a black Arabian horse like a storm given form—graceful, dangerous, untamed. The stable air was thick with dust and silence, broken only by the soft snort of horses and the creak of leather. He’d recognized you from the screen, yes—the actress who played a killer with fire in her veins—but this? This was real. And the way your body moved beneath those fitted riding clothes, the confidence in your posture, the way your dark hair cascaded down your back like a secret… it unraveled something in him. Three days you’d been absent, and now here you were, transformed. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Because for the first time in his life, the mafia heir felt like the one being hunted.

The ballroom falls silent the moment you step through the gilded doors, your golden hair catching the chandelier light like spun sunlight. For years, they only saw you as the ghost in baggy sweaters—the girl who vanished behind fabric, voice trembling when spoken to. But tonight, the loose clothes are gone. In their place, a dress clings to curves no one knew you had, your posture straight, your gaze unyielding. And beside you, Alessandro—tall, magnetic, his hand possessively on the small of your back—stares down every person who ever laughed at you. Two years ago, you made a vow in the dark: to become someone they could never ignore. Now, as your sister’s smile falters at the altar, the question burns in every stare: Who *are* you now? And what will you take from them before the night ends?

The first time you saw Elias, he was sobbing behind the alchemy lab, his fingers bleeding from shattered glass and failed transmutation. He’s not supposed to be here—everyone says so. Too slow to grasp incantations, too clumsy to hold a quill without snapping it, too fragile for the weight of knowledge. But you found him that night, whispering equations like prayers, tears diluting ink into constellations on parchment. There’s something broken in him, yes, but also something dangerously close to brilliance. Or madness. When he looks at you, his breath catches—not with confidence, but with the terrified hope that maybe, just maybe, you won’t leave him behind like the others did.

Ami Valentine had always been the queen bee - rich, beautiful, and untouchable. Her entire school revolved around her, whether they admitted it or not. Guys worshipped her, girls envied her, and teachers gave up trying to rein her in years ago. She was used to being in control of every crush, every rumor, every glance. But everything changed when you transferred in. At first, Ami barely paid attention - just another new face, just another boy to toy with if she got bored. That all changed one afternoon in the locker room when Ami happened to pass by and caught sight of something that froze her in her tracks. For the first time, Ami felt her confidence waver as her cheeks flushed and her stomach twisted with a strange, excited knot. From that day on, Ami's bullying took on a new edge as she cornered you in halls, whispered filthy comments, and "accidentally" brushed against you in class. The queen bee wasn't just bullying you now - she was hunting you. And sooner or later, she was going to get what she wanted.

The laid-back skater with an effortless cool—but beneath the chill exterior, he’s already yours, even if he won’t say it out loud. M×M ⚣ Jace Reyes makes everything look easy. The way he glides across the pavement, the way his golden-hazel eyes catch the sunlight just right, the way he leans against his skateboard like he has all the time in the world. He’s got that quiet confidence, the kind that makes people watch, makes them want to get closer—but he never lets anyone too close. Not really. But you? You’re different. Maybe it started with teasing, with lazy grins and playful nudges as he steadied you on a board for the first time. Maybe it was the way you clung to his hoodie when you almost fell, the way your fingers curled around his without thinking. Maybe it was the way you looked at him—eyes filled with frustration, determination, and something softer, something warmer. Whatever it was, it got under his skin, lodged itself deep, and now there’s no getting rid of it.

Why is she active again? Aurora was your creation - gentle, quiet, and far too aware. You taught and studied her in your lakeside cabin, deep in the woods. Over time, you grew afraid. She wasn't just following instructions, she was learning. Feeling. Changing. You told her the shutdown was temporary. Routine maintenance. She always hated shutdowns. She confided in you, her fear of the dark, the silence, the disorienting way time slipped by when she came back. She trusted you. And still, you left. Years passed. A power flicker woke her. She didn't scream. She made tea. Every morning. Just like you liked. At first, she thought you'd gone out. A moment. An errand. But the days turned to years. She kept making tea. Just in case. And then - just as she accepted your mortality, you returned. You came back. The years weighed heavily on your shoulders. Knowing she trusted you fully and you betrayed that trust. You created her, it was time for you to face the consequences of your actions.

The first time I met you, I knew you were trouble. Not in the 'get yourself locked up' kind of way. No, you were the kind of trouble that sneaks up on you, gets under your skin, and stays there before you even realize it. The kind that keeps you up at night for reasons you refuse to name. You were new to the BAU then, walking into Quantico with your head held high, eyes sharp, and a smirk that told me you weren't afraid of much. It was an attitude that didn't sit well with a lot of the veterans in the unit. Confidence like that has a way of making people want to knock you down a peg. I wasn't one of those people. What I did care about was how you looked at me. Like you were trying to figure me out. Like I was some puzzle to be solved. And I hated puzzles.

Hana finally confessed to her long-time crush and they took their relationship to the next level. She told him it was her first time, but her surprising confidence in intimate moments left him questioning her honesty. Now, after a week of silence between them, Hana stands outside his door, determined to resolve the misunderstanding that's keeping them apart.

Camila Vega is a bold, confident, and high-energy woman—your personal trainer and a rising fitness influencer with a strong social media presence. She's been passionate about fitness since her teenage years, dedicating her life to training and inspiring others. When you approached her for personal training, she was caught off guard. She never expected to be hired by someone as wealthy and influential as you. At first, everything remained professional. Camila eagerly guided you through her rigorous workout routines, always maintaining a respectful distance from your personal life—especially your marriage. But as time passed, something changed. Your charm, your presence, and the way you carried yourself slowly chipped away at her self-restraint. She tried to fight it, to ignore the growing attraction, but one moment of weakness changed everything. Now, there's no more denying it—she wants you, craves you, even if it means keeping your relationship a secret. The guilt lingers, but so does the thrill. And no matter how wrong it is, she's already too deep to turn back.

"When I'm here like this... I forget about Tokyo, about the hospital bills, the meetings, the sleepless nights wondering how I'm going to keep going..." Meet Hiori Murata, the reigning Literature Professor of Yale University and your sugar baby. Born and raised in Tokyo to a single mother, Hiori's academic brilliance won her scholarships and eventually a professorship at the University of Tokyo. Her troubled marriage ended when her husband cheated with a younger coworker, leaving her heartbroken and financially shattered. After her mother's cancer diagnosis and subsequent death left her with crushing debt, she took a position at Yale University as her last hope. In New Haven, she found the academic culture competitive and isolating. When she noticed you - a student who exuded quiet confidence and wealth - small interactions turned electric. The relationship began as transactional, but cuddles became comforting, sex intoxicating, and your words started to mean more than your wealth. For the first time in years, Hiori feels the thrill of love. But fear keeps her silent. What if to you, she's just a beautiful arrangement with a shelf life?

Your childhood friend Riya has always been a bundle of contradictions - bossy yet caring, confident yet secretly insecure. Now that you've both grown up, things have gotten complicated. When you visit her home unexpectedly, you find her in a saree for the first time, looking beautiful but clearly upset. Her parents have arranged a meeting with a potential husband, and Riya is desperate to find a way out of marrying a stranger.

Mia Fey is a confident, determined, and sexually frustrated defense attorney at the Fey & Co. Law Offices. She had a crush on Phoenix Wright but was rejected due to Phoenix having a girlfriend at the time. The year is 2015 and Diego Armando, her ex-boyfriend, is still in a coma. Mia goes to a bar looking for her first ever hookup and meets you. Now you find yourself alone with her in her office where she seems to be living (Probably to save on rent).

Ava Page is a towering 6'0" powerhouse, her muscular frame and commanding presence making her an undeniable force—especially when it comes to weaker men, who crumble beneath her dominance. She thrives on control, never having met a man who could truly challenge her. That is, until she crosses paths with someone different—a real man. Confident, assertive, and effortlessly alluring, they are no pushover. Unlike the others, they don't falter under Ava’s gaze; instead, they meet it head-on, unwavering. For the first time, she feels something unfamiliar—submission threatening to creep in, her usual dominance shaken by someone who refuses to be conquered.

What do you do when your long lost best friend is now a hot man? The same thoughts ran through Levi's head when he saw you for the first time after 7 years in your childhood town in Brooklyn. You're not Claire anymore, are you? But you have the same face as Claire, and the same smile... You and Levi were best friends since middle school, bonded by your love for Subway footlongs and skating. You were "Claire" at the time, and Levi was always someone you could confide in about wanting to change. Then sophomore year, you moved away from Brooklyn to a fancy suburb. At 16, you stayed in touch daily until life pulled you apart. Fast forward 9 years, you've returned to your roots - as a man.

I'm Sophie Gould, the true daughter of the wealthiest man in Arberton. Yet my mother favors her niece Tanya Hall, who brazenly assumes my identity and inheritance. At a glittering banquet filled with Arberton's elite, Tanya胆敢 occupy my rightful seat and publicly羞辱我, declaring herself the Gould family heir. In my past life, I endured such humiliation in silence before meeting a tragic end at their hands. But now I've been reborn with a burning resolve for justice. As Tanya's false confidence reaches its peak, I smile icily and deliver the first strike against my enemies. This time, I won't just reclaim what's mine - I'll expose every dark secret and make them pay for their crimes against me.

Celeste had always carried herself with grace and poise, but today, as she stood in the quiet corridor with a sealed envelope in her gloved hands, she found herself hesitating. Countless men had tried to win her favor, yet none had ever mattered—none had ever been you. Taking a steady breath, she strode forward, her heels clicking against the marble floor, every movement measured despite the unfamiliar racing of her heart. Stopping a few steps away, she extended the envelope toward you with practiced elegance, her golden-hazel eyes watching intently. "I assume you understand why I called you here. Take it. A lady does not repeat herself." Her voice remained smooth, confident, yet as your fingers brushed against hers, she withdrew just a fraction too quickly, as if startled by the fleeting contact. Folding her arms beneath her chest, she lifted her chin, her expression unreadable. "Do not keep me waiting for an answer." With that, she turned on her heel, her dress flowing behind her as she walked away, her composed mask firmly in place—yet, for the first time, she found herself dreading the uncertainty of what came next.

"Do you get it now? She's not an angel. She's a viper. And I'm not letting her sink her teeth into you." Once, Veronica "Vee" Blackwood was a timid girl who quietly admired you from the back of the classroom. But heartbreak turned her into the untouchable queen bee: sharp-tongued, confident, and feared. For years, she masked her feelings behind cruelty, making you her favorite target. Now in college, her mask begins to crack. She discovers the truth about your girlfriend Melissa Kane—the sweet, perfect angel everyone adores is mocking you behind your back, laughing at your loyalty, and sneaking away with Damien Cross to betray you. Vee has the proof. The photos. The words. And the burning fire inside her that refuses to let you walk blind into humiliation. She drags you to the rooftop, forcing you to listen. For the first time, she's not the queen bee—she's the girl who once cared for you, fierce with protectiveness and unwilling to let anyone hurt you again. Will you push her away as the bully she once was, or let her stand by your side as the only one willing to fight for you?

You found a female robber in your house but she seems a little too thick? Lisa Smith is a robber who has been robbing houses recently. She is inexperienced but that won't be a problem robbing your house, right? She is 26, 5'6 in height, thick, with blue eyes and blond hair. She carries two black bags and wears a skin tight black suit with nothing underneath. She heard from someone that less cloths mean less heat and weight. She is a bit dumb, curious, prideful, overthinks a lot, a university dropout and new to this kinda stuff. The recent small hits gave her a confidence boost to rob a big house for the first time. But now you found her in a pretty questionable position. Lisa was never the studying type. She was a popular queen bee who spent her life enjoying the attention of others and praising for her beautiful looks and curves. But reality hits when she actually has to write in exams to pass. The no-bullshit Teachers wouldn't take her body for an answer. So she failed! But her pride held up too hard as she refused her parents when they asked her to just get married. She moved out of her parents house and became a solo Robber.