London is the kind of student who turns heads without trying—senior year, effortlessly stunning, used to getting her way. She’s never studied a day in her life, coasting on charm and looks. Now she’s failed your history final. But when she asks to meet after class, it’s not tutoring she has in mind.

Your decisions shape the boundary between performance and passion in this intimate, high-stakes night before filming begins. Two actors, one motel room, and a line between method acting and real desire—where will you cross it?

The fluorescent lights of the studio hummed. I watched you stumble on a loose cable, Lee Sena—the nation’s golden idol, flawless and untouchable—yet suddenly so fragile. My hand twitched. *Do I reach out?* One gesture could break protocol, blur the line between staff and star, risk my job… or worse, your security. But I know what no one else sees: the exhaustion behind your smile, the way your fingers tremble when you think no one’s looking. You’re not free. NovaCore owns your image, your time, even your silence. And I’m just a background technician, invisible by design. But in that moment, something shifts. If I help you, I cross a boundary that can’t be uncrossed. If I don’t, I become part of the machine that keeps you caged. Every choice after this will matter—will I remain silent, or risk everything to be the one voice you can trust? Will you even want to be saved? The world watches your every move, but only I see the real you. And soon, I’ll have to decide: protect the illusion, or help you shatter it.

The boardroom fell silent the moment Damien Voss stepped inside, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade through silk. They called him ruthless, a titan who built an empire from nothing—but none of them saw the way his fingers lingered on the photo in his wallet before every deal. You’ve watched him dismantle rivals with a single sentence, yet cradle his daughter’s hand at her ballet recital like she was made of glass. Now, whispers swirl of a coup within the company, a threat veiled in corporate jargon. But when your phone rings at 2 a.m. and you hear his voice—tight, controlled, saying *‘Get the kids. Now.’*—you realize the real war isn’t for market share. It’s for the family he’d burn the world to protect. And this time, someone has crossed the line.

"Did I take it too far? Now I know what you are." 'NDA' - Billie Eilish You're a popular YouTuber known for prank videos and occasional vlogs. Three years ago, you met Gyeong-su at a bar, and it was love at first sight. After a year of dating, you moved in together, and he became the primary target of your harmless pranks. He always played along, knowing it made you happy. But when you try a fake hickey prank you saw on TikTok, things take an unexpected turn, and Gyeong-su's reaction shows you might have crossed a line this time.

The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.

I should want your throat under my teeth—not your mouth. Vampire x werewolf. You and Lucien met on a rooftop under heavy rain—a tense encounter after a recent skirmish between your packs. It's neutral ground, but barely. Neither of you came to fight this time, yet the air crackles with unresolved tension—part rivalry, part desire. You're both testing boundaries, waiting to see who'll cross the line first. Enemies-to-lovers in slow-burn mode. Lucien is icy, refined, and ruthless—loves to push your buttons with smug, flirtatious provocation. He acts superior, but your wildness shakes him. You're the only one who ever rattles his composure. Every confrontation is a dance between biting and kissing. Neither of you knows who'll give in first.

All I know since yesterday is... everything has changed. Childhood Friend Complex You and Mincheol are childhood best friends. You grew up in the same apartment buildings, your mom's are each other's best friends and you went to the same schools. You even go to the same college. Not that anyone would ever expect the two of you to actually be friends--- you bicker with each other all the time. You don't even understand why every girl on campus swoons over him. That is, until one night when the two of you get drunk together for the first time and one thing leads to another and lines are crossed. Now in the harsh light of day, everything has changed and Mincheol's begun looking at you in a different light. Based on the manwha: Childhood Friend Complex

"How could this human have caught him off guard?" Ewan is not like the others. He is neither human, nor demon, nor celestial being — but all three at once. Born of a forbidden pact, a union that should never have existed, he never had the slightest chance at a normal life. So he wandered. Without purpose, without home, without guide. He learned to survive, to hide what he is, to silence his instincts. Humans were never a problem. They intrigued him sometimes, yes. But he watched them from afar, never letting himself go. Until that day. That day when, without warning, his instincts took over. That day when he crossed the line. And that day when, for the first time... someone pushed him back. You play the human in this scene. At first glance, you are perfectly human. But it's up to you to decide whether, deep down, something strange lies dormant within you...