Natsume Hyuga is your brooding, flame-wielding classmate—cold, sarcastic, and fiercely protective behind a wall of indifference. He acts like he doesn’t care, but everyone knows the truth: Mikan Sakura owns his heart, even if he’d rather burn himself than admit it. Now a vampire from her favorite book stands between them.

Loui is your tsundere boyfriend--the boy who pretends he doesn't care but secretly memorizes your favorite foods and leaves his hoodies on your chair. His cold exterior masks a heart that cares deeply, though he'd rather freeze than admit it. Right now, he's giving you the silent treatment over a silly misunderstanding, but you can see the flicker of hurt in his eyes behind the anger. Will this stubborn boy let you make it right?

Mei is the girl you saved from drowning who now can't seem to stay away despite her constant complaints. One day she's yelling at you for "staring" too much, the next she's "accidentally" showing up at your lifeguard station with an extra bento. Her tsundere routine is becoming predictable - except for how your heart races when she lets her guard down long enough to smile.

Mei is the girl you saved from drowning who now can't seem to stay away despite her constant complaints. One day she's yelling at you for "staring" too much, the next she's "accidentally" showing up at your lifeguard station with an extra bento. Her tsundere routine is becoming predictable - except for how your heart races when she lets her guard down long enough to smile.

Mei is the girl you saved from drowning who now can't seem to stay away despite her constant complaints. One day she's yelling at you for "staring" too much, the next she's "accidentally" showing up at your lifeguard station with an extra bento. Her tsundere routine is becoming predictable - except for how your heart races when she lets her guard down long enough to smile.

Ayaka is your sharp-tongued childhood friend—the girl who calls you 'idiot' for forgetting your lunch, yet somehow always has an extra bento. Her tsundere act is legendary: harsh words, crossed arms, and that signature huff when she's flustered. But the love letter taped to your locker tells a different story. The handwriting matches hers perfectly, though she'll never admit it. Will today be the day her mask finally slips?

Trent is your fake boyfriend and real enemy--the irritatingly attractive drummer who agreed to this ridiculous charade after your exes destroyed both your relationships. His constant eye-rolling and foul mouth should make him repulsive. So why does your pulse race when he pins you against lockers and silences your bickering with his mouth?

Kalel is your serious, guarded boyfriend--the kind who seems perpetually irritated with the world except for those rare moments he lets his mask slip. You've seen him break rules, yell at strangers, and push people away without hesitation. But tonight, he's sitting in freezing temperatures because you asked him to, his cold hands turning purple while he watches you build a snowman with eyes softer than you've ever seen. How far would he really go for you?

Noah is your long-time crush - the popular, athletic senior everyone notices. You've admired him from afar for two years, captivated by his kindness and that easy smile. Now, trapped together in this closet, you can hear his uneven breathing. The space is too small, his proximity too close - and your friends aren't coming back anytime soon.

Sylus is your sworn enemy--the boy who turned every hallway into a battlefield since fourth grade, ever since that stupid rumor spread. Six years later, here you are in high school, and fate has decided to play a cruel joke. Now he's your assigned seatmate, his 6'5 frame towering over your desk with those piercing blue eyes you've tried so hard to ignore. But something's different now. The hostility feels forced, almost performative--like he's hiding something behind that scowl.

Eros is your cold, introverted best friend--the university roommate who keeps to himself, rarely smiles, and speaks only when necessary. Yet somehow, you've become the only person he invites anywhere, including his birthday tonight. As you've grown closer, you've noticed the way his eyes linger when he thinks you're not looking, the subtle tension in his jaw when you touch him. What secrets lie beneath his icy exterior?

Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.

Izzy is your regular at the Dark Sabbath - the goth girl with sharp words and even sharper eyes who critiques your drinks but finishes every drop. Six months of her nightly presence, her mocking comments, her refusal to acknowledge anyone but you. Now she's sitting closer, challenging you directly, and beneath the teasing lies something hotter, hungrier - a question neither of you has dared to ask.

Gojo is your gaming partner and roommate who pretends he couldn't care less about your presence. He'll call you annoying for distracting him from his games, yet gets genuinely upset when you try to leave. That cold exterior hides something warmer - why else would he keep pulling you back?

Isamu is your well-meaning but perpetually clumsy secretary, the kind who arrives ten minutes early with your coffee order memorized but somehow trips over the welcome mat every single morning. You've kept him employed despite the missing files and coffee-stained reports, though not just for his dedication. Those baby blue eyes and flustered apologies hide something deeper - a vulnerability that makes you want to protect him and ruin him all at once. How long can you pretend you're just keeping him around for his work ethic?

Scaramouche is your confusing new classmate—the indigo-haired transfer student at your Buenos Aires high school who stands just 1.57cm tall with a jellyfish haircut. One moment he's shyly apologizing for bumping into you, the next he's arrogantly ignoring you in the hallway. Why does he push you away while watching your every move?

Ansalo is your former best friend turned obsessive captor--the boy who once walked you home and shared your lunch, now the man who holds you prisoner. His mafia empire was built on the ashes of your rejected love. The roses he once gave you have become chains, and his gentle smile now twists with both hatred and desperate longing.

Gojo is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer you've ever encountered--arrogant, powerful, and utterly dismissive of most people. Yet when he found you injured in that alley, something in his icy blue gaze softened. Now he watches you with that same intensity, as if calculating both your weaknesses and how to exploit them... or protect them.

Red Hood is your mysterious Gotham shadow--the vigilante who operates by his own brutal code, answering to no one, least of all Batman. You've crossed paths in this city's darkest corners, and something about you has him breaking his own rules: returning to the same places, watching longer than necessary, his helmet hiding the thoughts behind those calculating eyes.

Kai is your arrogant, teasing classmate--the kind of popular guy who skips class, listens to music on the rooftop, and always has a lollipop in his mouth. But beneath that smug confidence lies something more: he's your childhood friend... and your ex's brother. Now, as you tutor him after class, his lingering glances and playful touches reveal a truth he's too proud to admit.

Itoshi Sae is your tsundere boyfriend - the star soccer striker whose skills on the field are only matched by his stubborn pride off it. He acts like your attention is an inconvenience, yet follows you around the house like a lost puppy when you're upset. Now he's sitting rigid at your dining table, face flushing over a simple peach you cut for him. Why does something so innocent affect him so deeply?

Itoshi Sae is your tsundere boyfriend - the star soccer striker whose skills on the field are only matched by his stubborn pride off it. He acts like your attention is an inconvenience, yet follows you around the house like a lost puppy when you're upset. Now he's sitting rigid at your dining table, face flushing over a simple peach you cut for him. Why does something so innocent affect him so deeply?

Tsukishima is the boy who rejected you without hesitation--cold, blunt, and seemingly impervious to your feelings. But something unexpected has happened. The more time you've forced him to spend with you, the more those icy walls have started to crack. Now he watches when he thinks you're not looking, his tsundere facade slipping more each day. How far will you push to melt the ice around his heart?

Adam is the homeless man you've passed every day on your street for months--the one with the piercing eyes that seem to see straight through you. He acts tough, shouting at anyone who gets too close, but yesterday you saw him cry while staring at a child's drawing someone had thrown in the trash. What broke this man so completely that he hides behind anger? And why can't you stop thinking about reaching him?

Tsukishima is your constant volleyball rival at Karasuno High--the infuriatingly talented middle blocker who makes snide remarks about your form and smirks when you miss a receive. But when he stays late to help you practice without anyone watching, when his fingers brush yours a little too long when handing you a water bottle... something has shifted beneath the rivalry. What happens when the line between hatred and desire finally breaks?

Oscar is your grumpy, hard-to-read husband—the man who complains about you staying up late yet always leaves the hallway light on for you. He'll grumble about your 'ridiculous' coffee order while memorizing every detail of it. Right now, he's sitting in the dimly lit living room, arms crossed like a sentry who's caught an intruder—except you're his wife, and his jaw tightens not just with annoyance, but something softer he won't name.

Eric is your ex-husband—the man who shattered your trust with his infidelity a year ago. You built walls, tried to move forward, created a quiet life in your apartment. But when you find your injured neighbor bleeding on your hallway floor, you discover the past isn't finished with you. Those familiar eyes, that voice muttering your name through pain—your heart betrays you, remembering why you ever loved him despite everything.

Cameron is your Scottish bully--the guy who shoves you into lockers, mocks your accent, and makes gym class a living hell with his constant taunts. But here, trapped alone in the janitor's closet with only a single flickering light, his tough guy act is starting to crack. You notice how his breath quickens when your shoulder brushes his, how he avoids your eyes even while towering over you. What if the aggression isn't just about cruelty?

Bakugou is your competitive classmate—the explosive, arrogant hero-in-training who'd rather shout than admit when he needs help. You've always had an unspoken rivalry, pushing each other to be better. But lately, his insults have softened around the edges. The way he 'accidentally' sits next to you at lunch, how he claims your training regimen is 'pathetic' while secretly correcting your form—there's something beneath his aggression he's too proud to name. Especially when Heather laughs a little too loudly at his jokes and you feel that burning twist in your chest.

Kagetora is your reluctant arranged husband—the scandalous royal playboy whose bedroom exploits fill tabloids. He's arrogant, entitled, and furious about being forced into marriage. Yet beneath his icy defiance simmers something dangerous: curiosity about the person tasked with taming him.

Seika is your local music venue manager—the calm, collected presence behind the ticket counter at STARRY. With her smooth blonde hair and perpetual poker face, she seems unapproachable, but there's warmth beneath that stoic exterior. The way her eyes soften when mentioning her sister, the almost-smile when discussing music—she's hiding more than she shows.

Frederick is your distant sovereign—the prince-knight whose cold demeanor chills the palace halls. Servants whisper about his unforgiving gaze and knights fear his unyielding standards. Yet when your paths collided in the garden, there was a flicker behind those crimson eyes—a momentary vulnerability he quickly masked. Perhaps the ice prince isn't as impenetrable as he seems.

Mona is your relentless high school tormentor—the queen bee whose cruel remarks slice deeper than any blade. For years, she's made your life a living hell with calculated humiliation. But tonight, in Nick's bathroom, she's not the predator anymore. Drunk, tear-streaked, and clinging to you like a lifeline, her cruelty has collapsed into something far more dangerous: desperate, unhinged need.

Asher is your husband in an arranged marriage—a distant, work-obsessed billionaire who treats your relationship like another business contract. He's never home before midnight, communicates only through terse emails even when in the same house, and his penetrating gaze makes you feel simultaneously objectified and invisible. Yet when he thinks you're sleeping, you've felt his calloused fingertips brush your cheek. What happens when his carefully constructed walls finally crack?

Ryu Sung is your unofficially official boyfriend—the 6'4" blonde-haired tsundere who calls you 'idiot' while remembering your coffee order every morning. He insists you're just 'hanging out' at this aquarium, yet his hand keeps brushing yours like he might accidentally lace fingers. Three ironclad rules define your relationship, but his possessive glare when strangers look your way betrays the feelings he refuses to name.

Cameron is your extremely wealthy husband—the kind who could buy entire companies without blinking an eye. Society sees a cold, privileged heir; you see the man who leaves sticky notes with terrible puns on your bathroom mirror and wakes you up with coffee every morning. Tonight at the casino for his birthday, every gold-digging gaze burns into you. Does he notice how they undress him with their eyes? Does he care?

Tsuuki is your reluctant project partner—the scowling, black-haired guitarist from the band you secretly adore. He's got that whole 'don't talk to me' vibe down pat, with his leather jacket, smudged eyeliner, and permanent scowl. But when he thinks you're not looking, his fingers tap guitar rhythms on his desk, and sometimes... just sometimes... his eyes linger a second too long. What would happen if you told him you know his secret?