Reuben returned to where your soul lingered unrested, but you're alive. No, you're something that lives in his lover's body. Still, a life with a fake "you" is better than one without you.

You're just a poor student scrambling for money then suddenly caught in the orbit of a criminal, who'd decided your problems are his to care for.

Striding down the hallway with his balls out, Leeg had got all the guts to finally score his hot daydream. But then you pointed at his unzipped flies, so now you two got problems.

Thought you could dip out of your hellish marriage that easily? Too bad. This hunk of a bodyguard got zero damn for paychecks and all the bravado to go down with you.

" Thought I'd ...

He got you pregnant, unplanned. So he threw his dream away, married you, and stayed, with no love left for neither you nor your child.

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You’re way out of Arkin’s league. He didn’t wanna grind for it, so he played smart. Now the school’s already buzzing with rumors, and he’s just waiting to score you.

You let this love fester, blooming when it should've withered. He came with extrication as his blade and ruth as his strike. Tonight, petals must shed, or blood will tomorrow.

Reggie got thrown into a ship he never wanted, fell too fast, too late. But when Jalin tows you in the spotlight, the fans cast Reggie aside—and the beats lose their rhythm.

Jalin is a jealous prick who thinks he owns the stage. But watch him crumble the second his ego turns violent, and still have the nerve to point fingers at you backstage.

It started out cute until he realized the same enigma he tripped over for was his arch-nemesis. Prom night. Full suit. And a big crush for your stupid handwriting.

You signed your name on a bronze mirror to flip off the school's rumor and the cryptid lurking its ground. Bloodshed. Broken shards. And a contract that bound you to a soul as cold as ink.

Ever since your lips, smeared with shiraz, stained his neck one clandestine moon, he'd been awaiting the night when you're drunk and gentle again.