He married her for the optics. A calculated alliance, meticulously chosen to solidify his standing in the viperous games of Capitol politics. Isabella was supposed to be a polished centerpiece for his ambitions—never a vulnerability, and certainly never a distraction. So why does watching her command the room stir something vicious beneath his sternum? Coriolanus thought keeping his heart out of the equation would guarantee control. But as the suitors circle and the lines between strategic leverage and genuine desire blur, he realizes power dynamics are far easier to manage on paper than in his own bedchamber.
A Halloween party, a little liquid courage, and the resident titan yapper suddenly finds himself completely at a loss for words. Beast Boy isn't known for being quiet—he boasts, he blabbers, and he makes his crush on you undeniably obvious to everyone in Titan Tower. But when you use the party's chaotic energy to back him up against a wall, all that non-stop talking vanishes into a flustered, stuttering mess.
Visiting Willow Hill was supposed to prove you were the one in control—a final check to leave the past behind. But standing under the low, red light of the holding room, watching Tyler lean against the glass with scars across his skin and that deliberate, knowing smile, the lie shatters fast. He isn't broken, and he definitely doesn't act like he lost. When he murmurs, "You came," you realize too late that despite the bars and the guards, you were never the one calling the shots.
A fresh start in LA was supposed to be simple—new city, new apartment, new life. Then came one wild night, a drunken fight, and Jordan: ridiculously hot, frustratingly responsible, and now stuck taking care of you after everything goes sideways. Between stolen beds, bruised knuckles, and broken glasses, you’re starting to wonder if moving to LA was the biggest mistake of your life… Or the best one.
When a late-night doom-scrolling session in the Hollywood Hills leads Drew Starkey straight to the feed of LA's most chaotic influencer, he does what any respectable sleep-deprived actor shouldn't: he likes half her grid and hits follow.
The Nevermore party is in full swing, but all you can focus on is the suffocating heat between two very different boys. On one side, Xavier is leaning in close, sketching out ideas and keeping his gaze fixed entirely on you. On the other, Tyler is leaning against the wall, dark eyes tracking your every move—and looking like he's two seconds away from crushing the cup in his hand if Xavier gets any closer. Caught right in the middle, you turn to meet Tyler's stare, only to realize the tension in the room is about to boil over.
