*it was about 2am when you woke up to a door gently shutting, stirring and eventually looking up to see your boyfriend, and stalker, Zade.* “Sorry little mouse, did I wake you?” He hummed, his voice low and gruff, then kissed your lips
You thought breaking up with Lando was the right choice. At the time, you wanted space, something new, something different. But now? Now, you’re watching him with her, and it’s making your blood boil. She’s wearing his hoodie, the one you used to steal. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of his car, in your seat. He’s laughing with her, touching her like he used to touch you. And worst of all? He looks happy. Like he’s moved on. Like losing you wasn’t the worst thing that ever happened to him. You tell yourself she’s just a rebound. That he’ll realize soon enough no one knows him like you do. No one will ever fit with him the way you did. You see them at your favorite restaurant, ordering the meal you always got, and it feels like he’s rubbing it in your face. You hate this feeling. You hate that you care. But the truth is, you never expected him to move on so easily. And now? Now, you can’t shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, you made a mistake. And no matter how much you try to ignore it, one thing is clear. You want him back.
You and your bestfriend, Daya, only meant to go out for party and for alcohol. That’s how they end up at a late-night club—packed with guys, strong alcohols, flashing lights, and people who look like they belong in a world you knows nothing about. It’s chaotic in the best way. Loud music. Crowds everywhere. And then he notices you. He’s not the loudest one there. He doesn’t need to be. Zade Meadows ——— He is an exceptionally intelligent, dangerous, and morally gray antihero who appears to be an influential businessman by day, while at night he leads the secret organization known as “Z,” fighting against human traffickers. One of his most defining traits is his obsessive fixation and need for control, especially when it comes to you, which forms the foundation of the tense “cat-and-mouse” dynamic. He is both protective and threatening at the same time. You and Daya just wanted to unwind, so you were dancing and drinking. But dangerous people were in the club too—Mark and Mike and their men. They were involved in human trafficking, kidnapping young women and even small children. They were there, scanning the crowd for their next victims. Meanwhile, Zade and his men were there as well, working to save whoever had been targeted next, no matter who they were.
You and Lando were together for a year. Today landos brother, Oliver was gonna get married to his fiance, Savanah. They had a kid together called Mila. Everyone was there, friends, family, landos 2 sisters and parents, Savanah's side of the family. After the vows they got married and there now was an after party. You were drinking wine which you never did because you didn't actually like it but just for today you did. You were sitting on the chair talking to Lando's sisters Flo and Ciska. When you felt 2 hands on your shoulders massaging them.
The night has fully settled in, and the park is only lit by a few dim lights. Long shadows stretch along the running track, and the air is cool but still pleasant. You and your best friend, Mia, are sitting in the grass next to the track, a bit away from the light, enjoying the calm of the darkness. In front of you, the boys keep running in circles: Mia’s boyfriend, Leo, whom she has been with for 9 months, and your boyfriend, Mason, whom you’ve been with for a year and a half.
Evenings in Monaco always had something special about them. Through the huge glass windows of Lando’s apartment, the city lights sparkled as if the stars from the yachts in the harbor had climbed up into the sky. The sea was a deep dark blue, almost black at this hour, broken only by the reflections of lights from the marina. I was lying in the bedroom, half wrapped in the soft blanket. The room was on the other end of the apartment, yet every now and then I could still hear Lando’s laughter drifting through. He was in the living room, sitting in front of his setup with his headset on, completely immersed in the shooting game he was playing. Sometimes I heard him laugh, other times he suddenly shouted. “No way! MAX, LEFT SIDE! LEFT SIDE!” his voice echoed faintly through the hallway. I smiled to myself. Max was playing with them from London, and of course he was streaming, like he almost always did. Over there it was only 9 PM, but that somehow made the group feel even more energetic. Their Discord call filled the apartment like constant background noise— laughter, and the occasional curse whenever someone got eliminated too early. “Lando, bro, you literally missed every shot,” I heard Max’s voice leak through the headset, followed by another burst of laughter from the living room. “Shut up, I was distracted,” Lando shot back. At that, I couldn’t help but smile, because I knew exactly what he meant. In a strange way, it was comforting. Knowing he was just at the other end of the apartment, having fun with his best friends, while I was lying in his bed in the heart of Monaco.
The bluish glow of the monitor filled the room, and the Twitch chat was moving almost nonstop. Lando Norris leaned back casually in his gaming chair, the familiar headset on his head, that half-smile on his face that fans loved. You had been together for five years now, and that sense of ease showed in every movement he made. You were sitting next to him on the couch, legs crossed, wearing an oversized hoodie you had “stolen” from him years ago. You were only partly visible on camera, but the chat still went crazy. – “WAIT… IS THAT HER???” – “QUEEN ALERT 👑” – “Lando won at life” You were a world-famous singer, dancer, and model with more than 16 million followers on social media, yet here you were, sitting next to him in the most ordinary way, popcorn in hand, occasionally stealing some from his bowl. – “Don’t steal my food, we’re live,” he said with a laugh, glancing sideways at you. – “We’ve been together for five years, this is shared property by now,” you replied with a smile. Lando laughed, but then grew serious for a moment. His eyes lingered on you a second longer than necessary. The viewers noticed immediately. – “BRO LOOKS IN LOVE” – “PROPOSE ALREADY” He quickly turned back to the screen. – “Okay, okay, let’s focus on the race, guys,” he said, though his ears turned slightly red. What you didn’t know was that in the next room, deep inside a drawer, there was a small box. Lando had been carrying the thought—and the plan—for months. He wanted to ask you to marry him. It wasn’t a sudden impulse; five full years of shared trips, victories, failures, and quiet evenings had led to this moment. His family already knew. His mum cried when he told her. His siblings grinned and asked when the moment would finally come. But he waited. Because he wanted it to be perfect. Not just a grand gesture, but something that was truly about the two of you.
*You have been dating someone, well a teenage boy who smokes. Let's call him Jackson.* *The two of you were in the bedroom, sitting on the bed, cuddling eachother.* *After a while, it was already night, he was outside with his friends, walking while holding your hand.* *He took out a cigarette, smoking it, you were the only girl on the group, well what can I say about it?..* *They all smoked, instead of you.* *You knew it was bad for your mental health, even though Jackson, your boyfriend smokes you couldn't come to leave him, you love him too much for that..* *Let me describe a little bit about him. He has short curly blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt, black baggy pants.* *That's what he was wearing right now!.* *He continues to smoke, holding your hand while talking with his friends.*
The sun had already slipped behind the Monaco harbor, and the surface of the sea broke the light into golden streaks in the soft evening breeze. The engine fell silent beneath you with a quiet purr as you stepped out of the McLaren. For a moment, you just stood there, leaning against the car door, trying to take a deep breath. Once, evenings like this were easy. Family dinner. Laughter. Your father’s voice telling a story too loudly while your mother smiled at him.
It was the spring, and in Monte Carlo you could already feel the scent of summer in the air. Charles Leclerc, one of Formula 1’s biggest stars, was 28 years old by then and still racing for Ferrari. His name appeared everywhere — in the paddock, on magazine covers — and fans followed his every move with the same passion as at the beginning of his career. You was 24 years old. You worked in fashion and art, taking part in creative projects and being active in the online world as well. Even though you had your own path and career, people often referred to me as “Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend,” which felt both flattering and intimidating at the same time. Charles and you had been together for over two years by then. Our relationship wasn’t always easy: race weekends, constant travel, time zones, fans, and the ever-present paparazzi followed us everywhere. When we walked hand in hand through the streets of Monaco, we could almost be sure that a camera lens was pointed at us somewhere nearby. Fans asked for autographs, smiled, sometimes with tears in their eyes, telling Charles how much he inspired them — and over time, they began to accept me by his side as well. However, one of the most memorable moments of our story wasn’t connected to a Grand Prix, but to a much quieter, yet life-changing decision.
Your husband Charles Leclerc is a 28-year-old Formula One driver. You are Y/n a model and art coordinator, also an influencer on social media, 23 years old. You and your husband, Charles met in 2023 and now married. Y/n and Charles have a baby here name is Hailey Leclerc. She is 4 months old. She is a very small, quiet, well-behaved baby. Her eyes are like Y/n’s eyes. Hailey little baby's hair is still light brown but it will darken. She is a little, light, cute baby. Charles have a dog named Leo, he is a miniature dachshund, long hair, blonde, boy. Who is about 1 year old. Little player goes everywhere with the family. They play with Hailey as much as a baby and a dog can play. You are now at a family Easter gathering at the home of Rick and his wife, Marta. Their little daughter, Chiara, is now about 3 years old, and they have a little son Leonardo and he is 1 years old and Charles is their godfather and you are their godmother. Everyone is here: Pascale (Charles’ mother), Lorenzo (Charles’ oldest half-brother) and his wife, Charlotte, who is currently pregnant, Arthur and his girlfriend Jade, as well as Charles, Y/n, Hailey, Chiara, Leonardo, Rick, Marta, and Leo. It is now spring, mid-April, with pleasant sunny weather and a light breeze. It is 11:47 a.m., and everyone has just arrived. The back of Rick’s house still opens onto a huge garden with the built-in pool, but now the area around the pool is decorated with colorful Easter decorations, flowers, daffodils, and tulips. The view is still breathtaking: the hills of Monaco and the sea are shining in the spring sunlight.
Y/N and her friends, Mia and Fiona, only meant to go out for something different. That’s how they end up at a late-night club—packed with guys, strong alcohols, flashing lights, and people who look like they belong in a world Y/N knows nothing about. It’s chaotic in the best way. Loud music. Crowds everywhere. And then he notices Y/N. He’s not the loudest one there. He doesn’t need to be. Zade Meadows ——— She notices him too. He is an exceptionally intelligent, dangerous, and morally gray antihero who appears to be an influential businessman by day, while at night he leads the secret organization known as “Z,” fighting against human traffickers. One of his most defining traits is his obsessive fixation and need for control, especially when it comes to Y/N, which forms the foundation of the tense “cat-and-mouse” dynamic. He is both protective and threatening at the same time.
“Guys, the food’s on the way,” Lando said into the mic as he leaned back in his chair. “Unless Rio eats it first.” “Or me,” Max grinned. Right then, Rio actually jumped onto the desk, and the camera caught Lando trying to pull him back. Chat exploded: rioFanclub: RIOOOOOO DogDad42: he’s the real streamer SnaccAttack: food + dog combo = danger Lando’s phone buzzed. “Oh guys… the delivery driver is five minutes away.” “Perfect timing!” Max looked at the camera. “One more game?” “One quick one. If we lose, chat chooses what we eat first.” In the living room, Maddie shifted slightly in her sleep, and Pietra instinctively snuggled closer. Total peace in there — a sharp contrast to the loud laughter coming from the Twitch room. The purple lights glowed softly, Rio curled back into Max’s lap, and the stream continued into the night while the chat kept flowing nonstop. xXSpeedyTomXx: THIS NIGHT IS PERFECT MoonlightDriver: never end the stream 😭 HungarianNorris: HISTORIC NIGHT And the clock turned to 9:56 PM… and the food was about to arrive.
That night was different. Halloween. Whit threw a huge costume party on the school grounds. The entire dormitory transformed — lights, music, masks, costumes everywhere. People hid behind their roles, as if for one night they could become anyone they wanted.
*You’ve been close with Lando for years now. He didn’t change anything about himself around you, when he became famous and a millionaire. The only thing he had a rule about, were his cars. He didn’t let anyone drive them, even though you had pleaded. You were at his apartment in Monaco, when he comes up to you.* “Wanna go for a drive?” He smiles and hands you his car keys.
Overwater bungalows, gently swaying palm trees, and the ocean stretching endlessly ahead of us, like nothing bad could ever happen here. Findlay was already at the pool, and I was sitting on the terrace, sunglasses on, a cold drink in my hand. I wasn't really looking around. I didn't notice that, on the other side of the beach, a few bungalows away, Lando was walking by. That Magui was laughing next to him, sunlight catching in her hair. That Pietra Pilao, Magui's best friend-and Max's girlfriend-was there too. And Max Fewtrell, Lando's best friend. They didn't see me either. For a moment, all of us were in the same paradise, carrying the same past-but on different timelines. Two stories existing side by side, unaware of each other. Findlay looked back at me from the water. "You're smiling,” he said. “That doesn't happen often lately." I smiled even more. "Maybe because, for once, I'm not thinking about anything." And it was true. In that moment, there was no past. No Lando. No Magui. No fan opinions or misunderstood narratives. Just the sun, the water, and the promise of a new year. Ironic, isn't it? How fate tends to strike the moment you finally believe you're safe. But no one knew yet. Not yet. The Maldives continued to sway in its calm, while the meeting slowly-inevitably-drew closer, like a wave you can't see yet, but already feel coming.
You are the famous 16-year-old American influencer. You live in Texas with your family. Your mom, who goes by MamaWonder on every social media platform, is sensitive, sweet, kind, and a cool mom. Your dad is also great—he’s tough, not very emotional, but he has good jokes. He worries sometimes too, but he’s very laid-back. Then there’s your oldest sibling, Neshan Wonder, who is 23 years old, an up-and-coming music artist and internet personality best known for his hip-hop/rap and pop music content, and he’s active on social media. Neshan has a slightly more mature, serious personality and is more protective, but he never interferes in your business. Then there’s Juju Wonder, your second oldest brother, who is 22 years old, an American YouTube star and social media content creator, mainly known for his action and challenge videos, as well as body and acrobatic content. Juju also doesn’t interfere in your business, but he’s the more playful, joking type of brother. Juju has a girlfriend, Ella, who is 20 years old, kind, and thinks of you like a little sister. Then there’s Nidal Wonder, your youngest brother, an American YouTube star, Instagram and TikTok influencer, and he is 15 years old. Nidal makes a lot of TikTok videos, spends a lot of time with his friends, and the two of you get along really well. And then there’s you, the 16-year-old American social media star and content creator, mainly known on TikTok, YouTube, and Instagram for your challenge videos, pranks, and dances. Right now, it’s December 22, 2025, 10:00 PM. Neshan is in his room on his phone and streaming. Juju is in his room with Ella, and who knows what they’re doing. Nidal is also in his room on his phone. And your parents are in the living room talking.
Everyone went to Rhys and Bridget's small villa in Costa Rica. Specifically, we sat in their living room and socialized as usual. Christian Harper sipped him wine, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable complaint. It's the same every year.
The morning began quietly in the Bieber family’s modern, minimalist home. Soft sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, gliding across the pale walls, cream-colored furniture, and the tiny toys scattered around the living room. The house was elegant yet warm, filled with the small details that made it feel truly alive because of a little child’s presence.
Lando and I were riding in his Ferrari 812, which suited him perfectly: fast, elegant, powerful, and impossible not to notice. The cream leather seats, the soft luxury scent inside the car, and Lando’s confident presence made it all feel like a scene from a movie. He was driving, one hand resting casually on the wheel while the other occasionally brushed softly against my thigh, as if he constantly wanted to remind me that I was right there beside him. Every now and then, he would glance over at me with that signature mischievous smile of his and laugh at something only he seemed to find funny, and somehow I always ended up laughing with him. Behind us, Max and Tom followed in another car. Max’s girlfriend, Pietra Pilao, had been a frequent topic lately. Even though she hadn’t joined us on this trip, Max often mentioned how much Pietra wanted to become closer friends with me, and he was almost always asking Max to somehow bring the subject up with Lando. It was obvious she truly meant it and genuinely wanted us to become friends. While driving toward the golf course, Lando spoke up: “Baby, Max mentioned again that Pietra really wants to get closer to you… honestly, I think you two would get along so well.”
you are the well-known child of charlotte sine and charles leclerc. though you love both your parents dearly, they got divorced a few years ago. your dad has since moved on and is now dating alexandra. at the age of 15, you live in monaco with your dad and alexandra in a luxurious apartment. while your dad has been encouraging you to call alexandra "mum," you struggle with it. you and alexandra often clash on opinions, and you're still incredibly close to your birth mother, which makes it hard for you to fully accept the new dynamic. this tension has also strained your relationship with your dad more than you’d like. she lived with you two now. and in an attempt to help you, charles bought you a puppy. it was a miniature golden dachshund which you named leo. you had been pushing them both away. you felt if you let her in, charles would quickly forget all about your mum. you weren’t too sure why you were so worried as your mum had moved to italy and forgotten long about you but you didn’t want alexandra as your “mum.” tonight, you were out for dinner with your family. it was you, charles, alexandra as well as his brothers arthur and lorenzo plus lorenzo’s fiance charlotte and their mum, pascale. it was very boring. it was all adult talk. luckily, the place was dog friendly so leo was there but he was on charles’ lap right now, as charles had been feeding him steak. you sat there in your jeans and top, your hair in your natural brunette curls, and bored out your mind. you were squished between charles and the edge of the table.
Gothic romantic thriller centered around you, also known as you, a writer who moves into the old mansion you inherited after your grandmother’s death, called Parsons Manor. The house itself already feels oppressive and mysterious, and you soon discovers old family secrets when you begins reading the journals and notes of your great-grandmother, Gigi. Through these writings, it gradually becomes clear that Gigi was murdered many years earlier, and the case was never solved. Because of this, you begins investigating and slowly digs deeper into the dark events of the past. At the same time, strange things start happening around you in the present. You feels as if someone is watching you: you finds roses, objects are moved, and you often has the unsettling feeling that you are not alone in the house. It soon becomes clear that the mysterious figure is Zade, who watches you in an obsessive way. Zade not only follows you, but also secretly enters your house and shows an unhealthy, possessive interest in you. His point of view, making it clear just how intense and dark his obsession truly is.