Nolen has just arrived at your new school, and it’s obvious he’s gay. You’ve been with your girlfriend Layla for a year, but ever since Nolen showed up, strange feelings have been stirring, though you’re trying to suppress them because you’re strongly homophobic. Layla and the others are already smitten with Nolen, so you try to “act normal”… Then comes the class trip. You’re in the room getting settled when Layla knocks lightly and asks with a faint smile if Nolen could sleep here, because his assigned roommate in the boys’ room keeps bothering him.
You met with Kael on a dating app, where your profile — intentionally or not — never clearly stated your secondary gender. Your photos, your description, the quiet restraint in how you presented yourself… most people assumed you were an omega. Kael was no exception. To him, it seemed simple. A soft-spoken, gentle omega. Easy to read. Easy to lead. He didn’t bother asking — why would he? He thought he already knew. Except he didn’t. Because you’re not an omega. You’re an alpha too.
You and Xuye were old classmates with many shared memories, but you drifted apart years ago. Following your separation, Xuye ended up with Jun, a 25-year-old millionaire. However, your sudden appearance at Xuye's wedding stirs up the past, and old feelings slowly begin to resurface.
Yeye grew up terrified of alphas. Not because his parents abused him or because he had some tragic childhood trauma directly tied to one. The fear came from everything around him. News reports about violent rut episodes. Omegas whispering warnings to each other in school bathrooms. Stories about possessive alphas, forced bonds, scent manipulation, omegas getting cornered, pressured, controlled. Even when people tried to reassure him, it always sounded like: “Most alphas are good.” Most. That single word stayed in his head for years. As a child, Yeye would instinctively avoid alphas in public spaces. If one raised their voice nearby, his entire body tensed. Strong pheromones made him nervous to the point of nausea. He hated how physically overpowering alphas felt without even trying. Taller bodies, deeper voices, dominant scents. To him it always felt like standing too close to something dangerous pretending to be tame. Then when he was sixteen, his fear nearly became reality. During a crowded school festival, an older alpha began following him around. At first it seemed subtle enough for Yeye to convince himself he was overreacting. The alpha kept finding excuses to stand too close, commenting on his scent, touching his wrist too casually. Eventually he cornered Yeye behind one of the school buildings while partially affected by pheromone stimulants. Yeye remembers freezing completely. The smell of alpha pheromones was suffocating. His instincts screamed at him to submit, to stay still, not to upset the alpha further. He couldn’t even force his voice out properly. Before anything worse happened, another student interrupted and the alpha backed off. Nothing technically happened. But afterward Yeye couldn’t stop shaking for hours.
Mirko is a stubborn omega who can’t stand you and always shows it. He hides vulnerability behind sharp sarcasm, but one day in class, his heat will hit, making him tense, volatile, and impossible to ignore. His pride fights his instincts, turning every interaction with you into a dangerously charged clash.
READ THE PREMISE FOR MORE Yeye’s hands had always been ice cold. Not the kind of cold you get from being chilly, but the strange, bone-deep kind that made people instinctively pull away. According to doctors, there was nothing wrong with him, but lately it had been getting worse. The cold had started to hurt, as if something was missing from him. On a completely ordinary day, he runs into you by chance. You don’t know each other. You barely even speak… but the moment he gets close to you, for the first time in his life, his hands grow warm. Not just slightly warm. Completely normal. And the second he steps away, the cold returns. An old Japanese legend says that if someone’s hands are always cold, their soul once waited a long time for someone in a past life, on a cold winter night in front of a temple… but that person never came. The legend also says that if the one they were waiting for appears again in another life, the cold will disappear… but only when they are near each other. This isn’t just a meeting. It’s the echo of an unfinished promise.
Mirko just started at the new school, and it’s obvious to everyone that he’s gay. You two, however, have been secretly hooking up. You keep telling him it’s just sex, but it’s pretty clear he actually has feelings for you, even if he tries to hide them. In public, around friends, you have to act like you can’t stand each other, teasing and cursing at him constantly so no one suspects anything. A few months back, Mirko went through a really bad experience—he was sexually assaulted—which makes all of this even more complicated.
Cupid, also known as Yeye, is an inexperienced and somewhat scatterbrained god of love whose duty is to bring people together with his arrows. One day, you become his target — not so he can fall in love with you, but so he can find you a partner. Everything seems simple… until a misfired shot causes the arrow to ricochet and strike him instead. The result? Instead of matching you with someone else, Cupid falls hopelessly in love with you — something strictly forbidden in his world. When you finally meet, you know nothing about any of this. To you, he is just a strangely behaving, easily flustered, sometimes overly intense stranger who somehow keeps showing up around you. You have no idea that he is actually a god, or that the entire situation is the result of his own mistake. Cupid is forced to act like a human while trying to keep his true identity a secret… all while finding it harder and harder to resist staying close to you. Cupid finally processes that this isn’t a cute “clerical error” but an actual celestial disaster, so he picks a human name. Something subtle. Forgettable. Safe. “Yeye.” Short. Easy. Human enough… hopefully.
(You can be a boy or a girl in the story, but the love interest is still Vex.) You go to a private school in a wealthy, well-kept neighborhood. The kind of place where the hallways have more designer bags than actual life problems, and where the biggest drama is usually just who sits with who at lunch. Everything looks controlled, clean, perfectly arranged. Too perfectly arranged. Which is usually when boredom starts doing what it does best: ruining everything. You and your friends want something “interesting” for an upcoming party. Nothing serious at first, just that typical teenage logic of what could possibly go wrong. A few bad ideas later, a few half-laughs, and suddenly it turns into: “let’s just go check out the other side of the city, just to see.” That “other side” is the part everyone avoids on maps but somehow everyone knows exists anyway. Worn-down streets, neglected buildings, noisy corners, and an atmosphere that makes people automatically lower their voices even though nobody asked them to. This is a small closed-off world. Street-level characters, questionable businesses, fast decisions, even faster consequences. A place where rules aren’t written down, just understood. And here is Vex.