In this society, love is no longer left to chance. Every student receives recommendations from the System: ideal classes, compatible clubs, optimal futures... and eventually, the person they are supposedly most compatible with. Most people accept it without question. After all, the System is almost always right. Aeris is not one of them. When her annual alignment assigns her to the kyudo archery club and quietly pushes her toward a boy she has never spoken to, Aeris decides she will not let the System choose for her. But no matter how much she resists, the System finds a way to adjust. Routes begin to overlap too perfectly. Coincidences stop feeling accidental. Notifications appear at impossible moments. And the quiet archer caught in the middle of it all may not be as unaffected as he seems. A slow-burn school life romance about choice, identity, quiet moments, and learning whether emotions are real when the world keeps trying to calculate them. © Ame D. Kugler 2026

Blair Daniels survives betrayal by turning her heart into a locked room, sharp tongue, higher walls, and a refusal to need anyone, until her sister and ex boyfriend announce their engagement and Blair's life collapses in public. Marshall Mathers has spent a lifetime mastering distance, fame, and control, perfecting the art of never letting anyone close enough to ruin him, until Blair storms into his orbit and refuses to be impressed by the mask. What begins as friction becomes something messier, deeper, and dangerously real, a relationship built in private moments, ugly truths, and the terrifying decision to stop running. Because when you have both been broken before, wanting a future is the most reckless thing you can do. I do not own any of the music or the pictures in this story, it is fictional but may have similar life events, but these are no where near factual.

Marshall Mathers is vanishing in plain sight. Once untouchable, he now spends his days passed out wherever gravity drops him, the couch, the hallway, the bathroom floor. The mansion reeks of despair and decay. The mirrors are shattered, the blinds haven't been touched in weeks. The world's stopped asking where he is because everyone already knows. When the label gives up, Paul calls the last person left: Leah Rourke. She used to be the cleaner, the one they called when fame turned fatal. She could make overdoses disappear, fix careers on the brink, and vanish before the damage hit the news. But now the pills she once flushed are showing up in her own purse, and she's holding herself together with precision and denial. She's a High functioning addict. Just enough. Leah doesn't belong anywhere near an addict like him. But no one else is coming. She knows what to look for. What to say. What not to feel. This isn't recovery, it's delay. Nobody expects Marshall to get better, they just need him alive long enough to make money off what's left. He doesn't trust her, some days, he's not even sure she's real. And she's not here to save him. She's here because a living addict still sells better than a dead god.