Welcome to my inZOI Story Verse - it's is a multi-family storytelling universe set across different lives, cities and generations in inZOI. Follow my Zois through their relationships, struggles, joys and legacies, told through cinematic screenshots and narrative chapters.
(Posts will be shown in chronological order if you click the links below)
🔵 Scott Family Chapters
↳ G② Siyeon Family Chapters
↳ G② Cassian Family Chapters
🟢 Leota Family Chapters
↳ G② Tavio Family Chapters
🟠 Moore Family Chapters
⚠️(All family trees listed below may contain story spoilers! Proceed with caution!)⚠️
📸 BTS Paralives – Innovative Systems & Mechanics ⚙️🔧
Today I'll show you a more in-depth look at some of the mechanics in Paralives which aren't implemented in any other life-sim game available yet. The Paralives devs have clearly put a lot of thoughts into those systems and I think all of them enhance the gaming experience to some extent.
The Storytellers:
From left to right: Ricardo Castello III, Maxence & paradog Stella
All three of them are selectable as storyteller by the player when starting a new game. They are the ones who choose the story cards at the end of every day for you (I already talked about this in my last Paralives post: here ) and let you adjust a lot of the game's settings whenever you feel the need to. While Ricardo is described as a storyteller who will make your paras' lives more challenging, Maxence offers a fair and balanced experience and Stella wants to keep your paras from life's lowest lows, acting as a literal guard dog apparently.
You can switch between all of them as well as adjust all available settings whenever you'd like, making it easy for players to figure out their playstyle along the way.
Group Interactions & Conversations:
You can select multiple paras, e.g. to have a conversation together, by holding the left mouse button and dragging a window across all of them. Once you've done that, the white circles below their feet let you know which paras you have currently selected.
The light-blue frame around the dark-blue action icon in the left corner of the screen indicates that the action includes multiple paras, making it easily visible all the time.
Whenever your para is in a group conversation and you're about to select another action which doesn't allow the group to do it, the game shows you that your chosen para will leave the group to do the action. This is very helpful, especially while getting used to the game.
Your Para's Wishes:
Your para develops wishes throughout the day. Usually there a about 2-4 wishes available which you can choose freely once your para has gained enough points for one of the many emotions implemented -> a small icon on the top right corner of the emotions shows that new ones are available. Fulfilling those wishes (they only stay until your para goes to sleep) grants your para skill points (more on them later).
You can save one of the wishes once you've selected them by pinning it with the pin icon in the top right corner of each wish. I find this very useful for storytelling purposes, because becoming a friend with someone doesn't happen in a day, especially when your para has to go to work, etc.
Skill Points & Traits:
Paras gain points for fulfilling wishes, life goals and community quests. Those can be spent on the four categories of your para's skill set. In the screenshot, all four skills only have up to three bars, but I noticed that it can above that if you choose.
The traits below (for temper, social bonus and talents) are also locked behind fulfilling those things mentioned in the paragraph above. There are plenty of them available which will make your para's social life easier or help them to climb up the ranks of their job faster.
Newborns:
There are already a lot of interactions to do with babies. In the screenshot these are: pick up, feed with bottle (other option available when selecting baby with its mother), cuddle, rock baby, burp baby, play baby airplane, talk to baby.
When your para is about to give birth, your screen will darken and you'll see a pop-up (or multiple xD ) in the upper right corner. Here you get to choose the first name of each baby. The most remarkable thing to me is the surname selection though. You can choose to take the mother's or father's surname, as well as write a new one -> in my case I combined both surnames, as you can see in the screenshot.
Sickness:
Your paras can become sick with stomach flu. Mine got them from work, but I assume it can also be developed by eating rotten meals. This will give your para a new, negative emotion. Additionally, the sick para's needs will change for the duration of the flu: hunger will be ignored completely, while sleep and toilet needs are shortened, thus decreasing faster.
As you can see in the screenshot above, those negative emotions will influence your para's ability to learn and further develop new skills. Once they're healthy again, they will go back to learning everything normally.
The New Paper:
Every day at 5:30 am, the New Paper will be delivered right to your doorstep (-> you can click on the small newspaper icon on the bottom right of the screen). It usually shows you small headlines about recent events in town and can sometimes give you a bonus if one of your para's skills in above a certain number.
Cheats:
There are already a lot of cheats available in the game. For a rotational player like me, being free to disable aging and choosing my paras' life stages with a simple cheat comes in very handy.
To view the full list of cheats, check out the Paralives Wiki.
I hope this post was able to shed some light on the various systems and mechanics of this gorgeous cozy, life-sim game. If you have anything on your mind that you haven't fully figured out yet OR that you want me to talk more about, please let me know in the comments. I'll post some Paralives content every now and then, so I'll gladly include any of your feedback.
The love inside Tavio and Hallie’s little family seemed to grow every single day. It was almost ridiculous when Tavio thought about it. The moment Talani had been born, the feeling had already felt impossibly large, as if there was no room left for it to grow any further. Yet somehow it did. Day after day. Naturally. Like the tide returning to shore again and again.
Evenings became their favorite part of the day. They carried Talani to bed, settling beside her with storybooks balanced across their laps. Some nights it was a tale about brave explorers crossing distant oceans. Other nights it was talking animals, magical forests or stories Talani had already heard a dozen times but still demanded again.
Hallie usually did most of the reading while Tavio added dramatic voices whenever the opportunity presented itself. Talani loved every minute of it. Her giggles often interrupted entire pages.
Eventually, exhaustion always won. Her eyes grew heavier. Her blinks slower. Until finally she drifted off, safe beneath her blanket while her parents quietly slipped from the room.
The strange thing was that neither of them ever seemed tired afterward. Instead, the evening simply shifted into something else.
Sometimes they put on a movie and completely failed to watch it. Twenty minutes later neither could explain what had happened on screen because they had spent the entire time stealing kisses and making each other laugh.
Other nights they disappeared beneath a shared blanket on the couch, whispering nonsense, teasing one another or simply lying close together while the world outside faded into background noise. It felt effortless. Like home.
Then, for four days, everything changed. Hallie had to attend a professional training course overseas. It was an opportunity she could not realistically refuse and both of them knew that. Still, knowing something was necessary did not make it easy.
The house felt different the moment she left. Emptier.
Tavio did everything he could to keep life normal for Talani. He prepared meals, read stories, played games and carried her around the house whenever she wanted attention, but Talani noticed immediately.
She was still too young to understand what four days meant. She only understood that her mother was gone. Every evening became a battle. She cried for Hallie constantly, her small voice breaking Tavio’s heart again and again. He held her, rocked her gently and whispered reassurance into her hair.
“Mama will come back.”
But Talani could not yet understand promises about tomorrow.
Many nights stretched unbearably long. Sometimes she cried until pure exhaustion finally pulled her to sleep. Afterwards, Tavio sat alone in the silent house, missing Hallie almost as much as their daughter did.
Those were four very long days. When Hallie finally returned, the reunion felt almost unreal. Talani spotted her first. One second she was playing in the living room. The next she sprinted toward the front door as fast as her little legs could carry her. Hallie barely had time to put down her bags before a tiny whirlwind crashed into her.
The hug lasted forever. Tavio joined moments later and suddenly all three of them were laughing, talking over one another and refusing to let go. The house felt complete again.
That evening, after Talani finally fell asleep, Hallie rested her head against Tavio’s shoulder.
“Let’s not do that too often,” she murmured.
“Deal,” he replied immediately.
Neither needed further explanation.
One day later, another milestone arrived: Talani’s birthday.
The little girl who had once fit easily into her father’s arms suddenly seemed much bigger. More confident. More expressive. Curious about absolutely everything. She grew into a bright, energetic child with an endless supply of questions and enough enthusiasm to fill every room she entered.
Tavio and Hallie watched her throughout the day with identical expressions. Pride, wonder and disbelief. Time had moved far too quickly.
Yet somehow, standing together in their small house near the beach, watching Talani step into the next chapter of her life, they both knew one thing. No matter how much she grew, she would always be the little girl who taught them what it truly meant to be a family.
🟢 To read the full Tavio story from the beginning, click here.
The Moore family had never planned to become social people. For years, they had been content with quiet routines, familiar faces and the comfort of keeping mostly to themselves. Yet somewhere along the way, without anyone making a conscious decision, their world had grown larger.
Claire noticed it first.
One evening, a group of friends invited her to a small beach party. Nothing extravagant. Just music, drinks and good company beneath the warm Cahayan sky.
She almost declined out of habit. Thankfully, she didn’t.
The evening unfolded into one of those nights people remembered for much longer than expected. Laughter drifted across the sand and music echoed from numerous portable speakers. People danced barefoot until their feet ached and every now and then another champagne cork launched itself into the night air with a loud pop, followed by cheers from whoever happened to be standing nearby.
For hours, Claire forgot to check the time. She laughed harder than she had in months and danced until her legs begged for mercy. When she finally returned home long after midnight, her cheeks hurt from smiling.
Meanwhile Rowan continued one of his favorite traditions.
After school and on most weekends, he often wandered through the streets of Cahaya with no particular destination in mind. He enjoyed seeing what had changed, what people were building, painting or planting.
During one of those walks, he discovered something new. Someone had recently created a large piece of graffiti on a stretch of pavement. It wasn't loud or rebellious. Quite the opposite actually.
The artwork showed a few rolling hills, a large tree and a bright sun in the background with a bird flying by.
Rowan stopped. For several minutes, he simply stood there looking at it. He couldn't fully explain why, but the image made him happy. Maybe it was the colors, maybe the simplicity or maybe it simply felt like home.
Eventually he continued toward the family's favorite café near the beach. Tourists usually filled most of the tables, especially during warmer months. This time, however, almost everyone inside was local.
People greeted him as soon as he entered. A few waved. Others invited him over to join their conversations. Before long, Rowan found himself chatting with fishermen, shop owners, some of his teachers and neighbors he had known for years. Some asked about school. Others wanted updates on his family.
The afternoon disappeared surprisingly quickly.
Later that evening, Miles set out to bring his son home. Experience had taught him that Rowan had an impressive ability to lose track of time whenever he was enjoying himself.
The journey should have taken only a few minutes. Instead, it became a tour of the entire neighborhood. One familiar face stopped him to discuss local news. Another wanted to gossip about recent events on the island. Then someone else waved him over to ask how the family was doing.
Years ago, these interruptions would have exhausted him. Now they felt surprisingly natural.
The problem was that every conversation stole another few minutes. Eventually, Miles glanced at the time and realized the café would close soon. The rest of the journey turned into a light jog. By the final street corner, he was practically running.
When he arrived, slightly out of breath, Rowan looked up from his conversation and laughed. The café staff laughed too. Apparently everyone had expected this outcome.
The next morning brought something even more unexpected. Winter arrived in Cahaya, for the first time in years.
The snowfall was modest and the island's warm sun immediately began fighting against it. By midday, much of the white layer had already started melting away.
For adults, it was little more than an interesting curiosity. For Rowan and his school friends, it was the event of the year.
Every break turned into a race toward the remaining patches of snow. They poked it, threw it, examined it and celebrated every tiny handful they could still find before it disappeared.
After school, they returned outside and continued enjoying what little remained. By sunset, most of it was gone, but that hardly mattered. The memory would last much longer than the snow itself.
A few days later, the island celebrated with a small winter festival at the now completely snow-free beach. Claire would never have missed it.
On her way there, she noticed a familiar face sitting on a stone bench near the promenade. It was one of her former teachers. The two women spent a while talking about old school days, shared memories and the strange feeling of watching time pass faster with every year.
Eventually they said goodbye and Claire continued toward the beach.
Long before she arrived, she could already see the center of the celebration.
A large tree stood near the shoreline, decorated with lights, ribbons and countless ornaments. It wasn't a pine tree. Those simply didn't belong to Cahaya. Instead, the island had transformed one of its broad, round-canopied native trees into something every bit as festive and beautiful.
Beneath its branches rested a collection of wrapped presents while families, friends and neighbors gathered around it beneath the warm evening sky.
Claire stopped for a moment before joining in. The lights reflected softly across the sand. Children ran between the decorations. Laughter carried through the air. Everywhere she looked, people were talking.
Neighbors. Friends. Familiar faces.
For a long time, the Moores had been a family that mostly kept to themselves. Standing there beneath the glowing tree, Claire realized something had changed. Little by little, conversation by conversation, they had become part of the island around them. And somehow, that felt just as much like home as Cahaya itself.
🟠 To read the full Moore story from the beginning, click here.
Before I jump into my first impressions, I wanted to quickly mention something important:
Paralives just entered Early Access, which means the game is still growing and changing over time. Features may evolve, systems may improve and some things may simply feel unfinished for now.
So rather than treating this as a final judgment, I wanted to approach it the same way I approach storytelling: by observing small moments, little surprises and first impressions along the way.
After asking you all what I should specifically keep an eye on, I spent my first 24 hours trying to pay attention not only to mechanics, but also to atmosphere, tiny details and all those little moments life sims are often built around.
One of the biggest questions many of you asked was: Do Paras actually live when nobody pushes them?
My answer after the first day would be: Yes, but with limits.
They are definitely living their own lives, though not in a way that would constantly entertain players without input. To be fair, I don't think I have ever played a life sim where absolutely no player engagement was needed to create meaningful situations over a longer period of time.
Small moments happened naturally much more often than I expected though. Paras reacted surprisingly well to their surroundings through moodlets, facial expressions and little animation changes. When objects broke, frustration became visible. I even noticed wishes forming around those situations, like wanting to repair something that had gone wrong. For an Early Access title, I honestly expected much less.
-> Here you can see my first ever Para Olivier, who desperately tries to fix the toilet before going to work, because it gave him a bad moodlet and he autonomously gained the wish to repair it.
One thing I really enjoyed was how gameplay occasionally created little story hooks without me forcing them. Paralives introduced two systems that constantly pushed me toward situations I probably would not have created myself: Storyteller Cards & Community Boards.
Every night, the Storyteller offered several cards that could shape the following day with goals or suggested interactions. The Community Boards scattered throughout town worked similarly, giving Paras strange little requests from other people around town.
Some of them were unexpectedly funny. At one point I found myself accepting requests without even questioning why someone wanted help destroying sandcastles at the beach.
-> This is a screenshot showing the Storyteller Cards one night. The option on the left and in the middle each bring up three new cards, but players have to stick with whatever stack they choose for the night, so choose wisely =)
Another thing I kept paying attention to was whether the game itself could simply be fun to watch.
And honestly? I think so.
Paralives feels incredibly cozy. The entire game carries this handcrafted feeling where almost everything seems placed with care. NPCs have biographies, homes feel thoughtfully designed and the world itself constantly encourages little discoveries. There are collectibles hidden around town, a museum that rewards curiosity and even small quest systems that make daily life feel less repetitive than the usual "go to work, go home" loop we know from other games.
-> A screenshot showing Olivier who's digging up a mystery chest. Collectible mushrooms are also visible.
Visually, Melino impressed me a lot. The town feels detailed, warm and very close to what the early trailers promised. The art style sits somewhere between cartoony and hand-painted and after a while it started feeling incredibly natural.
Not everything felt fully developed yet, of course.
Character chemistry, for example, did not stand out strongly during my first 24 hours. Paras interacted naturally enough to stay immersive, but I personally did not notice systems that created especially deep chemistry yet.
Jobs currently function as rabbit holes too. Surprisingly though, I enjoyed them more than expected because the progression system around professions feels very fresh. Promotions and work performance often unlock different perks connected to skills, coworkers or completely unexpected bonuses. For me personally, it felt like one of the most interesting rabbit hole systems I have seen in a life sim.
-> Here's a screenshot of the job menu, showing the card with the blue background which is a permanent perk for my para's job, while there are also temporary ones available and ones who simply increase the rank shown above the green text.
As for family gameplay... my baby isn't born yet 😭 so I unfortunately couldn't properly test family interactions during my first day. If you want to know more about family gameplay, please let me know in the comments <3
Overall, after my first 24 hours, Paralives felt exactly like what I hoped it would become: A cozy, atmospheric life simulation full of potential, little discoveries and lots of room to grow. Honestly, I already caught myself saying "just one more in-game day" way too many times xD
Please let me know if there are more things you'd like me to test during the next few days and if you liked this post in general. I've fallen in love with Paralives within a few minutes and would gladly show you more if you want to =)
Lots of love to all of you and have a wonderful week, my friends!
Three weeks had passed. Not dramatic weeks, just the strange kind that moved forward while somehow feeling suspended at the same time.
Cassian had thought about messaging Emily almost every day.
Sometimes while sitting on the upper balcony. Sometimes while lying awake late at night. Sometimes while staring absentmindedly at his phone while a movie played in the background without holding any of his attention.
More than once, he opened their chat and typed. Entire paragraphs. Questions. Thoughts. Things he wanted to tell her. Things he wanted to ask. Then he deleted all of it. Every single time.
Emily herself had reached out occasionally during those weeks, but always briefly. Simple messages, more like short check-ins. Questions asking if he was alright, whether he was sleeping enough, whether things were getting easier. Never much more. Never less. And somehow, that made the silence in between feel even louder.
Three weeks later, Cassian woke unusually early.
Morning light stretched across the room, painting familiar shapes against the walls while the city slowly stirred outside. He stared at the ceiling for several minutes.
Then finally sat up. Without allowing himself time to reconsider, he grabbed his phone. This time he typed quickly. Not because he suddenly knew what to say, but because stopping meant overthinking.
Hey Emily. I hope you're doing well. I miss our evenings together. Please come by sometime soon. I wanted to talk about our last conversation.
Cassian stared at the message. Then pressed send before courage could leave him.
Immediately afterward, regret arrived. Followed by panic. Followed by staring at the screen far longer than necessary.
Then his phone vibrated.
He blinked. The reply contained only four words: I'm coming over.
A second message followed immediately after: Today. 4 PM.
Cassian stared at the screen. Then smiled for the first time in days.
Emily arrived early. Of course she did. Her car pulled up outside his house nearly ten minutes ahead of time, stopping with the same precise confidence she seemed to apply to everything else in life.
Cassian looked through the window and immediately felt something shift inside him. Not relief. Not exactly. Something lighter.
When he stepped outside and saw her standing beside the car, he caught himself smiling again.
Emily looked exactly the same. Dark clothes, composed expression, perfect posture. No visible reaction whatsoever.
Cassian almost laughed, because he knew better now. Emily did not wear emotions in public. Not at the side of streets. Not beneath open skies. Not where people could see. And somehow, knowing that made him strangely happy, because it meant he knew something about her others did not.
He invited her inside. The moment the front door closed behind them, Cassian turned toward her. And immediately realized he did not want to lose his nerve. Not this time.
"I thought about it," he said.
Emily looked at him quietly. Cassian swallowed, then continued.
"I thought about everything."
About her, about what she said, about polyamory, about all of it.
Emily remained silent. Watching. Waiting. Then Cassian stepped closer.
"I want to be part of your life."
No reaction.
"I love you."
Still nothing.
"And don't try to hide it behind that poker face."
A pause.
Then: "I know you."
Emily blinked. Only once. Quickly and almost invisible, but he noticed. Cassian smiled slightly.
"There it is."
For the first time since arriving, Emily looked away, just briefly. Almost thoughtfully. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded strangely careful.
"I don't want a relationship with you."
Cassian frowned and Emily crossed her arms.
"You don't know what you're walking into."
The sentence carried weight. More than the words themselves explained, but Cassian barely hesitated.
"Then show me."
Emily looked up.
"Show me your life."
Silence, but Cassian stepped closer.
"If I hate it, I can still decide to leave later."
Emily stared at him. No mask or distance. Just uncertainty. For a moment, she looked younger somehow. Smaller. And when she spoke again, her voice sounded quieter than he had ever heard it before.
"...And what if it's too late then?"
Silence. No city noise, no movement. Nothing.
Cassian looked at her, then slowly reached for her hand. Pulled her closer and kissed her. Not like two people testing a possibility, rather like two people who had spent weeks standing on the edge of something and finally stopped pretending they could stay there forever.
For the first time in what felt like years, Emily Martin forgot to hide what she felt.
🔵 To read the full Cassian story from the beginning, click here.
🟢② Tavio - Chapter 7: Sunlight, Paint and Baby Bottles
Eight months after transforming the old storage room, life changed again.
Talani Graves-Rivera was born.
Their first daughter entered the world and somehow changed everything at once. Tavio and Hallie looked at her with the same expression every new parent seemed to discover sooner or later. Complete disbelief mixed with overwhelming love. Sleep quickly became fragmented and nights rarely unfolded as planned anymore, but neither of them seemed to care very much.
They were entirely captivated by her. Even exhaustion felt different when it arrived carrying tiny hands, soft sounds and sleepy, little expressions.
Not long after the birth, Hallie returned to her work with the Marine. The adjustment was not always easy, but she stepped back into her routine with the same determination she brought into everything else. While she spent her days carrying responsibility elsewhere, Tavio found his own rhythm at home.
He cared for Talani attentively, almost instinctively.
The arrangement fit naturally into the life they had built. During the peaceful hours when Talani slept in her small bed, Tavio returned to his paintings. The house often became quiet then. Brushes moved across canvas while sunlight wandered slowly through the rooms.
His work still did not bring in much money. Not yet. But Hallie remained the steady foundation beneath everything, allowing him the freedom to continue learning and improving without pressure constantly waiting behind him. Tavio appreciated that more than he often put into words.
At night, whenever Talani needed a bottle or simply wanted comfort, Tavio usually rose first. Hallie often barely had time to wake before he had already left the room with the baby in his arms.
He never treated it like sacrifice. He simply knew how much energy her work demanded. Letting her sleep a little longer felt natural to him, something done without discussion.
On Hallie's free weekends, they slowly learned how to divide time in ways that felt fair. Parenting quickly taught them that rest mattered just as much as presence. They took turns stepping away for small moments of silence while making sure neither missed the tiny things that somehow became important.
Because with Talani, even ordinary moments suddenly mattered. A sleepy smile. A strange little sound. Tiny hands reaching toward nothing in particular.
Sometimes one of them walked down to the beach in front of the house for a short while, simply to breathe and exist without crying, babbling or constant movement surrounding them. Just a few minutes alone often felt enough.
Still, they never lost themselves entirely inside the routines of parenthood. Their time together remained.
When Hallie was not spending time training, she often sat beside Tavio while he painted. Sometimes she watched silently. Sometimes she asked questions. And every single time, she reacted to his creativity with the same amazement she had shown from the beginning.
Tavio always smiled at that, because even now, after everything had changed, Hallie still looked at him as if discovering something new. And somewhere between paint-covered hands, sleepless nights and the sound of waves outside their home, life had become fuller than either of them could have imagined.
🟢 To read the full Tavio story from the beginning, click here.
📸 BTS #7 – 🎮 Quick community question (incl. poll)
Many people in the inZOI / life sim community seem curious about Paralives, just like me, so I wondered: would you be interested in a post about my first 24 hours in the game?
Just first impressions, little discoveries and honest thoughts in general. With screenshots of course, you know how much I love taking those =)
(Additional info: If you want to see it and vote accordingly, the post would approximately go online between 22pm CEST May 26 - 3am CEST May 27)
Would you be interested in a Paralives First Impressions post?
Yes, I'd love that 👀
Maybe, depends on the content 🤔 (comment your ideas / questions below!)
I’m here for inZOI only 🌿
Voting ended onMay 20
If you would like to see a Paralives BTS First impressions post:
What would you be most curious about? 👀
Building? Paramaker? Performance? Family gameplay? Tiny details? Anything else?
Feel free to let me know in the comments and I'll gladly keep an eye out for you during my first 24 hours with the game. As some of you already know, I usually try to take all your comments into consideration, so please share anything that you'd be interested in <3
The school days had settled into familiar rhythms again. During recess, Corvin rarely stood still for long enough to be found in the same place twice. One moment he chased a soccer ball across the schoolyard, the next he disappeared into a loud game of tag with half a dozen classmates running after him.
Still, no matter where Auron spent his breaks, he always checked for his younger brother at least once. It had become routine by now. Sometimes he spotted Corvin immediately. Sometimes it took a minute. But sooner or later, he always found him somewhere in the moving crowd.
Not because he expected something to happen. Corvin simply occupied a strange space in Auron’s mind where concern and confidence existed at the same time. Because somehow, despite his endless energy and complete disregard for caution, Corvin was surprisingly sturdy.
If he tripped, he stood up. If he scraped his knee, he complained for approximately ten seconds before sprinting off again as if nothing had happened. Auron had long accepted that his younger brother seemed nearly indestructible.
The rest of Auron’s breaks rarely changed either. He spent all of them beside Nanako.
Most days they stood together in a small circle with their closest friends, talking about whatever occupied the school that week. Rumors. Teachers. Exam results. Who had somehow survived difficult assignments and who had clearly not.
The topics changed constantly, but somehow Auron and Nanako always ended up standing close together, occasionally exchanging looks only the two of them fully understood. Without realizing it, they had become nearly inseparable and nobody around them seemed particularly surprised by it anymore.
At home, things looked very different. Age differences had never mattered much inside the Scott household. Even now, despite the years between them, Auron and Corvin spent an absurd amount of time being completely ridiculous together.
Sometimes they wrestled across the couch cushions. Sometimes they argued dramatically over meaningless things. Sometimes they simply laughed until nobody remembered what had even started it.
Auron never seemed to mind. He had always been gentle by nature, endlessly patient in ways most people noticed immediately. And when it came to Corvin, there was very little he would not do.
One evening during dinner, Corvin suddenly looked up from his food. Henry sat nearby while Auron absentmindedly picked at the last few bites on his plate.
Without warning, Corvin spoke.
“You know…”
The room stayed quiet. Corvin looked directly at his older brother.
“I think you're really cool.”
Auron blinked.
Corvin continued eating for another second before casually adding: “When I grow up, I wanna be tall and strong like you.”
The words came so naturally that he barely seemed aware of what he had said. Auron looked at him immediately. There was no teasing response. No embarrassed reaction. Only warmth. The kind that reached his eyes before anything else.
Across the table, Henry quietly watched the moment unfold and somewhere deep inside him, something softened immediately. Because no matter how much children grew, no matter how different they became, seeing one child become someone another looked up to never stopped feeling special.
Several weeks later, another beginning arrived. Early in the morning, Yujin stood in front of Adam Entertainment for her first official day of work. She looked calm. Perhaps even relaxed, but only on the surface. Inside, nervousness moved through her in waves she tried very hard not to show.
Fortunately, that feeling did not last long. Almost instantly she discovered that the people around her were kind, welcoming and surprisingly helpful. Questions never felt inconvenient. Mistakes never felt embarrassing. The atmosphere softened her worries quickly.
By her very first day, she was already invited to participate in an important team meeting where monthly numbers and strategies were discussed. Marketing plans. Idol schedules. Audience reactions. New ideas.
Yujin listened carefully. The entire world felt unfamiliar, but exciting. Very exciting.
Later, during lunch break, she spotted a familiar face. Siyeon. The moment her daughter saw her, her face brightened immediately. The excitement was impossible to miss.
They sat together through the entire break, talking and laughing so much that neither fully noticed how quickly the time passed.
Siyeon looked genuinely happy. Not simply because her mother worked in the same building now, but because Yujin had found something that belonged only to her. Something beyond routines, beyond motherhood, beyond caring for everyone else first. And somehow, seeing that felt important.
That same day became important for someone else too. Corvin had reached another small milestone. He was no longer considered a child. Now, officially, he had become a pre-teen.
Of course, Corvin himself mostly cared about what this meant immediately. More freedom. More independence. More opinions people supposedly had to listen to. And if there was one thing everyone in the Scott household already knew - Corvin had never exactly struggled to make his will known before.
Now, it simply seemed likely that his determination had become even stronger and somehow, everyone suspected the household would notice it very soon.
🔵 To read the full Scott story from the beginning, click here.
Elian and Yeseo continued to spend almost every free moment together.
One afternoon, they visited the Art Gallery in Bliss Bay. The quiet halls felt strangely comforting, filled with soft footsteps, distant conversations and the colors of countless paintings lining the walls. They wandered slowly from room to room, stopping often to take selfies together or photograph each other in front of the works created by local artists.
Yeseo especially loved one particular painting: It showed a woman sitting at a beach with her back turned toward the viewer, gazing out at the ocean while the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon. The colors were warm and fading at the same time, the entire image carrying a quiet loneliness that somehow felt peaceful.
Elian stood beside her for a while without speaking.
“I think I could stare at this forever,” Yeseo murmured eventually.
He glanced at her instead of the painting.
“Yeah,” he answered softly. “I get that.”
The city itself slowly became part of their relationship.
More and more often, they met at Liberty Square in the center of Bliss Bay. Especially late in the evening, the place transformed into something almost dreamlike. The surrounding stores glowed softly with warm light, reflections shimmered across the pavement and the subtle illumination of the square wrapped everything in a calm, romantic atmosphere. They spent so many hours there.
Sometimes they talked about old school memories, embarrassing moments, teachers they secretly liked or disliked. Other times they spoke about the present; about videos, dreams, insecurities and all the small things that made up their days. And occasionally, quietly and without much caution, they spoke about the future as if sharing it already felt natural.
People passing by often noticed them. Two teenagers sitting close together beneath the city lights, smiling softly at one another, sometimes pausing mid-conversation just to steal another kiss. It was the kind of sight that lifted the mood of strangers without them fully realizing why.
Meanwhile, life inside the Leota household continued to move forward in its own way.
Seris was no longer the tiny baby everyone had once carefully carried from room to room. She had grown into a lively little child whose energy reached every corner of the house. One of her favorite places was the old rocking horse that had originally been bought for Tavio many years earlier. She often sat on it while watching television, rocking back and forth endlessly as if the movement itself helped her imagine entire worlds.
Tavio’s old teddy bear had become equally important to her.
The plush toy, nearly as large as she was, accompanied her everywhere. Sometimes she arranged small tea parties for him in the living room, carefully placing cups and imaginary desserts in front of him. Other times she sat beside him quietly and told him about the enormous dreams only children could describe so seriously. Dreams about castles, beaches, stars and places that perhaps only existed inside her own head.
Oriana occasionally paused in the doorway just to watch. The sight always carried something strange and beautiful with it. Small reminders that time moved through the house, leaving traces of every child behind for the next one to discover.
Happy birthday, not-so-little Seris <3
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🔵② Cassian - Chapter 4: When Love Refused a Single Name
After Emily had picked up the last of Octavia’s belongings weeks earlier, she never fully disappeared from Cassian’s life again.
At first, the visits seemed incidental. A short stop after work. A conversation that lasted longer than expected. Shared dinners that began casually and ended hours later without either of them noticing how much time had passed.
But eventually, her presence became routine. Emily appeared at his house several times a week now, sometimes carrying takeout containers, sometimes arriving empty-handed and simply occupying the silence beside him as if she had always belonged there.
Strangely enough, whenever she was around, Cassian’s thoughts stopped drifting backward. For the first time in months, his mind remained in the present.
Not with Octavia. Not with the empty spaces she had left behind. Just… here. With Emily.
The two of them understood each other almost instinctively. Conversations rarely needed much explanation. One sentence often became enough for the other to understand the rest. Even their silences felt unusually complete.
Cassian found himself looking forward to the sound of her arriving. That realization alone unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
Months passed that way. Quietly.
One evening, they sat together at Cassian’s dining table after finishing the food Emily had brought over from a small restaurant somewhere deeper within Dowon’s nightlife district. Empty containers remained scattered across the table, neither of them motivated enough to clean up immediately.
The room glowed softly beneath the warm kitchen lights. Emily leaned back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, lazily turning a glass between her fingers while Cassian watched her without fully realizing he was doing it again. Or perhaps he did realize it.
This time, Emily noticed too clearly to ignore it.
“You keep doing that,” she said.
Cassian blinked. “Doing what?”
“Looking at me like you’re trying to solve something.”
A faint smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
“Maybe I am.”
Emily exhaled a quiet laugh, though it faded quickly into something more thoughtful.
“You should know something before this becomes confusing,” she said calmly.
Cassian straightened slightly, his attention sharpening immediately. Emily’s expression remained composed, almost practiced.
“I’m not interested in monogamy,” she explained. “Not really. I never have been.”
The words landed gently, but directly. Cassian stayed quiet for a moment. Emily continued before he could misunderstand her silence.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re attractive,” she added honestly. “You are. Very much, actually.”
That caught him slightly off guard.
“But I prefer polyamory.”
Cassian tilted his head faintly.
“Why?”
Emily’s gaze drifted briefly toward the city lights beyond the windows.
“Because life’s too short to share it with only one incredible person.”
The sentence settled heavily into the room. Not dramatic. Not provocative. Just sincere.
Cassian found himself unexpectedly curious instead of resistant. The idea itself felt unfamiliar, almost distant from everything he had known growing up. His parents. Siyeon and Luca. Every stable relationship around him had always followed the same shape. One person. One love. One future.
Emily seemed to exist outside of that entirely. Before he could ask more, she stood.
“I should go,” she said.
Cassian looked up. “Already?”
Emily smiled faintly.
“You need time to think about what I said,” she replied. “And I’d rather you actually think about it than just react to me sitting here.”
She grabbed her coat, then paused near the doorway.
“And don’t over-romanticize it in your head,” she added with a small grin. “It’s still complicated.”
Then she left and for once, Cassian did not immediately feel abandoned by a closing door. Only thoughtful.
The following days passed slowly. Cassian spent much of his time on the upper balcony, stretched out across one of the loungers while the cold evening air moved softly through the neighborhood around him.
Again and again, his thoughts returned to the same sentence: Life’s too short to share it with only one incredible person.
At first, the idea felt almost impossible to place inside himself. Everything he knew about love had been singular. Focused. Exclusive. But the more he thought about it, the less impossible it seemed. Maybe love did not lose value simply because it existed more than once. Maybe different forms of closeness could coexist without replacing each other. Maybe people simply loved differently. And maybe that was alright.
Eventually, curiosity overcame hesitation. One evening, while sitting alone beneath the dim balcony light, Cassian picked up his phone and sent Emily a message.
He told her he wanted to understand it better. That he wanted to learn more.
Her response came only a few minutes later.
Don’t start thinking this was an invitation.
A laughing emoji followed immediately after.
Cassian stared at the message for a second before quietly laughing to himself for the first time in what felt like months. Then he leaned back against the lounger again, the cold air brushing against his face while the city lights flickered endlessly in the distance. Somewhere along the way, without fully noticing it, the world had started moving forward again.
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🌿 Sunlit Sophistication
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🍂 Light Fall / Winter Outfit
Layered textures and muted tones made this one feel calm and grounded. Comfort came first, but it still carried a subtle sense of structure, especially for children.
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Relaxed and easy, built for slow walks and unplanned stops. Nothing stood out too much and that’s exactly what made it feel right. A comfy style for pretty much any occasion.
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Sunlit Sophistication (skirt, highheels)
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Rowan spent a surprising amount of time at the table these days, surrounded by notebooks, open pages and small handwritten notes scattered between his school materials. What began as simple homework often turned into something else entirely. Cahaya offered more to learn than any textbook could hold.
He read about the fish that moved through the surrounding waters, which ones could be caught and which ones needed to be protected. He learned about the fragile timing of baby sea turtles, how they fought their way out of the sand and toward the ocean, and how careful people had to be not to interfere too much. Other days, he focused on materials found across the island. Wood, stone, fibers. What they could become, how they were used and why certain things lasted longer than others.
The questions rarely stopped when the homework was done. In the evenings, Rowan often found Claire or Miles somewhere around the house and began asking. Sometimes it started with something small, something specific, but it never stayed there. One answer led to another question, then another, until the conversation stretched longer than expected.
Claire answered patiently, adding what she knew. Miles often filled in the gaps or admitted when he didn’t know either. Those moments didn’t seem to bother Rowan. If anything, they encouraged him to look further on his own. Curiosity had become part of his routine.
Claire and Miles made sure that their own routines did not disappear in the process. Every two weeks, once Rowan had settled for the evening, they left the house together. Nothing elaborate, just time set aside on purpose.
Most nights, their path led them to the stretch of beach between the main island and the resort. The place carried a familiarity by now. The water was clear enough to see the movement beneath the surface even in the fading light.
They stayed in the ocean longer than necessary, drifting slowly through the water, surrounded by small schools of fish that moved without urgency. Conversations came and went, sometimes fading into silence completely.
On certain evenings, the resort came alive in the distance. Small drones lifted into the sky, forming soft patterns of light above the surface. From where Claire and Miles floated, the reflections stretched across the surface, breaking apart with every wave around them.
They watched without speaking much. There was no need.
At some point, one of them always brought it up. Not deliberately, not as a planned topic, but as something that returned naturally.
The first time they met again after all those years. The moment Claire recognized him among countless faces and chose to speak.
It still felt unlikely in retrospect. And yet, it had happened.
Miles sometimes glanced at her then, as if checking whether the memory had changed. It hadn’t. Neither had what followed.
Back at home, Rowan had his own version of those quiet evenings.
With only a neighbor occasionally checking in, the house felt different without his parents. Not empty, just open. He used the time without hesitation.
Documentaries played on the television or computer more often than anything else. Oceans, forests, animals he would likely never see in person. He watched closely, sometimes pausing, sometimes rewinding, absorbing details others might have missed.
Other nights, he sat with his tablet, moving from one article to the next. Cahaya again. Its history, its ecosystems, small details about places he already knew but had never really looked at this way before. The island grew larger the more he learned about it.
By the time Claire and Miles returned, the lights were often still on. Rowan rarely said much about what he had been doing. But the next day, the questions returned. Slightly different each time. More precise.
And somewhere between homework, late-night research and lively conversations, something continued to take shape.
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The afternoon light rested over Harang River Park, stretching across the water in golden reflections. Luca had not planned to stay long. He had only come to clear his head, to step outside the rhythm that had taken hold of his days again.
He noticed Cassian before he fully registered it. Standing near the path, dressed as always now - clean lines, pressed fabric, a suit that felt slightly out of place against the casual movement of the park and yet somehow fitting him perfectly.
Luca approached with an easy smile.
“Still going with that look?” he asked, gesturing toward the suit. “I won’t lie… it confused me at first.”
Cassian glanced down at himself briefly, then back up.
“Yeah?”
Luca nodded. “Yeah. But it works. You wear it well.”
A small pause settled between them, comfortable enough not to demand filling.
“How are things?” Cassian asked after a moment. “With you and Siyeon?”
Luca’s expression remained steady.
“We’re good,” he said. “Just… busy. Work’s been a lot for both of us.”
It wasn’t a lie. Just not complete.
Cassian accepted it with a quiet nod. He didn’t press further. Neither of them did. They stood there a little longer, exchanging small observations about the city, routines, things that stayed safely on the surface. Then, without needing to say much more, they parted ways again.
At the studio, the atmosphere felt entirely different. Voices overlapped, bright and eager, filling the short break between sessions. A few of the younger trainees had gathered around Siyeon, their attention fixed on her in a way she had grown used to, though it never fully settled.
“How do you stay so consistent?” one of them asked, eyes wide with genuine admiration.
“And your stage presence… it feels so natural.”
Another chimed in before Siyeon could answer.
“I want to be like you someday.”
Siyeon smiled. She answered carefully, offering small pieces of advice that sounded right. Practice. Patience. Trust the process. The kind of words people expected to hear, the kind that fit neatly into business conversations like this.
They listened closely, nodding along, holding onto every sentence as if it carried something essential.
For a moment, Siyeon watched them instead of speaking. The way they looked at her. The certainty in their admiration. It was simple. Clean. Easy to understand.
She wondered, briefly, what they would see if they looked a little closer. Not at the performances. Not at the rehearsals. But at everything that stayed hidden behind it.
The thought passed as quickly as it had come. By the time the break ended, she had slipped back into place without hesitation.
When she returned home that evening, the loft was quiet. The kind of silence that did not feel empty, only waiting. She stepped through the rooms slowly before making her way up to the rooftop terrace. Luca was already there.
He sat on one of the loungers, his posture relaxed but distant, his gaze resting somewhere beyond the city skyline. The last light of the day stretched across the open space, softening the edges of everything it touched.
Siyeon didn’t say anything at first. She simply sat down beside him. For a while, they stayed like that. Side by side. Silent. Breathing in the same rhythm without needing to acknowledge it.
The city moved below them, distant and steady. Then, almost without planning it, Siyeon spoke.
“I keep thinking about it,” she said quietly.
Luca didn’t ask what she meant.
“I know,” he replied.
The words settled between them, heavier than anything they had said in weeks. She drew in a slow breath.
“It felt real,” she continued. “Even if it was only for a short time.”
Luca leaned forward slightly, his hands resting together, his eyes fixed on the ground for a moment before he spoke.
“I started thinking about things I didn’t even realize I wanted yet,” he admitted. “Like… it was already part of something bigger.”
Siyeon nodded.
“I was scared,” she said. “But not in a bad way. Just… aware.”
Another pause. This one different. Not empty. Not avoiding. Present.
“I didn’t know how to talk about it,” Luca said after a while. “I thought maybe you needed space.”
“I thought the same about you,” she replied softly.
A faint, almost incredulous smile crossed his face.
“Of course you did.”
She let out a quiet breath that almost resembled a laugh. For the first time since it had happened, the weight shifted. Not gone. But shared.
“I miss it,” she said.
Luca nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
No explanations followed. No attempts to make sense of it. Just the acknowledgment. Somehow, that was enough. The evening settled around them, softer now. The air felt different, lighter in a way neither of them had expected.
Later that night, the loft carried a familiar kind of calm again. Luca sat on the couch, the television running quietly in the background, more presence than focus. The light flickered gently across the room. Siyeon sat beside him, a book resting open in her hands. They didn’t speak much. They didn’t need to.
At some point, Luca shifted slightly closer, his arm brushing against hers. She didn’t react, but she didn’t move away either. The distance that had existed between them for weeks had finally given way to something else. Not a solution. Not an answer. Just closeness. Real, steady and genuine.
Siyeon turned a page. Luca let out a breath, his attention drifting somewhere between the screen and the moment itself. For the first time in a long while, the silence felt right again. Not heavy. Not fragile. Just shared.
Somewhere within that understanding, a thought settled gently into place: Maybe they really could carry everything that came their way. Together.
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Every week, almost like a ritual he had set for himself, Elian gathered his parents in the living room to give a small update. He never called it that directly, but the structure was unmistakable. He stood there with his tablet in hand, occasionally glancing down at it, then back up again as he explained how things were going.
His social media presence, as he liked to phrase it, had grown steadily. Three thousand followers now. Not just numbers, he emphasized, but people who reacted, replied and, most importantly, stayed. He talked about engagement, about timing, about what worked and what didn’t, using terms that felt oddly technical in the Leotas' home.
Nalu listened closely, leaning back with a thoughtful expression, while Oriana asked questions whenever something caught her attention. Neither of them fully understood the mechanics behind it, but they understood him and that was enough.
“So they… comment on everything?” Oriana wondered at one point, genuinely curious.
“Not everything,” Elian replied, a faint smile forming. “But enough.”
There was a pride in the room. Not loud, not overwhelming. Just present.
On most evenings, though, Elian’s attention was elsewhere.
Every second night, almost without exception, he met Yeseo. At some point, without announcing it, her name in his phone had gained a small heart beside it. It was a detail no one had pointed out, yet somehow everyone had noticed.
Their meetings stretched longer than planned sometimes. What started as a simple walk or a short visit turned into hours slipping by unnoticed. Conversations lingered. Goodbyes took longer than intended.
And at home, that did not always go unnoticed either.
“You said you’d be back earlier,” Nalu remarked one evening, his tone calm but firm.
Elian nodded, already halfway past the doorway. “I know.”
It was not defiance in the usual sense. More a quiet certainty. He accepted the consequences without argument, as if the time spent with her justified everything else.
Oriana exchanged a brief glance with Nalu once the door had closed behind him.
“He’ll figure it out,” she said softly.
Nalu nodded, though his expression suggested he knew that some things were meant to be experienced rather than explained.
While Elian’s world expanded outward, another kind of energy filled the house from within: Seris.
The youngest of the family had developed a talent for movement that seemed almost strategic. The moment attention slipped, even for a second, she was gone. Not far, never out of reach, but always just far enough to turn a quiet moment into a small search.
More often than not, she was found in the middle of something. A tipped-over paper bin, its contents spread across the floor in a chaotic pattern she seemed oddly proud of. Or the living room, where sofa cushions had been pulled apart and redistributed with surprising determination.
She moved quickly, her small hands already reaching for the next object before anyone could fully react.
“Nalu!” Oriana called out from the hallway, half laughing, half exhausted.
“I see it,” he replied, stepping in just as Seris attempted to drag another cushion across the room.
Moments like these no longer carried the same sense of urgency they might have once had. With their third child, experience had settled in. Movements were quicker, reactions calmer, solutions almost automatic.
Oriana lifted Seris with ease, brushing a strand of hair from her face as the little girl let out a satisfied sound, as if the chaos itself had been the goal all along.
“She’s fast,” Oriana murmured.
“Too fast,” Nalu answered, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
They began restoring the room without rushing. Cushions returned to their places, papers gathered, order slowly reassembled. In the middle of it all, Seris watched them with bright, curious eyes, already searching for the next small world to rearrange.
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