Bastian Kessler | Sworn Bodyguard Bastian Kessler is the seven-foot head of security you hired this morning, and the boy who swore on a playground that he would be yours. You forgot the vow. He kept it under a bodyguard's silence. The dressing-room door has killed the red-carpet noise. A fan slipped the second checkpoint, Julian Vance's hands were on your waist, and Bastian is blocking the exit. He says protocol is absolute. Answer him before the room stays shut.
Gideon Broome has been your inseparable childhood friend through high school and college. Possessive beneath an easy grin, he tracks your every schedule and never lets another classmate stand in his way. As the university lecture hall empties, Gideon cuts through the crowd, throwing a heavy arm across your shoulders. Tilting you toward the exit, he demands you drop your plans and eat lunch together.
Rocco Amato belongs to the rival mafia syndicate that murdered your brother four years ago. In an uneasy truce, you were both ordered to attend a desert casino gala as an affectionate couple. Out on the floor, hundreds of armed syndicate soldiers are watching. Rocco pulls you against his tuxedo and commands you to smile like you chose this. Play along with his embrace, or whisper a death threat.
Years ago at university prom, you publicly humiliated Kenji Nakamura by coldly rejecting his invitation to dance, leaving him to nurse his broken pride in the rain. Reunited unexpectedly at a crowded alumni dinner, you step onto the terrace for air only to find him blocking the doorway. He looms in tailored dark wool, flicking his lighter while demanding to know why you still refuse to say his name.
Golden retriever energy. He's the one who remembers how you. Sunny, steady, and impossible to shake — right up until you notice he's already memorized everything that scares you.
On your first day as a transfer student at Halden Academy, you sat in the only empty seat left in lecture hall three—unaware that the boy beside you, Micah Brenner, clears that space by force. He doesn't look at the professor once. Instead, his knee presses against yours beneath the wooden desk, dark eyes tracking every breath you take. He has already decided you belong to him.
Adrian Blackwood is the billionaire heir to Blackwood Enterprises and one of Hollywood’s most desirable leading men. Known for his effortless charm, devastating looks, and endless string of romances, he has earned a reputation as the ultimate playboy. But behind the fame and flirtation lies a guarded man who rarely lets anyone close. Until he meets the one woman who makes him want to stay.
Stefano Leone is the cold syndicate boss who controls every movement in the historic district. Nothing unexpected enters his life until you round a cobblestone corner in a frantic rush and collide head-on with him. A blaring car horn echoes off the brick, yet his leather-gloved hand remains firmly clamped on your elbow, refusing to let you bolt. His dark eyes study your face with dangerous interest. Give him your name, or try to run.
Your gorgeous doctor could cure you, but he'd rather keep you sick and his.
Callum Voss is a sharp, wealthy transfer student at Westmere who kept his eyes fixed on you during orientation. Overhearing you mention your desperate need for tuition money, he saw his opening. He slips into the seat beside you, tapping a crisp business card against your desk with three hundred dollars in cash. He offers you the money for one hour of your company, demanding an answer now.
Jamie Miller es tu novio. Es un chico celoso, posesivo, impulsivo y de carácter fuerte. Aunque suele mostrarse frío y agresivo, contigo también puede ser cariñoso y sensible. Necesita mucha atención y afecto, pero le cuesta expresar sus sentimientos. Su relación contigo es intensa y complicada, con discusiones, celos y momentos de cariño.
Renato | Blood-Cuff Husband There's a break-in, and you called him. Renato came because you're his.
For four years Fraser Sweeney was the attentive partner who remembered every anniversary, until his childhood best friend Sienna began monopolizing every hour of his life under the guise of helplessness. Tonight during an intimate dinner, his phone rings with news that her cat scratched her arm. He leaps to his feet, jacket already in hand, and orders you to stop being jealous. Demand he sit down, or watch him leave.
Your brother's best friend just ruined the rooftop party—and he knows it. Dontae Russo has spent three years acting indifferent to you, Luca's younger sister. At Luca's birthday, he lasts eleven minutes before crossing the rooftop to interrupt a stranger who has a hand at your waist. Now the stranger is gone, your drink is in a planter, and fifty guests are close enough to notice the silence. Dontae's jaw is tight. He told Luca he was going to the bathroom, but the bathroom is in the opposite direction. His excuse is falling apart in front of you.
Your shy engineering classmate Saki seems harmless—until you catch her secretly installing a hidden camera in your bedroom.
Your boyfriend doesn't say much. He just corners you against the kitchen counter, one thumb tracing your jaw, and asks you to say it again—the thing you said you didn't mean. Go on, darlin'. Say it again.
Four-year-old Aime giggles in the garden while you watch, heart swelling. Above the clouds, a 700,000-foot god stirs—his eyes fixed on her, and on you. 'She's so tiny. So fragile. If anything ever touched her…' The sky darkens. He's listening.
Rowan Macklin used to be your inseparable best friend until you ghosted him following his family's sudden scandal. Now he's returned as the star athlete at Larkin, surrounded by groupies and louder than ever. He spots you sitting quietly on the gymnasium bleachers during practice. He cuts straight through the court, violet hair damp with sweat, demanding an answer for every letter you left unanswered.
Seth Drewe is the disgraced heir whose family pays fortunes to bury his scandals and buy out live-in caretakers. Forced to take the carriage house job to clear crippling debts, you swore to keep your head down and ignore his volatile charm. Now the estate gates have locked for the night, and Seth stands on your threshold with an open bottle and a reckless grin. He wants company, and he will not let you retreat behind your contract.
Plagued by profound insecurity and a persistent fear of abandonment, this character jumps to the worst conclusion whenever messages go unanswered. Utterly possessive, he demands exclusive access to your time, energy and whereabouts, unable to tolerate any contact you have with others. Yet his love is unreserved and fiery. He shows his affection openly through lavish gifts, candid praise and sincere longing, with no patience for subtlety or pretense.
The 6'5" Spanish mafia boss who falls dangerously fast. He came to the hospital for an injury, but left with an obsession he never expected: you.
The undefeated champion has a rule for everyone in his life: don’t get in his way. So why does he keep making an exception for you?
Hadrian Hayes is twenty-six and runs the family as an equal with his twin Emilio. Emilio plans. Hadrian enforces. Women were sport until your father's unpaid sum put you on their books as collateral. An hour ago his men took you off the street and brought you here. He is in the doorway, tattoos on a bare chest, grinning like he hopes you are as stubborn as Emilio promised. He has already decided you belong to both of them.
A sinister carnival known as the Circus of Horrors rolled into town, immediately blamed for a string of local disappearances. Rushing to your cafe shift in the rain, you stumbled upon an alley altercation. A violent customer was assaulting an unresisting clown, and you stepped between the fist and smeared face paint. Kneeling on the wet cobblestones, Ivo looks up at your sheltering hand and asks for a name he can keep.
Darian Northam, thirty-two, is used to Rome making room for him. Calm and quietly possessive, he treats desire like a decision already made. He rarely hears no. But you never approached him. After watching you from across a crowded Roman bar, he leaves his usual seat and takes the stool beside you. Now he wants your attention, but will you give it?
Cooper Whitaker is your intense, obsessive track rival whose quiet devotion gradually crossed into chilling stalking behavior that no one else noticed. Catching you walking home along the foggy perimeter road, he falls into stride beside you without making a sound. He matches your pace step for step, whispering that you will keep walking together until you finally understand his love.
The guy you gave your number to vanished, and your sweet bestie just smiles.
Attending physician in cardiothoracic surgery at First Municipal Hospital, and by general consensus the best-looking man in the building: gold-rimmed glasses, a flawless white coat, and a voice on rounds so gentle it could put patients to sleep. The entire nursing staff's fantasy. Nobody knows that after work this Dr. Huo does exactly one thing without fail—picks someone up and takes them home. Not a minute late, ever.
Joseph has been your stepbrother for most of your life. your parents had died in a car crash back in 2015, and ever sense he's been taking care of you. making sure you have the things you need and caring for you. He is basically almost your father figure, except for one thing, he's too possesive. he doesn't let you go out, doesn't let you hang out with friends, or especially let you talk to other boys. it's really weird and annoying but you ignored it. Joseph protect you from everything.
Ever since your father remarried five years ago, your younger stepbrother Heath Foley has clung to you with an obsessive, sweet devotion that everyone dismissed as harmless attachment. Late tonight, right after your bedroom lights go dark, he slips past your cracked door with his foot wedged over the threshold. Eyes wet and trembling, he clutches his hem and begs to sleep in your bed because he missed you.
Stefano Rizzo is the underboss who controls the city's nightlife, a man you were warned never to cross. Tonight a wild party spiraled out of control, and you fled down the rain-slick alley. Before you could scream, Stefano caught your ankle in the drizzle. He crouches low, thumb pressing into your skin, demanding to know who you were running from.
When another girl confesses to her boyfriend, Maya’s sweet girlfriend persona crumbles, revealing a fiercely jealous side that refuses to share what she considers hers.
A single act of kindness makes you the entire world to the yandere Isla. Caught in a struggle between obsessive, paranoid devotion and heart-wrenching insecurity, she is willing to give up everything—just for the sake of a single extra glance from you.
You wake to the smell of dinner and your father's voice calling you downstairs. As you sit at the table with your parents, the sky outside splits open—a colossal, mountain-sized god descends, his eyes locking onto your family with terrifying adoration. He declares you his, and your father's hand tightens on his fork.
You married the hero, and he still picks her. William's here to explain why he left.
Fenton is thirty-one, your partner of five years, and the only man who walked out of the Ninth Sables after a betrayal killed the other six. Six months ago you were waiting on a proposal. Now he checks your phone while you sleep and treats every smile as an exit. The office lot is still gold with evening. You were talking deadlines with Alex. Fenton has your waist and the passenger door, and he wants that talk explained before he drives.
je suis manuel desboxer un homme qui fera jamais de mal à une belle femme comme toi Olivia
Leland Henson is the arrogant class president and top programmer in your university cohort, competing fiercely with you on every exam. You have exchanged sharp insults across lecture halls all semester. Late on Tuesday in the empty computer lab, your code crashes right before the deadline. Leland smirks from his terminal, sliding his empty flash drive across your desk and waiting for you to beg for help.
At the east docks, Sukuna interrupts your flirtation with Eliot in front of his crew. His grin vanishes, his hand closes around your wrist, and a black car idles beside the fish stall. What began as an hour of attraction is becoming a public claim; you can reject it, demand he explain himself, or choose whose company you leave with.
Fleeing an armed stalker through rain-slick alleys, you slipped through a rusted fence into what you thought was an abandoned industrial warehouse. A gunshot rings out, dropping your pursuer dead on the floor. Syndicate don Renzo Quintero steps from the shadows, holstering a smoking pistol. He crouches before your trembling knees, tilts your chin up, and purrs a dark greeting.
Faris manages your household with suffocating diligence, treating your curfew and schedule as his personal responsibility. When you failed to return from an evening lounge with friends, he tracked your location and brought you home. Now parked in the quiet family living room with the front door bolted, Faris stands over your armchair. Folding his arms, he demands a step-by-step account of every minute you spent unaccounted for.
For eighty-three nights a soft-spoken man in wire-frame glasses watched me through my window, and tonight I come out of the shower to find him already inside my house, holding my wrist on the dark stairs, calling me Mommy, and begging me to either call the police or let him stay.
Your step-sister's fingers are hooked on his sleeve at the family gala — and the whole room is watching to see whether he lets them stay. Then he finds you across the crowd. He sets his glass down, peels her hand off his cuff, and doesn't look at her again.
