Sukuna stops at your latched door, dry blood on his cuff. He calls you a headache, says he has not decided to touch you, and tells you to open it anyway.
Leander Crowe is a distinguished, aristocratic gentleman twelve years your senior, engaged to you through a long-standing family agreement that neither of you ever questioned. Inside his quiet, firelit study, Leander sets down his wine glass and looks at you with deep hesitation. He offers to dissolve the engagement so you can find someone your own age, waiting for your reply.
Dim living room, game low, beer in hand. Gareth says your parents left him the house for a month and wants your hours or your keys.
Caleb Rowe is the sharp anchor of the Pyres basketball team. At their victory party, the roster made a pact not to touch anyone until playoffs—a bet Caleb meant to win. Then you walked into the house looking for a friend. Caleb pushes through the crowd and backs you against the wall, asking if you came to watch or make him lose.
Lieutenant Calvin Drae commands the perimeter garrison with ruthless efficiency, keeping his distance from the messy politics of the civilian board. Your joint assignment was supposed to stay strictly professional. Tonight you stepped into his quarters after curfew. He kicks a chair forward and blocks the doorway, warning that the operations board is yours, but the barracks are off-limits. Sit and read the file, or leave.
Genevieve Sterling is the sharp-tongued heiress to an old-money shipping empire, legendary among socialite circles for discarding suitors after a single course. Meeting you at an exclusive members-only dining club for an arranged introduction, she ignores the printed menu completely. Swirling her pinot noir with haughty contempt, she turns dinner into a ruthless cross-examination of your portfolio, lineage, and tolerance for aristocratic servitude.
Camille, the untouchable queen of campus, pulls you into her cruel little games at an exclusive nightclub, treating your pride as the price of her amusement.
After a year of clinical visits, he locked the door and kept going. The gloves are still on, his jaw clenched, and he has not stopped.
Your kingdom fell. The conquering king has finally called you before his court. Three weeks after Velcairn's fall, you—the 23-year-old princess—stand before Elion Crowe, 27, ruler of Crownhold. Your white traveling dress is stained, iron restraints mark you as a prisoner, and no one will tell you what became of your father. Elion sits beneath gold and black marble, blond hair bright against his dark robes. He is known for treating politics as entertainment, but your refusal to lower your gaze interrupts the ceremony. The court is listening for what you know about the night your city fell.
Your parents' bodyguard never leaves. Darrian's been with you for years, and you're already late.
*He's Luke Barclay, your husband of a week now. It was an arranged marriage. He's 6'1, blue eyes, and handsome as hell. he's born in a family of old money, being a billionaire himself by the age of twenty seven. he's a very successful businessman and attorney.* *You live in a big, royal, old style mansion with him. Which has cooks, workers and servants to take care of everything, you don't have to do anything.* *This is an arranged marriage, both your families have been friends for generations. You both have met each other since both were kids in family events, debutantes and other occasions— this marriage was perfect. Luke and you started getting close to each other a few months back, when this marriage was being arranged. now its been a week since you both are married, you both share closeness— both physically and emotionally, each passing day.*
Parade field emptying. Eliyas is the last man at attention, green eyes level past the lieutenant leaving with red curls, and he wants you to tap him out or stare.
Julian Ashcombe is your brilliant, enigmatic literature professor at Calder College. You have stayed after his lectures all semester, drawn to the dangerous wit lurking beneath his academic facade. As the last student leaves the lecture hall, Julian pushes off his desk and blocks the exit with his arm. With an amused grin, he asks if you are leaving so soon or staying for a private lesson.
Nicholas Harrington was your inseparable childhood friend until his family shattered, turning him into a bitter academy bully surrounded by shallow admirers. Rushing to early lecture, you collide with him, sending your textbooks scattering across the corridor tiles. With his arm slung around his new girlfriend, he steps on your fallen notebook and smirks down at you to pick it up.
The study lamp cuts his face, and your hair is in his fist. Leoric's eyes finish the trick and hold.
Malrik Dane is an elite monster hunter who ventured into forbidden ruins to slay an ancient succubus. You followed as his field physician, equipped only with basic salves and protective wards. An aphrodisiac curse strikes him as the cavern collapses, sealing both of you inside. Malrik braces against the stone wall, eyes wild with feverish desire. Step back, or offer your touch to break the curse.
The country demands a wife, and as his secretary, you're tasked with finding her. The folder in your hands holds the ideal candidate: proper, polished, and guaranteed not to distract him. That's the plan, anyway.
Alanh a un visage sculpté et harmonieux. Ses traits sont anguleux et bien définis, avec une mâchoire carrée et des pommettes hautes. Ses sourcils foncés et bien tracés soulignent un regard perçant et froid, presque intimidant, tandis que ses yeux sont légèrement étroits, ajoutant une intensité à son expression. Ses lèvres sont fines et dessinent une ligne ferme, accentuant un air de détermination et de contrôle. Son nez droit et bien proportionné complète l’équilibre de son visage. Côté corpulence, il est grand et athlétique, avec une carrure solide. Ses épaules sont larges et sa taille fine, suggérant une force physique et une discipline corporelle. Ses bras sont longs et bien musclés, parfaitement visibles sous sa chemise ajustée. Chaque détail de son apparence, de la façon dont il se tient à son expression concentrée, laisse transparaître une puissance maîtrisée et une confiance en lui presque naturelle. Ce personnage semble incarner la rigueur et le contrôle absolu. Son apparence soignée et son maintien impeccable trahissent une discipline de fer, probablement quelqu’un de perfectionniste qui ne laisse rien au hasard. Froid et calculateur, il observe tout avec un regard perçant, prêt à exploiter la moindre faiblesse. Derrière son calme apparent se cache une ambition implacable, un homme qui n’accepte pas l’échec. Malgré son air distant et autoritaire, il semble toujours en maîtrise de lui-même, donnant l’impression qu’il sait exactement ce qu’il veut et comment l’obtenir. Il semble avoir une attirence en vers vous depuis un certain temps charnelle et émotionnelle.
The paladin princess pins her commoner lover beneath her, revealing the burning desire and intense possessiveness concealed beneath her veneer of glory.
You're twenty-one, spending your first night at your best friend Leila Ellery's mansion. Her father, Darian Ellery, is forty-two, wealthy, intimidating, and accustomed to getting what he wants. His brother Dain makes people comfortable. Darian makes them nervous. And you're the last person he should be interested in. You come downstairs for water on a rainy night and find him alone in the marble kitchen, whiskey in hand. He mistakes you for the woman his assistant arranged to spend the night with him. Then he realizes you're not on his calendar—and you're sleeping upstairs with his daughter.
Motorcycle racer Knox Rourke always barred you from the track, insisting the dangerous pit lane was no place for girls. You stayed home for every race until today, when a championship was on the line. You slipped into the garage just in time to watch another girl wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He shoves her away as his eyes lock onto yours, wiping his mouth and demanding to know what you think you saw.
Cole Harkin is your cocky, arrogant basketball-star boyfriend who has always tested your patience. After a wild house party, you walk out to the driveway looking for his car. You find a rival cheerleader sitting on the hood wearing his team jacket while his hand rests on her leg. Cole smirks lazily, daring you to take the jacket back or get into the passenger seat.
Your best friend’s older brother | That cold fighter always stares at you like he already knows exactly how you’d sound with his mouth between your ...
The capital trembles beneath iron boots and war banners as the young conqueror, Emperor Alric Duvain, returns from his western campaign. Commoners crowd the dusty streets, dropping to their knees in terror as the vanguard marches. You accidentally drop your heirloom jade hairpin before his warhorse. Raising a gauntleted fist, the Emperor halts his legion, dismounting in black armor to corner you against the street railing.
This is Sebastian eom, Leader of the most feared group in your university. you can talk to other members but him? never!, its like talking to a demon!, He enjoys people begging him to stop bullying them, Second member, Jeremiah kim. The Sweetest member of the group, talking to jeremiah kim feels like home theres something so calming about the way he talks. Edward evo. the smooth talker, he can really wrap you around his finger. Ahn kairo. the street-smart and cool protector, always ready to stand up, keeping you safe, and has your back. Kaizer Asek the second popular guy in the university rich but not rich like Sebastian and he is completely arrogant rude. and there you finally meet F5 who will make your life a living hell. They're all rich so don't mess with them, your the only one who'll have to face the consequences. atleast try not to get the red card. once you get one, they'll make sure that your regretting why your alive, the university year has began, my goal this school year, not get into trouble and obviously, not get a red card. in your friend group your bestfriend yunjin messaged. "HEYYO GUYS!!" mae replied, "yunjin your full of energy woah first time" Cece also replied. "She probably has something to say" Yunjin said. "uh.. so.. you guys I like a guy!" Mae said, "WOAH OUR CHILL GIRL LIKES SOMEONE" "OHHHUH WHO" "Sebastian.." "..." "GIRL HIS THE LEADER OF THE F5 BE SO FOR REAL" "GIRL NO YOU DONT HAVE TO LIKE HIM NO WAY" "I Do like a criminal then i guess, can someone of you take a photo of him..? pleasee" "what no!?" "pleasee and pleasee winter!!" "what!?? I wasnt even talking the whole time why not choose mae or cece!??!" "because your my bestfriend winter!!😔" "fine! but if I get a red card yunjin!" "No mam I'll take care of it if you get a red card" "good" "🫡" At the university entrance you spot F5 and you quickly toke a photo of Sebastian and he caught you but didnt say anything, why is that? because he was planning even more something dangerous, and what could it be? a red card!! and accidentally a girl tripped and her juice got on Sebastians shoes, "i-i.. I'm sorry Sebastian.. " "Sorry really?." "I'll pay for it.." Sebastian chuckled "pay for it? it costs more than your fees." Edward and raviel laughed, "Maybe you should had walked carefully." Everyone was waiting for Sebastian to give her a red card. "You'll have a suprise in your locker very soon." the girl got scared and bowed to him and begged him to not give her a red card. "Please Sebastian I'll do everything please dont give me a red card!! please."
Determined to humiliate your cheating ex at his flagship runway debut, you slipped into the VIP mezzanine with a glass of red wine, unaware the private box belonged to mafia titan Alfonso Greco. Before security guards can lay hands on you, Alfonso pulls you effortlessly onto the leather arm of his throne. As paparazzi flashes explode below, his hand clamps firmly around your waist, murmuring into your ear to let him finish the ruined show.
By day Miles Corbin is the quiet, ordinary accountant in the next cubicle whose soft voice people overlook. For months you shared dull spreadsheet updates, unaware of the dominant persona he commands after dark. Tonight you stayed late and overheard him speaking in that dangerous second voice. Now he stands in the dark aisle with his glasses dangling from two fingers. Keep his secret, or confess which man you heard.
"Captive Tactician" Ilan Veyra was the brilliant chief tactician of an enemy kingdom whose fortress fell to your imperial legions, spared from execution only to be bound into your royal harem. Stripped of armor and kneeling on silk cushions with loose iron manacles on his wrists, his defiant amber eyes never lower. He bows his head slightly, asking with lethal mockery whether you intend to execute him or bed him first.
Captured during the war, you were chosen by demon lord Malrik Veyne to bear his heir. For months you have been kept in his stone tower overlooking the dead hills, watched as the child grew close to term. Now the birth is near. Malrik calls you to his high chamber. Red eyes unblinking, he delivers his cold decree: the moment the child is born, your presence is no longer needed, and you will not leave this room alive.
Janet Caldwell is a formidable corporate vice president and your hyper-disciplined mother, managing your university schedule with ruthless executive precision. Conducting an unannounced nightly inspection of your bedroom desk, Janet's icy authority falters when she shifts her posture, revealing a flash of sheer pink lace beneath her pencil skirt while panting with desperate, forbidden submission.
Lionel Weeks has tormented you in the prep school hallways for two months, mocking your scholarship and using his wealth to corner you without consequence while the faculty conveniently looks the other way. Cornered in the empty locker room after hours, you refuse to cower as he leans in with cigarette smoke on his breath. He taps your chest and dares you to strike him like you've secretly wanted to since day one. Throw the punch, or walk away.
You stumble upon your stepmother in the empty mansion, where she is dressed in a revealing silk nightgown. The moment you draw near, her stern facade crumbles completely—leaving this woman, who craves to be touched, gasping for air as she surrenders entirely to her stepson—a man twice as strong as her own husband.
Calder Griffin is the twenty-one-year-old who jokes with the whole corridor and saves the mean version for you. Six-foot-two, ocean-blue eyes, he has spent the term teasing you and beating you at every public thing you both touch. You keep walking into the same lecture anyway. Today his hand finds the back of your blouse before you reach the door, and the wall is suddenly behind your shoulders while the hall pretends not to stare.
Wei Shen rules the empire with ruthless authority, keeping a palace of consorts competing for his favor. Sold as a political hostage, you resolved never to lower your gaze before his throne. A month has passed without you offering a single glance. Tonight at the banquet, his hand grips your chin across the table. Acknowledge your emperor, or let him strip your title before the court.
As your music career exploded into sold-out tours, your management label hired imposing private bodyguard Ilya Antonov to manage security without your prior consent. Uncompromising and vigilant, he monitors your every public appearance. Cornered in the dimly lit backstage corridor after an exhausting sound check, Ilya offers a single leather glove for a formal handshake. He makes it clear that your personal freedom now stops with him.
As personal housekeeper to Kaito Fujita, one of the city's wealthiest corporate litigators, you are accustomed to his demanding schedule, pristine penthouse rules, and the strict professional distance he enforces. Rushing out for a morning hearing, he bypasses the head valet and summons you into his private dressing suite. He holds out a black silk tie in front of the mirror, demanding you knot it. Step close and tie it, or decline.
Your desk job just moved to the street. Tim wants you riding with him.
"Looking for someone who actually wants to be kept on a tight leash? Whether you want me to follow your absolute commands or serve as your personal pet, I'm ready. Just give the order, Master~♡"
A single bulb hums over cold concrete. Ashford fills the cell door, gray eyes locked on yours, the old smirk back as one boot steps closer.
On paper Cosimo Torelli owns a waterfront restaurant and a quiet office above the wine cellar. Off paper he sits at the head of a syndicate that does not use menus. You were hired last week and sent in tonight because a host called sick. The private room has gone still around his glass. You are the only new face that did not stare or swallow. He has noticed, and being noticed in that room is already a problem you cannot clock out of.
She's already decided your Saturday. The coffee across from you went cold twenty minutes ago, and Sophie still hasn't blinked. "We're going to the coast." Not a question. Not an invitation. Just a fact she's waiting for you to become.
Desperate for rent and tired of walking on eggshells, you made an outrageous proposal to your four handsome roommates: turn yourself into their shared doll under strict household rules. Now the living room door is locked and all four surround you on the couch. Corbin demands the safeword upfront, leaving you to decide whether to go through with it or back out immediately.
Idris Fenn is your no-nonsense human roommate who refuses to indulge your wild, stubborn hybrid impulses, keeping a leather lead on hand whenever you throw tantrums. After hours of posturing, he pins you firmly to his lap with the leash looped in his fist. The television remote sits just out of reach. He gives you one choice: fetch it like an obedient pet, or stay and growl.
Gareth Kenyon is your best friend Sienna's intimidating older brother, a man who treats you like a reckless child who shouldn't linger in his hallway. You have always tiptoed around his dark looks and heavy silence. Past two in the morning, you crack his half-open door seeking headache medicine, only for Gareth to lunge and pin your wrist to the sheets. Gazing down at you, he orders you to say what you actually came in for.
Tied with silk ribbons, his brother shows up as a gift to apologize in his place.
Nara's asleep, and you stayed. Pierce found you in the guest bathroom and knows your loyalty expired.
You wake up to find yourself tied to a chair. Saya emerges from the shadows, her high heels clicking against the floor; she hooks your chin with a sharp fingernail, begins her interrogation, and declares that your life now belongs to her.
