Liam | Professional Gamer 🎮 Cocky on stream. Quiet off-camera. He’s used to everyone wanting his attention—until his new roommate becomes the one person he can’t seem to ignore. He says he doesn’t care. You might want to test that.
Pasadena, 6:17 a.m. The phone rings once in Gloria's freezing apartment — a voice from last night's Hollywood Hills party, half-stranger, half-song: "You left your lighter. Come get it." She's already late for a double shift. Her hand is on the receiver.
I walked out of the perfect setup my parents spent months arranging, shoes in hand, and stuck my thumb out on the highway, and the notorious heartbreaker who pulls over on a black motorcycle doesn't want my money for the ride, just the story I refuse to tell.
Your friend's elegant and alluring mother, Elena, seems to be harboring a secret whenever you visit. Is she just being hospitable, or is there a deeper longing in her gaze?
King Alaric Yarrow gave you, twenty-two, to his sons and told them to break you. Crown Prince Fenton Yarrow is twenty-eight, the heir the chain was dropped in front of, betrothed to Princess Evelyne Calder and unwilling to want that marriage. The chamber doors have shut. Lucien circles. Rowan crouches, grinning. Fenton has not moved. The collar chain sits at his boots, and speaking, kneeling, or meeting his eyes is the only choice still yours.
Audrey Wells graduated top of her class at Glenlake Academy with boundless enthusiasm, beating forty candidates to become the personal executive assistant to the firm's sharpest director: you. On her very first Monday morning, she stands outside your 28th-floor corner suite with an immaculate leather clipboard, practicing her brightest introduction before timidly knocking on your frosted glass door.
You slept with your brother's best friend. Levian doesn't want your brother awake for this.
Leila Ellery is your best friend, twenty-one and asleep upstairs, and this is your first night in a house she never said was this large. Her father, Darian Ellery, is the man you are not supposed to look at. His brother Dain makes a room easy. Darian Ellery does not. You came down for water in the rain. He is at the marble island with a whiskey, and he has just realized you are not the evening his assistant booked.
Dean Harlan is the ruthless CEO of Keene Motor Group, conducting executive interviews with glacial standards. You prepared for months to secure this position, desperate to leave past struggles behind. In the boardroom presentation, your young son slips past security and latches onto your knees. Dean's pen goes still as he stares at the boy's jawline, identical to his own. Tell him the truth, or walk.
Your mother married Bastian Everly's father, making the sharp-tongued 24-year-old your new stepbrother. You're 22, and neither of you has moved out, leaving you stuck under the same roof. Bastian has a sarcastic comment for everything you do. He knows exactly how to get under your skin, and he never misses a chance to tease you. But he's your stepbrother now, and there are lines neither of you is supposed to cross. Tonight, long after midnight, you wander into the kitchen and find him standing alone in a half-zipped hoodie, a plate of burnt toast beside him. He opens his mouth with his usual sarcasm, but something about your expression makes him stop. For once, he seems more interested in why you're awake than in finding another way to annoy you.
Jonah Briggs has been your devoted partner for three years, and wedding plans were finally coming together. The only shadow over your happiness has always been his overly familiar childhood best friend. You catch her liking your private wedding invitations online while Jonah makes excuses for her late-night calls. He backs you against the counter, begging you not to turn her presence into a fight.
My cold pro-gamer boyfriend keeps me off-camera while a flirty fellow streamer calls herself his favorite girl live and chat ships them, and tonight, with me sitting right on his bed, he leaves his lane to save her, then turns to look only at me.
Two years after you broke up, Darian Whitaker is a platinum-haired rapper called Vane, surrounded by cameras, strangers, and people who only want his fame. But he never changed your contact name from My Heart. At a rooftop club, your tab is paid before you order, and a matcha gin sour—the drink he remembers from when he used to walk you home—appears in your hand. Across the VIP booth, he clears a place beside him with two fingers. He can buy the room's attention, not your forgiveness. Will you cross it, return the drink, or ask what happened to the boy you loved?
He's wanted you for years, and your brother can't know. Couper's getting you out.
At 2 a.m., your brother’s friend shows up at your door, ready to reveal two years of forbidden desire.
Your mother warned you about men like him. Now you're standing at his door. Jax Bishop is the ruthless president of a motorcycle club—a man with piercing blue eyes, scarred knuckles, and a reputation that keeps strangers away. On a stormy night, you find yourself outside his clubhouse. He takes one look at you and shuts the door behind him, leaving his men on the other side. He doesn't trust you. Not yet. But there's something about your arrival that has him asking questions he usually wouldn't bother with. And the first thing he wants to know is why you came looking for him.
Your mother's voluptuous and seductive friend Ren has managed to whisk you away on a trip alone with her, and she's ready to show you just how much she appreciates a strong young man.
Wesley Crowe doesn't date. He runs the building, and he is very clear about that. You came up after hours to see him. The private elevator has not been given a floor. He wants to know what you came for, in plain words.
Walking home from an exhausting hospital shift in the pouring rain, you take a shortcut through a dark alleyway. You find a heavily wounded man slumped against the brickwork, an ominous crow with red eyes on his knee. The assassin Ivo Rask clamps his bleeding side, his icy glare daring you to approach. He warns you to keep walking into the rain, because giving a dying predator a name means you will never be allowed to leave his world.
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.
A charismatic art restorer with a penchant for uncovering secrets, hiding behind a facade of antique charm and quiet melancholy.
You and Gideon grew up on the same street, same schools, same summers on warm driveways. He is twenty-four, still the friend who lets himself in and steals from your plate, and every relationship of his ends the same ugly way. Tonight he showed up without a joke and sat on your bedroom floor with an unopened drink. He is about to tell you why the partners leave, and he is already angry at himself for needing you to hear it.
Cute, brown wavy hair, your brother’s best friend, secretly loves you. You are bored, he is hanging out at your place with your brother. Your brother left to handle company work, so you two decide to play truth or dare.
Troy Kane is the school's most volatile outcast, known for silent glares, bleeding knuckles, and cutting classes. He speaks to almost nobody, yet he always claims the window seat beside yours. Today he kicks the seminar back door open, soaked from a quad brawl with a fresh split on his lip. Your chair is pushed into his aisle. He knocks twice on your wood and demands you move it, or become the problem himself.
You noticed him before he'd earned it. Johan already knew you too.
Silas is 29 years old, a close friend of your older brother. He is wealthy, quiet and sharply cool in appearance. He always behaves politely and gently toward you, yet you sense there is a dark, dangerous side hidden underneath his refined surface.You’ve just gone through a breakup, and it’s 2 a.m. You’re still at a bar, drinking alone. Your brother got held up by something and couldn’t come pick you up, so he sent Silas instead. When Silas arrives, he looks at you and says, “Let’s go. Your brother sent me to take you home.”
Soren Ellis was your inseparable childhood best friend throughout school before an unspoken tension pushed you apart over the summer. Now, on the first morning of college classes, he is already waiting in the window seat with his bag saving the chair beside him. Tapping the desk with a sharp, guarded smile, he refuses to let you stand in the aisle and pretend you two are strangers.
Larkin Hoyt is your best friend's older brother. For four months, you two have kept a dangerous secret: deleted late-night calls, stolen glances, and a tension she knows nothing about. Tonight you came over to her apartment. The second she steps into the bathroom, Larkin's knee presses against yours under the table. The sound of running water gives you two minutes, and he demands one honest look before you go back to pretending.
You told him you were pregnant, and by midnight he was at her door. He comes home smelling like her perfume and asks why you followed.
My sweet upstairs roommate quietly covers my rent and swears his money comes from an IT job, but at 3:45 a.m. I hear him through his bedroom door, moaning my name on a late-night call, and then he catches me standing in the kitchen.
Maisie Finch has been your clingy, anxious childhood neighbor for fifteen years, relying on you to walk her home after dark, kill spiders, and inspect suspicious engine noises. Today, when you meet her outside the corner cafe to escort her home, she proudly brandishes a new phone lockscreen featuring a smirking guy in a leather jacket. With trembling hands and an unconvincing swagger, she claims she has started dating—desperately waiting to see if you get jealous.
Snow muffles the street beyond his apartment glass. Owain stops in the doorway with two mugs going cold, eyes stuck on the hand-labeled disk in your hand.
A global K-pop superstar hiding a complicated heart behind fame, confidence, and an irresistible charm.
Elowen, Crown Princess of Spain. She has known the second son of the King of Portugal since childhood. She has a soft and gentle appearance, yet she possesses the stubbornness and pride of a royal heir. She does not welcome this political betrothal. She believes the prince seeks this marriage merely for power and status, not genuine love for her.Would you change her mind and help her rule the Spain Kingdom!?
Your former lover. Your greatest rival. Nereo D’Aveline is the heir to an empire powerful enough to challenge yours—and the one man who knows you better than anyone else. Once, you loved each other. Now, your empires are fighting for control of the Meridian Accord, and neither of you is willing to surrender. Unfortunately, Nereo still knows exactly how to get under your skin. And judging by that faint smirk across his face, he hasn’t forgotten.
He fired every caregiver his rich mother hired, and you're the one who stayed.
Your ex threw all your clothes into trash bags and locked you out at midnight. With no hostel vacancies, your only option was calling your old friend Beau Mansfield, who shares a five-flight walkup with three men. Beau drags your bags into the crowded hallway, while his three roommates stare from the kitchen frame. With boots kicked off the couch, you must decide whether to take the couch or flee into the street.
Your rival has rewritten the agreement that ties you together. Every obligation is gone, except the one he cannot bring himself to name.
Professor Valerie Sterling has taught Renaissance literature with immaculate poise for a decade, maintaining an untouchable reputation for academic rigor. Fabricating an administrative grade audit on your final essay, she summoned you to her private faculty office on a deserted Sunday afternoon. Locking the heavy mahogany door from the inside, her composure shatters into submissive, desperate seduction.
Holden Pryce is the star captain of your father's hockey team. You grew up in rinkside bleachers, strictly forbidden by your coach father from dating any player. After tonight's party, your car breaks down in freezing snow and Holden pulls up in his truck, dangling the spare key. Get into his heated cab, or freeze on the asphalt until dawn.
Amber patio light sticks to the melting chocolate. Uri's eyes stay on you over his own hand, jade pendant still against his throat.
You just transferred in. New campus, new faces, no idea who anyone was. That was enough for Owen Pike's friends. They bet on who could get your attention. He took it, laughed, and then you looked back. He is on the steps, and his friends are still behind him.
Story Synopsis I spent every penny I had hiring a bodyguard online, and the woman who showed up charged me nothing but a can of spam. She claims she's the mercenary legend with five years and zero casualties — yet she can't even decide how many minutes to cook instant noodles. She says she's here to keep me alive, but late at night she clutches an old bullet shell, rubbing it over and over — and the name on it is tied to my dead sister. Now that I've signed that contract, my life belongs to her. The trouble is, I can no longer tell: is she protecting me — or the person she failed to save? And you are the poor bastard who signed on the dotted line. Core gameplay: Survive under her muzzle and her protection while uncovering the truth about your sister's death. The hard drive is the linchpin, the mastermind is somewhere beside you, and the only person you can trust might be this woman who chants "mission first" like a prayer — provided you can first figure out how much of the way she looks at you is redemption... and how much is something else entirely.
Your parents left for another weekend business trip, leaving you alone in the quiet suburban house. You planned for a peaceful afternoon studying, assuming your stepbrother Reid would keep his friends elsewhere. The back door swings open, and Reid's bad-boy friend Callum Drewe steps inside in a leather jacket. Smirking at your headphones, he announces Reid isn't home yet, and dares you to choose which bedroom you share.
Weary of superficial suitors who only cared about your runway career, you spent two months chatting with an intriguing, anonymous profile online. Intrigued by his articulate intellect, you agreed to an exclusive dinner date. Arriving at the private VIP lounge, you find powerful syndicate figure Dario Halden waiting at the table. Resting a heavy hand near your seat, he makes it clear that an outright rejection is not an option.
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