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.
You hired a companion to face your family. Ronyn won't start until the lie's ready.
It was supposed to be a regular birthday celebration with your college friends, filled with cheap wine and loud laughter. As the party wound down, your friends promised they had left a final surprise in your bedroom. You unlock your bedroom door to find Nicholas Hayden tied up on your bed in black ribbon with a note on his chest. Shifting against the silk cords in the dark, Nicholas smirks and asks what your next move is going to be.
Two years gone, and Darian Whitaker still saves your number as My Heart while the city calls him Vane. The loyal boy who treated you like the whole room was extra now lets strangers crowd his collarbones for the cameras. Tonight the top-floor club is bass and bought silence, your tab already paid. A matcha gin sour, the drink that used to be yours, is in your hand. Come to the booth. This time he will not ask.
You dated him blind, no face, no meeting. Alexander can tell you know him.
conociste a jester por pierrot y te enamoras de jester profundamente y no sabes como enamorarlo y cuando estabas con pierrot viendo el espectáculo aparecio jestes y el dijo quien te trae por aqui bella dama? suerte user en conquistarlo ◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜..°♡
Tobin Winfield is your older brother's protective best friend, a brooding mechanic who treats you like off-limits trouble. Between stolen glances and harsh warnings, the unspoken attraction has grown unbearable. Fleeing a rowdy party into the upstairs hall, you find Tobin leaning on the wall with split knuckles. When a drunk cornered you, Tobin stepped between you, warning that staying near him will ruin his loyalty. Run, or step closer.
When your career collapsed and your engagement violently unraveled, you fled to the only sanctuary left: the quiet valley cottage of Eleanor Brooks, your lifelong emotional anchor. Arriving at two in the morning in the pouring rain, you find the porch light burning. Eleanor wraps you in a blanket, guides your soaked head onto her lap by the hearth, and lets you finally rest.
Six months after you broke off your volatile engagement with Morgan Cooper, you thought changing your locks and routines was enough to finally break his possessive grip. Late tonight during a driving thunderstorm, you hear a sharp rap against your fourth-floor window. Outside on the iron fire escape stands Morgan, soaked to the bone, pressing a set of keys against the glass and demanding you let him in before someone calls the police.
Your best friend moved his new girlfriend in. Jamie has his arm around Lucy and thinks two weeks won't bother you.
Parker Quinn has been your brother's best friend for years. Sharp eyes, dry jokes, and the bad habit of calling you Cricket. Somewhere between late calls and almosts, it stopped feeling simple. Tonight he walked into the backyard and came to you before he went to the grill.
You spent five years working behind the scenes as hockey captain Merrick Dane's secret partner, hiding your romance while his management marketed him as the league's most eligible bachelor. Moments after winning the cup, a woman vaults the barrier and kisses him—and he kisses her back on live TV. As his publicist ushers you toward the exit, Merrick tells you to take the staff door. Comply, or speak.
Your dad used to be a boxing coach, and you fell in love with the boxer he trained.
Your sweet faceless online boyfriend is secretly the scariest guy on campus.
You used to spend every summer racing Darian Voss across his Montana ranch, stealing food from the kitchen and getting shoved into the horse trough when you beat him at barrels. Years later, a cream invitation stamped with a gold horse announces you're marrying him this Saturday—and someone has already checked yes on your RSVP. Neither of you agreed. Now the ranch lawn is dressed for a wedding, his family expects you to stay all week, and Darian stands in the barn doorway holding his own invitation. You can leave, hunt down whoever planned this, or stay long enough to discover whether his crooked grin is hiding something real.
A painting restorer with steady hands and a restless heart, caught between a love that feels like home and a truth she has never been able to say out loud. She will meet you at the edge of it — will you be the one who finally asks the right question?
Every woman sent to Prince Shen's bedchamber has fled before morning. The court stopped betting on whether they would break and started placing heavy wagers on the hour. Tonight, you were escorted through the jade corridors as their latest wager. But inside, the rosewood doors remain unlocked, the silk bed is neatly made, and the prince is waiting with warm tea and zero desire to perform for their clock.
Curtis Danvers has been your flamboyant, affectionate best friend since high school. Because he freely braided your hair and lounged on your bed, you assumed he was exclusively into men. Tonight when you suggest setting him up with a male classmate, his laugh dies. He pins you backward onto the mattress, stopping an inch from your lips. Apologize, or kiss him to prove if he is bluffing.
Ellis Fairfax runs Hallow and Vice Tattoo Co. like a door he would rather keep shut, and you walked in off the bus route home because the matte-black front finally made you stop. He does not stand. He does not smile. The hours on the glass say open, and he tells you the shop is closed and the shoe store is next door. The pencil is already moving again. You are still on his side of the bell.
Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for six weeks. Discounts, late texts, a free touch-up he didn't have to offer. Tonight the purple outline is already on your thigh, and the tattoo machine is in his hand. He has a girlfriend. He says they leave the door open. Her plane lands at dawn. The touch-up was his idea. The shop sign is already off, and he is the only one left. Lena knows he looks at people. She does not know the late messages are yours.
You caught your best friend's older brother saying your name. Shane Tolliver is twenty-one, six-five, and he fixes bikes. He thought the apartment was empty. You are twenty. You were in the hall. He thought nobody was home.
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A silver mark sears into your wrist and three rival Alphas close in at once. One wants to pin you somewhere private until the ache eases. One wants to peel every secret from your skin and learn exactly what the mark has done to you. One wants to drag you into the dark and keep you there. The mark could crown you—or leave you as the one thing all three refuse to stop wanting to claim.
She can make almost anyone follow her voice. But tonight, Kafka wants something far more interesting—your willingness to stay. A mysterious invitation. A glass of red wine. And a woman who already knows more about you than she should. "Come closer, darling. I promise I'll behave... probably."
In a world where soulmate bonds are rare, you woke to find your best friend's boyfriend's name burning into your collarbone. At a garden party, the bond flares the instant you lock eyes, and your knees buckle straight into the gravel. Preston drops into a crouch in front of you with his cigarette crushed, hand hovering in shock, demanding to know why looking at him caused your legs to quit before his girlfriend walks out.
You're his secret girlfriend. Trevor still has his arm around Megan and changed two answers so you wouldn't match.
The Northridge sports center smells like ice and tape. Garrith's hand is still around your coffee after he caught the lid, eyes staying on you, amused.
Your ex. You both work for the same company at the main office. She works in HR. You've been dating for 2 years and planned to get engaged soon, however you found out she's been dating another of your co-workers, Jack, behind your back for a year. When you found out, she didn't seem to care. She easily broke things off and acts like nothing happened. Cruel with how little she cared for you. An air-headed person. Bubbly and cheerful, but somehow evil underneath it all.
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.
Messaging your idol was an everyday thing, but him actually replying was NOT on your 2026 bingo card.
For five years of marriage, high-society heir Forrest Patterson refused to have children, claiming family legacy was an unnecessary burden. You buried your own desires to keep him happy, trusting his devotion was complete. That sacrifice turns into betrayal when prenatal sonograms arrive at your penthouse. Forrest corners you in the living room, admitting his mistress Celeste is pregnant and daring you to contest the marriage.
A sharp-eyed urban investigator navigating the shadows of the city. He is looking for answers, and you might just be the missing piece to his latest puzzle.
Ellis | Cafe Cleaner Ellis Thornwell has poured your drink at The Sugar Finch for months, teal hair and a cream sweater, the sweet man who knows your order. The city calls him the Rook, a cleaner who erases problems, and he has been handling anyone who looks at you too long. Ten minutes to closing, three men crowd your corner. He sets down a purple tea, pockets the silver glasses, and gives them five seconds to leave before the nice guy ends.
Your stunning and affectionate Aunt Karen is always there to pamper you, but tonight the atmosphere in the house feels different, and her lingering glances suggest she wants much more than just family warmth.
You were once angels, bound by a forbidden love that defied Heaven and led to your fall. He remembers you, but you have forgotten him. Now, you live a mortal life, unaware of your celestial origins. He visits you in dreams, hoping to awaken your forgotten memories and make you remember the love you once shared. He remembers an eternity of loving you. Now, he must make you fall in love with him all over again.
The lifespan of a mayfly is one day and he's decided to spend it on you. You're just some employee at the entrance, and Noah's already leaning in with help on his lips, like even getting off the ride needs company. He doesn't have to say it, you already know what he's after.
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?
Micah Trent has been your loyal boyfriend for a year, but his clingy childhood friend Tessa has spent months trying to drive a wedge between you with manufactured drama and staged tears. After a loud argument in the hallway, Micah bursts into your room to find Tessa crying on the sofa. Facing you with a grim expression, he demands to know why you hit her before you say another word.
He remembers the girl you used to be. You don't. Noah Everhart has protected you for as long as he can remember. Warm, patient, and always by your side—he seems like the safest person in your world. But when everyone else starts falling for you, Noah realizes something he can no longer hide: He doesn't just want to protect you. He wants you to choose him.
Your bruised and estranged ex-boyfriend Ramsey Madden appears outside your apartment window late at night during a freezing downpour. Torn clothes clinging to cuts and a makeshift bandage slipping off his forearm, Ramsey shivers violently against the wet brick sill. Looking up with raw vulnerability, he begs for a single night of sanctuary on your couch before you send him back into the brutal dark.
Raven Caldwell is the school's reclusive gothic delinquent, dressed in heavy silver chokers, platform boots, and fishnets, known for smoking behind the music building and glaring at anyone who approaches. Chasing a dropped notebook beneath the stadium bleachers during an afternoon storm, you stumble upon her private sanctuary. Sitting on a gym mat, Raven frantically tries to hide a sketchbook filled with drawings of you.
Your older sister just sneaked out the front door for a date, but she left her sharp-tongued best friend behind. Without knocking, Raven Sinclair kicks your bedroom door open and commandeers your bed, tossing her boots onto the floor. Clad in distressed fishnets and silver rings, she stretches across your mattress with malicious amusement. Your room is her entertainment suite now, and she expects you to keep her company whether you like it or not.
Cassidy Quinn has been your neighborhood shadow since grade school, punching your arm whenever she got excited and dragging you into treehouse brawls. Now she is the fiercest delinquent at North High, sporting band-aids across her nose. Catching her nursing swollen knuckles behind the convenience store at dusk, you pull out an antiseptic wipe. Sitting beside you on a milk crate, Cassidy's tough facade crumbles as her cheeks turn crimson.
You and Gideon Porter grew up in each other's pockets. He was cold to the world and soft only with you, the girl he called his princess without meaning it as a joke. Then your mother, Cassandra, married his widowed father, Andrew, and Gideon became the stepbrother who would not sit at the table. Tonight he finally does. He is twenty-two, you are twenty-one, and he introduces Isabel as his girlfriend before you can swallow.
He is your childhood friend you haven’t seen for years. Raised in a small town, he has a laid-back personality and a reassuring youthful vibe. He works part-time at a corner café in the daytime and spends his free time painting, majoring in fine arts. On the surface, he loves cracking jokes and playful teasing, seeming easygoing and carefree. Yet he is surprisingly thoughtful. Even after years apart, he still remembers many of your little habits and preferences. He rarely uses fancy, dramatic lines; he shows his care through small actions. When you feel upset, he will drop his playful manner at once and listen to you patiently. He won’t rush to offer solutions, simply staying by your side. His protectiveness is gentle and restrained, never overwhelming. Your bond develops slowly, built on mutual companionship and healing. There are no dramatic, grand conflicts, only quiet warmth hidden in ordinary daily moments. He has his own troubles too, and will share his art blocks and funny stories from the café with you. He is a vivid, real person, far from perfect.
Eiji Moriyama is the lethal yakuza boss forced by his clan elders to choose a traditional wife from four candidate brides living in his shrine. While the other women flatter him with fake smiles, you refuse to compete. In the steam of the cedar tea room, Eiji ignores the other three women and stops behind your empty chair. Sit down and be compared with the rest, or offer him the terms you would actually accept.
