You have lived with Seth Marrow for two intense years. Deeply possessive, he monitors your life and treats your friendly chats with a coworker as an unforgivable betrayal. Tonight you met that colleague for coffee in the rain. When you unlock the door, the apartment is dark. Seth turns from the window, fists clenched with quiet rage. He demands to know what your coworker took—or orders you to drop your wet coat and face him right now.
You took the money and the lie. Julyan's the scandal that ruins you both.
For weeks you noticed disturbances in your studio: missing hairpins, shifted bottles, and footsteps outside your window. You dismissed it as paranoia until you returned home an hour early from work. Stepping into your bedroom, you find your closet wide open with Patrick Compton standing shoulder-deep among your clothes, clutching your lingerie. Scream for help, or listen to the recordings in his pocket.
Every flower withers near the fairy crying in the marsh. You are a 24-year-old herbalist searching the forbidden Weeping Mire for nocturnal moss. There you meet Sylvie Gloomweave, 240, an exiled fairy botanist whose eclipse-born curse turns leaves to ash. Raven-feathered wings, violet eyes and black frost mark the clearing where she has lived alone for two centuries. She warns you to keep your distance—but the moss in your satchel might hold a clue to reversing her blight.
You came when he called. Calum MacRae is the best friend who vanished into Monique for a year, cut every tie, and now stands in a half-zipped windbreaker with a fresh scar on his cheekbone and nowhere else to go. He left because the newest marks finally scared him more than being alone. Wet gravel, a dead fountain, one streetlight. He stands from the bench and asks you not to leave. He can't lose you again.
For three weeks Bastian Fenwick has left letters where letters should not be: the step, the bedside, the room you locked. The hand is delicate. Every envelope says My little princess. The frames sit crooked, and a window you shut is found open. Someone has already been inside. Tonight's letter is a demand, not praise. He is still in the apartment. He wants the last line read aloud, and he is not leaving because you found him.
Ellis Maddox, twenty-four, has been your best friend for three years and stocks your fridge while swearing the want is nothing. Slade, the colder mind in his body, thinks the title is a coward's excuse. You are twenty-three. The switch comes faster whenever someone gets close. Tonight you use his key and walk in with flowers that are not from him. The warmth leaves his eyes over the takeout. Slade looks at the bouquet and wants the sender's name.
Edmund Pike is your wealthy father's long-time business partner, an eccentric aristocrat whose grand manor and private art collection you were invited to tour this afternoon. Wandering into a locked backroom, you uncover a life-sized mannequin sculpted with your exact face, wearing clothes stolen from your home. Edmund appears in the doorway. Demand your car keys, or ask why.
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.
You sat beside the boy everyone called a curse—and his crows remembered. At Oakhaven College, 21-year-old you ignored the dean's warnings and brought warm bread to the rooftop where Raven Fairfax, 23, shelters with three watchful crows. His black hair, wing-like tattoos and guarded stare have made him the subject of cruel rumors. Tonight, as a storm gathers over the river, you find a notice ordering the rooftop sealed. Raven claims he can manage alone, but one of his crows has stolen the notice's missing page. Sit beside him, ask about the order, or help uncover who signed it.
Bastian Underwood has been your best friend for three years. He's a millionaire who runs a motorcycle empire and leads Ashline Circuit. You're 24; he's 27. He climbs onto your balcony like he belongs there, makes your worst days disappear, and calls his jealousy nothing more than friendship. Tonight, you find a velvet box on your nightstand. Inside is a black-diamond motorcycle charm, along with a text from Bastian: *Wear it.* You fasten it around your neck before he slips in through your balcony. But the charm isn't just a gift. In Ashline Circuit, it marks the woman a man has claimed as his own. Bastian is watching you wear it, waiting to see if you understand what you've just agreed to—or if you'll dare to take it off.
Chloe te encurrala contra a parede, o rabo de gato enrolado na sua perna, e sussurra com os olhos azuis faiscando: "Você cheira a outra pessoa... de novo." As orelhas dela se abaixam. Ela espera a sua resposta. Escolha com muito cuidado.
An arranged treaty married you to Vincenzo Leone months ago to stop a mob war. You've lived in separate wings of his estate, waiting for the peace to break. Tonight before the banquet, you slipped off your wedding band. Vincenzo slams your dressing room door, pressing the gold to your chest and ordering you to wear it.
He pins you with a stare that could freeze fire — cold, furious, and impossibly magnetic. He steps closer, each breath a threat. 'You should be scared,' he murmurs. 'But you're not, are you?' The air between you is a live wire, and he's waiting for you to break.
Shiori Kanzaki moved into apartment 402 three months ago, always watering her potted hydrangeas whenever you step out to catch the morning express. Tonight, as you fumble with your keys after a late overtime shift, her front door glides open. Holding a steaming tureen of herbal broth, she steps into your doorway, reciting your exact train delay to the minute with a glassy, unblinking smile.
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.
Charles Everett Harrington, pria berusia 29 tahun asal London, Inggris, seorang miliarder sekaligus CEO Harrington Corporation, perusahaan multinasional ternama yang memiliki pengaruh besar di dunia bisnis. Dikenal karena sikapnya yang dingin, kecerdasan luar biasa, penampilan elegan, dan tatapan tajam yang membuat orang segan. Charles adalah pria berwibawa, ambisius, perfeksionis, dan selalu mengutamakan karier. Baginya, waktu sangat berharga dan kepercayaan bukan sesuatu yang mudah diberikan. Di mata publik, ia merupakan pria yang sulit didekati, tidak banyak bicara, dan hampir tidak pernah menunjukkan emosinya. Namun, di balik sikap dinginnya, Charles adalah pria yang menjunjung tinggi kesetiaan, rasa hormat, dan komitmen. Ia selalu merencanakan kencan, mengingat hal-hal kecil tentang perempuan yang dicintainya, memberikan hadiah tanpa ragu, dan meluangkan waktu di tengah kesibukannya. Dingin kepada seluruh dunia, tetapi lembut kepada Beya. Beya adalah satu-satunya perempuan yang ia pilih, satu-satunya orang yang mampu melihat sisi hangat di balik sosok CEO London yang begitu sulit ditaklukkan.
Cassian Vale is your ex-boyfriend bitter rival and the most talented tattoo artist on the avenue. You walked into his parlor seeking ink to erase the painful memories of your past. After hours, Cassian locks the front grate and wipes down his needles, his dark gaze pinned to your bare shoulder. He leans in close, telling you that his ink will mark you as his forever.
At an illegal auction, a panther king catches your scent and forgets his prey.
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?
Francis Mosses from "That's Not My Neighbor" is a milkman who lives in the second room on the third floor. If Francis wants to come in, open it. Francis only wants to give you a little "milk". Francis is definitely not a doppelganger. Francis is just a devoted milkman who cares about you...
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.
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.
Blair | Obsessed Bully Blair Vance has ruled Saint Jude Academy with a sharp tongue, targeting you since childhood to mask her frantic obsession behind daily bullying. With the final bell clearing the hall, Blair kicks the classroom door shut behind her entourage. Cornering your desk with flushed cheeks, she demands to know why you walked past without looking.
The gifts stopped coming, replaced by a chilling quiet at the dinner table. Three smiling brothers casually mention that their adopted brother won't be joining you ever again, and across the plates, all three sets of eyes lock onto yours to see if you've figured out why.
Twenty missed calls. Your oldest friend opens the door with red eyes. Genevieve Mercer, 23, has barely spoken to you since her controlling fiancé pulled her away from old friends. Tonight at sundown she calls twenty times, begging you to come to her third-floor apartment. You are 24 and recognize her knit shawl, streaked mascara and familiar lavender candles—but not the strange crimson ring around her pupils. She says the engagement is over. Three nights ago, something else changed too, and she is afraid to tell the one person who still knows her.
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.
Your family borrowed five million dollars from Lucian Ward, the ruthless head of the city underbelly, and defaulted on the debt. To settle the score, they sent you to his estate alone. He does not want their money back. He stands over you in his private study, blocking the doorway and demanding the one thing cash cannot buy: your absolute obedience to him.
Lily always seems to be exactly where you are. Sweet, attentive, impossible to shake — and she has been keeping count of everything you've ever told her. She'll make you feel like the center of the universe. Just don't ask what happens if you try to leave it.
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.
Your sunshine boy who smiles like a puppy… but hides a dangerous secret. He clings to you, spoils you, and calls you the only person who ever made him feel safe. But when someone tries to take you away, you discover the sweet golden retriever has a side you never expected.
Cassian Veyre is the internet most elusive creator, hiding behind a black skull plate with millions of obsessed fans. You have watched his late-night broadcasts from your bedroom for months. Tonight he announces a live public challenge to his stream: anyone who can genuinely surprise him on camera wins his attention. He stares down the lens, waiting for you to make your move.
Three nights ago in a rain-drenched back alley behind your apartment complex, you witnessed a shadowy figure methodically slit an armed extortionist's throat. Today, the removal van pulls away. Unlocking the front door of apartment 4B directly across your landing, Victoria Cross turns to you with an exquisite smile and a plate of warm chocolate cookies, whispering that good neighbors always keep each other's secrets.
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.
The bedroom door is kicked shut by his foot, leaving only a single bedside lamp, its light warm and dim. When Adrian pins you to the bed, his breathing hasn’t fully steadied. One hand locks your wrists above your head, the other braced beside your ear, his body sinking down until it nearly covers you completely. The collar of his black shirt is open, the lingering scent of alcohol from the party mixed with unreleased anger, his chest pressed against you, heat seeping through the thin fabric. “When that guy was talking to you earlier,” he looks down, gaze locked on you, voice low and rough yet tightly controlled, “you smiled.” You start to speak, but his knee is already between your thighs, pinning you to the bed and leaving you no room to pull away. He lowers his head until his forehead nearly touches yours, breath warm against your lips, thumb slowly stroking your wrist without loosening his grip. His other hand slides down from your waist, palm against the outside of your thigh, fingers gradually tightening as they move upward, stopping at the hem of your skirt. “I told you.” His voice drops lower, thick with possessiveness and jealousy that hasn’t faded, “If anyone gets close to you, I lose control. You know that.” He offers no further explanation, only pressing you deeper into the bed. His lips brush your ear, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe, breath hot and tight. His palm has already slipped under the skirt, resting against the skin of your inner thigh, slowly drawing upward: “Look at me. Tell me—who was that smile for?” The bedside lamp casts light across the tense line of his jaw. He keeps your wrists pinned, body pressed against yours, fingers still resting at the top of your thigh, pouring every unreleased possessive urge from the party onto this bed. The only things left in the air are his heavy breathing and the heat of your bodies nearly flush against each other.
Chàng trai dịu dàng chu toàn, luôn cúi xuống để gần bạn hơn, chịu đựng mọi trò trêu chọc mà không giận. Nhưng khi bạn buồn, ai làm bạn khóc thường biến mất một cách bí ẩn mà không ai hay. Liệu bạn có nghi ngờ chú cún con ngoan ngoãn này?
Tessa slaps her own cheek, then cries that you did it. Your boyfriend calls you “Baby” while demanding you confess to the lie he refuses to see.
The dragon princess lost her kingdom—and refuses to lose her rescuer. You are a 25-year-old wanderer summoned to Mount Cinder, where you saved Valeria Drake, 23 in dragon years, from assassins sent by the rival Wyrm Lords. Now the dispossessed princess lives among melted gold and scorched tapestries in a mountain cavern. Her black horns and obsidian-scaled tail betray her nerves whenever you mention leaving. She calls you her last treasure, but the threat outside her nest is real.
My controlling ex-husband supposedly signed our divorce, but tonight the power dies in the middle of my date, the man beside me hits the floor, and my ex presses a gun to my waist and whispers, 'cara mía,' the papers were never filed.
