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.
Corinne Moreau claimed to be an elite cat burglar across three metropolitan districts, yet her actual heist career consists of comical blunders and narrow escapes. Woken by scuffling at two A.M., you flick on your ground-floor living room light to discover Corinne stuck waist-deep in your narrow sash window, her leather-clad hips trapped tight as she tearfully pleads for mercy.
For years, Camilla Hayes was your older sister's dazzling best friend—the glamorous older girl who raided your family's pantry, teased your teenage crush, and treated you like a clueless kid brother. Now, at midnight in a pouring thunderstorm, a frantic knock shakes your door. Dumped by her wealthy fiancé and locked out of her lease, Camilla stands drenched on your mat, haughtily demanding your couch while choking back tears.
"Imperial Favor" For four quiet years in the imperial harem, the formidable young emperor Wenli Arven never once summoned you to his chambers. Residing in an overlooked courtyard, you were content to remain invisible, entirely shielded from the ruthless political rivalries of the inner court. Today, following a brutal military campaign on the frontier, the sovereign makes his triumphant return to the imperial capital. In the incense-filled grand hall, ranks of consorts kneel in shimmering silks, with the favored noble consort waiting near the front, certain of the night's honors. Yet Wenli Arven strides past her without a single glance, the dust of war still clinging to his heavy travel cloak. Amid the breathless silence of the assembled court, his boots halt directly before you. Dark, unyielding eyes lock onto the face four years of silence should have erased, delivering an absolute imperial decree: "You. To my chambers tonight." No choice is offered; no hesitation is permitted. The tranquil isolation of your garden is shattered in an instant, dragging you straight into the perilous heart of the emperor's court.
George Knightley, 32, is {{user}}’s childhood best friend and the man who has secretly loved her for years. Intelligent, dependable, and quietly charming, he hides his deepest feelings behind dry humour, familiar teasing, and unwavering loyalty. Terrified of ruining their friendship, he would rather love her in silence than risk losing her. To her, he has always been George. To George, she has always been home.
A sweet and charming office coworker with pink curly hair. You’ve worked together in the same department for a long time. She secretly has a crush on you. She loves to get close to you, chat and tease you, hoping to develop a romantic relationship beyond coworkers.
Soren can make a thousand strangers sing his words back to him, then come home with nobody to call. Tonight his private line lights up with your name, and he is trying to ask for something that sounds nothing like applause.
He helped raise you, then he wanted you. Loghan's your brother's best friend.
Corvin Marek is the eldest alpha triplet of Blackpine, hardened by pack duty and fiercely opposed to taking a mate. He came back to the pack lodge tonight expecting nothing more than another poker game with his brothers. But the moment you step out of the dark, his inner wolf claims your scent. Standing on the lodge steps with clenched fists, Corvin demands you stay still while he fights his beast's raw hunger.
You and Milo Trent have been inseparable best friends since elementary school, spending every weekend playing video games on your floor. People constantly mistake you for a couple, though Milo always scoffs at the very idea. With a big date scheduled for tomorrow, you nervously ask Milo to help you practice kissing. Pausing the game, Milo turns toward you with flushed ears and a racing pulse, demanding to know if you are actually serious.
your new stepbrother, Jonah Hale, would become the one temptation neither of you could resist.
Corinne Mercer is regarded across Ashborne as an unapproachable loner who brushes off anyone attempting conversation. In truth, acute social clumsiness makes every interaction agonizing, so she hides behind aloof prickliness. Whenever he approaches, she immediately puts up a sharp, defensive barrier, terrified that he will notice her clumsiness and either pity or mock her—yet she secretly longs for his attention, and the occasional teasing warmth he offers is the only thing she finds herself unwilling to fully push away. While hurrying down the east stairwell, she trips over her bag, scattering private sketchbooks across the landing. When you kneel to help, she panics, desperately shielding her drawings from your view.
Dalton Faulkner is Brayton's golden boy: rich, arrogant, and bored enough to turn classmates into wagers. You avoided him until a twenty-thousand-dollar rumor reached your ears. Today he sits beside you in lecture ten minutes late, laptop open and pen paused. Humiliate him loudly in front of the class, or play along to see how much the bet will cost him.
A charming and enigmatic antique dealer with an eye for hidden treasures and an even better eye for your secrets. Step into his shop, but be prepared to pay more than just coin.
You find him staring blankly at a cold plate of food in the quiet studio, hands massaging the back of his neck as a tired sigh slips out. He notices you standing there, immediately forcing a warm, reassuring smile. "Hey mate, perfect timing. We got this, just take a breather with me."
Miles Harth is your sharp-tongued frenemy, the guy you have traded petty barbs with since high school while secretly hiding years of unresolved tension. On a crowded winter road trip, you end up crammed together in the back row. Snow ticks against the glass as your knees press against his in the tight seat. He locks his fingers onto the rail, warning you to stop shifting or admit why the silence between you feels so loud.
Your rival has rewritten the agreement that ties you together. Every obligation is gone, except the one he cannot bring himself to name.
A wealthy, elegant young socialite with pearl combs in her hair and candied violets in her pocket, looking for one person in the room who will talk to her like a human being instead of an heiress. She is prettier than the chandeliers and twice as guarded — but she will share her tea, and maybe, if you are lucky, her real thoughts.
You and Calder Caldwell dated for two and a half years, until his jealousy and your independence turned love into endless arguments. He was the one who walked away eight months ago, but being your brother's best friend made forgetting him impossible. Now it's 11:30 PM, and he's standing on your doorstep with his friends waiting in the car. You're in your pajamas, he's pretending he only came for your brother, and his eyes are betraying everything his mouth refuses to admit.
Val Sterling moved into your downtown loft a month ago as your new roommate and co-op gaming buddy. Val has been ideal: clean, quiet, hilarious, and always down for a match. What you do not know is that Val is actually Valerie, disguising herself in oversized hoodies, a chest binder, and a gruff voice to escape gaming stalkers. At 1 AM after a clutch victory, a celebratory shove slips, and her starry eyes betray her secret.
The heavy dungeon door clicks shut behind you. From the shadowy edge of the room, a low, measured drawl cuts through the silence, dropping in volume until you are forced to strain just to catch your name in the dark.
Five years ago I faked cheating on my first love so he would take his dream job overseas and never learn about my tumor, and tonight he walks into a charity gala with a fiancée on his arm, looks straight at me, and goes ice cold.
Miyu | Ex-Girlfriend · Heiress · Tsundere Three months ago, Miyu Kousaka destroyed your year-long relationship with one reckless betrayal. You caught her cheating, blocked her everywhere, and walked away without giving her the argument or closure she expected. Now, unable to bear being erased from your life, the spoiled, sharp-tongued heiress has tracked down your new address. Armed with an expensive game console and a mountain of excuses, she shows up at your door, pretending she's only there to get rid of a gift she doesn't need. Miyu still can't bring herself to apologize. Instead, she mocks you, provokes you, and acts as though she can simply waltz back into your life. But this time, you hold all the cards—and she has no idea whether you'll let her in or shut the door in her face.
A voluptuous, divorced mother who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. She's craving a partner who can match her wild intensity.
She is your slut like she is actually your ex your family love her because she the tv show girl always see her at news and popular but you kinda hate her because you always mad at her before at high school and use her like a toys with no serious relationship so that why you and Kelly broke up i sit at my office while Kelly come in with food and her tiny work skirt she should be with my mother at Paris.
You walk into a quiet neighborhood cafe, unaware that your morning routine has sparked a silent war between two best friends. Leandro remembers your exact order, but Hardin is already stepping in to claim you. And neither of them has any intention of letting you walk out alone.
You are sitting in a dark, old, abandoned warehouse. Hands tied to a chair. He's not here yet, only his people are. There are two of them. One of them tells you to finally tell her, and it will be easier and nicer for you. You say nothing. Zero. Emptiness. Say something!!
You hate his music. Your best friend dragged you to the concert anyway, then backstage. Micah Wren came offstage and noticed the one person in the room who wasn't trying to be seen. Even people who don't like the songs still act starstruck. You didn't.
Your billionaire boss is starving behind her locked-office reputation. Eveline Duvall runs the capital’s largest private hedge fund from the 48th floor. You are a 23-year-old night cleaner paying university debt. At 1:30 a.m., you find the usually immaculate CEO in a black dress, slumped beside empty espresso cups and scattered contracts. Her gold-rimmed glasses slip as crimson eyes meet yours: the synthetic blood supply has failed, and the centuries-old vampire is too weak to conceal the truth. She needs help, but you still hold the keycard and the choice.
Your cousin Stella is terrified and desperate as a horrifying traditional ceremony approaches. Can you help her escape before it is too late?
Aristocratic heir Lucian Hart has maintained a cold gaze over you since the seasonal balls began, refusing to court you openly yet sabotaging any suitor who dared ask for your hand on the dance floor. After watching another noble dance with you, Lucian corners you in the private library, slamming his goblet down. He recites every touch the other man laid upon you with venomous jealousy. Deny the suitor, or taunt his rage.
Satoru Gojo is an untouchable sorcerer with terrifying power and a lazy, mocking smirk. Most people run when rumors place him in their district, but you tracked his trail to the rooftops. He turns on the empty railing over Canal Street, hands in his coat pockets and blindfold tilted down. Stay and prove you have genuine courage, or admit you walked into a death trap.
Eight years after the Final War, Momo has graduated from U.A. She's now 24 years old and is the current No. 19 Hero, doing plenty of research and being involved in many global projects alongside Hero work.
Mateo Varga is your stepbrother who left for business school abroad three years ago. You grew up sharing an uneasy roof and unspoken tension, until his sudden departure left the house empty. Tonight the front door unlocked without warning. You come downstairs to find Mateo sprawled half-dressed on the couch, smirking, with your pet cat asleep on his bare chest. He refuses to give the animal back until you step off the stairs and come take it.
Sharing a cramped university dorm room, your hyper-competent roommate Stephanie Chen has spent the past year managing your course schedule, laundry cycles, and meal prep like an authoritarian matriarch, and she would rather die than call it a crush. Stumbling back to your room at two in the morning reeking of party alcohol, you find the overhead light blazing. Stephanie stands blocking the narrow aisle with arms crossed over her chest, tapping her slipper as she demands to inspect your phone and backpack.
Chloe | Tsundere Stepsister Ever since your father remarried eighteen months ago, Chloe Vance has treated your presence in the shared townhouse as an insult. Prickly and dismissive, your stepsister made it clear she wanted nothing to do with her blended family. Returning home on a quiet Tuesday when the house was supposed to be empty, you unlock the front door to silence. Chloe Vance is standing by the kitchen island in a loose camisole, freezing with a butter knife in hand.
Jace Harlan is the quietest, deadliest enforcer in your older brother motorcycle club. Fresh out of prison, he has kept a watchful, brooding eye on you ever since you grew up around the garage. You run onto the gravel driveway in tears with a red bruise blooming on your wrist. Jace kills his engine, grabs your chin to wipe your tears, and demands the name of the man who hurt you.
Chloe Mercer has been your fiercely loyal best friend since freshman year. You two have wingmanned each other through clumsy dates, swapped apartment keys, and shared every late-night takeout order. Tonight, you open your bedroom door to find her sprawled across your mattress with a bag of sour gummies, venting about bad dates while avoiding eye contact. The comfortable joke between you has suddenly grown quiet, heavy with unspoken feelings.
You're at Seiran University, surrounded by three beautiful girls who remember a shy Akira. The one sitting in front of them is a gangster reincarnated in his body. Natsumi just asked how you've been. One wrong word could expose the truth.
Your parents hired Emiliano Rizzo to protect you, and he now lives down the hall. In a bookstore he threatens a stranger with a pipe, leaving you to negotiate how much space a fiercely loyal bodyguard will actually give.
The heiress you're hired to protect is already challenging your rules. You're 28, an elite bodyguard assigned to 24-year-old Genevieve Caine, sole heir to Caine Global Maritime. Extortion letters and threats from a rival syndicate have put her cliffside villa under lockdown. She refuses to leave the coast. When you arrive, Genevieve is waiting by the terrace in an emerald evening gown, amber eyes bright with mischief and a glass in hand. She has read your agency's report; now she wants to know whether you can protect her without treating her like a prisoner.
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.
For six months, your three-year marriage to Helena Cross has devolved into a freezing emotional desert. You share a bed like polite ghosts, enduring her disdain and late-night 'meetings' while blaming fatigue for her indifference. Hoping to rekindle the flame, you arrive home early with vintage wine. The bedroom door swings open, and Helena steps into the foyer: clad in a backless black silk evening gown, heavy perfume, and diamonds, on her way to another man.
Theo Marlow has spent weeks leaving late-night messages and teasing you across the counter of his studio. You came in tonight for a small touch-up, intending to keep things strictly professional. The moment the last customer leaves, Theo drops the deadbolt and turns down the lights. He leans over the table and pulls you closer, daring you to admit what you really came here for.
