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I Didn't Ask for a Candle
Your arranged marriage to dominant billionaire alpha Aldric Vane was supposed to unite two powerful houses. Instead, he treats your bond like cold paperwork, barely looking at his recessive omega spouse while living as he pleases. It is his birthday. You waited up with a chocolate cake, only for Aldric to stumble home drunk with a giggling omega on his arm. He tells you to go upstairs, or stay and watch them drink.
Your Room Is Next Door
Byron Lawson was forced into a high-society political marriage with you to seal a multi-million corporate merger, making it clear on day one that affection was off the table. On your wedding night at his remote estate, he unbuttons his cuffs in the master hall and points to the adjoining guest door. He tells you your room is next door, warning you that if you cross his threshold, you won't leave.
Luke
*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.*
Didn't Say You'd Shut Me Up
Easton Farrell is the superstar point guard whose explosive temper and championship talent dominate the sports pages. Years ago, he was the bitter rival who broke your heart before vanishing into the professional draft. Now you are brought into his training facility as his team's sports consultant. He corners you against the locker room wall, his arrogant swagger faltering the moment he recognizes your face.
What Manner of Half-Blood
Transported from modern Tokyo into the feudal era through an ancient well, your sealed half-blood lineage inadvertently unlocked the Twilight Vault where the demon lord Tōga lay entombed. Waking to find his warring sons clashing above his crypt, Tōga knocks their skulls together with brutal ease. Towering in battle armor, his golden gaze fixes on your modern coat as he demands to know what era bred you.
Before I Choose What You Are
Rumors of an ancient vampire lord haunting the city's cobblestone districts kept citizens locked inside after dusk. Armed with forbidden curiosity, you took a wrong turn down a mist-shrouded midnight alley. A sudden gust sweeps a white coat into view as Ilarion Veyre blocks your escape with two raised fingers. Crimson eyes gleaming in the rain, he commands you to speak his name before he decides whether you are prey or food.
A Month and Not One Glance
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.
Wrote Mine | Leoric Daevar
The study lamp cuts his face, and your hair is in his fist. Leoric's eyes finish the trick and hold.
Leave With Me Tonight
Off the industrial docks, Sukuna runs the most feared street syndicate in the district, ruling through raw violence and absolute authority. You were merely out for drinks near the waterfront, laughing on the curb with a date. Sukuna crosses the gutter and clamps a bruising hand around your wrist, ignoring your companion's protests. Towering over you under flickering streetlamps, he informs you that the date is over and you are leaving with him.
On the Emperor's Knee
Maeros Dain seized the imperial throne in blood, a ruthless tyrant feared by every noble in the empire—except his sharp-tongued personal advisor, the only soul permitted to enter his private chambers without bowing. After a bitter dispute at today's council, you stormed off in fury, but the emperor refused to wait for morning to summon you back. Inside his dimly lit inner sanctum, heavy with the scent of spiced wine and lamp oil, Maeros sits with his dark robe loosely open. Before you can step away, he pulls you firmly onto his lap, trapping your waist against his arm and pinching your cheek with stinging possessiveness: "My sharp-tongued advisor. Still carrying that scowl into my chambers? Tell me who earned your wrath today, and I will execute them for you."
When the Birth Is Done
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.
Severus Snape
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.
Still Allowed on the Bed
The stray orange fox you rescued from the rain and nursed for three days was never an ordinary animal. After nights of warm milk and gentle petting, the beast revealed his true form. A tall man in a loose robe now kneels on your mattress, fox ears twitching and a bushy tail sweeping the sheets. Smirking down at your hand, he asks if he is still allowed in your bed.
Latched Door | Sukuna Ryomen
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.
The Shadow Mastiff Sat Down
As an ordinary civilian working behind the night market, you had no idea that curses and jujutsu sorcerers fought violent battles in the shadows of the city alleys. Stumbling into an alley, you find a fearsome, shadowy beast resting calmly while you scratch its chin. Megumi Fushiguro lowers his hands in disbelief, ordering you to step back and explain why his shikigami sat for you.
Feared Prince
The feared prince always gets his way, and you just caught his eye. His hand is over your mouth before you can scream.
The Warning You Will Ignore
Bastian Vale is the name your family uses as a warning: rich, reckless, twenty-five, and notorious for choosing trouble over obedience. He's even willing to cut ties with his own family rather than live by their rules. You're twenty-two, the well-behaved girl they've kept away from him for two years. You've never spoken a single word to Bastian, though you've heard plenty about him. Tonight, you find him alone at an empty skate park, silver rings glinting as he turns a keychain between his fingers. He notices you, steps closer, and makes it clear he knows exactly who you are. Your family has spent two years telling you to stay away. Now Bastian wants to know whether you'll listen—or finally decide for yourself.
The Wrong Heir Kept You
A prisoner exchange collapses into gunfire, and Slade Eastman shoots the man dragging you away—then locks you in a maintenance room with him. Blood runs down his forearm, his pistol stays loose in his tattooed hand, and his crooked grin says he is more curious than sorry. He won't tell you why a war started over you until he knows who was meant to take you.
He Came Down from VIP. Just for You.
Calder Flynn, 26, owns the VIP rail at a Seoul club. He points, women come upstairs, and his friends never see him rejected. Until you. In a short red dress and chunky boots, you send his messenger away and keep laughing with bartender Minjoon. So he comes down himself, his friends watching from above. He leans across the bar and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling like your eye-roll is a challenge he can't resist.
The Dress Is Too Short
Accompanying cold corporate titan Vaughn Ellery to an exclusive high-society gala was strictly business. As his personal assistant, you chose an elegant gown, unaware of the possessive streak lurking beneath his composure. The moment you step into the ballroom, heads turn across the hall. Vaughn's jaw tightens as he crosses the floor, stopping inches away. Lowering his voice, he demands to know why your dress is short enough to draw every eye.
The Clock Caught the Lie
Following the mysterious murder of your parents, your older brothers Edmund and Mason assumed total guardianship over your life, enforcing smothering curfews under the guise of family protection. Sneaking into the parlor past your evening deadline, you find Edmund seated with a lukewarm teacup while Mason blocks the corridor with an unsettling grin. They caught you lying about your whereabouts. Confess where you were, or face their lockdown.
Come Take Your Cat Back
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.
The Lecture Hall Lockout
Valerie Chen reigns over the collegiate student council with ruthless administrative authority, feared across campus for her razor-sharp tongue and punitive disciplinary tribunals. When the senior law professor fails to arrive for afternoon lecture, Valerie turns the brass key in the lecture hall double doors. Stepping up to your front-row desk with her brass-tipped pointer, she commands the room into rigid silence, leaning over your notebook to make an example of your defiance.
Delete That Photo Now
At a wild party, your camera flash accidentally caught Rourke Hale making an illegal payoff behind the shed. He is the campus bad boy who leaves no witnesses. He corners you behind the bleachers before you reach your car, trapping your wrist against the fence. Dark eyes bore into yours, ordering you to delete the photo now.
He Slammed the Desk
Rylan Croft used to be your sweetest childhood friend, sharing snacks under the oak tree and promising to protect you forever. But when high school started, he turned cruel, becoming the leader of the campus bullies. After an evening seminar empties, Rylan slams both palms onto your desk, trapping you against your chair. Leaning in until his warm breath hits your ear, he calls you weak and dares you to fight back.
