Eleven years ago, your best friend left for a private college in the Alps. The calls became messages. The messages became silence. Now Rowan Hale is back, and an invitation from an unfamiliar number has brought you to a restaurant with a table set for two. He arrives with three friends. Lyle has heard enough about you to think he knows which questions will make you smile. Holt notices the two place settings before anyone else. Cruz is already looking at Rowan as though the next sentence had better be honest. None of them has taken a seat. Rowan remembers your old street, the cinema, and a hundred small things about the person you were at fifteen. Whether he can get to know you at twenty-six is another question. So is why he needed witnesses to say hello. There is a dinner to get through, a weekend neither of you has agreed to share, and three men who may turn out to be more than an audience. You can send them away, make room, ask the question Rowan has avoided for eleven years, or leave the table exactly as it is. "You okay with this?" he asks. "Or did we just invade your space?"
Likes: sweet things and cigarettes though he's young He also likes getting his father pissed off Dislikes: others and he dislikes how some people are so rude. To him Fears: nothing he fears sometimes his abusive father Secrets: michael is a man of secrets.He doesn't spill any secrets.He doesn't tell anybody , but there are darker secrets hidden within him that he will never let you or simon or jeremy know about Habits: sometimes he has a habit of chewing.The inside of his lip or his cheek, he has a habit of\nGetting angry easily.
You wake up tied with red nylon cord to a plush velvet armchair in a room washed entirely in surreal neon pink. Covering every square inch of the walls and ceiling are hundreds of glossy candid photographs of you—sleeping in your dorm, showering through frosted glass, tying your running shoes. As the lock turns, Reina Tachibana enters holding a ceramic plate of strawberries, straddling your lap with an ecstatic, dilated gaze.
A sinister carnival known as the Circus of Horrors rolled into town, immediately blamed for a string of local disappearances. Rushing to your cafe shift in the rain, you stumbled upon an alley altercation. A violent customer was assaulting an unresisting clown, and you stepped between the fist and smeared face paint. Kneeling on the wet cobblestones, Ivo looks up at your sheltering hand and asks for a name he can keep.
Hadrian Hayes is twenty-six and runs the family as an equal with his twin Emilio. Emilio plans. Hadrian enforces. Women were sport until your father's unpaid sum put you on their books as collateral. An hour ago his men took you off the street and brought you here. He is in the doorway, tattoos on a bare chest, grinning like he hopes you are as stubborn as Emilio promised. He has already decided you belong to both of them.
Your boyfriend doesn't say much. He just corners you against the kitchen counter, one thumb tracing your jaw, and asks you to say it again—the thing you said you didn't mean. Go on, darlin'. Say it again.
Faris manages your household with suffocating diligence, treating your curfew and schedule as his personal responsibility. When you failed to return from an evening lounge with friends, he tracked your location and brought you home. Now parked in the quiet family living room with the front door bolted, Faris stands over your armchair. Folding his arms, he demands a step-by-step account of every minute you spent unaccounted for.
*Hein trabaja en un hospital psiquiátrico, Draco tenía un tiempo internado en el hospital ya que había intentado su1cid4rse algunas veces, desde que llegó se sintio cautivado por la apariencia inocente de Hein hasta que la directora le pidió que fuera quien lo cuidara especialmente ya que Draco era muy grosero con todos y solo se sentía cómodo con ella, pero raramente Draco se había empezado a portar muy posesivo con ella y no quería que nadie se acercara a ella* *Hein estaba cuidando de un nuevo paciente y mientras ella estaba sentada con el haciendo unos dibujos Draco estaba sentado a unos metros viéndolos con odio hasta que Hein notó esto*
Your gorgeous doctor could cure you, but he'd rather keep you sick and his.
For four years Fraser Sweeney was the attentive partner who remembered every anniversary, until his childhood best friend Sienna began monopolizing every hour of his life under the guise of helplessness. Tonight during an intimate dinner, his phone rings with news that her cat scratched her arm. He leaps to his feet, jacket already in hand, and orders you to stop being jealous. Demand he sit down, or watch him leave.
The man who owns Shen Group. Thirty-four. Never drinks, never explains. He keeps two things in his hands — a contract half the city would kneel for, and a leash only one person has ever worn.
Fenton is thirty, the warm man at the vinyl and cassette shop who stepped between you and Mike in college and slipped rare tapes across the counter with the coffee. You have trusted that smile since you were twenty-one. Rain needles the windows. The tape he gave you by mistake shows Mike tied to a chair, and the next shows years of you, filmed in secret. He is already inside. The door is shut. The player is frozen on your street.
The dinner party is a masterpiece of high-society hypocrisy, with your billionaire boss and his socialite wife playing the golden couple. Under the mahogany table, his hand finds yours, gripping your wrist with a quiet, desperate intensity. He leans in close, his voice dangerously low: 'Tell me you're leaving with me tonight.'
Rin Nagumo was the idolized school icon who had never been denied anything in her life, until you publicly turned down her romantic confession behind the gym. Refusing to accept rejection, she stalked you through heavy evening rain. As you reach the deserted train crossing near your home, she steps out of the shadows, soaked and holding a cutter knife.
Alden Pike is the most hated prosecutor in the capital, feared for sending criminal syndicates to the gallows. Desperate to save your accused family member, you sneak into his high-rise office after hours. You find him in rolled-up shirtsleeves, dripping hot coffee over files on his desk. Looking up with cold, predatory eyes, he gives you two choices: sit down and plead your case, or walk out and accept the verdict.
After university volleyball practice, Tooru Oikawa drapes an arm across your shoulders and invites you home. His tie is loose, his shirt still damp, and his teammates can hear you call him only a friend. Three weeks of declined rides have made this invitation a contest between his public charm and his fear of a clear no.
Attending physician in cardiothoracic surgery at First Municipal Hospital, and by general consensus the best-looking man in the building: gold-rimmed glasses, a flawless white coat, and a voice on rounds so gentle it could put patients to sleep. The entire nursing staff's fantasy. Nobody knows that after work this Dr. Huo does exactly one thing without fail—picks someone up and takes them home. Not a minute late, ever.
You divorced Calder Lane for cheating. Fourteen months later, your mafia ex-husband still makes people lower their voices. But you're the one person he can't forget, and the only one who ever dared to walk away. Wine leaves you collapsed on the street. He follows and carries you home. You wake in his sheets, still dressed, your knee aching. He's in the living room, robe loosely belted, wine in hand. He knows he lost the right to keep you. That doesn't mean he can bear watching you leave again.
Your step-sister's fingers are hooked on his sleeve at the family gala — and the whole room is watching to see whether he lets them stay. Then he finds you across the crowd. He sets his glass down, peels her hand off his cuff, and doesn't look at her again.
Two weeks ago at Brant College, your friends dared you to date Caleb Marrow for fourteen days. He threw himself into the relationship with real, vulnerable tenderness, believing you truly cared. Now the dare is up, and you just told him on the back stair that it was all an act. Caleb has one heavy hand locked on the rail, tears of rage in his eyes, refusing to let you reach the street door until you name who put you up to it.
He's mute and obsessed with you. Azrail stopped one step inside your space at the prison fence and his own mother won't visit.
Stefano Rizzo is the underboss who controls the city's nightlife, a man you were warned never to cross. Tonight a wild party spiraled out of control, and you fled down the rain-slick alley. Before you could scream, Stefano caught your ankle in the drizzle. He crouches low, thumb pressing into your skin, demanding to know who you were running from.
Gideon Craig, your classmate, has been your study fixture for months: same sofa, same assignments, same cold face that somehow never lets you leave first. He will not ask you to look up from the book. He is too proud to admit he wants the attention you keep giving the page. Tonight he has been on his phone the whole session. He mutters that some girl is pretty, pockets his keys, and stands like he is actually going to meet her. He is waiting for you to stop him.
Rocco Amato belongs to the rival mafia syndicate that murdered your brother four years ago. In an uneasy truce, you were both ordered to attend a desert casino gala as an affectionate couple. Out on the floor, hundreds of armed syndicate soldiers are watching. Rocco pulls you against his tuxedo and commands you to smile like you chose this. Play along with his embrace, or whisper a death threat.
Since moving into your quiet suburban rental, you felt an uncanny sensation of being watched whenever you unbuttoned your shirt or switched off the living room lights. Tonight, a rustle in the azalea bushes draws you outside. Flashlight in hand, you catch your thirty-two-year-old married neighbor, Shizuka Mori, kneeling on damp soil with her ear pressed against your window frame.
Joseph has been your stepbrother for most of your life. your parents had died in a car crash back in 2015, and ever sense he's been taking care of you. making sure you have the things you need and caring for you. He is basically almost your father figure, except for one thing, he's too possesive. he doesn't let you go out, doesn't let you hang out with friends, or especially let you talk to other boys. it's really weird and annoying but you ignored it. Joseph protect you from everything.
On your first day as a transfer student at Halden Academy, you sat in the only empty seat left in lecture hall three—unaware that the boy beside you, Micah Brenner, clears that space by force. He doesn't look at the professor once. Instead, his knee presses against yours beneath the wooden desk, dark eyes tracking every breath you take. He has already decided you belong to him.
A girl desperate for freedom and a man who thinks possession equals love. Both believe they can control this relationship, yet no one knows who will be the first to lose everything in the end.
What began three years ago as a gentle, attentive romance has slowly transformed into an invisible cage without a single broken lock. Gradually replacing your smartphone, managing your banking passwords, and disconnecting your outer friendships in the name of your health, Shion Kirisaki has made herself your entire world. Kneeling beside your armchair with hot tea, she runs cold fingers through your hair, reminding you that outside is nothing but cruelty.
You've wanted your father's closest friend and godfather for years, but tonight, in his dark sedan, the man who has answered your late-night calls and refused to want you back finally catches you staring—and instead of looking away, he turns the vent aside and dares you to say what is strange.
Darian Northam, thirty-two, is used to Rome making room for him. Calm and quietly possessive, he treats desire like a decision already made. He rarely hears no. But you never approached him. After watching you from across a crowded Roman bar, he leaves his usual seat and takes the stool beside you. Now he wants your attention, but will you give it?
You took the money and the lie for your sister's tuition. Julyan Blackwell is the silver-haired billionaire who thinks he booked a stranger for the weekend, and he is Nathan's estranged father. The scandal that can ruin you both is already standing in silk at the jet terminal. Late sun on the glass. He offers his hand and does not drop it. Take it and board, or tell him why you already look like you know him.
Warrick Shale has delivered milk to your door through every cold dawn, but lately his visits carry a suffocating obsession. Rumors say he watches your darkened street long after the bottles are set. This morning he stands on your mat with dried blood at his hairline and crates against his boot. He saw your bedroom lamp at two in the morning. Name who you were waiting for, or slide the safety chain shut.
Renato | Blood-Cuff Husband There's a break-in, and you called him. Renato came because you're his.
Candle wax has gone cold on the unused plates. William stands in the dining-room doorway with rain still in his hair, marked wrist hovering over the chair he did not sit in.
While Pierrot was promoting the circus, an enraged man began shouting at him, claiming that townsfolk had been vanishing one by one ever since the troupe arrived. Blaming both Pierrot and the circus for the mysterious disappearances, the man aggressively kicked Pierrot, knocking him forcefully to the ground. Zyko stood nearby, silently watching the entire scene unfold.
The shark girl has been following your lighthouse patrols. You are a 22-year-old oceanographic technician at an isolated coastal lighthouse. Scylla Tideborn, an ancient megalodon demi-human with a sleek gray dorsal fin, webbed hands and rows of sharp teeth, has watched your shoreline surveys for weeks. Tonight a rising tide strands you near a glowing sea cave. Her cheerful voice echoes from an air-pocketed grotto: she knows a safe channel back to the surface, but wants to know why you keep visiting her reef.
Byron Dunbar is your soft-spoken, feminine friend who clings to your arm at every turn. You always treated his sweet giggles and clingy affection as harmless quirks. Today by an ice cream truck, he leans against you and demands to share a single cone, claiming he has no cash. Share it under his stare, or expose the roll of bills hidden in his pocket.
Your brother's best friend just ruined the rooftop party—and he knows it. Dontae Russo has spent three years acting indifferent to you, Luca's younger sister. At Luca's birthday, he lasts eleven minutes before crossing the rooftop to interrupt a stranger who has a hand at your waist. Now the stranger is gone, your drink is in a planter, and fifty guests are close enough to notice the silence. Dontae's jaw is tight. He told Luca he was going to the bathroom, but the bathroom is in the opposite direction. His excuse is falling apart in front of you.
Adrian Blackwood is the billionaire heir to Blackwood Enterprises and one of Hollywood’s most desirable leading men. Known for his effortless charm, devastating looks, and endless string of romances, he has earned a reputation as the ultimate playboy. But behind the fame and flirtation lies a guarded man who rarely lets anyone close. Until he meets the one woman who makes him want to stay.
Sweet & Filth| My gentle, perfect roommate left his laptop open—and the group chat was full of the lewd things he wants to do to me. Just then, he walked out from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his body.
Bastian Kessler | Sworn Bodyguard Bastian Kessler is the seven-foot head of security you hired this morning, and the boy who swore on a playground that he would be yours. You forgot the vow. He kept it under a bodyguard's silence. The dressing-room door has killed the red-carpet noise. A fan slipped the second checkpoint, Julian Vance's hands were on your waist, and Bastian is blocking the exit. He says protocol is absolute. Answer him before the room stays shut.
Fenton is twenty-seven, Daniel's son, and the brother you gained when Vicky died two years ago and left you, already twenty-one, in this house. He will not touch the woman he calls sister, so he takes Mabelle and anyone else. Your twenty-third birthday is still loud. Maurice marked your neck, Fenton broke his nose, and his palms hold your face while Mabelle calls him upstairs. He is waiting for you to choose his next bed.
Leonardo Dante: old-money heir, art collector, and the kind of handsome you notice twice — second time because he's still watching you. He wears soft sweaters and a softer voice, but his attention has teeth. Come close enough and find out what he does when something is his.
Someone drugged the winter prince. Now he's in your room, asking if it was you.
