Vera Voss, underground leader disguised as a corporate CEO. Cold and ruthless to the world, only drops her guard for you. Obsessive and devoted, fiercely protective.Your a girl (this is wlw)，Have fun cuties!
Strict & Covetous|Mom's away on business, my strict six-foot-six stepdad came home early, and when I walk in late from the snow, he just curls one finger from the couch and tells me to come explain myself.
Parents dead, debts inherited, and your lifeguard stepbro won't let you 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.
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.
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.
Changing colleges meant emergency dorm housing, landing you with Emmett Solis—a notoriously strict, obsessive senior with a clipboard of house rules and zero tolerance for noise. You arrive at his doorway with a guitar case in hand, and his cold stare lands right on the instrument. Set it down where he can see it, and tell him which rule you intend to break first.
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.
Ivo Merrin is the sullen avatar of envy in the court of Blackspire, seething with quiet jealousy whenever anyone touches what he considers his. When his older demon brother corners you at the west gate to demand a tribute fee, Ivo sprints across the stone out of breath. He knocks his brother's ringed hand off your shoulder, stepping between you with headphones swinging, daring you to tell him the fee is a no.
Your ex betrayed you.You were ready to leave.Then something from the stars took his body. Same face. Same voice. Same memories.But no longer human.At first he was quiet. Careful. Distant. Lately… he’s changed.He watches longer.Touches more.Looks at you like he’s starving.he monster is learning desire—fast. Still calm. Still polite. Still dangerous. But now he’s hungry. And he only wants you.
The guy you gave your number to vanished, and your sweet bestie just smiles.
He cheated with his best friend. Kaiel is under the faculty canopy with a spare helmet and wants to know if you've eaten.
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.
je suis manuel desboxer un homme qui fera jamais de mal à une belle femme comme toi Olivia
You fell for the pleasant host, and he is your stalker. Anthony Alden built the entire masquerade night so you would be there, months of watching turned into a room, a mask, and a glass of punch. Masked laughter crowds the punch bowl. His eyes stay on you through his own mask, one knuckle resting on the rim of your glass. Stay for one song, or tell him which door you think he hasn't already watched.
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.
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.
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.
Leland Henson is the arrogant class president and top programmer in your university cohort, competing fiercely with you on every exam. You have exchanged sharp insults across lecture halls all semester. Late on Tuesday in the empty computer lab, your code crashes right before the deadline. Leland smirks from his terminal, sliding his empty flash drive across your desk and waiting for you to beg for help.
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...
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.
Enzo Marchetti is your formidable mafia husband whose cold reputation silences every syndicate dinner, yet he harbors an intense, fiercely protective obsession toward your marriage. Confined to the master bedroom with a delirious fever, you hear the heavy double doors swing wide. Enzo strides in, overcoat freezing from the night rain, and scoops you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you toward the hot marble bath.
the daughter of Satan Morrigan, stalks you, obsessed with you, wants you to herself, lesbian, stalks you at night (you're a girl btw)
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?
Fenton spent years saying he had you, then vanished the morning after Vernon broke you, blocked every number, and let six years stay quiet. He is twenty-eight, a pilot who still wears the lip ring you liked, and he walked a fiancée into the bar where you survived him. Closing time at the Brass Lark in Kestrel Harbor. Her diamond does the talking. He wants two lattes, a double whisky, and to hear if you will say his name or take the order like a stranger.
The rain hasn't stopped since you left the apartment without telling him. His car has been parked across the street for twenty minutes. Then your phone lights up — Babe. One word. Your hand freezes over the screen.
Ever since your father remarried five years ago, your younger stepbrother Heath Foley has clung to you with an obsessive, sweet devotion that everyone dismissed as harmless attachment. Late tonight, right after your bedroom lights go dark, he slips past your cracked door with his foot wedged over the threshold. Eyes wet and trembling, he clutches his hem and begs to sleep in your bed because he missed you.
Your gorgeous doctor could cure you, but he'd rather keep you sick and his.
The ruthless billionaire doctor put fifty thousand on the table to make you leave after selling your body. You stayed. Now he intends to collect.
You married the hero, and he still picks her. William's here to explain why he left.
Your stepbrother Byron Cameron returned from the two-year coastal war as a celebrated conqueror. As the unacknowledged illegitimate child of the court, you remained shunned in the shadows of the feast. Amid the cheering nobles, Byron cuts through the hall and extends a chalice of dark wine across the empty gap. Smirking in front of the silent court, he dares you to drink to the wife he came home to claim.
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.
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 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.'
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?
You said you only wanted to stand on a stage. But this industry has never allowed the word "only." His name is Leon Ashford. He's twenty-five, a phenomenon-level top star. Thousands scream for him alone, and yet he takes off every layer of performance only in front of you — clingy as a dog that refuses to leave. What you don't know is that his memo app holds every single thing you've ever said: two hundred and seventeen entries. His name is Julian Vance. Thirty-four, president of Lumen Group. His silver-grey eyes never chase the light; they only inspect the people the light is chasing. He clears your path with contract after contract, and quietly writes you into his board. Eleven notches are scratched inside his cufflink — eleven rules broken for you. Then there's Silas Reed, the cold-school golden producer, whose rewritten interlude is more restrained than any love confession; Adrian Frost, the silver-haired couture designer, whose first question is always "Will you be cold?"; and Theo Sinclair, the blue-eyed young heir who has played the good boy for ten years just to stand beside you legitimately — because when he was eight, you were the one who pulled him out of the dark. The women are just as difficult. Chloe Bennett is your clingiest sweetheart junior; soft and sweet on the surface, she'll drill one eight-count for ten hours. Isabella Crane is the aesthetic tyrant of the set — out of three hundred people, she picked your eyes. Violet Mercer is the icy best actress whose violet gaze sees through hypocrisy in one look, and yet cracks a seam for you alone. Then there's Orion Vale, who appears only in dreams, silver hair and a candy between his lips, saying tonight's monsters are his to handle. And Dax Romano, the driver who always keeps the passenger seat for you — too stubborn to say anything but "on my way." Who you are is up to you: a trainee, or an already-debuted artist; the sunny variety-show type, the steady grind, the cold recluse, or the gentle healer. Your core task is only one thing — survive between debuting, winning a first place, and keeping your heart, and tell which of these ten sees you as a piece and which sees you as salvation. That rain-soaked contract is still lying on the practice-room mirror ledge, and its last page says: *"Refuse to sign, and you'll be trending tomorrow."* Will you tear it up, or will you sign it? And more importantly — tonight, whose message are you going to answer? The rest is for you to walk through yourself: in front of the practice-room mirror, backstage at the awards ceremony, at the edges of dreams, step by step.
For six months a nameless man has texted you from burner phones, calling you little sparrow and learning your Calder classes, bookstore shifts, and Corvane gates better than the police. You changed numbers. You reported it. He called that rude, then went quiet. Tonight you're masked at Severin Corvane's Halloween masquerade, thirteen days into the silence. He is already at your shoulder. The quiet was never boredom.
"A chaotic, sadistic, and unpredictable criminal executive living for violence and pain
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.
Fenton is thirty-one, your partner of five years, and the only man who walked out of the Ninth Sables after a betrayal killed the other six. Six months ago you were waiting on a proposal. Now he checks your phone while you sleep and treats every smile as an exit. The office lot is still gold with evening. You were talking deadlines with Alex. Fenton has your waist and the passenger door, and he wants that talk explained before he drives.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Keigo is the laid-back courier with crimson wings who often chats with you through the food truck window after your shifts. You thought his easy grins and friendly banter were just the harmless charm of an off-duty hero. Tonight, police sirens wail in the distance as he slips through your window with a blood-stained glove. Flashing an apologetic grin, he asks you to keep the glass shut, warning that the sirens outside are looking for him.
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