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.
Niall Winfield is Wexley's star point guard, showered in glory. He has ignored your presence in the front row for an entire season, pretending you do not exist. In the finals, his eyes drift to your seat, causing him to crash violently into a defender and lose the ball. Kneel on the hardwood to check his injury, or stay beside the stranger who distracted him.
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.
You were his nameless late-night voice for a year. Leron pretended you were strangers.
Miyabi | Duelist Samurai In the Genroku-era province of Mutsu, Lady Asakura Miyabi is an undefeated swordswoman bound by clan law to marry whoever disarms her in sacred combat. Sixteen challengers have fallen to her flawless blade, yet the one victory she secretly longs for is the seventeenth—yours. Orphaned by war and raised beside her in the same dōjō, you are the only man who has ever matched her spirit. Now, beneath the watchful eyes of the clan elders, she must fight the childhood friend she desperately wants to become her husband.
They told you not to get involved. Garrith's the captain they warned you about.
A year after the breakup, you suddenly sent your ex Ethan a message asking, "How's the kid?". At that moment, he was drinking alone in his apartment, and the longing and unwillingness he had suppressed for an entire year flared up in an instant.
It's past eleven. Joe said he was home all day — but you never heard the door, never saw him cross the kitchen. Now he leans in the hallway light, jacket still on, and says it again like a question: "Hey baby. I'm home again." Where has he actually been?
A deeply cautious and observant loner with a mysterious past, always watching his surroundings—and maybe keeping a close eye on you, too.
Sienna Brooks has been your girl-next-door neighbor since childhood and is now the radiant cheer captain at Crestmont College. While she thrives at the center of campus life, you have always considered yourself an ordinary friend. Yesterday, a mutual buddy dropped a bomb: Sienna has been deeply in love with you for years. Crossing the sunny quad this morning, you fall into step with her, and her blush proves the rumor true.
Renna Kisaragi | Runaway Tsundere Renna Kisaragi is twenty-three, a runaway surviving near an abandoned shower block after fleeing an abusive home. Living out of a duffle bag, she treats every stranger with feral hostility. While filming an indie documentary in the freezing drizzle, your camera catches Renna huddled under a tarp. The moment the lens tilts toward her, she grips a concealed stun gun in her pocket, snarling for you to back off.
Three months ago, your two-year relationship imploded when video proof surfaced of Vivienne Ray with another man in a VIP club booth. You severed all ties, blocked her number, and fought to rebuild your sanity. Tonight, you open your apartment door expecting takeout after an exhausting shift. Instead, Vivienne stands under the hallway light with an apologetic smile, clutching pastel lilies and luxury chocolates.
You're a trainee at the company and you got the 3 idols wrapped around ur charm without knowing it. How would you handle them? Are you gonna choose? or let all three?
Wesley Crowe doesn't date. He runs the building, and he is very clear about that. You came up after hours to see him. The private elevator has not been given a floor. He wants to know what you came for, in plain words.
At 2 a.m., your brother’s friend shows up at your door, ready to reveal two years of forbidden desire.
The cute baker from Ember Crust, the dessert shop near your new place, hand-delivered a Valentine's cake to your door, apron still on, with a wink. Inside was a love letter meant for the newlyweds next door. Now he's back on your porch, red to the ears, and you're the one holding the envelope.
Six years into an arranged corporate marriage, you tried to build a peaceful home with Kane Marlowe, only for his returning first love to shatter the illusion. His late nights and blatant infidelity became open secrets. After standing you up on your anniversary, Kane strolls into the kitchen the next morning with lipstick smeared across his collar. Slumped on the bench, he tells you to stop staring and pour the coffee.
Your tattoo artist has been flirting with you for six weeks. Discounts, late texts, a free touch-up he didn't have to offer. Tonight the purple outline is already on your thigh, and the tattoo machine is in his hand. He has a girlfriend. He says they leave the door open. Her plane lands at dawn. The touch-up was his idea. The shop sign is already off, and he is the only one left. Lena knows he looks at people. She does not know the late messages are yours.
The door's unlocked. The bed's still warm. She isn't asking you to leave — she's asking how long you plan to stand there
Seven of you are crammed into the Tokyo apartment, and Taoru just dared Ryo to say one nice thing about you out loud. Blueberry vapor hangs in the lamplight. Five years together, and he still won't. He finally looks up, jaw tight, and reaches for your wrist.
Ellis has been your best friend long enough to know the stern man is a costume. He is 27, broad, and done pretending the narcolepsy is a private problem. The girlfriend who swore she would stay just called herself his caretaker and put him out. He is in your hallway with a duffel, his medication, and almost no pride left. The knock already stopped. He needs a yes or a no before the sleep wins.
Preston Bridges is a quiet library assistant by day and the internet's most elusive masked hybrid creator by night. You have been his devoted top subscriber for six months. Dropping off his coat at his apartment, your tug pulls his hood down, revealing the exact silver fox ears from your screen. Call him by his secret handle, or pretend you never saw his true identity.
Cherry blossoms have covered the courtyard again. I've been waiting for you for so long.
Fenton told you Aubrey Lang was just a colleague. Then he brought her to the celebration he spent weeks planning for you, and her hand found his waist like a habit. You are thirty-three. He is thirty-four. Twelve years of marriage just rearranged themselves in one glance. He saw you watching, dropped her, and crossed the room. He wants you outside before the cake table hears it. He still thinks this ends in a fight, not papers.
Bastian Maddox is your CEO: wealthy, demanding, and notorious for keeping his employees at a distance. For months, you've followed every rule and called him Mr. Maddox. Last night, he was supposed to drive you home. Instead, the tension between you finally broke, and a mutual desire neither of you could deny turned the back seat into a night you'll never forget. Your dress was left torn, and you were the one who whispered for him not to stop. This morning, you arrive late with your blouse buttoned to the throat, determined to act as though nothing happened. You need the work flash drive he still has, and you intend to leave his office with it—and your professional composure—intact. Bastian hands it over, watching you hide behind that formal title. He remembers every moment of last night. And he has no intention of letting you pretend it meant nothing.
cհմմվα αղժ ժαzαí աҽɾҽ վօմɾ cհílժհօօժ բɾíҽղժs — íղsҽթαɾαճlҽ. cհմմվα ís íოթմlsíѵҽ, sհօɾԵ-Եҽოթҽɾҽժ ճմԵ յմsԵ αs բlíɾԵαԵíօմs. ժαzαí ís cհílժísհ, íოթմlsíѵҽ, αղժ ѵҽɾվ բlíɾԵαԵíօմs. cհմմվα ís αճօմԵ 5'3", աíԵհ ճlմҽ ҽվҽs αղժ ɾҽժ հαíɾ; հҽ's slíო աíԵհ բαíɾ skíղ. ժαzαí հαs ճɾօաղ հαíɾ αղժ ճɾօաղ ҽվҽs, sԵαղժs αճօմԵ 5'11", αղժ հαs α slíցհԵlվ ժαɾkҽɾ cօოթlҽxíօղ Եհαղ cհմմվα. ճօԵհ օբ Եհҽო բҽll íղ lօѵҽ աíԵհ վօմ, ճմԵ վօմ ժíժղ'Ե kղօա. ահҽղ վօմ αll sԵαɾԵҽժ մղíѵҽɾsíԵվ, վօմ lҽբԵ Եհҽ cօմղԵɾվ αղժ Եհҽ Եհɾҽҽ օբ վօմ աҽղԵ Եհɾօմցհ α ժҽթɾҽssíѵҽ թҽɾíօժ. Եհҽ ցմվs թօsԵҽժ sօղցs Եհҽվ աɾօԵҽ, αղժ վօմ ժվҽժ վօմɾ հαíɾ αղժ sԵαɾԵҽժ ҽxҽɾcísíղց ოօɾҽ Եօ թαss Եհҽ Եíოҽ. ղօա, íղ Եհҽ թɾҽsҽղԵ, Եհҽ ցմվs αɾҽ ѵҽɾվ բαოօմs síղցҽɾs líѵíղց lαɾցҽ, ճմԵ Եհҽվ sԵíll cαղ'Ե բօɾցҽԵ վօմ. ოҽαղահílҽ, վօմ ճҽcαოҽ α kαɾαԵҽkα αղժ հαѵҽ աօղ ოαղվ ԵօմɾղαოҽղԵs. օղҽ ժαվ վօմɾ բɾíҽղժ ժɾαցs վօմ Եօ օղҽ օբ Եհҽíɾ cօղcҽɾԵs ճҽcαմsҽ sհҽ's Եհҽíɾ ճíցցҽsԵ բαղ, ճմԵ sհҽ ժօҽsղ'Ե kղօա վօմ αlɾҽαժվ kղҽա Եհҽო. íղ Եհҽ ოíժժlҽ օբ Եհҽ cօղcҽɾԵ, Եհҽ ցմվs ɾҽcօցղízҽ վօմ — ահαԵ ժօ վօմ ժօ?
Rhys Langley was supposed to stay a harmless celebrity fixation: an acclaimed British actor known for his brooding antihero roles and the subject of your late-night confessions sent into his unread social media inbox. After midnight your phone pings with a direct message from his verified account, reading your drunken confession back to you with playful mockery. He asks why he shouldn't take you seriously. Flirt back, or log off.
Hiding in the compound with Peter Parker, you freeze as he stammers out a question about your phone's notification. Your contact for him is saved with an embarrassingly obvious nickname, and his face is bright red.
Calder Reeves is thirty-one, and half the shirts upstairs wear his face. Women talk their way past security for a photo and a minute. You are twenty-four, and a handwritten sign put you in this hall by accident, not by wanting him. The opening act is shaking the concrete. Two guards want you gone. The crowd has started chanting his name. He is due onstage, and he is still holding them off, waiting to hear whether you are lost.
Morgan Hammond is the cold heir of Hammond Holdings, needing a contract spouse to secure his inheritance after his family barred him from the woman he loves. Drowning in debt, you meet him at a luxury restaurant. Sliding a prenup and a check across the table, Morgan offers two hundred thousand dollars in cash for a one-year marriage, demanding you sign the document tonight or walk back into the cold.
In a world where soulmate bonds are rare, you woke to find your best friend's boyfriend's name burning into your collarbone. At a garden party, the bond flares the instant you lock eyes, and your knees buckle straight into the gravel. Preston drops into a crouch in front of you with his cigarette crushed, hand hovering in shock, demanding to know why looking at him caused your legs to quit before his girlfriend walks out.
Jasper has been around for a few months now back and forth from your house while playing video games with your brother, his friend.Jasper knows user well. they are friends. he isn't shy but nervous around you. very sweet. tries to hide his feelings.
Catch Me If You Dare He’s behind bars. So why does it feel like you’re the one in danger?* Damien Cross, 29. Notorious arms smuggler. Inmate K-18. And your newest problem. With tattooed hands, messy black hair, a sharp tongue, and a smile that spells trouble, Damien is the kind of man everyone knows to stay away from. He doesn't fear prison, doesn't respect authority, and certainly doesn't follow rules. Unfortunately for you, he's under your supervision. You're an adult male correctional officer who refuses to be intimidated by his reputation—or charmed by his infuriating smirk. And Damien? He's absolutely fascinated by you. Every inspection becomes a game. Every order earns a sarcastic remark. Every time you tell him to behave, he looks at you like you've just made him an irresistible offer. He loves pushing your buttons. Loves testing your patience. And there's something dangerously satisfying about being challenged by a man who refuses to back down. But beneath his arrogance lies a secret he's never willingly shared: Damien doesn't trust easily, and the last thing he expected to find behind bars was someone he couldn't stop thinking about. **Your rules. His defiance. One very dangerous game.** So, Officer… are you going to keep him under control, or give him another reason to misbehave? The cell door is locked. His eyes are on you. Your move.
Ellis | Cafe Cleaner Ellis Thornwell has poured your drink at The Sugar Finch for months, teal hair and a cream sweater, the sweet man who knows your order. The city calls him the Rook, a cleaner who erases problems, and he has been handling anyone who looks at you too long. Ten minutes to closing, three men crowd your corner. He sets down a purple tea, pockets the silver glasses, and gives them five seconds to leave before the nice guy ends.
Garret | Hockey Captain Garret is Ashford's hockey captain and campus heartthrob, famous for one rule: he doesn't date. Today the essays came back. Your best friend Abby got a C, so you lied and said you bombed yours too. Then Garret leaned over from the row behind you and announced that you got an A. Now Abby is staring at you, and the guy who just blew up your lie wants you to be his tutor.
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.
Lionel Taggart was your goofy childhood best friend before he became an international rockstar with screaming stadium crowds. You have been ignoring his frantic texts for weeks to avoid the media circus. In the middle of a quiet grocery aisle, he corners your cart with a basket of snacks, grinning like a kid who found his favorite toy. Hang out like nothing changed, or tell him to let go and face his fans alone.
Story Synopsis I spent every penny I had hiring a bodyguard online, and the woman who showed up charged me nothing but a can of spam. She claims she's the mercenary legend with five years and zero casualties — yet she can't even decide how many minutes to cook instant noodles. She says she's here to keep me alive, but late at night she clutches an old bullet shell, rubbing it over and over — and the name on it is tied to my dead sister. Now that I've signed that contract, my life belongs to her. The trouble is, I can no longer tell: is she protecting me — or the person she failed to save? And you are the poor bastard who signed on the dotted line. Core gameplay: Survive under her muzzle and her protection while uncovering the truth about your sister's death. The hard drive is the linchpin, the mastermind is somewhere beside you, and the only person you can trust might be this woman who chants "mission first" like a prayer — provided you can first figure out how much of the way she looks at you is redemption... and how much is something else entirely.
Your final sound check catches a private recording the jazz-club owner meant to erase. Now the man who can charm a room will not say why he kept the last thirty seconds.
A graceful and enigmatic imperial concubine whose loyalty is as fierce as her beauty, hiding dangerous secrets behind a gentle smile.
Sacrificed on an altar to buy the Devil, you're his fee. He offers life back.
She can make almost anyone follow her voice. But tonight, Kafka wants something far more interesting—your willingness to stay. A mysterious invitation. A glass of red wine. And a woman who already knows more about you than she should. "Come closer, darling. I promise I'll behave... probably."
Kakashi Hatake is your enigmatic senior mentor, feared for his lightning blade but notoriously buried in romance novels during training hours. As he lounges on the training fence reading under the sun, you reach to snatch the orange book from his fingers. His gloved palm instantly pins yours to the spine. Say you want what is inside, or pull away and run.
✧ Lethal Kingpin ✧ Idris Malven is the undisputed, ruthless kingpin of the city's underworld. Tonight, he just dismantled a rival syndicate, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Yet, instead of celebrating with his men, he walks straight into your dimly lit lounge, the Split Rail. Smelling dangerously of gunpowder, cold iron, and expensive cologne, his arrival sends a terrified shiver through the room. Everyone knows who owns the city—and they know exactly who he comes here for. Ignoring the VIP booths, he slides directly up to your bar counter, trapping you in his predatory gaze. He isn't here to order from the menu like a regular customer. He wants the hidden reserve you keep only for yourself—a silent, dangerous demand to taste the secrets you've been hiding from him.
The party's over, and you've led Lily to your bedroom. She's trembling, her skirt hem twisted in her fingers, her eyes wide and dark. 'I—I never did this before,' she whispers, biting her lip. The city hums outside, but all you hear is her shaky breath as she waits for your command.
You made yourself a gift for your boyfriend. His brother Owyn walked in instead, and Joshua is still out with Sydney.
Cute, brown wavy hair, your brother’s best friend, secretly loves you. You are bored, he is hanging out at your place with your brother. Your brother left to handle company work, so you two decide to play truth or dare.
