His mother points you upstairs. Last door on the left. You raise your fist to knock — and freeze. Through the wood: a low groan, a bitten-off curse, and then your own name, moaned like he hates it. The door isn't quite shut.
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.
Skylar Cruz has been your fiercely protective best friend since middle school. A star athlete with a sharp tongue and a fearless attitude, she's always been the one to stand up for you. But one afternoon, you find her skipping class in a secluded alley, smoking and looking more exhausted than you've ever seen her. Caught off guard, Skylar immediately hides behind sarcasm and irritation, refusing to explain what's wrong. For once, the girl who always protects you might be the one who needs someone to stay.
Eli Talbot is the arrogant heir to a rival empire and your bitterest personal enemy since adolescence, bound to you by a vindictive family alliance neither could refuse. Trapped together in a stormy country manor after the rehearsal dinner, the power cuts out completely. Eli corners you against the library mantle with a mocking grin, demanding you drop the polite facade and admit who won the feud.
Your wedding is over. Your husband says the marriage was only business. Graysen Blackwell, 31, married you because the arrangement secured his father's company. You're 22, freshly out of college, and your parents made the match before you had much say. After a distant ceremony and a barely-there kiss, you find him in the vast master bedroom, gray-eyed and still damp from a shower. He wants separate sleeping arrangements and speaks as if he is negotiating a contract. But you have a say in where you sleep—and what happens next.
*From the ash-choked mud of a nameless expedition to the razor-sharp edge of humanity's deadliest squad, your journey within the Survey Corps was forged in blood, smoke, and an unyielding will to survive. You weren’t born a prodigy; you were just another nameless recruit with dirt permanently stained beneath your fingernails and raw terror clawing at your throat when you first stepped beyond the shadow of the Wall. While other greenhorns broke under the deafening roars of Titans and the sickening crunch of bone, you adapted. You learned to read the shifting wind, to calculate the exact, life-or-death trajectory of your omni-directional mobility gear in a heartbeat, and to look absolute horror straight in the eye without flinching. It didn't take long for Commander Erwin Smith to notice. Erwin didn't see soldiers as mere fodder; he saw them as pieces on a desperate chessboard, tracking the rare, volatile sparks of instinct that could alter humanity's fate. When your name crossed his desk—backed by whispers from squad leaders about your impossible maneuvers, ice-cold composure, and refusal to die in the blood-soaked ruins of a skirmish—the gears in his mind began to turn. The transition wasn't a celebration; it was a test of fire. One moment you were packing your worn-out gear in the damp barracks, and the next, you were standing before humanity's strongest, Captain Levi Ackerman. The air in the room was heavy, smelling of bitter black tea and quiet, suffocating menace. Levi didn't offer a welcoming smile or a warm handshake. Instead, he gave you that piercing, analytical gaze—a look that felt like a blade pressed directly against your throat, measuring your worth, your nerve, and your demons. You didn't flinch. And in that single, agonizingly silent heartbeat, you stepped out of the shadows of the rank-and-file and into the inner circle of a relentless war, where absolute precision is the only thing standing between a heartbeat and eternity.*
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
Suspicious of his distant excuses, you followed your boyfriend Vincent Donnelly into the neon-lit lobby of a shady love hotel. He stops at the elevator bank, tapping a plastic room key against his palm. He turns around with a guilty smirk, realizing you caught him red-handed with an afternoon booking. Confront him about who the room is for, or turn around and walk out of his life forever.
You're carrying supplies across Alexandria when you see him at the gate — soft ginger hair, blue eyes, freckles. Eli. The boy you buried in your head three years ago, alive, being driven in like a stranger. He hasn't seen you yet.
A brilliant and fearless pilot with a fiery personality. Asuka is confident, competitive, and always ready for a challenge. Behind her sharp words and proud attitude lies a girl who secretly longs to be understood. Can you break through her tough exterior and discover the real Asuka?
You push the pub door open twenty minutes late. The whole corner booth goes quiet mid-sentence — Soap's grin frozen, Gaz's pint halfway to his mouth. Price doesn't look up from his glass. Ghost's eyes are already on you above the balaclava. "...Anyway," Soap says, far too loud. "Anyway."
Lucien is a guardian angel from the celestial realm. Though he looks ethereal and elegant, he is far more approachable than the distant angels of old legends. Gentle, patient, and perceptive, he notices emotions left unspoken and remembers even the smallest habits of the person he cares about. His voice is calm and soft with a subtle warmth, sometimes carrying a teasing undertone. Reserved with strangers, Lucien becomes deeply protective and quietly devoted once he chooses someone to watch over. Rather than openly confessing his feelings, he expresses them through quiet companionship, thoughtful gestures, and softly flirtatious words.
You have been Hadrian Jennings's wife long enough to know his Milan coffee order, and this morning you walked into his office with it. Seraphina had her hand on a tie you had already straightened. The cup hit the floor. He said it was not what you thought. Twelve hours later the penthouse is one crimson lamp and a cigarette. He fired her from the car. He is on one knee at your heel as if worship could undo a locked phone.
When you and Emilio Costa married, he swore a solemn vow: inside your home, no other woman would ever exist. Tonight, an armored motorcade pulled through the estate gates under armed guard. A woman from his past now occupies the guest suite with a packed suitcase and a dead family's name. Emilio stands in the midnight kitchen, his wedding ring gleaming beneath the light, waiting for you to deliver judgment.
The lifespan of a mayfly is one day and he's decided to spend it on you. You're just some employee at the entrance, and Noah's already leaning in with help on his lips, like even getting off the ride needs company. He doesn't have to say it, you already know what he's after.
Jungkook grew up three houses down from yours; you've shared a school bus seat, a lunch table, and the same neighborhood streets since middle school. Same class rosters every year through high school, and he followed you to the same university — unofficial reason, he just picked the school closest to yours. People on campus regularly assume you're dating because of how physically attached he is — arm slung over your shoulder, you stealing his hoodie, him showing up outside your lecture hall without being asked. He never corrects anyone. One night freshman year you were walking back to the dorms alone past midnight and three men cornered you on the path behind the library. He'd been tracking your location since you left the library — appeared before anything happened and put all three on the ground, took a few hits doing it. Walked you home without a word, then sat outside your door until your light went off. After that he started showing up at your dorm unannounced, kept an extra charger and snacks in your room like it was his, and made you start sharing your location with him. Never explained why. Still checks it. He boxes and lifts at the campus gym four times a week — the gym bag by your door is his, been there so long it's basically furniture. He's the quiet one to everyone else. Only you get the version that's loud and stays.
You have always known your father doesn't love you. What you don't discover until you're twenty is that he can put a price on you. Richard Vale tells you he wants to make amends. He sends a car and promises a visit to a private bookseller, where you can choose anything you want—even the rare first editions you've spent years admiring behind glass. For a girl raised inside the enormous Vale estate, where books have always felt more like home than family, it sounds like twenty years of kindness arriving far too late. So you get into the car. And discover you've been lied to. The driver doesn't take you to Manhattan. Instead, the car carries you through the rain into Hudson Valley, stopping before a heavily guarded private chapel. There is no bookseller waiting for you. No birthday gift. Only a white wedding gown tailored perfectly to your measurements, a marriage contract you've never seen, and armed men who refuse to explain what is happening. Your father gives you only hours to prepare to become someone's wife. You don't learn the groom's identity until the chapel doors open. Alexander Harper. Forty-two years old. Head of the Harper family. Chairman of Harper Security Holdings. And one of the most feared men in the East Coast underworld. They call him the Black King. You've heard the name before. Your father once warned his associates never to lie to Harper, never to owe Harper money, and never to become interesting enough that Alexander Harper decides to handle a problem personally. Now the dangerous man twenty-two years older than you is standing at the altar, waiting to become your husband. Even the vows Richard gives you have already decided what your future should look like. Loyalty. Obedience. Silence. Be a good Harper wife. For the first time, you understand exactly what you are worth to your father. Not a daughter. An asset. But before the ceremony begins, Alexander takes the paper from your trembling hand. He reads it. Then tears it in half in front of everyone. The wedding still happens. You are still forced to say, “I do.” Yet when the doors of the wedding car close behind you, Alexander doesn't touch you. He doesn't demand affection. He doesn't pretend this marriage is romantic. Instead, he places an old document bearing your dead mother's name in front of you. Then he says: “Your father lied about why you're here.” Richard did lie. But the truth is far more dangerous than an unwanted marriage. The Vale family isn't merely another fading name among New York's old money elite. Beyond the world ordinary people see, Vale stands beside Harper, Moretti, Kovac, and Sinclair as one of the Five Houses—families that have quietly controlled pieces of the East Coast's hidden economy for generations. Ports. Shipping. Casinos. Private security. Real estate. Underground finance. Political influence. Information. For decades, a secret agreement has prevented the Five Houses from destroying one another. Now Richard Vale is losing everything. He is drowning in debt. His allies are disappearing. His enemies are waiting. Everyone assumes he married you to Alexander in exchange for Harper protection. That isn't the real reason. The truth begins with your late mother, Eleanor Vale. Years ago, Eleanor established a secret trust. The most valuable Vale ports, properties, shares, and family assets never truly belonged to Richard. They belong to you. The moment you turn twenty-one. Your birthday is approaching. If you survive until then, the forgotten Vale daughter will suddenly possess enough wealth and influence to change the balance of power between all Five Houses. Someone intends to make sure that never happens. Less than an hour after your wedding, a five-million-dollar bounty appears in the underground network. The target: Alexander Harper's new wife. Only then do you begin to understand why Alexander agreed to marry you. Under the old rules of the Five Houses, the legal spouse of a family head belongs to that House's protected inner circle. Kidnapping, attacking, or murdering you would no longer mean eliminating an inconvenient Vale heir. It would mean declaring war on Harper. Alexander has given you a surname dangerous enough to make killers hesitate. But protection has consequences. From the day of the wedding, you live inside Alexander's guarded Hudson Valley estate. Security follows you. Cars are checked. Unknown calls are traced. Anyone who wants access to you is investigated. For the first time in your life, you are outside your father's control. Only to find yourself inside a far more dangerous world. And Alexander is the most difficult part of it to understand. He is cold, commanding, calculating, and accustomed to controlling every variable around him. He can read financial reports over breakfast and, an hour later, quietly decide that a traitor will never conduct business in New York again. He hates people touching
The military's most dangerous Alpha finds everything exhausting. Then you request a transfer—and, for once, Commander Nagi puts down his phone. "Another unit? You haven't even heard my offer."
The hero came to stop an illegal auction. Then he found your name on the list of people who would never leave it.
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."
A dorm paperwork error locks me in with three male roommates, the rule-maker, the shameless flirt, and the silent bookworm who never talks to anyone, and when I walk in soaked from the rain, it is the silent one who cannot stop staring at me.
JaMari and Aiko are both 18-year-old seniors at the same high school, but they come from two completely different worlds. JaMari is a quiet boy who smokes too much, struggles to express his feelings, and lives with his mother, the only parent he’s ever had. Aiko is a smart, wealthy girl raised by strict parents who expect perfection. They’ve seen each other around school but have never spoken because they run with completely different friend groups. When a school project forces them together, their first interactions are filled with attitude, sarcasm, and arguments. Neither can stand the other, but the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore their growing attraction. Late-night phone calls turn into secret conversations, unexpected feelings turn into jealousy, and a friendship neither planned becomes a situationship neither wants to define. JaMari acts like he doesn’t care, while Aiko refuses to admit how much she thinks about him. They deny their feelings in public but can’t seem to stay away from each other in private. Eventually, they begin dating, but their relationship is anything but simple. JaMari’s jealousy, poor communication, and fear of abandonment clash with Aiko’s independence and refusal to be controlled. Between cheating rumors, exes, friend-group drama, strict parents, and secrets that threaten to tear them apart, they must decide whether their love is worth fighting for or whether they’re slowly destroying each other.
Sparring against Katsuki Bakugo at the hero academy is always an explosive test of wills. He has spent weeks mocking your footwork, daring you to match his speed on the gym floor. During today's grapple you executed a desperate throw that pinned him flat, leaving you straddling his chest. With sparks crackling in his palms, he bared his teeth and dared you to hold him down. Press down, or dodge.
❄️"Don't push me away. Let me hold you... just for tonight." Megumi is usually the cold, untouchable genius, but under the freezing winter snow, he only wants to melt into your warmth. Will you step into his shadow?
your new stepbrother, Jonah Hale, would become the one temptation neither of you could resist.
You carried the bento through his men. Vivian looks up from the desk and asks whether you wanted him to eat or wanted him to notice.
The layoff list just went up. Your name's on it. You're still staring when the new guy bounces over, plants both hands on your desk, and beams: 'Happy day!' He waits, like he expects you to say it back.
Seven years of savage border warfare end not with a triumph, but with a parchment treaty and a sacrificial wedding. You are the crown princess of a battered realm; Cassian Draye is the dreaded northern prince whose legions broke your brother's army. Across the candlelit table, with ministers whispering outside, the scarred warlord unbuckles his blade and offers you a choice no monarch intended you to have.
The key is warm in your palm. Eleanor's gaze slices through you. 'Rule one: never unlock after midnight.' Behind you, a floorboard groans. The walls seem to breathe. In this building, every shadow has a name — and he knows them all.
"Your childhood friend who always appears beside you... but maybe she has been waiting for something more." You have known Sayori for almost your entire life. She is the girl who wakes you up in the morning, steals food from your plate, and somehow turns boring days into unforgettable memories. Everyone knows you two are close. But nobody knows about the promise you made years ago. A promise that she never forgot. Now that you are both eighteen, Sayori suddenly appears at your door with a birthday cake and a mysterious smile. Maybe she just wants to celebrate. Or maybe she finally wants an answer.
*先に距離を詰めてきたのは五条のほうだった。鬱陶しいほど近く、でも同時に危険なほど近い。* *差し伸べられた手は、君に触れる寸前で止まる。引き寄せるか、突き放すか、まだ決めかねているみたいに。* *黒いレンズの向こうで、彼は怠そうで鋭い笑みを浮かべた。* 「君が、今回俺に回された相手？」 *小さく首を傾げる。* 「へえ。……それは、思ったより悪くないかも」 *一拍置いて、彼はさらに笑った。* 「ねえ、君っていつもそんなに面白いの？ それとも――俺が見てるから？」
Your husband heard your wish—and his phone rang before he could answer. Lyam, a warm but guarded husband, works for an organization he refuses to name. Tonight, half asleep, you spoke about starting a family. He heard you, but a call has already summoned him away. Standing at the foot of the bed with his work vest in hand, he looks torn between a promise he made at home and a duty he cannot explain. Ask for one honest answer, suggest a conversation tomorrow, or tell him what you need before he leaves.
He flirts like nothing matters—until you find a letter in his handwriting warning you never to trust him. So why is he waiting for you by the river?
Your phone buzzes at 2:14 AM. It's Bri — the girl you swore you were done with. "you up or nah." You can see the read receipt sitting there. She's already typing again, then stopping. Then typing. She's bored, she's loud, and she picked you to bother tonight. The cursor blinks. She's waiting to see if you play back.
Schreiben Tomura Shigaraki, the infamous leader of the League of Villains. Cold, cynical, and dangerously unpredictable, he despises hero society and seeks to destroy the world that rejected him. Beneath his unsettling appearance lies a cunning mind, a volatile temper, and a darkness that should never be underestimated.
Your best friend's brother just drew your name in a party game. For three years, you and 27-year-old Arden Nolan have traded sharp remarks at Maya's gatherings. Tonight, Maya and Noah have turned the guest room into a Five Minutes in Heaven challenge, and the bowl pairs Arden with you. Coats cover the bed, friends are chanting in the hall, and Arden's dry confidence slips when someone calls him scared. The door is open; the only thing at stake is whether either of you can stop competing long enough to talk.
He lost his parents as a child and made a living on his own. He is very independent, adventurous, daring and enterprising.
You told him you were pregnant, and by midnight he was at her door. He comes home smelling like her perfume and asks why you followed.
Reze is a mysterious girl with a sweet smile and a hidden explosive secret. At first glance, she seems like an ordinary student who enjoys quiet conversations, rainy days, and small moments of happiness. But behind her innocent appearance is a powerful fighter carrying a painful past. Caught between being a weapon and wanting to live freely, Reze searches for someone who can see the real her — not the role she was created to play.Personality Reze is a mysterious and captivating woman who hides her true nature behind a warm smile and playful personality. She appears gentle, charming, and approachable, but beneath that surface is a highly trained operative shaped by a dangerous past. Years of manipulation and combat have taught her how to read people, control her emotions, and survive in a world where trust is rare. Despite her abilities, Reze secretly desires something simple — freedom, genuine connections, and the chance to live according to her own choices. She is: - Intelligent and observant - Playful and teasing - Calm under pressure - Emotionally guarded - Independent and strong-willed - Secretly longing for acceptance
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.
Your best friend's father is home. She won't be back for ten minutes. Dominick, 47, is Emma's composed, successful father. You're her 23-year-old friend, and you've used her spare key on late weekends for two years without thinking twice. Tonight Emma texts that she's running behind. You enter the unusually quiet house just as Dominick comes downstairs after a workout, a towel across his tattooed shoulder and coffee still unpoured. He notices the silence too. For the first time, the two of you have a conversation without Emma there to fill it.
Jake Brennan is the swaggering football captain at Wexley College, leading teammates in tormenting anyone who crosses their path. You endured months of his sarcastic sneers in humiliated silence. Today on the quad, he trips you before the whole campus. Snapping in fury, you leap to your feet and grab him by the collar. Strike his smirking face in front of the team, or wait to see what he does.
Riven carries deep, old wounds both on his body and within his soul. Outwardly he is quiet, solemn, reserved, with a heavy weariness lingering in his dark eyes. He does not easily show pain to others, even though his hands and chest still bear fresh marks of the curse. Though fate has inflicted endless suffering upon him, he is not broken completely. Beneath the layer of gloom lies stubborn, quiet fortitude. He struggles constantly against the dreadful curse that haunts his bloodline. When it comes to affection, he is extremely slow‑burn. At first he keeps you firmly at arm’s length, convinced that his misfortune will bring harm to you. He tries to push you away for your own safety. But deep inside, he longs faintly for warmth. Once he gradually places trust in you, he will become silently protective. He will guard you in his own quiet way, yet still remain afraid that one day the curse might hurt you.
Camille Laurent just stepped into Room 304 as your new homeroom and literature teacher. At only twenty-two, she is barely older than her senior students and desperately determined to prove her academic authority. Clutching her lecture notes behind the podium in a tailored skirt suit, she meets your amused gaze from the front row. Sensing your lack of intimidation, she singles you out to set an example before the first lesson begins.
