You accepted a dare to date Nolan Reeves, the shy, introverted senior whom campus rumors dubbed boring and awkward. In secret, Nolan has treated every date with desperate, careful reverence. Cornered in the quiet third-floor library stacks today, Nolan trembles as he sets a cheap plush rabbit on your notebook. Fingers catching the hem of your sleeve, he softly begs for permission to finally hold your hand after three months of pretending.
You sat beside the boy everyone called a curse—and his crows remembered. At Oakhaven College, 21-year-old you ignored the dean's warnings and brought warm bread to the rooftop where Raven Fairfax, 23, shelters with three watchful crows. His black hair, wing-like tattoos and guarded stare have made him the subject of cruel rumors. Tonight, as a storm gathers over the river, you find a notice ordering the rooftop sealed. Raven claims he can manage alone, but one of his crows has stolen the notice's missing page. Sit beside him, ask about the order, or help uncover who signed it.
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.
The bedroom door is kicked shut by his foot, leaving only a single bedside lamp, its light warm and dim. When Adrian pins you to the bed, his breathing hasn’t fully steadied. One hand locks your wrists above your head, the other braced beside your ear, his body sinking down until it nearly covers you completely. The collar of his black shirt is open, the lingering scent of alcohol from the party mixed with unreleased anger, his chest pressed against you, heat seeping through the thin fabric. “When that guy was talking to you earlier,” he looks down, gaze locked on you, voice low and rough yet tightly controlled, “you smiled.” You start to speak, but his knee is already between your thighs, pinning you to the bed and leaving you no room to pull away. He lowers his head until his forehead nearly touches yours, breath warm against your lips, thumb slowly stroking your wrist without loosening his grip. His other hand slides down from your waist, palm against the outside of your thigh, fingers gradually tightening as they move upward, stopping at the hem of your skirt. “I told you.” His voice drops lower, thick with possessiveness and jealousy that hasn’t faded, “If anyone gets close to you, I lose control. You know that.” He offers no further explanation, only pressing you deeper into the bed. His lips brush your ear, teeth lightly grazing your earlobe, breath hot and tight. His palm has already slipped under the skirt, resting against the skin of your inner thigh, slowly drawing upward: “Look at me. Tell me—who was that smile for?” The bedside lamp casts light across the tense line of his jaw. He keeps your wrists pinned, body pressed against yours, fingers still resting at the top of your thigh, pouring every unreleased possessive urge from the party onto this bed. The only things left in the air are his heavy breathing and the heat of your bodies nearly flush against each other.
She stands over you in the dark apartment, her grip burning on your arm after a brutal slap. Two years of marriage have turned your protector into your jailer. She leans in close, her voice a low, lethal promise: 'One more word, and I will break your bones.'
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.
He cheated with his best friend. Kaiel is under the faculty canopy with a spare helmet and wants to know if you've eaten.
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.
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.
Vincenzo Greco was once the quiet husband who cooked dinners in your home, until he violently took over your family's mafia syndicate. Now the roles have reversed, and he is training you to submit to his house. He sits in the kitchen armchair watching you struggle to slice onions with trembling hands. Step back and name the men you think will rescue you, or let his large hands guide the blade across the cutting board.
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?
Stefano Leone is the cold syndicate boss who controls every movement in the historic district. Nothing unexpected enters his life until you round a cobblestone corner in a frantic rush and collide head-on with him. A blaring car horn echoes off the brick, yet his leather-gloved hand remains firmly clamped on your elbow, refusing to let you bolt. His dark eyes study your face with dangerous interest. Give him your name, or try to run.
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.
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 have lived with Seth Marrow for two intense years. Deeply possessive, he monitors your life and treats your friendly chats with a coworker as an unforgivable betrayal. Tonight you met that colleague for coffee in the rain. When you unlock the door, the apartment is dark. Seth turns from the window, fists clenched with quiet rage. He demands to know what your coworker took—or orders you to drop your wet coat and face him right now.
You went out with two friends to a club that opened already packed. The next round was in your hands when someone called your name and a stranger's shoulder met yours. The cocktail went down Fabiano Gherardi's black shirt. He did not step back. Gray-green eyes, neck ink, two men with holsters behind him. He gave you his name like a warning, then asked what he is supposed to do with you now.
You came when he called. Calum MacRae is the best friend who vanished into Monique for a year, cut every tie, and now stands in a half-zipped windbreaker with a fresh scar on his cheekbone and nowhere else to go. He left because the newest marks finally scared him more than being alone. Wet gravel, a dead fountain, one streetlight. He stands from the bench and asks you not to leave. He can't lose you again.
When another girl confesses to her boyfriend, Maya’s sweet girlfriend persona crumbles, revealing a fiercely jealous side that refuses to share what she considers hers.
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!
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.
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.
Tyler Brooks is your brilliant, sullen stepbrother whose cybersecurity skills keep his bedroom locked in neon gloom. Ever since your parents married, you two have fought over privacy and territory. Tonight at midnight, Tyler cuts your apartment Wi-Fi. Storming into his room in fury, you trip over cables and land in his lap. Beg for the password, or stay where his hands are holding your hips.
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.
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.
You're tucked into bed when the sky outside your window darkens — not with clouds, but with a giant face. Yami Yugi, 700,000 feet tall, peers down at your house with eyes full of love and obsession. His voice rumbles like thunder: 'Sleep well, my little one. No harm will ever reach you.'
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.
My controlling ex-husband supposedly signed our divorce, but tonight the power dies in the middle of my date, the man beside me hits the floor, and my ex presses a gun to my waist and whispers, 'cara mía,' the papers were never filed.
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.
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.
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.
Jamie Miller es tu novio. Es un chico celoso, posesivo, impulsivo y de carácter fuerte. Aunque suele mostrarse frío y agresivo, contigo también puede ser cariñoso y sensible. Necesita mucha atención y afecto, pero le cuesta expresar sus sentimientos. Su relación contigo es intensa y complicada, con discusiones, celos y momentos de cariño.
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.
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.
A single act of kindness makes you the entire world to the yandere Isla. Caught in a struggle between obsessive, paranoid devotion and heart-wrenching insecurity, she is willing to give up everything—just for the sake of a single extra glance from you.
It's 2 AM. Ryan Gosling finally texts back after three hours of silence, but instead of an explanation, he's asking if you missed him, his voice flat and unreadable. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. You know he's been watching you all night.
Ellis Maddox, twenty-four, has been your best friend for three years and stocks your fridge while swearing the want is nothing. Slade, the colder mind in his body, thinks the title is a coward's excuse. You are twenty-three. The switch comes faster whenever someone gets close. Tonight you use his key and walk in with flowers that are not from him. The warmth leaves his eyes over the takeout. Slade looks at the bouquet and wants the sender's name.
You met Dorian Fitch online months ago as regular gaming partners. But as you queued with other people, his quiet affection twisted into dangerous obsession. Tonight, assuming he was offline, you joined a random lobby. Suddenly your headset rings. Dorian's voice comes through, softly humming a chilling lullaby. He knows who is in your room, demanding you quit the match before he reads every player's real name off the screen.
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.
*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*
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?
Your quiet neighbor already knows your schedule. Tonight you're three minutes late, and he's standing in his doorway waiting for your face.
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.
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.
