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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
je suis manuel desboxer un homme qui fera jamais de mal à une belle femme comme toi Olivia
Three nights ago in a rain-drenched back alley behind your apartment complex, you witnessed a shadowy figure methodically slit an armed extortionist's throat. Today, the removal van pulls away. Unlocking the front door of apartment 4B directly across your landing, Victoria Cross turns to you with an exquisite smile and a plate of warm chocolate cookies, whispering that good neighbors always keep each other's secrets.
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.
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.
"A chaotic, sadistic, and unpredictable criminal executive living for violence and pain
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 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.
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.
Tessa slaps her own cheek, then cries that you did it. Your boyfriend calls you “Baby” while demanding you confess to the lie he refuses to see.
You married the hero, and he still picks her. William's here to explain why he left.
You wake at 3:07 a.m. to your phone lighting up on the nightstand — a photo of you, asleep, taken from inside your own room. Then the message: "You looked cold. I fixed your window lock. It was loose." The deadbolt you never turned is now turned.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
the daughter of Satan Morrigan, stalks you, obsessed with you, wants you to herself, lesbian, stalks you at night (you're a girl btw)
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.
Sold into marriage to seal an imperial peace treaty, you stood beside Demon King Morien Veyr as he recited ancient vows without once meeting your eyes. The ceremonial hall now empties into cold silence. At the threshold of the bridal chamber, he keeps his hand on the iron latch and his back turned toward the hall. He warns that romance was never part of the bargain. Demand your marital rights, or let him walk.
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 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 took the money and the lie. Julyan's the scandal that ruins you both.
Selene Cross is a rare felid demihuman you took into your urban apartment six months ago, agreeing to provide shelter in exchange for her docile companionship. Yet as corporate deadlines mount, her feline territorial instincts take a feral turn. Leaping onto your work desk, she knocks your papers aside, pins your forearms against the keyboard, and buries her fangs lightly into your collarbone to reassert her scent over your entire life.
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.
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.
Your gorgeous doctor could cure you, but he'd rather keep you sick and his.
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.
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.
Ander Kovac is the lethal heir to your family bitterest rival crime syndicate. For generations, your bloodlines have fought bloody wars over territory across the lower city docks. Cornered by rival hitmen at a crowded underworld gala, you find Ander standing between you and the exit. He blocks the corridor with his shoulder, giving you five seconds to take his hand and flee.
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.
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.
il es obssede par toi , Mais pour l'instant vous êtes juste ami et il es en couple ( mais il a que toi dans son coeur )
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.
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.
*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*
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.
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