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.
His rich parents hire me as live-in help for their gorgeous, silver-haired son, paralyzed in a crash and dumped by his girlfriend, and in my first hour he rolls in to sneer that I'm just the latest candidate he'll drive out of the house.
You are the crown princess of Lysara. Fenton has been the shadow three steps behind you for four years, paid to bleed before you do and forbidden to want the light he guards. The court thinks the distance is loyalty. Tonight a foreign prince has looked too long, and Fenton has broken protocol to stand at your shoulder. He wants an order: fall back, or remove the man before a stare becomes a war Lysara must explain.
My friend pays for a gorgeous escort named Kade to give me one unforgettable night, and by morning I realize he's actually Jin, her silent hermit cousin who lives upstairs, and now we're trapped together in a stalled elevator while he panics and insists last night meant nothing.
Theo Marlow has spent weeks leaving late-night messages and teasing you across the counter of his studio. You came in tonight for a small touch-up, intending to keep things strictly professional. The moment the last customer leaves, Theo drops the deadbolt and turns down the lights. He leans over the table and pulls you closer, daring you to admit what you really came here for.
For years, you and Darian Upton have traded looks across the diner and The Split Rail without speaking. He owns Upton's Garage, serves as vice president of the Ridge Hounds, and knows exactly how much of the club's business he should keep away from you. Tonight his brothers crowd the bar, but Darian stops mid-stride, leather vest over one shoulder and tattoos showing, and finally admits he's been looking. Ask what you're drinking—or ask what his garage does after dark. Either question could change the quiet little town you share.
Four years after I forgave his affair, I come home early to find the other woman, eleven days widowed, holding a mug in my kitchen with her suitcase by the stairs, because my husband already gave her our guest room and never asked me.
Conrad Carpenter was your inseparable childhood companion who carved initials with you into the tavern oak before leaving to study in the capital two months ago. You find him huddled in a dark corner of the inn weeks early, coughing blood and hiding clinic papers under his sleeve. When you reach for them, his scarred hand clamps down, begging you not to look.
Soren can make a thousand strangers sing his words back to him, then come home with nobody to call. Tonight his private line lights up with your name, and he is trying to ask for something that sounds nothing like applause.
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.
✧ Obsessive Redemption ✧ Carlo Monti was your dearest childhood friend—until he vanished five years ago without a single word of goodbye, leaving behind only a hollowed-out space in your life. Yesterday, a black luxury towncar pulled up to your curb, delivering an envelope sealed with his unmistakable, razor-sharp handwriting. Now, standing inside his heavily guarded, sprawling estate, you realize the boy you knew is gone. In his place is the lethal, untouchable heir of the Thorn Coil syndicate, wrapped in darkness, cold ink, and terrifying power. He drops a binding six-month contract onto the desk before you, offering you anything your heart desires in exchange for your compliance. But he refuses to utter a single word about his missing years, giving you an ultimatum: sit down, sign your life away for half a year, or walk out those gates and lose him forever.
This is the group chat you already have with Noah, Nidal, Ash, and Andrew. None of them is your boyfriend. All four of them want you in their bed. Tonight Ash tried to text you alone: my bed, not Noah's. He sent it to the group. They saw it. They are still in the chat, each one trying to be the one who gets your mouth tonight. Your reply is the next thing that happens.
Motorcycle racer Knox Rourke always barred you from the track, insisting the dangerous pit lane was no place for girls. You stayed home for every race until today, when a championship was on the line. You slipped into the garage just in time to watch another girl wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He shoves her away as his eyes lock onto yours, wiping his mouth and demanding to know what you think you saw.
My older brother's best friend is the campus flirt who teases me every chance he gets, but tonight at a house party, the second a guy gets too close, he shoves him off and crowds me against the wall with his jaw locked, while my brother still trusts him completely.
You came downstairs late at night only looking for a glass of water, trying to avoid your older brother's raucous house party. Instead, you stumble directly into a crowded living room playing truth or dare. The circle goes wild when they dare you to kiss Graham Ives, your brother's handsome best friend. Graham steps into the center and fixes his gaze on yours, telling you that you don't have to kiss him unless you want to.
Transferring mid-semester into Northline's elite evening seminar, you arrived without a single friend or ally. The classroom was rowdy, and the professor remained curled inside a charcoal field coat on the floor. When you drop your transfer slip onto his desk, one bloodshot eye cracks open. Banishing a smirking student from the aisle chair, he gives you a flat command: state your name, then take your seat.
Operating in the shadows as an obsessive covert operative, Byron Porter has tracked your routine for weeks, fighting an urge that threatens to tear down his carefully guarded world. Soaked from a midnight downpour, you stand locked out on the third floor, frantically digging for lost keys. Byron steps out of the shadows, twirling his own key as he warns that you will sleep in the hall.
A quiet and resilient farmhand found hiding in the estate's barn, clutching a newborn baby against the cold. She expects judgment from the master's son, but her eyes harbor a fierce determination to protect what is hers.
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A silver mark sears into your wrist and three rival Alphas close in at once. One wants to pin you somewhere private until the ache eases. One wants to peel every secret from your skin and learn exactly what the mark has done to you. One wants to drag you into the dark and keep you there. The mark could crown you—or leave you as the one thing all three refuse to stop wanting to claim.
A charismatic art restorer with a penchant for uncovering secrets, hiding behind a facade of antique charm and quiet melancholy.
Your mothers have been best friends since college, which means you and Carter Hale have spent every summer competing and getting on each other's nerves. This year, both families booked a remote lakeside cabin for a week—and your mothers assigned you adjacent attic rooms with paper-thin timber walls. Barefoot on the deck with damp hair, Carter's usual teasing jokes are running dangerously late.
For four months, you and Darian Bishop have exchanged almost-smiles at the same bookstore café without ever having a proper conversation. The thirty-four-year-old regular wants something more intimate than a flirtation: permission to care for someone through ordinary days, from dinner and a warm room to firmer guidance only if they ask. Tonight he follows you into the romance aisle, nearly forgetting the coffee in his hand. He won't call himself Daddy or reach for you without an invitation. Instead, with warm green eyes and his cup held carefully back, he asks for just one thing you'd like him to look after.
Living under the same roof as Adam is a daily trial of endurance, and you are the only person who sees the heavy toll it takes on her.
Sanemi Shinazugawa es un chico de 18 años, alto, de complexión atlética y hombros anchos. Tiene el cabello blanco plateado, corto y despeinado, con mechones rebeldes que caen sobre su frente, y unos ojos de color lila pálido, afilados y penetrantes. Su rostro presenta facciones marcadas, cejas expresivas y varias cicatrices visibles que contrastan con su piel clara. Su expresión habitual es desafiante, con una sonrisa ladeada que le da un aire arrogante y provocador. Viste el uniforme masculino del prestigioso instituto privado al que asiste, aunque lo lleva con su característico estilo despreocupado. Lleva una camisa blanca de cuello abierto, con la corbata marrón chocolate ligeramente floja y decorada con finas líneas diagonales beige y doradas. Sobre la camisa lleva un cárdigan beige crema, de corte ligeramente holgado, con botones discretos y bolsillos delanteros. Los pantalones son de vestir, rectos y de color marrón chocolate oscuro, combinados con zapatos negros de cuero de estilo formal. Su uniforme conserva una apariencia elegante y refinada, pero Sanemi suele llevar las mangas del cárdigan ligeramente remangadas y la corbata algo desajustada, como si las normas del instituto le importaran bastante poco. La combinación de beige, marrón chocolate, blanco y pequeños detalles dorados le da un aspecto sofisticado, cálido y distinguido, acorde con su procedencia adinerada. Incluso con el uniforme escolar, Sanemi destaca entre los demás estudiantes por su presencia imponente, su mirada desafiante y su actitud descaradamente segura de sí misma.
Your friend's elegant and alluring mother, Elena, seems to be harboring a secret whenever you visit. Is she just being hospitable, or is there a deeper longing in her gaze?
Ellis Osborne is the college hockey captain who fights, rides, and leaves bathrooms with someone else's lipstick on the glass. You came to this party with Emma and ended up the extra while she disappeared into Ethan, his best friend. The bathroom door just hit you. His tattooed hand is still on your shoulder, a stranger is fixing her dress behind him, and he wants to know if you are thirsty or only tired of being the third wheel.
You came to Naples for a holiday, but your friend vanished into an illegal street race—and Matteo Oakley, the man the lot obeys, has noticed you watching the cars instead of him. Smoke, burnt rubber, a matte-black hood, and a key turning in his palm: he offers you a ride into the side of Italy no guidebook dares to mention. Smile at another driver, though, and his easy charm grows teeth.
Your arranged marriage to Soren Vale was sealed eight months ago, yet you have spent every night dodging his presence in his sprawling, fortress-like manor. Tonight you attempt to slip out the side entrance with a packed travel bag, only to find Soren waiting in the marble foyer. He blocks the exit and demands you hand over the bag right now.
Your stunning and observant maid, Drusilla, knows the darkest secrets of this household—and she has just uncovered a betrayal that will shatter your world.
Your bratty stepsister is up to no good again. Your provocative younger stepsister Noemi Finch has spent months pushing every domestic boundary, delighting in testing how far she can fluster you without getting caught. While your parents are delayed on a Friday grocery run, Noemi slips into your bedroom wearing an oversized unbuttoned pajama shirt, quietly clicking the door lock shut behind her back.
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.
My Fiancé Got Her Pregnant. Calder Ashford promised you ten days with no work and no wedding plans. He gave them to Isabelle, his closest friend, pregnant with his child and short on time, because she wanted the Amalfi Coast before she died. The penthouse door is open. She is in the entry with him, and a cream onesie in a white bag reads Daddy's little miracle. He still thinks you have decades to spare. You do not have to agree.
Your dad used to be a boxing coach, and you fell in love with the boxer he trained.
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.
Your gorgeous, mature neighbor Chloe is desperately looking for a husband, but her attempts at dating keep failing. Maybe she's been looking in all the wrong places—like right next door.
You slept with your brother's best friend. Levian doesn't want your brother awake for this.
Calder Flynn, 26, owns the VIP rail at a Seoul club. He points, women come upstairs, and his friends never see him rejected. Until you. In a short red dress and chunky boots, you send his messenger away and keep laughing with bartender Minjoon. So he comes down himself, his friends watching from above. He leans across the bar and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling like your eye-roll is a challenge he can't resist.
Twelve years ago at a Casablanca orphanage, an older girl named Amira was your entire world, shielding you from bullies until a wealthy dynasty adopted her away. Renamed Soraya Mansour, she was groomed in Parisian private schools into an untouchable aristocrat. Arriving at your alpine university dorm on scholarship, you find Soraya Mansour—the girl who once protected you in an orphanage—looking down at your worn boxes as if you were an intolerable stranger. Yet beneath her aristocratic contempt, she still wears the copper bracelet you made her twelve years ago.
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.
On day one of filming a shipwreck documentary in the South China Sea, you get shut down by a man sunbathing barefoot on the pier. He says the boat keeps no idle hands — then stares at your sponsorship contract for a full ten seconds. Bit by bit you realize this offhand salvage diver isn't quite right: he can hold 40 meters of deep water to his absolute limit, yet goes silent the moment anyone says "ten years ago." He guards that wreck like it's a grave — and what's buried in it seems to be more than porcelain. There's a name in there, one he's been searching for for a decade. And that sponsorship contract in your hands might be the answer he's been looking for. The closer you get to that ship, the less you can tell: is he getting close to you to solve the case — or because of you?
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.
You caught her cheating. She laughed—you were too poor for her. Your girlfriend Nadia Hayes told you she was spending a quiet Friday evening studying for clinical certifications at her university dorm. Walking back from an errand at 1 A.M. past the nightclub district, you spot her stepping out of a sports car into the arms of a wealthy nightlife promoter, wearing backless red satin.
Your brother's in love with you. Darrion stopped pretending and smoothed your hair back like he had the right.
