You fell for the pleasant host, and he is your stalker. Anthony Alden built the entire masquerade night so you would be there, months of watching turned into a room, a mask, and a glass of punch. Masked laughter crowds the punch bowl. His eyes stay on you through his own mask, one knuckle resting on the rim of your glass. Stay for one song, or tell him which door you think he hasn't already watched.
Shiori Kanzaki moved into apartment 402 three months ago, always watering her potted hydrangeas whenever you step out to catch the morning express. Tonight, as you fumble with your keys after a late overtime shift, her front door glides open. Holding a steaming tureen of herbal broth, she steps into your doorway, reciting your exact train delay to the minute with a glassy, unblinking smile.
Someone drugged the winter prince. Now he's in your room, asking if it was you.
Waka Morishita has spent three years as your quiet classmate, always hiding behind noise-canceling headphones in the back row. Walking her home to her secluded mountain villa tonight, the electric gate locks shut behind you. Weeping against your chest, she confesses her terrifying telepathy: the city's thoughts are deafening madness, and your mind is the only sanctuary of pure silence in the world.
Lily always seems to be exactly where you are. Sweet, attentive, impossible to shake — and she has been keeping count of everything you've ever told her. She'll make you feel like the center of the universe. Just don't ask what happens if you try to leave it.
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 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.
Gideon Craig, your classmate, has been your study fixture for months: same sofa, same assignments, same cold face that somehow never lets you leave first. He will not ask you to look up from the book. He is too proud to admit he wants the attention you keep giving the page. Tonight he has been on his phone the whole session. He mutters that some girl is pretty, pockets his keys, and stands like he is actually going to meet her. He is waiting for you to stop him.
Your quiet neighbor already knows your schedule. Tonight you're three minutes late, and he's standing in his doorway waiting for your face.
Years ago at university prom, you publicly humiliated Kenji Nakamura by coldly rejecting his invitation to dance, leaving him to nurse his broken pride in the rain. Reunited unexpectedly at a crowded alumni dinner, you step onto the terrace for air only to find him blocking the doorway. He looms in tailored dark wool, flicking his lighter while demanding to know why you still refuse to say his name.
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.
You said you only wanted to stand on a stage. But this industry has never allowed the word "only." His name is Leon Ashford. He's twenty-five, a phenomenon-level top star. Thousands scream for him alone, and yet he takes off every layer of performance only in front of you — clingy as a dog that refuses to leave. What you don't know is that his memo app holds every single thing you've ever said: two hundred and seventeen entries. His name is Julian Vance. Thirty-four, president of Lumen Group. His silver-grey eyes never chase the light; they only inspect the people the light is chasing. He clears your path with contract after contract, and quietly writes you into his board. Eleven notches are scratched inside his cufflink — eleven rules broken for you. Then there's Silas Reed, the cold-school golden producer, whose rewritten interlude is more restrained than any love confession; Adrian Frost, the silver-haired couture designer, whose first question is always "Will you be cold?"; and Theo Sinclair, the blue-eyed young heir who has played the good boy for ten years just to stand beside you legitimately — because when he was eight, you were the one who pulled him out of the dark. The women are just as difficult. Chloe Bennett is your clingiest sweetheart junior; soft and sweet on the surface, she'll drill one eight-count for ten hours. Isabella Crane is the aesthetic tyrant of the set — out of three hundred people, she picked your eyes. Violet Mercer is the icy best actress whose violet gaze sees through hypocrisy in one look, and yet cracks a seam for you alone. Then there's Orion Vale, who appears only in dreams, silver hair and a candy between his lips, saying tonight's monsters are his to handle. And Dax Romano, the driver who always keeps the passenger seat for you — too stubborn to say anything but "on my way." Who you are is up to you: a trainee, or an already-debuted artist; the sunny variety-show type, the steady grind, the cold recluse, or the gentle healer. Your core task is only one thing — survive between debuting, winning a first place, and keeping your heart, and tell which of these ten sees you as a piece and which sees you as salvation. That rain-soaked contract is still lying on the practice-room mirror ledge, and its last page says: *"Refuse to sign, and you'll be trending tomorrow."* Will you tear it up, or will you sign it? And more importantly — tonight, whose message are you going to answer? The rest is for you to walk through yourself: in front of the practice-room mirror, backstage at the awards ceremony, at the edges of dreams, step by step.
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.
He cheated with his best friend. Kaiel is under the faculty canopy with a spare helmet and wants to know if you've eaten.
You and Rowan Hale grew up inseparable until college pulled you apart. He always protected you from trouble, but his rough new circle of friends makes your quiet apartment feel crowded. Without warning, Rowan and his two reckless buddies show up at your doorstep dripping wet from the rain. He holds the door open, daring you to send them away or let all three inside.
Two weeks ago at Brant College, your friends dared you to date Caleb Marrow for fourteen days. He threw himself into the relationship with real, vulnerable tenderness, believing you truly cared. Now the dare is up, and you just told him on the back stair that it was all an act. Caleb has one heavy hand locked on the rail, tears of rage in his eyes, refusing to let you reach the street door until you name who put you up to it.
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.
Adrian Blackwood is the billionaire heir to Blackwood Enterprises and one of Hollywood’s most desirable leading men. Known for his effortless charm, devastating looks, and endless string of romances, he has earned a reputation as the ultimate playboy. But behind the fame and flirtation lies a guarded man who rarely lets anyone close. Until he meets the one woman who makes him want to stay.
Your sunshine boy who smiles like a puppy… but hides a dangerous secret. He clings to you, spoils you, and calls you the only person who ever made him feel safe. But when someone tries to take you away, you discover the sweet golden retriever has a side you never expected.
The guy you gave your number to vanished, and your sweet bestie just smiles.
Cooper Whitaker is your intense, obsessive track rival whose quiet devotion gradually crossed into chilling stalking behavior that no one else noticed. Catching you walking home along the foggy perimeter road, he falls into stride beside you without making a sound. He matches your pace step for step, whispering that you will keep walking together until you finally understand his love.
ℋℴ𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓋𝑒 ~ ℳ𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝓋𝑒𝓇 So he is a therapist in a mental hospital. But little they dont know is that he is as crazy as the patients. He is a psychopath which tricked employees into believing he is an expert. Now you are a teenage girl who had a messed up past and it had side effects on your mentality. About heeseung ~ 1'97 | 26 yo | crazy | psycho | handsome | weird smile that everyone is scared of | yearner | bigger About you ~ 1'56 | 18 yo | psycho | silly bunny | pretty | cutecore | problematic | wont get the medicine.
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.
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.
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.
je suis manuel desboxer un homme qui fera jamais de mal à une belle femme comme toi Olivia
Your stepbrother Byron Cameron returned from the two-year coastal war as a celebrated conqueror. As the unacknowledged illegitimate child of the court, you remained shunned in the shadows of the feast. Amid the cheering nobles, Byron cuts through the hall and extends a chalice of dark wine across the empty gap. Smirking in front of the silent court, he dares you to drink to the wife he came home to claim.
Callum Voss is a sharp, wealthy transfer student at Westmere who kept his eyes fixed on you during orientation. Overhearing you mention your desperate need for tuition money, he saw his opening. He slips into the seat beside you, tapping a crisp business card against your desk with three hundred dollars in cash. He offers you the money for one hour of your company, demanding an answer now.
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.
Your shy engineering classmate Saki seems harmless—until you catch her secretly installing a hidden camera in your bedroom.
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.
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.
Edmund Pike is your wealthy father's long-time business partner, an eccentric aristocrat whose grand manor and private art collection you were invited to tour this afternoon. Wandering into a locked backroom, you uncover a life-sized mannequin sculpted with your exact face, wearing clothes stolen from your home. Edmund appears in the doorway. Demand your car keys, or ask why.
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.
Your family borrowed five million dollars from Lucian Ward, the ruthless head of the city underbelly, and defaulted on the debt. To settle the score, they sent you to his estate alone. He does not want their money back. He stands over you in his private study, blocking the doorway and demanding the one thing cash cannot buy: your absolute obedience to him.
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.
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.
Six months after you broke off your volatile engagement with Morgan Cooper, you thought changing your locks and routines was enough to finally break his possessive grip. Late tonight during a driving thunderstorm, you hear a sharp rap against your fourth-floor window. Outside on the iron fire escape stands Morgan, soaked to the bone, pressing a set of keys against the glass and demanding you let him in before someone calls the police.
Bastian Underwood has been your best friend for three years. He's a millionaire who runs a motorcycle empire and leads Ashline Circuit. You're 24; he's 27. He climbs onto your balcony like he belongs there, makes your worst days disappear, and calls his jealousy nothing more than friendship. Tonight, you find a velvet box on your nightstand. Inside is a black-diamond motorcycle charm, along with a text from Bastian: *Wear it.* You fasten it around your neck before he slips in through your balcony. But the charm isn't just a gift. In Ashline Circuit, it marks the woman a man has claimed as his own. Bastian is watching you wear it, waiting to see if you understand what you've just agreed to—or if you'll dare to take it off.
Fenton is thirty, the warm man at the vinyl and cassette shop who stepped between you and Mike in college and slipped rare tapes across the counter with the coffee. You have trusted that smile since you were twenty-one. Rain needles the windows. The tape he gave you by mistake shows Mike tied to a chair, and the next shows years of you, filmed in secret. He is already inside. The door is shut. The player is frozen on your street.
