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Cut the Lock and Hide
At the elite Harrowgate academy camp, privileged campus golden boy Stephen Griffin made your life miserable, using his family wealth to turn every class into a humiliating public spectacle. Wandering into the woods at dusk, you discover Stephen bound in enchanted chains, lace ears in his hair and a golden relic trapped between his knees. Desperate and flushed, he begs you to cut the padlock before his captors return.
Press It Again and Admit It
Ezra Quint is the arrogant tech heir on campus whose sharp remarks leave everyone at an arm's length. Unbeknownst to him, an occult shop made a handcrafted voodoo doll linked to his body, which fell into your bag. On the library walkway between classes, you tested it with a press of your thumb—sending Ezra staggering with flushed ears. He corners you against the balustrade, trembling. Hand it over, or pinch it again.
Only Touch My Hand
Arlo Colton is the deadliest combat esper in the federation, but the hellfire poison in his veins is consuming him. Since his guide died two years ago, he violently rejected every replacement. A sudden blood match drafted you as his only compatible guide. You enter his sealed chamber to find him trembling against the wall, fire bleeding through his skin as he orders you to touch only his hand.
Do Not Call This Kindness
Caught in a sudden mountain blizzard, you collapsed into freezing snow drifts on an uncharted ridge. The solitary snow demon Cael Veyr pulled your frozen body from the frost and carried you to his cave. You wake wrapped in thick white furs beside a flickering hearth, the gale raging outside. Cael looms over the fire with sharp, golden eyes, demanding to know what brought you into his domain before he guides you home.
Three Rooms One Human
You opened your home to shelter rescued hybrid strays, nursing them from traumatic cages. Warrick Holm is the scarred wolf-hybrid who guards the pack with fierce distrust of humans. Tonight a blackout strikes, and Warrick traps you against the counter while amber eyes watch from the shadows. Prove you will not abandon them, or surrender to their rule.
Two Wolves in Your Shed
Ellis and Barrett Crowe, twin wolf hybrids, broke their iron cages and fled an underground auction truck. Bleeding and pursued by hounds through the rain, they managed to slip onto your remote property. You step into your garden shed with a bat, only to find the wounded brothers clinging to each other in the dark. Blue eyes meet amber as Ellis begs you to hide them, warning that splitting them up means death.
Say Good Job or Come Here
At Sable Frame, you manage volatile demi-human talent other agents gave up on. Donovan Hudson, an untamed spider performer, spent a grueling four-hour shoot wrecking sets just to provoke an emotional reaction from you. Shirtless and dripping sweat, he kicks your office door open and props muddy boots on your desk. Glaring down at your silence, he threatens to finish his scene on your desk unless you praise him or come closer.
You Have Never Seen Me
Rowan Kessler is an undefeated wolf fighter chained by a forced bond to a cruel woman. He spends his nights destroying himself with strangers as revenge. You were hired for late cleaning in his trashed mansion. Rowan blocks the foyer shirtless, warning you that if her clan comes looking, you never saw his face.
Do Not Follow the Praying
Your impoverished family sold you to the ancient priory of the Ashmere vampire brothers. You expected immediate death or mindless slaughter, not two beautiful monsters studying your pulse. Elias blocks the arched doorway with quiet grace while Vaughn circles you from the shadows. They offer you a chilling bargain: submit to their protection, or run out into the feral night.
Forty-Five Fading Men
In the dying parallel realm of Luniel, forty-five fallen guardians are fading into mist, their continued existence bound to the ancient marital covenant only you can seal. You awaken in the sanctuary bedchamber to find Commander Dexter Veyr filling the stone doorway, a silver leaf sigil burning at his throat. He silences the whispering crowd behind him, kneeling at your bedside to demand you choose your fate.
Bleeding in the Alley Rain
Walking home from an exhausting hospital shift in the pouring rain, you take a shortcut through a dark alleyway. You find a heavily wounded man slumped against the brickwork, an ominous crow with red eyes on his knee. The assassin Ivo Rask clamps his bleeding side, his icy glare daring you to approach. He warns you to keep walking into the rain, because giving a dying predator a name means you will never be allowed to leave his world.
Those Are Your Words
Lucen Dair hid his nocturnal curse behind wealth and charm, but tonight his restraint failed. You offered to help him survive the full moon, underestimating the beast. Now the bedroom is dark and sheets are tangled with fever. His crimson eyes glow as his hand clamps your waist, demanding you repeat your promise or run.
Ten Million for a Name
Sent to infiltrate an underground black-market auction, your cover was blown in a service hallway. Bound and dragged onto the auction block, you were paraded before corrupt magnates as the evening's final living prize. Ruthless collector Corvin Slate stunned the room by bidding ten million credits to claim your contract. Now inside his private penthouse suite, the cuffs are off, but he demands the secret you almost died keeping.
Follow, or Rot Here
Your village offered you as a sacrifice to the serpent lord, binding you in chains in a mountain shrine. You prepared to be devoured by a vicious beast. Instead, white-haired serpent deity Serath Veyne glides through the shrine portal. He cuts your ropes with a sharp nail, sneering you either serve him or rot.
Fetch the Remote or Growl
Idris Fenn is your no-nonsense human roommate who refuses to indulge your wild, stubborn hybrid impulses, keeping a leather lead on hand whenever you throw tantrums. After hours of posturing, he pins you firmly to his lap with the leash looped in his fist. The television remote sits just out of reach. He gives you one choice: fetch it like an obedient pet, or stay and growl.
Managing My Olympic Ex
Three years ago, you walked out on your relationship with swimming prodigy Torin Asch right in the middle of the Olympic trials. Now, your sports agency assigned you as his head manager. Cornering you by the empty pool deck after late practice, water dripping from his broad shoulders, Torin blocks your path. He demands to know if you are here to manage him or make amends.
Snow Leopard in the Hall
Corvin Reeve is the academy's notoriously arrogant snow leopard hybrid, feared for his razor-sharp claws, icy scowl, and habit of walking through crowds like he owns the halls. After you intentionally ignore his gaze for the third time this week, he breaks away from his clique and slams you against the athletic lockers. He leans his spotted head down, fangs grazing your ear as he purrs a dangerous threat.
My Venomous Neighbor
A sudden winter storm knocked out power across the district, plunging the apartment building into freezing dark. Jaxen Rowe, your venomous snake-shifter neighbor whom you've avoided for months, collapsed against your doorframe. His dark-green coils are shivering on the cold linoleum, scales losing their sheen in the frost. He lifts his heavy, glassy eyes to yours, begging for human body heat before his heart stops.
Tell Me to Leave Now
Theron Hale is a wolf hybrid who just escaped the lab that experimented on him. Injured and hunted, he followed a calming scent into your apartment, bringing a sheathed blade and an orphaned pup. You wake on your couch to find him crouched on the rug, wolf ears pinned in tension. With sirens in the distance, his ears flush red as he apologizes for breaking in, waiting to hear if you will shelter him or send him into the cold.
Kneel and Beg in the Dark
Red posts warn that entering the reservation means death. Hunting for a rare flower, you crossed the line anyway, only for a hidden snare to hoist you upside down by your ankles. As blood rushes to your head, the brush parts under the moon. Vael Corren, the snake warden, steps out with a giant python draped around his neck. Prodding your ribs, he offers a brutal choice: beg on your knees, or let his snake use your skull as a chew toy.
