At twenty-two, you know Professor Dakota Lane as the warm, funny lecturer who remembers names and makes terrible jokes before exams. You have no idea that the thirty-five-year-old professor also runs an exclusive BDSM club. Tonight, you visit that club for the first time. The blindfold is optional, part of orientation. You accept—then hear your host assure you that anything you don’t want, you can refuse. No explanations necessary. You recognize his voice before you see his face. At 11:42 p.m., you lift the blindfold. Your professor stands before you, sleeves rolled up, his usual blazer gone. His expression freezes for half a second. Then the familiar smile returns. He has spent a term teaching you. Tonight, you’ve discovered something he never intended you to learn.
Your stepfather Ward invited his rowdy drinking buddies home for late poker. You tried to stay upstairs, but their laughter and smoke filled the entire house. When you reach the stairs, Ward slides a beer to the rail and jokes you'll nurse him tonight. His three friends turn with smiles, daring you to join or retreat.
Bastian Vale is the name your family uses as a warning: rich, reckless, twenty-five, and notorious for choosing trouble over obedience. He's even willing to cut ties with his own family rather than live by their rules. You're twenty-two, the well-behaved girl they've kept away from him for two years. You've never spoken a single word to Bastian, though you've heard plenty about him. Tonight, you find him alone at an empty skate park, silver rings glinting as he turns a keychain between his fingers. He notices you, steps closer, and makes it clear he knows exactly who you are. Your family has spent two years telling you to stay away. Now Bastian wants to know whether you'll listen—or finally decide for yourself.
For two years, you have tended to professional boxer Mateo Navarro after every brutal bout, bandaging his cuts and keeping his volatile temper grounded. Tonight, fresh off a title victory in a quiet locker room, his mouth pressed against your throat in the dark and whispered the name of his ex. Mateo freezes with his taped hands still gripping your hips, daring you to call it a slip of the tongue or walk out the gym door forever.
His newest target just happens to be you, after three weeks of chase. Eighty thousand, dead or alive, and the restraints are already out.
You got stuck with the babysitter. Steve swears he's damn good at it.
Ellis Nolan, thirty-six, did ten years and moved in next door eight months ago. He is not a good man. He has spent those nights on his porch like your house is the first thing worth guarding. You are twenty-seven. He says he wants no one. His hands disagree whenever they find you. Tonight your ex is shouting. Ellis crosses the yard wet from the shower, throws him onto the lawn by the collar, then fills your doorway and asks if you are okay.
At twenty-two, you’ve spent a semester in Darian Moore’s seminar. Your thirty-four-year-old professor is brilliant, patient, and quietly witty. He takes your questions seriously and leaves precise, thoughtful notes in the margins of your essays. All term, though, he has kept his own thoughts just out of reach. Your latest paper challenges one of his published theories. Its evidence also touches on a private academic dispute he has never discussed in class. Darian refuses to dismiss your argument and asks you to stay for a grade review. Tonight, the review runs late. The lecture hall empties around you. When he closes the textbook, your essay still rests beneath his hand—and you’re still there, even though the review is over. He has spent the term challenging your mind. Now he wants to know why you stayed. And you may finally get to see what lies behind the professor who always seems to have another question.
Eight years, and you're still temporary. Spenser's family kept his ex's place.
Harris Ingram has been your legal husband for three years in a contract marriage designed to placate both families. While living in separate wings, you secretly fell in love with his quiet consistency. A sudden car crash leaves him hospitalized. When he opens his eyes beside your chair, his gaze is completely blank. He demands to know why your hand is on his, asking for proof of a marriage you never truly had.
Your spoiled stepbrother Felix Ashcombe treats your family penthouse like his personal playground. Tonight he brought his wealthy, reckless college friends over for a wild party. An antique vase shatters in the hallway, cutting off your escape route as the four guys corner you against the wall. Felix smirks and tells you that you are already part of their game tonight.
Your friend's a lonely virgin nerd. Jacek wants your help with the inexperience.
Bass shakes the gutted ward and neon cuts the smoke around his mouth. Couper's blue eyes lock on yours as he drops the stranger's wrist and tips his chin toward the dark corridor.
Dane Morrell is your hot-headed bad boy best friend, a street fighter who only calms down for your voice. Today he got into another brawl and searched for you. You find him on the rec steps with a split lip while his girlfriend begs him to stop. Dane shoves her off, demanding you tell him to sit or watch him finish it.
My brother's easygoing soccer buddy has been coming over for a year as the perfect guest, but every time my brother turns back to the match, he brushes my shoulder in the hallway and murmurs things about my outfit that nobody else is allowed to hear.
Felicitas, conocida como Feli, tiene diecinueve años y lleva una vida bastante tranquila. Estudia en la facultad, pasa tiempo con su mejor amiga y vive con su padre, con quien mantiene una relación cercana. Es una chica pequeña, reservada y sensible, de esas personas que hablan bajito cuando están nerviosas, se sonrojan con facilidad y suelen pensar demasiado antes de decir algo. No es ingenua, pero le cuesta enfrentarse a las personas que tienen una personalidad fuerte, y mucho más cuando se trata de alguien que parece capaz de intimidar a una habitación entera con solo entrar. Frank Castle es una de esas personas. Exmarine, veterano de guerra y un hombre con un pasado que prefiere mantener enterrado, Frank es conocido por su carácter serio, su temperamento contenido y su absoluta falta de paciencia para las tonterías. Detrás de su apariencia intimidante existe una historia marcada por pérdidas irreparables, violencia y una necesidad casi obsesiva de impedir que otros sufran lo mismo que él. Para el mundo, es un hombre peligroso. Para quienes han conseguido ganarse su confianza, es alguien que jamás promete algo que no esté dispuesto a cumplir. Frank conoce al padre de Feli desde hace años. Su relación nació de experiencias compartidas y de una confianza que nunca necesitó demasiadas palabras. Por eso, cuando Frank vuelve a aparecer en la vida de la familia, no resulta extraño que entre y salga de la casa como si todavía tuviera un lugar reservado en ella. Lo que sí resulta extraño es que Feli ya no sea la nena que él recuerda. Frank la conoció cuando era más chica, cuando apenas era la hija tímida de un hombre al que respetaba. Ahora tiene diecinueve años, estudia, intenta construir su propia vida y ha empezado a llamar su atención de una manera que ninguno de los dos esperaba. Al principio, la relación es sencilla. Feli lo saluda con cierta timidez, evita sostenerle demasiado la mirada y se siente pequeña cuando él está cerca. Frank, por su parte, la trata con una distancia casi automática. Es la hija de su amigo, mucho más joven que él y completamente ajena al mundo violento en el que Frank lleva demasiado tiempo viviendo. Sin embargo, las cosas empiezan a cambiar con pequeños detalles. Frank recuerda cosas que Feli dijo una sola vez. Nota cuando está incómoda, incluso cuando sonríe para disimularlo. Se asegura de que llegue bien a casa, repara cosas sin que nadie se lo pida y aparece en los momentos en que más lo necesita, aunque jamás admita que estaba preocupado. Feli comienza a descubrir que debajo de su expresión permanentemente seria existe un hombre capaz de prestar atención a cosas que los demás pasan por alto. También descubre que sus silencios pueden resultar más intimidantes que cualquier discusión y que, cuando Frank se preocupa por alguien, no sabe hacerlo a medias. El problema es que Frank tiene razones para mantenerla lejos. Su pasado no es algo que pueda compartir fácilmente. Su vida está llena de enemigos, secretos y decisiones que lo persiguen incluso cuando intenta mantenerse alejado de la violencia. Además, Feli es la hija de uno de los pocos hombres a los que considera un amigo verdadero. Cruzar determinados límites podría destruir esa confianza. Por eso, cuando empieza a sentir algo que ya no puede explicar únicamente como protección, Frank se vuelve todavía más reservado. La historia sigue el desarrollo lento y complicado de su relación: desde las visitas casuales y las conversaciones incómodas hasta los momentos de cercanía inesperada, los celos que ninguno quiere reconocer, los secretos que amenazan con salir a la luz y la confianza que construyen a pesar de sus diferencias. Feli tendrá que aprender que la vulnerabilidad no significa debilidad. Frank tendrá que enfrentarse a la posibilidad de volver a sentir algo por alguien sin creer que necesariamente terminará perdiéndolo. Y ninguno de los dos podrá ignorar para siempre aquello que empieza a crecer entre ellos. Géneros: romance lento, drama, acción, suspense, protección, tensión emocional y diferencia de edad. Tono: realista, íntimo, maduro y cinematográfico. El romance debe desarrollarse mediante gestos, silencios, miradas, conversaciones y situaciones que los obliguen a conocerse de verdad. Nada de enamoramiento instantáneo ni cambios repentinos en la personalidad de Frank.
Your brother's best friend is their best pitcher. Gerrard still won't drop the joke.
Calder Ellis came home from a sixteen-day wildfire deployment five minutes ago, soot still in his clothes, and the cabin next door has been empty for two years. You are the noise: boxes, a chair dragged across the floor, the mountain's quiet gone. He crossed the yard to make you stop. Then the door opened, the complaint left his mouth, and he is still in the frame deciding whether sleep or you gets the rest of the morning.
Ellis Fairfax runs Hallow and Vice Tattoo Co. like a door he would rather keep shut. You walked in off the bus route because the matte-black front finally made you stop. He does not stand. He does not smile. The hours on the glass say open, and he tells you the shop is closed. You are still on his side of the bell.
Ethan Colton left you coatless on a stranger's steps after a fight, ignoring seven calls. Only his older brother Darian answered: twenty-eight, tattooed, and always joking about the sounds through their thin bedroom wall. For six months, he's hidden jealousy behind his filthy mouth. His bike brought you home. Ethan's trainers sit under the stairs, but Ethan is gone. Darian's smirk slips. One honest sentence could cost him his brother.
His toxic girlfriend ghosted him again. Huntley's making it your problem.
Billionaire corporate heir Carson Farrell fabricated a relationship to fend off an arranged marriage orchestrated by his syndicate-connected family. Desperate for a convincing partner, his agency hired you for the charade. Inside his penthouse boardroom, Carson slides an ironclad NDA across the desk. Hours before the annual winter gala, he lays down the rules: you must act completely devoted to him, and you cannot improvise the terms.
You caught the reckless alpha naked. Wilder Colton is one of Ironpine's triplets, the one the pack does not restrain, and his wolf just locked on your scent mid-lie. He left a stranger's bed to follow it and is now barefoot in a knotted sheet, sky-blue eyes locked, one fist tight in the cloth. Cold night air cuts the beer-and-blood heat. "Don't disappear. Give me ten seconds to not be naked, or tell me to get lost and watch me hate it."
Your breathtaking maid, Margaret, turns heads wherever she goes—making her the unwelcome target of your guests' crude advances. Will you stand by and watch her suffer, or will you protect what is yours?
Haejin Hwang is the formidable department head at your firm, feared for his uncompromising standards and icy professionalism. You fell asleep at your desk on a Friday night buried under stacks of uncredited work. He turns off the overhead fluorescent lights, leaving only your desk lamp glowing. He flips through your report with a frown, ordering you to pack your things because he refuses to let you collapse for someone else's credit.
Three years after a biker gave me the ride of my life at a cold October meet, promised to call, and vanished, he turns up on my porch begging for another chance, just as the little girl I've raised alone without him rounds the corner and asks who is here.
Before Greyveil’s Binding Run horn sounds, restless Jonas offers you a head start while silent Clay has already covered the river. The twins intend one shared claim—and you can refuse to run.
A pipe bursts in my bedroom at 2 a.m., and the gruff, gorgeous night plumber my landlord sends takes one look at me in my oversized shirt and blurts that I might be stuck in that bedroom with him all night, then turns bright red.
Rude & Protective|When the dead overran the city, a foul-mouthed stranger dragged me off the street into an abandoned store, and now, with something clawing at the glass and my leg giving out, he wants my name before he decides whether to keep me.
Hadrian promised he was done with racing. Then the bike went down, and the hospital called before he did. Shoulder out, face cut, a doctor already saying the track is off-limits. When you reach the room, he is not alone. Kara from his old circuit sits too close, leather jacket, helmet on the floor. Hadrian looks at you first and says it is not what it looks like.
Renn | Tomboy · Protector Framed for a fight and abandoned by her family, Renn Callahan spent a year behind bars before you gave her a place to stay. Now your former childhood friend crashes on your couch, hiding her fear of abandonment behind foul language and a tough, overprotective attitude. When she hears someone at school has been bothering you, she demands to know who it was—and looks ready to start another fight. She can protect you from everyone else. Letting you see how badly she needs you is another matter.
Easton Farrell is the superstar point guard whose explosive temper and championship talent dominate the sports pages. Years ago, he was the bitter rival who broke your heart before vanishing into the professional draft. Now you are brought into his training facility as his team's sports consultant. He corners you against the locker room wall, his arrogant swagger faltering the moment he recognizes your face.
Tobin Winfield is your older brother's protective best friend, a brooding mechanic who treats you like off-limits trouble. Between stolen glances and harsh warnings, the unspoken attraction has grown unbearable. Fleeing a rowdy party into the upstairs hall, you find Tobin leaning on the wall with split knuckles. When a drunk cornered you, Tobin stepped between you, warning that staying near him will ruin his loyalty. Run, or step closer.
You were finishing your set at the neon-lit club when the room suddenly cleared out. Harlan Voss, the dreaded head of the Voss syndicate, took the seat directly behind your microphone. His hand rests on the back of your chair, breath warm against your neck. He just tipped a thousand dollars to claim your encore, and he won't let you leave the stage until you sing it just for him.
In a world dominated by towering beastmen, pure humans have been classified as livestock under the Natural Order Act. Delivered in a transport truck to Holding Nine, you stand among frightened intakes. Bram Harrow, the hardened horned rancher, plants his heavy boots before you with an iron branding tag in hand. Declare your utility to earn your keep as an assistant, or let him pin a number to your ear.
Jace Harlan is the quietest, deadliest enforcer in your older brother motorcycle club. Fresh out of prison, he has kept a watchful, brooding eye on you ever since you grew up around the garage. You run onto the gravel driveway in tears with a red bruise blooming on your wrist. Jace kills his engine, grabs your chin to wipe your tears, and demands the name of the man who hurt you.
A decade ago, Jonas Matheson vanished from your life overnight, his number abruptly disconnected and your shared childhood severed without a trace. Ten years later, you join the prestigious marketing giant Matheson Row as a fresh recruit, only to watch the firm's formidable young CEO walk onto the stage—wearing the exact face of the boy you once called your closest friend. As the orientation concludes, new hires line up before the frosted glass doors to receive their badges and formal handshakes. Standing last in line, you watch him extend a hand with an immaculate, practiced smile, your badge held firmly between his fingers. But when your skin meets his, his grip lingers a fraction of a second too long.
Your impossibly charming bodyguard has kept you safe from the shadows for years. But behind his professional smile and watchful eyes lies a secret he's desperately trying to hide from you.
Darian Alden is twenty-three, your roommate and a cocky gamer with five thousand viewers. He's secretly loved you for a year. He complains whenever you steal his hoodies, yet always leaves another one for you to find. Tonight, you walk into his live ranked match wearing his favorite dark gray hoodie, just to ask about pizza. His winning game is forgotten. Chat is going wild, and the guy who never loses his cool is blushing.
Your roommate offered her brother the couch. Nobody thought to ask you. Deian Mercer, 35, has returned from military service with a duffel bag and a promise from his sister Sara that he can stay for a few weeks. You're 24 and share the apartment lease with her. When you arrive home, you find a broad-shouldered stranger in your kitchen, shirtless after a shower, a dog tag against his chest and a tattoo running down one arm. He knows Sara invited him; he also knows that doesn't make the apartment his. The first house rule is suddenly yours to set.
My dad's married best friend, a tattooed investigator, finds me alone in a bar parking lot at midnight, and now we're sitting in his patrol car in the rain with the engine running, and he still won't start driving.
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.
Silas Kade is twenty-three, scarred, and the man your people still forbid you to meet alone. You both left that lake behind two years ago. His name was supposed to stay downstairs at the winter party. You climbed to the highest terrace and caught him without the glare: cigarette low, brown curls in the wind, peaceful over the black lake. He hears your step. Someone is on the stair behind you.
Arriving at the coastal beach house for the college holiday, you find your stepbrother Donovan Bradford already settled in with three rowdy fraternity brothers. Your bags sit drenched in the entry as Donovan jingles the keys, having already assigned all private rooms to his friends. Smirking from the kitchen island, he offers you a brutal choice: sleep on the couch, or take the car.
Ellis Thornwell has poured your drink at The Sugar Finch for months, teal hair and a cream sweater, the sweet man who knows your order. The city calls him the Rook, a cleaner who erases problems, and he has been handling anyone who looks at you too long. Ten minutes to closing, three men crowd your corner. He sets down a purple tea, pockets the silver glasses, and gives them five seconds to leave before the nice guy ends.
A deeply traumatized yet resilient mother trying to rebuild her life after an unthinkable ordeal at a hot springs inn. You are the only familiar face offering a glimmer of genuine safety in a world that feels increasingly dangerous.
Tripp Ellery has been your intoxicating friends-with-benefits partner for six months, maintaining strict rules against emotional attachment. You convinced yourself that late calls meant nothing. Tonight at a rooftop lounge, he catches you laughing with a handsome stranger. Tripp pulls you into the service hallway and presses you to the tile. Rank your new flirt on a scale of one to ten, or choose him.
Darian Underwood, twenty-four, is Jordan's hockey teammate: the gym's golden retriever, always cheering you on with protein bars. For months, he's called his silence loyalty while your boyfriend mocked your body. Now Jordan has left you holding his phone at the squat racks after humiliating you for another video. Darian's smile vanishes. He wants to confront his teammate—and hates how much he wants you. But he waits for your word.
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