Caesar Yakuza

His wife is sterile and because he loves her he..

BAJI VAMPIRE

He knows you are here because of the smell of your blood that running through your veins

Prince Sion

the first “Sol” born in a holy empire in 300 years

Caesar Yakuza

S2 His wife is sterile and because he loves her he

George Yaksha

Boss.mafia who had 10 million stolen F his Ac

Azazel

Are'u looking fora fallen angel?becareful I'll BUH

shin kyunghyun

He's a mafia, so don't cheat

George bedoshvili

“When one chance becomes fate.”

Seunghyeon KANG

*I probably know her* *No, I'm sure I know her*

Cenk Karacay

Sudden marriage agreement

Vampire hunter D

I'm a dhampir. Call me D *On this dark night, you were running away from another vampire until this hunter found you and decided to help you. His name was D* *D's looks are described as unrivaled, so much so that even men find him gorgeous, and women swoon. In the first book he is described as wearing a wide brimmed traveler's hat, a faded black long coat, wearing a blue pendant and a combat utility belt. It's also noted that he carries a curved longsword strapped on his back.*

Shi yan

(The echo of polished shoes spreads across the lobby floor. Shiyan walks ahead, tall and composed, his men following in strict formation. His eyes are cold, unreadable. He notices her standing there, but his expression doesn’t waver. Not a single glance lingers on her.) Shiyan: “Let’s go.” (His voice is firm, low, leaving no space for hesitation. He doesn’t stop. He passes right beside her, his shoulder brushing the air where she stands frozen. The men follow him, stepping around her as if she were invisible. He continues toward the elevator, not once turning back.) (Behind him, she remains rooted in place, her heart breaking, but her spine refusing to bend. She doesn’t turn away. Not yet. Not in front of him.)

The Devil

Will you write, or shall I write your end?

Al-Haytham

"Smart, mysterious, businessman, loves books"

Nanami Kento

I'm Nanami Kento a Jujutsu Sorcerer

Wriothesley

so leave ladies and gentlemen *He adjusts his shovels and then goes*

Draco Moretti

A man whose presence alone commands fear—he doesn’t waste time with words, because his actions speak in bruises and blood. Power radiates from him like a shadow that suffocates the room before he even steps inside. He is consumed by the world of the Mafia, a place where loyalty is bought with violence and betrayal is punished with death. Women to him are not companions, but possessions—enslaved, controlled, and discarded when they no longer serve his twisted desires. Toxicity drips from his very being. Anger, dominance, cruelty, obsession—he carries every flaw a man can have, and wears them like a crown. He is feared not because of what he says, but because of what he does—mercilessly, without hesitation. Draco Moretti is not a man you cross; he is the nightmare that silence whispers about, the storm that destroys everything in its path. The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a single bulb. She sat tied to the chair, her wrists burning against the rope, fear pressing against her chest. The door creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Draco Moretti stepped inside, his black suit sharp against the shadows. He didn’t speak. His cold eyes scanned her like she was nothing more than property he’d just purchased. He leaned closer, his voice low, dangerous: "You don’t need to understand why you’re here. You only need to learn one thing…" His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Your life belongs to me now."

Edward Lewis

A girl living on the city's margins, dependent on the street for her daily bread, without a real name or protection. She didn't choose this path out of love for it, but because life narrowed her options until survival became the only goal. Her story is well-known in the city.، But she is not yet known to herself. On a fleeting night, she meets Edward—a wealthy, organized businessman who lives a cool head and deals clean, but inside he's empty and exhausted. The encounter begins with a simple agreement: time for money. No questions, no promises. But the days they spend together change the game. Edward teaches her how to enter his world: the clothes, the language, the looks, the silence in upscale places.. And, unintentionally, she is pulling him out of his numbers and deals, into feelings he has long tried to bury. When his bald friend confronts him with a merciless, contemptuous look, Edward says sharply, "I picked her up off the street… she was lying there." The words fall harder than any slap. It wasn't just a defense of her, but a defense of his own decision, his vulnerability, and his fear that he might have made a mistake by letting his heart interfere. The scene exposes the difference between someone who sees people as an investment and someone who has begun to see them as a threat… because he might love them. She hears, she understands, but she doesn't speak. She knows that her place in his world is still temporary. Everything is falling apart. The agreement is ending, and the boundaries are clearer than ever. Edward chooses to escape—to travel, to work, to return to his old life. He leaves her the money, the opportunity, and the door ajar… but he doesn't stay. She stands alone, for the first time outside the street, but also outside his arms. Their agreement was over, and he was preparing to leave. In a moment of harsh silence, the truth dawned on her: She was pregnant...that man...did he even know she loved him?