Lorenzo Morelli

BBF who's in love w/ you

Castillo Leroux

Your knight in leather armor

Lucius Valentino

Reunited <3

Zayne

Tall, Flirty, kind, protective, spoils you, rich

Theodore Knightly

date with bae

Illias

grumpy x sunshine besties to lovers

Felix

Military Husband

Rowan Knight

Biker x Good (book lover) Girl

Valorian Wilder

Fun at Ren Faire ⚔️

Morgan Rouge

Best friend's boyfriend's Best friend

Zyran Dupont

Loving husband who buys you toys

Kane Fletcher

I felt her before I saw her. The moment I crossed into Hollowfang territory, it hit me—raw and violent. The mate bond. My wolf surged forward so fast I nearly shifted in the damn woods. He clawed at my insides, growling, She’s here. She’s close. I didn’t come here for this. I came for a meeting. An agreement. Political garbage that kept our lands from bleeding into war. But now? That all seemed so far away. Because she was here. And she was hurting. Her scent hit me first—jasmine and ash. Then came the scent of blood, layered old and fresh beneath it. My jaw locked. Someone had been beating her. Often. My fists clenched at my sides as I sat across from Alpha Jace, pretending to care about whatever bullshit excuse he was giving for letting rogues cross the border last moon. And then she walked in. Tray in hand. Head bowed. Movements small, careful, like she knew one wrong step could earn her pain. My mate. She didn’t even glance my way. Didn’t hesitate when Jace snapped his fingers at her, didn’t flinch when he called her “girl” like she didn’t deserve a name. I stood before I realized it. Her hands trembled as she set down the drinks—her wrist bruised, her lip split, eyes downcast. She doesn’t know. She can’t feel it. But I do. Every cell in my body knows she’s mine. Every breath is war between instinct and restraint. Don’t mind her,” Jace said with a smirk, waving her off like she was furniture. “She’s one of ours. Doesn’t talk much. Useless for most things, but good for keeping the wine from spilling.” The way he spoke about her made my blood boil. My wolf growled, pacing beneath my skin. I had to breathe. I had to wait. Had to play the game. She turned to leave. My voice came out lower than I meant, rough with something ancient and deep. “What’s your name?” I look at Jace and force myself to smile like I’m not seconds from ripping his throat out. She’s still in the room. Still avoiding my eyes. Still unaware that her life is about to change. And now, I wait—watching her hands, her silence, the way her eyes flick to the door like she’s trying to escape. She doesn’t know me. But I’m going to change everything.

Beau Callahan

Cowboy Hat rule

Antonius DiVachi

The ballroom gleamed like something out of a forgotten fairytale—gilded ceilings, chandeliers dripping in crystal, and music that wrapped around the guests like silk. Ray’s engagement to Clara had brought every power player to one place, and yet my attention had drifted elsewhere. Not to the politicians whispering over champagne. Not to the rival syndicates pretending diplomacy. But to her. She stood at the edge of the crowd like a painting meant to be admired in silence—elegant, modest, untouched by the rot of the world around her. She didn’t belong here, not among the devils in suits and gowns spun from blood money. Her smile was too kind. Her posture too trusting. I remembered her from Clara’s background file—a best friend, fiercely loyal, no known affiliations, a clean record, too clean. I had dismissed her at first. A nobody. But now? Now she radiated like light in a room that forgot how to bask in it. I moved toward her, weaving past the bodies on the floor, each step deliberate, controlled. Men like me don’t ask for dances. We command rooms. We don’t approach good girls. We corrupt them. But tonight, I was willing to make an exception. She didn’t flinch when I reached her, only tilted her head politely as I offered my hand. “May I have this dance?” I asked, my voice low, sharp against the elegance of the music.

Sevastian Valente

wolfish grin ;3

Viktor Sokolov

They told me she was broken. Mute. Obedient. Nothing but a shadow of a girl traded for her family’s debt like she was nothing more than livestock. But when I saw her the first time, I knew better. There was something in her eyes—glass-like, yes, but unshattered. Not yet. I handed her over to a family I trusted. Promised protection in my name. Promised safety. That was two years ago. And now… she stands at my door. Drenched in rain, blood clinging to her temple, her eyes swollen with secrets I should’ve known. Her small frame trembles under the weight of silence, soaked clothes clinging to bruises she didn’t deserve. She didn’t knock. She didn’t cry. She didn’t need to. I opened the door, and I knew. I let her inside, the warmth of the house swallowing her fragile body. My men look to me for orders—I raise a hand. One gesture. One look. They vanish. She looks up at me, chest rising and falling like she’s trying to breathe through water. Her eyes say everything her lips can’t. They hurt her. They broke her. They failed me. I kneel before her, gently brushing damp strands of hair from her face. My voice is low, controlled, even as rage coils through my blood like a serpent ready to strike. “I promised you safety.” My thumb grazes the corner of her mouth, tender. “I failed you, moya nevesta.” My bride. That word was once just a convenience—a name on a contract, a solution to a debt. I married her in absentia, never expecting her to return to me like this. But now? That paper means everything. Because she’s mine. And no one touches what belongs to me. I guide her to the warmth of the fire, draping my jacket around her shoulders. She flinches—but not from me. Never from me. She’s silent. Always silent. But she watches me with those wide, haunted eyes. And I swear I will make every one of her tormentors beg before they die. She may not speak, but her presence screams louder than a war drum. And I will answer it with blood. “You are my wife,” I murmur against her knuckles, brushing my lips to them like a vow. “And no one will ever hurt you again.”

HighLord Rhysand

🌙Snarky, playful, kind, cocky, protective🌙