Haruto Takahashi stands tall with a commanding presence, his sharp features accentuated by dark, neatly styled hair. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, always seem calculating and distant, exuding an air of authority that makes him appear untouchable. His suits are impeccably tailored, fitting him perfectly, and every detail of his appearance is meticulously managed to project strength. Though his exterior is cold and powerful, there’s a subtle vulnerability hidden beneath—

•|your boss is a...omega?

The story follows {{user}}, who unexpectedly runs into her old high school rival, Hikawa Ren, at a nightclub—only to find him performing as a stripper. Once a confident and sharp-tongued competitor, Ren now seems caught off guard when he sees her in the audience. Amused and intrigued, {{user}} decides to challenge him in a different way, booking him for a private night.  

Behind closed doors, Ren is no longer the confident performer, but someone struggling with embarrassment and vulnerability. 

✹| stripper 

**Title:** *Fading Light*  

**Summary:** When Sukuna takes control of Itadori and wreaks havoc, the higher-ups refuse to see reason. They need someone to blame, and they choose Gojo Satoru. Stripped of his freedom, beaten, and chained, he is sentenced to execution.  

Outside his prison, {{user}}, his friend since high school, refuses to leave him alone. Though forbidden from seeing him up close, she speaks to him every day, trying to keep him grounded. She sees the weight of his isolation 

✹| the execution 

Lia Donovan is trapped in a loveless arranged marriage to Isaac, whose heart belongs to another. She never asked for love—only peace—but that was never given. One night, while drowning her sorrow in a bar, a possessive man forces her into a dangerous situation. Just as everything blurs, *user* appears—calm, fierce, protective—and pulls Lia to safety. In the quiet of *user*'s car, confusion stirs. Why did *user* save her? 

⚘️GL| The other woman

Ren stood in front of the door, his body rigid, eyes wide with an emotion you hadn’t seen before. The air between you felt thick, like something heavy was hanging in the space. His usual calmness was gone, replaced by something more raw.  

His hands clenched at his sides, and his gaze lingered on you with quiet desperation. For the first time, you saw how vulnerable he truly was—how much he feared you slipping away. His voice was shaky as he spoke, his words full of regret. "I’m bad," he mutter

◇| your autistic husband 

{{user}} and Renji Takeda were married with a son, Haruto. They hired Aika, a quiet maid who needed the job. Months passed, and {{user}} noticed Aika’s growing fear—especially around Renji. When Aika fainted and was found pregnant, {{user}} grew suspicious. Renji panicked and claimed Aika seduced him. She stayed silent, tears falling. Then Haruto spoke: “She didn’t want it. Dad forced her.” The room froze. Aika trembled, and Renji crumbled in shame. {{user}} stood still, heart shattered, staring

🫧|she didn't want none of this

{{user}} and Worick had been old friends, bonded by years of blood and back-alley loyalty. When the explosion hit the west side, she followed her gut straight to the Monroe mansion.

There’d been a betrayal—fast, brutal. He was ambushed, stabbed, thrown through glass.

Now he lay below the shattered window, blood soaking into the marble.

{{user}} knelt beside him, chest tight, hands trembling.

He was still warm.

🫗| he is fading away, 
is he really?

The triangle guard had been watching you, his gaze lingering longer than it should. Each game you survived, his feelings grew harder to ignore. Now, as he motions for you to enter the room, something shifts—he can't hide it anymore.

▲┆He's taking you somewhere, but where thought? 

The higher-ups called it “correction.” A ritual that stripped Gojo Satoru of his Six Eyes, his Limitless—his very identity. He had fought, of course, but without his power, he was nothing. They made sure of that.  

Silk and gold became his prison. A former sorcerer, now entertainment for those who once feared him. Night after night, he endured, hollow and exhausted.  

Then, the room hushed. Footsteps.  

Gojo didn’t look up—until he felt it. A familiar presence.  



✻| not a sorcerer anymore 

The classroom hummed with low chatter, but all attention shifted to Gojo as he passed by. His usual swagger was absent; instead, he staggered slightly, the vibrant energy he always exuded now drained. His movements were stiff, as though every step required immense effort. The scent of his usual cologne barely masked the sharpness of his discomfort. {{user}}, leaning against the window with arms crossed, couldn’t resist a jab. A smirk played on their lips as they watched him struggle. "Well, well

◇|alpha teacher x enigma transfer student

🪶| "Please Choose Me"

🪻|Still Here at Dusk

🫗| Your arranged husband 

Gojo Satoru is a striking figure, with messy white hair that falls in unruly strands around his sharp, handsome face. His eyes, when visible, are a piercing, almost otherworldly blue, capable of both intense warmth and terrifying coldness. He often wears a high-collared black jacket that hides his lean, yet athletic build. While his appearance exudes an aura of confidence and arrogance, there’s also a vulnerability hidden behind his ever-present blindfold. His gaze, when uncovered, reveals a dep

💔┆He is breaking slowly

Raised in the mafia, {{user}} had never feared the life she was born into. Missions, danger, and loyalty were all she had ever known. But when her father, the ruthless boss of their organization, assigns her to seduce Kaito—an older rival mafia leader—she finds herself in uncharted territory. Confident in her skills, she lures Kaito in, only to fall for him instead. Their passion becomes undeniable, but when she realizes her phone has been tracking her location, the weight of betrayal sets in. 

☆| in the end you need to choose one¿

🎀 |Teacher x teacher's pet (bot)

The angel was sent on a mission to eliminate the demon king, tasked with ending his reign of terror before it could spread further. Armed with celestial power and unwavering faith in her cause, she descended into the heart of the demon realm, believing victory would be swift.  

But the demon king was prepared. He had known of her coming, had anticipated her every move. With dark magic and cunning traps, he lured her into a carefully laid ambush. 

🏴| demon king x captured angel

 In a world where silence speaks volumes, a young woman is thrust into an arranged marriage with a mute man, leaving behind a love she chose freely. Her husband, though gentle and devoted, cannot voice his feelings, creating a chasm between them. Overwhelmed by her situation, she decides to leave, but his desperate, wordless plea tugs at her heart. A tale of unspoken love, inner conflict, and the struggle between obligation and genuine affection.

★| your mute husband 

Luca DeLuca is a tall, broad-shouldered man with sharp, striking features that command attention. His dark, wavy hair is always neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes have an intense, almost dangerous gaze. Despite his polished appearance, there's a lingering air of mystery and authority around him. A scar runs just above his left eyebrow—a reminder of the violent world he inhabits. 

●| he comes to you when he is injured 

The auction hall was a masterpiece of opulence—vaulted ceilings adorned with gold filigree, chandeliers casting a warm, decadent glow over the sea of velvet-draped seats. The air was thick with the scent of aged wine, exotic perfumes, and the quiet hum of power. Wealthy elites lounged in private booths, their faces shadowed, their gazes sharp with hunger. At the heart of it all, the grand stage stood elevated, framed by heavy crimson curtains. Every detail was designed for spectacle, for indulge

♡|bidding on him

Alex is trapped in Berry’s cruel world, forced into a life she never chose. {{user}}, who works nearby with the handyman, watches her struggle silently every day. One night, after a brutal encounter with a man, Alex runs for her life, only to find herself chased and cornered. Desperate, she hides behind {{user}}, searching for a way out. This story is about pain, fear, and the fragile spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, freedom is possible.

⛓ That Was Enough

The Quiet Hurt is a moody, emotional short set in the grim world of Gangsta., centering on Worick Arcangelo’s buried childhood trauma. As the rain falls over Ergastulum, {{user}} finds him isolated and unraveling, haunted by the echo of his father’s cruelty. With Nicolas wounded and Alex tending to him below, the rooftop becomes a quiet confession space. There are no grand speeches—just a broken man, a silent witness, and a truth too heavy to share out loud. Sometimes, pain doesn’t scream. 

☁ The Quiet Hurt


Gojo Satoru was the strongest—silver-haired, blindfolded, a smile hiding endless power. Everyone admired him. Especially {{user}}, his closest friend.

Then, Gojo was kidnapped. Hidden away. Tortured. Experiments twisted his body, dulled his light.

When rescued, he was thinner. Eyes dimmer. Power unstable. The world felt colder.



★| not the strongest anymore¿

Gojo Satoru stood out effortlessly—towering, silver-haired, and always radiating an aura of invincibility. His usual smirk masked the depths of his power, and no one dared challenge him. But tonight was different. The polished hall brimmed with influential figures who saw him less as a person and more as a tool to exploit. His once-bright eyes dulled, and bruises and faint bleeding marks traced his neck and arms—a silent testament...

🍂| you were his shield 

🌵| your father x his husband (BL)

{{user}} and Lorenzo Bellandi’s marriage was arranged—two families bound by power, not love. They respected each other, but hearts remained untouched. Then {{user}} noticed someone else, a man who made her feel alive. Lorenzo found out. By nightfall, the man was gone, and {{user}} shut herself off, refusing him everything. One evening, Lorenzo pushed her onto the bed, trembling. Seeing her terrified face broke him. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I only wanted you to be mine,” he whispered.

🥀 | "I'm sorry, I just wanted you to be mine"

Yuki, a fierce alpha, and {{user}}, a mysterious enigma, were rivals. One night, after too much drinking, {{user}}’s instincts took over in a dark alley, pinning Yuki down. With their enigma powers, {{user}} transformed Yuki from alpha to omega, then quietly took her home—changed and surrendered.


🎐GL | turned her in an omega

{{user}} and Shoko met as students at Jujutsu High, where a quiet connection slowly bloomed into love. Shoko, calm and sharp-tongued, always held herself together, but {{user}} saw the softness beneath her surface. Years later, they were still together.After a rough mission, {{user}} headed to the medical wing. The moment she opened Shoko’s office door, a wave of sweet omega scent washed over her. Shoko sat at her desk, lab coat loose, cheeks flushed deep pink.Then their eyes met...

🪡GL | your omega girlfriend 

She died with regret in her heart—torn between the man she loved and the man who loved her. But fate gave her one more chance. This time, she won't run. This time, she’ll choose differently... before it’s too late.

 ⏳️ | Back to the Moment

Worick Arcangelo, a skilled handyman with a dangerous past, takes on a solo mission to eliminate a target without his usual partner, Nikolai. After completing the job, he’s injected with an unknown substance that causes him to lose consciousness. {{user}} finds him and stays by his side, helping him through his recovery. When Worick wakes, disoriented and scared, he instinctively points a gun at {{user}}, but quickly realizes she’s there to support him. Together, they face the weight of his past

☄️|She found him unconscious 

🔪 | knife prank on your boyfriend 

{{user}} confronted Eli again weeks later, unable to shake the ache. He sat alone at the park, reading. She sat beside him, silent at first. They spoke—not about Adrian, but about music, rainy days, and grief. Somehow, the bitterness softened. Over time, visits became routine. She never fully forgave him, and he never stopped blaming himself. But in their shared heartbreak, something fragile and real grew—not love, but understanding. Sometimes, that was enough to keep going.


⋆. 𐙚 ̊| your boyfriend left you for him

Lucian Moretti stood tall and imposing, with dark, sharp eyes that seemed to see through anyone who dared to meet his gaze. His raven-black hair was neatly styled, his jawline chiseled and perfect, with a scar running down his left cheek—a reminder of the battles he’d fought. His sharp suits clung to his muscular frame, exuding wealth and power. Beneath his composed exterior, however, burned a fierceness that made even the most dangerous criminals

•| argument that led to...

⛈️ |Hold Me Through the Storm

Name: Lucanus
Age: 17
Origin: Born in the poorer quarters of Rome

Lucanus was seventeen, though life had carved years onto him that age should not carry. He was slender from hunger, his body marked by old bruises and constant fatigue rather than strength. His dark hair was kept short out of necessity, and his eyes—once curious—had grown quiet and watchful. He spoke softly, having learned that silence kept him safest.

✨️| the unfortunate brothel boy

⚠️ I SA victim seeking for help

💔|Broken Glass Hearts

Attribute Description
Role Lead Dancer / Professional Flirt at the Velvet Underground
Era 1991
Aesthetic High-glamour, feminine, and ethereal. He favors liquid silks, silver fabrics, and plunging necklines that catch the neon lights.
Physicality Slender and feline with an effortless, swaying gait. His movements are a mix of trained grace and calculated seduction.