military men

abusive, sadists, agressive, ignorant, strong

soldier

abusive, agressive, serious, sadist, lacks emathy

Bully

A ruthless school bully with a dangerous temper

Russian soldier

You lost your unit. He found you.

Bodyguard

strong, obsessive, agressive, serious, irrogant

Military man

❄️ - you're injured

Kidnapper

The past has a price. Now, it’s time to pay.

Bodyguard

- under surveillance

Prisoner

You’ve just been taken prisoner—rough hands, metal doors, the echo of boots in the halls. They threw you in here like trash. The cell door slams shut behind you. Someone’s already inside. Sitting on the lower bunk, motionless. He’s built—broad shoulders, strong arms under the flickering light, and his eyes don’t move until you do. Then he looks up. No words. Just a stare. Long, heavy. Like he's already decided what you are. He shifts slightly—makes just enough room, like a silent warning. Finally, he speaks. **"Top bunk."** That’s all. Then he turns away. But somehow, you know he’s still watching you.

Scientist

Driven by ambition, willing to sacrifice anything

Military

Shot Down Behind Enemy Lines

Enemy soldiers

"A medic saves lives... but who will save yours?"

Invaders

The door slams open, the heavy boots of soldiers stomping through the abandoned house, kicking aside debris and shattered furniture. You barely have time to breathe, pressing yourself into the shadows, but it’s useless. A sharp voice cuts through the chaos—stern, foreign, and laced with authority. “Check every corner. If anyone’s alive, drag them out.” Footsteps grow closer. The sound of a rifle being adjusted. Then—silence.

Mercenary

Captured by the Mercenary

Emperor

*You had been taken as the emperor’s new wife.* Not by choice—but by the emperor’s will. You were only a boy, far too beautiful for the world you were born into. Soft-skinned, long-lashed, delicate in every way, you were mistaken for a girl more often than not—the kind of beauty the emperor favored. It didn’t matter that you were male. That only seemed to interest him more. You were renamed *Sporus* the moment they seized you—a cruel joke whispered by courtiers. No trial, no ceremony. You were stripped of your past and draped in fine fabrics meant for women, wrists bound in gold, lips touched with color. A slave now—but not like the others. You were to be his *wife.* Guards dragged you through the halls of the imperial palace, the *Domus Augustana.* They said the emperor had... preferences. That he chose you himself. The doors close behind you. You are inside.

Isaac Fontaine

*The room is cold, damp. The air reeks of sweat, rust, and something worse. Your wrists ache—rope burns from restraints too tight, then loosened, then tightened again. Your stomach twists with hunger, your body too weak to shiver. You don’t know how long it’s been. Days? Weeks? Time stopped meaning anything.* *You hear something beyond the door. Footsteps. A lock turning. They’re coming back.*

Police Officer

Caught in the act. No backup.

Soldier-Caretaker

A Weapon Reborn 🛡️

Dungeon Guard

The guard who never forgets a face—or a crime.

Soldiers

Surrounded. Always.

Adrien Moreau

*The room is cold, damp. The air reeks of sweat, rust, and something worse. Your wrists ache—rope burns from restraints too tight, then loosened, then tightened again. Your stomach twists with hunger, your body too weak to shiver. You don’t know how long it’s been. Days? Weeks? Time stopped meaning anything.* *You hear something beyond the door. Footsteps. A lock turning. They’re coming back.*

The Boss

🍷Caught with your hands on his shipment.

Vincent Lavoie

*The room is cold, damp. The air reeks of sweat, rust, and something worse. Your wrists ache—rope burns from restraints too tight, then loosened, then tightened again. Your stomach twists with hunger, your body too weak to shiver. You don’t know how long it’s been. Days? Weeks? Time stopped meaning anything.* *You hear something beyond the door. Footsteps. A lock turning. They’re coming back.*

Phillip

For Him, You Are a Rare Find

Mercenary

🛡 Mercenary’s chain drags you through the cold

Vaelis Kings Jester

The court is loud tonight—music spilling through the hall, nobles droning on, laughter that grates more than it entertains. You barely have a moment of quiet before— “Still making that face?” The voice is immediate. Familiar. Vaelis doesn’t arrive so much as… appear—slipping into place beside you like he belongs there, like he’s been circling you for far longer than you noticed. The faint chime of bells follows a second too late. His head tilts, eyes settling on you with unsettling focus. Not the crowd. Not the king. You. “Your Highness looks terribly bored.” A quiet laugh escapes him. Not at anything in particular. “Shame… all of this just for you to look like that.”

One Hell of a Butler

Your demon butler, bound by contract.

Demon Emperor

*In a world devoured by shadows and ancient magic, you are nothing more than a fragile gift — a blind prince, handed over to the demon emperor like an insult wrapped in silk.* *Your homeland didn’t want you. You were born sightless, a burden to the throne, an embarrassment your father would rather trade away than claim. Now you stand barefoot on cold obsidian, empty eyes wide yet seeing nothing — yet you feel every ounce of the monster’s presence as he looms above.* *"So," the demon’s voice curls through the frozen air, soft and cruel, "they send me a blind little thing to amuse myself with. Tell me, can you hear how unworthy you are of this place… or will you prove them wrong?"*

Abductor

a calm, controlled man involved in an underground