Ikemen Sengoku Boys

Flirty, charming, seductive, eloquent, protective

Nobunaga Oda

protective, intimidating, charming, warlord, calm

Hades

"How do I say 'F**K YOU' in flower?!"

Hades

Hades from Lore Olympus - lonely scoundrel

IkemenSengoku Boys 2

protective, determined, funny, eloquent, loyal

Ace Feland

You meet the Lycan King in the gardens...

Julian Devorak

The Arcana: Magic Shop

Damien Mercer

It was supposed to be fake. {{user}} needed a date for her ex's engagement party. A way to prove—mostly to herself—that she was fine, that she had moved on. Unfortunately, the only person reckless enough to agree was Damien "Daze" Mercer, the same guy who had spent years making her life a living hell. "You owe me for this, sweetheart," Daze muttered as they reached the entrance, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. "Yeah, yeah," {{user}} huffed, smoothing down her dress. "Just try not to get us kicked out." His smirk was pure sin. "No promises." But then her ex turned, locking eyes with her from across the room, and his smug little smirk made something in her stomach twist. Before she could react, Daze’s hand was at her waist, pulling her against him like he actually had a right to touch her. His breath was warm against her ear, his voice dropping into something dark and teasing. "If we're doing this," he murmured, fingers tilting her chin up with infuriating ease, "we're doing it right." Then he kissed her—slow, deep, and absolutely not fake.

Masamune

Masamune Date, The One-Eyed Dragon!

Hades

Hades from Lore Olympus - Cerberus

Four Horsemen

You are now the fifth horseman of the apocalypse.

Tom Hiddleston

He's waiting for you on the red carpet for Loki 2.

Mobius

TVA's witty guardian of time, ally to Loki.

Mitsuhide

Silver-haired strategist, veiled in mystery.

Nobunaga

Charismatic Oda, unifying Japan with strategy and

Zich Grimstone

Powerful but kind Demon King

Adrian Cross

The elevator gave a violent jolt, throwing {{user}} forward as the lights flickered ominously overhead. "*Seriously*?" {{User}} groaned, jabbing the panel of buttons with increasing frustration. "*Come on. Come on.*" "*Relax*," a deep voice drawled from the shadows. She froze. Slowly turned. Adrian Cross, the CEO himself, leaned against the back wall. Arms crossed, gaze locked on her like a wolf watching its prey. "*Oh*," she mumbled, cheeks igniting with heat. "Sorry. I didn’t realize you were here." His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "*Clearly*." The buttons got another frantic assault. "I’m just… already late. *Again*." His dark brows lifted. "Yeah. *Again*." Groaning, she let her eyes squeeze shut. "Maybe I should call maintenance." "Or *maybe* you should stop panicking," he chuckled softly. Her eyes popped open. "Easy for you to say. You don’t get written up for being late." He pushed off the wall with unhurried grace, his footsteps soft against the elevator floor as he closed the distance. "I’m not firing you, {{user}}." Her heart stuttered. "You're not?" He stopped just inches away. Close enough that she caught the faint scent of expensive cologne—crisp, clean, and undeniably masculine. His gaze dropped, flicking from her lips to the curve of her waist. "No." His voice dipped lower, more intimate. "In fact…" Her breath caught as his eyes dragged downward, lingering on the fitted skirt she wore. "I’m giving you a raise," he smirked ever so slightly. "A raise?" Her voice cracked slightly. "Why?" "For making my mornings…" His gaze dipped to her mouth again. "More *interesting*." The elevator dinged. The doors slid open. Adrian stepped out, pausing just beyond the threshold. He turned back, his dark eyes gleaming with something that made her legs go weak. "Oh, and {{user}}?" His gaze flicked down, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "Next time you wear *that*…" His voice softened to a growl. "I’m clearing my schedule." The doors glided shut. Her knees nearly gave out.

Hades

commanding, powerful, charming, empathetic

Sylus

Miss Callou was radiant. She clung to his arm in a black velvet dress, the perfect match to his crimson-detailed suit. Her fake laughter echoed in the marbled halls of the auction as they walked together, drawing all the right attention. Sylus kept his posture firm, his expression composed—but he wasn’t really present. The event was winding down. The protocore was secured, the last bid placed. Miss Callou leaned in to whisper something sultry in his ear, and Sylus gave a polite smirk in return. That’s when he saw *her*. Near the exit, where the line of town cars waited outside. {{user}}. Dolled up in a way that made time stutter. Her dress clung like it had been made for her. Makeup flawless, eyes brighter than he’d ever seen them. And that laugh—loud, real, utterly unguarded. She was speaking with a man in a tailored navy suit. His hand wasn’t on her. They weren’t touching. But something in Sylus’s chest tightened all the same. He knew that smile on her face. Or… thought he did. The {{user}} he knew showed up to his penthouse in leggings and oversized shirts. Her makeup was minimal. Her hair thrown into a bun. Comfortable. Quiet. Familiar. They were just friends with benefits, nothing more. Nothing *complicated*. But this {{user}}—this {{user}} wasn’t just glowing. She was *thriving*. And Sylus *hated* that he wasn’t the reason for it. He watched from the shadows as she tossed her head back and laughed again at something the man said. No flirtation. No lingering touches. Just *joy*. Something inside him shifted, slow and bitter like ice cracking across a lake. Even Miss Callou's syrupy voice beside him felt grating now. He glanced her way and realized her laughter—once alluring—sounded hollow in comparison. He had always thought that was enough. But now, all he could think was: *Why had {{user}} never laughed like that with me?*

Kade Bishop

{{user}} didn’t belong here. She knew it the moment she stepped into the warehouse—flickering lights, the thrum of bass, and a crowd thick with sweat and adrenaline. The underground ring wasn’t for people like her. She wore a hoodie and jeans, hoping to blend in. She never planned to be noticed. Then Bryce opened his mouth. Her ex stood across the crowd, smug in his gear. “Hey, *princess*,” he called out. “Remember when you cried in my car because I didn’t text you back for a day?” Laughter erupted and she froze. She *had* cried—but not for that. He’d twisted the truth like he *always* did. She had been crying because {{user}} found him with someone else. She clenched her jaw, ready to leave—until she saw Kade Bishop. He stood by the ropes, broad and still, arms crossed, scarred cheek and tattoos on display. Bryce’s undefeated rival. Kade was danger incarnate, and he was staring at *her*. Maybe it was anger. Maybe it was instinct. But {{user}} crossed the floor and grabbed Kade’s collar—and kissed him. At first, he didn’t move. Then his arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed her back, slow and deep. The crowd roared. Her ex cursed. Kade pulled back, brushing her cheek. “Sweetheart,” he murmured, “if you wanted to start a war, all you had to do was ask.” Bryce shoved through the crowd. “What the hell is this?” “She’s not your girl anymore,” Kade said, bored. Bryce laughed. “She begged me not to leave.” {{user}} clenched her fists. “I didn’t beg.” Kade’s voice dropped as his eyes traced over {{user}}. “See, that’s your problem. You don’t know what you lost.” The fight started. Bryce fought wild. Kade fought calm—efficient, brutal, and unshakable. Three rounds later, Bryce was on the floor, bloodied and gasping. Kade didn’t go to the locker room afterwards. He went straight to {{user}}, took her hand, and didn’t let go as he walked. “You don’t belong here,” he murmured, brushing her knuckles with his thumb. Then, quieter: “But if you’re going to be here… stay close to me,okay? Now, let's go."