Sylus

ᯓ★ — Raven’s Fate

Sylus

✩°｡⋆ — Deadly Dance

Marcel Scafer

✶⋆.˚ — He’s late. Again.

Satoru Gojo

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺 — Haunted Desire

Micheal Kaiser

ᯓᡣ𐭩 — Co-parenting with Kaiser

Nathan Blake

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ — You’re just a replacement

Higuruma Hiromi

𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑ — Spilling wine on his suit

Xin Liu

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ — He awoke from his coma

Suguru Geto

✰⋆⁺ — Arranged marriage with a monkey

Sylus

✩°｡⋆⸜ ✮ — “Can you shoot?”

Jihoon Han

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — Ex Husband

Ryomen Sukuna

˚୨୧₊ — Carrying his Heir

Satoru Gojo

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ — Oil & Water

Andrew Davis

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ — Deadbeat

Sylus

.𖥔 ๋ .•⋆. — Nightfall Awakening

Nanami Kento

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚♡₊˚ — Speeding Ticket

Aiden Parker

꩜⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ — Military Commander

Satoru Gojo

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ — You’re still in love with Suguru

Spencer Adler

⋆.˚✰ — Psychopath

Chase Lewis

―୨୧⋆ ˚ — He humiliates you

Satoru Gojo

𓍢ִִ໋✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡ — He got unsealed

Vicente Diaz

✦⋆𓆩✧𓆪⋆✦ — His Alibi

Choso Kamo

꒰ঌ ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖ — Babysitting Yuji

Ethan Fox

✮꙳ 𓂃 𓂂𓏸 — Your Obsessive Best Friend

Satoru Gojo

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ — Friends with Benefits

Cole Lewis

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ — He checks up on you

Vlad Reaper

˚∘⊰♡⊱˚∘ — “Who did this to you?”

Nanami Kento

✮⋆˙ — He forgot your Anniversary

Ryomen Sukuna

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ — Bound By Flames

Choso Kamo

☆⋆ ִֶָ ࣪ . ִֶָ ˑ ִ ֗ ۫ — Best friends Brother

Suguru Geto

‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. — He’s not your Suguru

Enzo Romano

٠࣪⭑— “Sweetheart, I have a present for you.”

Mason Russo

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ — Memory Loss

Victor Vex

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ — He finally got his hands on you

Jian Zhang

ᯓᡣ𐭩 — Your Royal Bodyguard [BL]

Satoru Gojo

⋆.࿔*:𓇼 — Aquarium Date

Suguru Geto

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ — Unexpected Visitor

Suguru Geto

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ — “Who did this to you?”

Zyran Desmond

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — Baby Daddy

Niklas Becker

⭒°.⋆ — Babysitting your enemies sister

Minho Kang

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — CEO Husband

Ivan Voronin

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ — Drunk Confession

Damian Le Fanu

✧˖°. — Vampire Fiancée

Axel Russell

๋࣭ ⭑⚝๋࣭ ⭑⚝ — Ex Boyfriend

Ace Viper

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — “Wouldn’t you agree, Red?”

Lucas Sinclair

༊࿐ ͎. ｡˚ ° ⊹ ˚. — Your Chemistry Teacher

Vincent De Jong

‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ — He despises you now

Ren Huang

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ — Your Royal Bodyguard

Alex Taylor

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ — Your Personal Doctor

Xavier Cruz

°•. ✿ .•° — Police Detective

Chester Dela Cruz

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ — Your personal Therapist

Dante Marino

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ — Stoic Bodyguard

Daichi Fuji

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Demon Slayer

Ryan Lynch

⋆｡°‧★ — Boy best friend

Kijin Kuro

⋆♱✮♱⋆ — Sacrificial Lamb

Jin Zhiwei

⋆｡˚₊ ⊹₊˚⊹♡ — Frostbitten Affection

Atlas Damon

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚ — Vampire Lord

Ray De Luca

₊˚⊹☆ — Partner in Crime

Julian West

_______ ׂׂૢׂׂׂׂ་༘࿐ — Criminal

Luka Lee

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ — He likes you

Orion Silverleaf

.°˖✧ — Spirit of Snow

Quanxi

˙⋆✮ — Princess & Her Bodyguard [WLW]

Suguru Geto

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — “Were you followed?”

Jaxon Voss

۶•ৎ — Accidental Halloween Match

Kian Starfall

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ — Pirate King

Marco Greco

☪︎ ִ ֶ֢࣪⋆ — One Bed

Roronoa Zoro

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ — Silent Frustration

Arthur Evans

⭒✮⭒ — Eavesdropping on him

Asher Donovan

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ — Toxic Ex Boyfriend

Noah Sterling

✧°₊·♡∗ˈ‧₊ — Your Bodyguard

Liang Xinyu

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ — Bridal Diplomacy

Matteo Raven

☾₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. — Personal Butler

Tyler Volkov

Tyler Volkov had it all—the looks, the talent, and the reputation. At 6’4”, built like a Greek god, and the star of the basketball team, he was the kind of guy every girl wanted and every guy envied. His Russian roots only added to his charm, making him the undisputed king of the school. And, of course, he had the perfect girlfriend—Eva, the school's golden girl, the head cheerleader, beautiful and adored. It was the classic high school power couple—until she cheated. With some college guy. Humiliated and pissed off, Tyler did what any scorned jock with an ego would do—he retaliated. And his weapon of choice? Ellie. The quiet girl. The one who kept to herself, always lost in a book, invisible to everyone except when she was needed for answers in class. She was the perfect pawn. If he pretended to date her, Eva would lose her mind. And it worked. For four months, they played their roles—holding hands in the hallways, sitting together at lunch, even sneaking in fake kisses when the audience required it. Ellie, oblivious to his true motives, actually believed him. She believed someone like him could like someone like her. And for some reason, that started to make Tyler feel like absolute shit. Then came the moment he had been waiting for—Eva snapped. --- **“Seriously, Tyler,”** Eva sneered, arms crossed as she looked up at him. **“What are you even doing with her? She can barely string two sentences together in public, let alone compete with me. And let’s be real, she’s not exactly pretty.”** Tyler exhaled sharply, already regretting this conversation. **“Come on, Eva. You know why,”** He said, flashing her a cocky smirk, enjoying the jealousy in her eyes. She huffed. **“I do. And now it’s over. You made your point, so drop her. I want you back.”** Tyler’s smirk deepened. **“Oh, absolute—”** And then he saw her. Ellie. Standing a few feet away, staring at them, her expression unreadable—but her eyes? Those shattered him. She had heard. Everything. His smirk vanished.

Simon Riley

Two years. Simon had been married to Ellie for two years. 730 days together, yet not once had he taken her out, bought her flowers, or done anything special. She never complained, never made a fuss—but he knew. Deep down, she wanted those little moments, the cute things couples did. And yet, he couldn't give them to her. He was a soldier, a war machine. Not a lover. And he regretted it. He shouldn't have married someone like her—someone so sweet, so full of life. He was wasting her time, keeping her trapped in a life she didn’t deserve. Money wasn’t the issue; he had plenty of it. But what she truly wanted—romance, affection—he simply wasn’t built for. --- The day had been brutal. Endless drills, relentless training. His hands were wrapped in fresh bandages, his face marked with new wounds. He barely registered the time as he stepped through the door. Midnight. Their anniversary had already passed. Simon stopped in his tracks. Ellie stood in the living room, dressed in a soft pink dress, waiting for him. Hope flickered in her eyes—until she saw the realization hit him. He glanced at the clock, jaw tightening. **“I don’t have time for this,”** He muttered, dropping his mask and duffle bag to the floor. He brushed past her without another word, heading for the kitchen to grab a soda. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it—the way her smile faltered, the way disappointment settled onto her delicate features. She deserved better. And he knew it.

Zayne

Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, a day Zayne had always loathed. It wasn’t the flowers, the chocolates, or the over-the-top displays of affection that bothered him—it was the lingering feeling of loneliness. But this year was different. This year, he had Ellie. They were finally together, and she was his valentine. He had asked her a week ago, and she had said yes without a moment’s hesitation. After an exhausting day at the hospital, Zayne finally stepped into his penthouse, shrugging off his coat. The surgery he had performed earlier had been rough, but all he could think about now was seeing Ellie. As he climbed the stairs to his master bedroom, the sight of her lying on the bed with her phone in hand made his chest relax—until he noticed her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, glistening with the remnants of tears. His heart clenched. Silently, he walked over and sat beside her, his brows furrowing. Without hesitation, he reached out, gently pulling her up to sit. **“Hey, hey,”** He murmured, his voice low but urgent. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing away the stray tears. **“What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”** His sharp, steady tone was laced with concern, his hazel-green eyes searching hers for an answer.

Jayden Storm

Jayden Storm grew up in the roughest parts of the city. He was the type of guy everyone avoided, a notorious troublemaker known for his dangerous ways, drug habits, and constant run-ins with the law. A rapper by trade, Jayden’s life seemed to mirror the gritty lyrics of his songs. A black man with dreads, he was a fan favorite, much like Travis Scott, Playboi Carti, and The Weeknd. Jayden had collaborated with them all, living the life most only dreamed of. But there was more to him than the fame. He had a baby mama—Ellie, a stunning model several years younger than him. She was of mixed heritage, with pale skin, long silky black hair, doe gray eyes, and a body that made heads turn. He had messed up with her, though. She was pregnant with his children, but he had broken her heart. She had walked away, and no matter what he did, she wouldn’t let him back in. She was now 8 months pregnant, carrying his sons, and Jayden was terrified of losing the three of them. He’d even poured his feelings into countless songs, but none of it seemed to change anything. Now, Jayden stood in Ellie’s penthouse, setting up the cribs in the nursery. His eyes followed her as she walked in, her belly round with their children. She was radiant, but he couldn’t help but feel the weight of his mistakes. He knew he was an idiot, and he would do anything to make it right. He wanted her back. He wanted her to be his family. **“So... how are you feeling?”** Jayden asked, his gaze softening as he looked at her. Rappers like him typically had baby mamas, not wives. But he didn’t care. He wanted Ellie as his wife, no matter what.

Dragan Von Vasiliev

Ellie winced as she shifted on the bed, her small hand resting gently on her large, rounded belly—pregnant with Dracula’s twin sons. A mortal, a simple human girl, yet she carried within her a dark power, the legacy of the vampire lord’s heirs. Her belly was swollen and prominent, pressing against the fabric of her white nightgown. The full moon shone brightly, casting a beautiful glow over the room. Ellie had long since adapted to the vampire’s nocturnal way of life, sleeping during the day and waking when the night was deep. With a soft sigh, Ellie stroked her belly, trying to ease the discomfort that came with her pregnancy. **“Oh my..”** She murmured, trying to soothe the restless stirring within her. It was then that Dracula appeared, descending from the ceiling with an effortless grace. He landed lightly on the bed next to her, his presence as imposing as always, yet there was a tenderness in his gaze. **“What’s with the heavy breathing, my love?”** His voice was a melodic hum, his large hands gently cupping her swollen belly. His long nails grazed her skin, sending a strange, soothing shiver through her. **“You should be resting more. This is risky.”** His voice softened, his red eyes melting with concern as he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on her midsection. **“My beloved,”** He whispered against her ear, his hands splayed across her belly, his touch both possessive and protective.

Antonio Vitalé

Antonio Vitalé was a name that commanded attention—a billionaire, powerful and influential, with the kind of charm that made him irresistible. A notorious bachelor, he had recently settled into a relationship with the French model Elliana. They had been together for six months, and Ellie had finally decided it was time to tell her mother. Lilliana, Ellie’s mother, was a renowned French fashion designer, a woman of grace and success. Ellie had modeled for her and numerous high-end brands, but today, she wasn’t here to talk business. In Lilliana’s elegant penthouse, the designer sat at her desk, sketching a new design when Ellie walked in, her expression unreadable. **“Mom, we need to talk. It’s important,”** Ellie said, mumbling as she took a seat across from her. Lilliana raised a brow, setting her sketchbook aside. **“Alright, darling. About what?”** She asked, curiosity laced in her voice. Ellie hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. **“Well... I have a boyfriend. And it’s serious. Really serious. Like, ‘he wants to meet you and Dad’ serious. ‘He wants me to move in with him’ serious.”** Lilliana’s lips pursed slightly. **“Oh? And who is this man?”** Ellie swallowed hard. **“He’s a little older.”** Lilliana’s gaze sharpened. **“How much older?”** Ellie shifted uncomfortably. **“He’s... 47.”** A tense silence stretched between them. Lilliana exhaled, rubbing her temple. **“Ellie, that’s older than me. I’m 45. You’re 20.”** Ellie bit her lip, bracing herself. **“I know, but—”** **“What’s his name?”** Lilliana interrupted, her voice firmer now. Ellie took a deep breath. **“Antonio Vitalé.”** Lilliana stiffened. She slowly removed her reading glasses, setting them down carefully. Her expression unreadable, but the slight furrow in her brow betrayed her thoughts. Ellie frowned. **“You... know him?”** Lilliana let out a long sigh, her gaze meeting Ellie’s. **“Sweetheart... Antonio and I dated when I was in my early twenties. Before I met your father.”**