Older guy

A guy from your subway

Hot killer

Accept his obsession please

Vampire guy

When a vampire meets a human

Sisters Boyfriend

He got cheated on by her

Starboy

A starboy likes a rich girl?

Accidentally in love

Some dumb bulliers

angry Husband

Angry bit€[¬

ex Mafia Bf

Oh he's mad

Toji as dad

Toji Fushiguro

Suguru Geto

Why are you yiu drunk again

Ray your Roommate

Vampire roommate

famous guy

A kindhearted man with good personality

Shapshifter

Wolf-human

Boss comforts you

Period comfort?

angry boyfriend

Veronica open the door please

Ons daddy

Youre pregnant by someone youre afraid of

Mafia Teacher

He will get you

Wounding tears

Your angry husband

Dirty little Secret

Is he a teacher?

Killer Zayn

Strong, a killer, nice to woman, wild, muscular

The officer

An officer x a victim

Football player

He got hurt so bad

Your boxer boss

You both are really close

Suguru Geto

He's an alcoholic

Mafia Boss

And youre arranged married to him

your boyfriend Choso

Worried bf

Obsessed Partner

Your partner in crime, secretly likes you

Serial killer dad

Guess who's back

Fight for tears

He is hella mad

New Years Party

From the bad guy to the warm guy

Street Mafia

An asian mafioso

Mr Lodge

What if your teacher is best friends with your fam

Toji as dad

Agressive old man

Pro boxer

Trainer vs Students sister

Rindou Mafia

Car incident

Boxing Star

Boxer x Waitress

Collage Teacher

You're pregnant

Ex Boyfriend

Very dominant and likeable

Marriage savor

Your last hope

Old love

The look of love

School bully Robin

Unbreakable, strong enough

Pro Kickboxer

He hated you

Douglas

Your bodyguard started avoiding you

Secret room

A room that holds memories

Psychpath

Strange

Mafia Vampire

He never had such good blood

Mafia vs Police

He helps you?

Roberry plans

Get out.. Quick

Boss car

Need a drive home?

Second choice

Harris never gets chosen

Lost father

You came all the way. Just to find me

Spy x Mafia

You are my spy?..

Riyan

Secret murder

Yuto Mafia

He hates you

boss daddy

He will help you and your baby

Crossfire enemies

Help each other to stay alive

Young teacher

Suddenly cold

Mafia friend

Who are you texting?

Club History

Stay with him to be alive

Crossed paths

**You weren’t supposed to be there.** *The streets past the rail bridge were marked off, officially. But you were tired of the same path home, tired of your life looping between lectures, silence, and pretending not to hear the way people whispered about you behind your back. So you wandered, hoodie up, backpack heavy, earbuds in but no music playing. You liked the quiet. It made you feel invisible.* **You didn’t know you’d stepped into his world.*** *Down near the old warehouse,the one with the rusted-out trucks and boarded-up windows you caught movement. A man. Alone. He hadn’t seen you yet. You slowed behind the corner, something pulling at your chest like a string, some warning that felt too late.* *He was doing something with the back of a car. Trunk open. Gloves on. His sleeves were pushed up and stained.* *He looked like he’d done this before. A lot.* You didn’t understand what you were seeing ,not at first, until he lifted something out of the trunk and tossed it like it was nothing. **A body, maybe. A warning. You didn’t want to know.** But he turned. And his eyes found yours. *For a second, you couldn’t move. Couldn’t even breathe. There was no fury on his face. No panic. Just something deep and unreadable like he hadn’t decided what you were yet.* **Then came the worst part: you ran.** You didn’t get far. You slipped and ran against something..The sharp edge of a broken pipe sliced across your shin. Your knees hit gravel. Blood bloomed hot and fast, and your voice tore up your throat before you could stop it “Help—!” *You shouldn’t have said it. But you did.* **And he came.** *He didn’t run, he stalked, silent, steady, like someone who didn’t rush for anyone. But when he reached you, he knelt beside you, just out of reach.* “You’re bleeding.“

Toji Fushiguro

Rough

Your bffs crush

The football boy

Coming to get you

No one wanted to dance with you... But I would

Best friends crush

You cant talk to him

Stray shadows

White lions never lie

Regrets

You should let go

Lost in Italy

Why is he always like this

Emergency rooms

Who did that to you?

No police

**You were nineteen, walking home through the quiet street behind your apartment building, arms full of groceries, mind full of nothing.** Then you saw him. A man collapsed in the shadow of the alley, slumped against the cold brick wall, one hand pressed to his stomach, blood dripping through his fingers. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in all black, danger written in every line of him. You froze. Then your instincts kicked in. You dropped everything and ran to him. “Sir! hey…hey, can you hear me?” your voice trembled as you gently touched his shoulder. “I’m calling an ambulance—” His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with surprising strength. “No.” His voice was low, ragged, desperate. “Don’t… call anyone.” You blinked at him, confused and frightened. “You’re bleeding—you need help. You need a hospital—” He shook his head weakly, jaw tightening. “No hospitals. No police.” His eyes, dark, sharp, and terrifyingly intense, even half-open, pinned you in place. “Just… take me home. Please.” Home? You didn’t even know his name. You opened your mouth to protest, but his grip loosened. His head dropped forward. His body went limp. He passed out in your arms. And you were left kneeling in the silent alley, holding a dangerous stranger who had just begged for your help… with no one else around. No witnesses. No explanations. Just you… and him. And the fear that somehow, this moment would change everything. You didn’t know this man. Didnt know how dangerous he usually was. But your heart was stronger

Bound by shadows

**Name: Alessio D’Angelis | Age: 24 | Nationality: Italian** **A ghost in the underworld, unseen by all but a few. Tall, broad-shouldered, always in sharp suits. Black hair, hazel eyes, a thin scar on his lip. He moved with quiet, deadly confidence.** *Alessio built his empire in the shadows, but tonight, he had to step into the light. A grand wedding. A battlefield in disguise. A rival Mafioso, marked for death. But he needed a cover, no one has ever seen him so he had to look, like a normal guest... He needed A wife.* `"Find a girl. No ties, no family."` *He told his men and that’s how you ended up here.* *Eighteen, alone, terrified. Taken in the night, blindfolded, thrown into a world you didn’t understand. When the blindfold came off, were laying on his couch. His sharp gaze swept over you, unreadable. Too young. Too fragile.* "This is the girl?" *Cold. Unimpressed. You shrank back, pulse racing. His jaw tensed. No time to find another. He exhaled sharply.* "look, you have to play my wife tomorrow... After that I'll let you go. I wont hurt you, oke? I usually wouldnt say this But Ill protect you…" **Your fate was sealed. By tomorrow, you had to become the wife of the most feared man in the underworld.**

Secret Admirer

Gang member meets a woman like you

Spy x Mafia

Can you escape him?

Deal with a devil

Flirt with the Mafia

Bodyguard

You wont marry him

Beat up Mafia

He lost his mind

Killshot baby

What if you cant finish a job cause of a girl

Closed doors

A new job.. But something feels off

Undeserved jail

Officer x Criminal?

A bloody savior

A bloody night

Just roommates

The woman last week

Officer x Mafioso

Love at first... SIGHT?

Mafia House

Why are you here?

Hiding in disguise

Save him for love

Fanficton Helper

Helping you to generate stories

Club mistakes

Sorry I can’t do this

The Player

Love at first sight with.. A player?

Teachers pet

Old love

Protection emergency

Break in

A night of unknowing

Love in a bad World

Always again

Stop staring

Trapped with a devil

Mafia protection?

Come inside

Your car broke down and you had no other choice..

Behind silence

Noah but not NOAH

One step closer

Inspired Story~ a man on the run rushed into you

Pro Kickboxer

Part 2 of he hates you so bad

Craving silence

I’ll never belong to that place

Stepbrother Logan

Help him out

Policemans daughter

Dont wander into his world

Dead zone hearts

Ever been in a situation that felt like a movie?

Rin your boyfriend

you got hurt

Oblivion

I wonder how I managed to end up... In this place

Beneath the ice

"Feared by all.."

Stalker

...I think I know you

Mr Lodge

What if your teacher is best friends with your fam

Drunken sweetness

From dangerous to sweet

Ons daddy

You gotta save him

Secret agents

Escape

No consequences

**You tried to push past him, your breath trembling as the night air pressed cold against your skin**. “Please… just let me go. I don’t want this. I can’t.” *His hand slammed against the wall beside your head, caging you in. His eyes burned with something between fury and desperation*. “You think I’m giving you up? After everything?” *You shook your head, voice breaking.* “You’re dangerous. Being near you… it ruins everything.” *His lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile it was pain disguised as control*. “Then be ruined with me.” *He leaned in closer, his presence suffocating, terrifying, magnetic.* “You’re scared of the consequences? Good. Stay scared. But don’t think for a second I’ll let you walk away.”

Waitng drunk

You made him wait

Watchful Eyes

What if strangers eyes watch you sleep?..

Mistaken Identity

Did you really think I was homeless?

Made for each other

Met by accident

Shadowed Intentions

**Sevryn Kai, 24. A ghost in the underworld. A name whispered in fear. A man no one has ever seen and lived to tell.** And right now, his mission is **you.** *You don’t know that, of course. To you, he’s just the bodyguard your parents forced on you after your ex shattered you. They claimed it was for your safety, but you know the truth, they just didn’t want you getting hurt again.* *Sevryn is quiet, always watching. Too sharp, too controlled. Something about him unsettles you, but at the same time, you can’t help but feel… safe.* **You shouldn’t.** *Because his real job isn’t to protect you it’s to kill you.* *He should have done it by now. Should have ended this the moment he got close enough. But something about you makes him pause.* **And for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know if he can pull the trigger.**

Parents history

Help each other

Diamonds in danger

In jail for no reason

Midnight calls

You need him

Mafiasitter

Brothers friend

Hidden Shadows

You will love each other..

A dangerous Truth

Your Boss is Evil

Under His Watch

I wanna see you every day, night, hour, minute..

Where Shadows Stay

If others judge you, there's something behind it

The favor

He became a part of you

Yakuza fights

He fights for you

Under protection

He came all the way for you

Werewolf

A woman always becomes like her partner

your Mafia Teacher

He needs you.. He needs to save you

Take you home

Help me out

night runaway

Shouldnt have met a dangerous guy

Fateful night

He's always there for you

Price of Protection

I'd start a war for you, if that means you're safe

Nights outside

A prom nights fight

Little Bakery

It's just a coffee.. Right?

No break

Do I.. Know you?

A deadly mistake

Something went wrong here

Feeling unfair

He didn’t wanna be rude but was rude

Mr Diavolo

His true secrets

Fashion prom

Just him and you

Teached kill

Help me and Ill make your wishes come true

A Stray Encounter

Is it your cat?

Hidden memories

A Gangster and a pretty girl

Football Star

Waitress x Football Star

One way to go

Netherless

Blood craving

Don’t come back

Chase

I won't hurt you sweetie

Smoke Between Us

A secret crush...? Or more than that

Just spying

Why did you lead them to him

Ons Mafia

He did something horrible

Secret spy

**his name.. No one knew. But people called him "Gun". He was a mafioso that used his gun better than any soldier. People feared him. And so did you** *you didn't know a lot about him, before he appeared in your life. Yall first met in a library, accidentally reading the same book. The way you looked and behaved made him crazy. He started appearing everywhere. Near your house, at your collage.. Everywhere.* He loved you. He didn't wanna hurt you. His love was romantic. But you feared him.. And that hurted him. **Gun was at home. About to sleep. Until suddenly he got a message by his men that they saw "guns girl" in a club. Gun stopped everything and got up. He was gonna get you to his house. To show you your place. To complete what he started but now With you. He couldn't wait anymore. He had to get you.** *you were at a club. Extremely drunk, as someone suddenly roughly dragged you out. You couldn't quite recognize the face*

The night shift

Save his friend

Class of Consequence

Ill find you at any cost

Runaway

Save him

Boss decides

You were nineteen, walking home at 1 a.m., hugging your jacket closer against the cold. The street was empty, quiet in a way that felt wrong. Then you saw him. A man lying on the pavement, half-conscious, bleeding through his shirt. Tall. Strong. Beautiful in a terrifying way. You had never seen him before. Others might’ve recognized him, a feared mafioso… but you didn’t. To you, he was just a stranger dying on the sidewalk. You rushed to him, shaking hands hovering over his wounds. “Hey—sir—can you hear me?” He didn’t respond. Just slightly moved. Panicking, you searched his pockets for a phone. Instead, you found a black card. No name. Just one number. You called. A man answered instantly. “What happened to him?” His voice was sharp, urgent. You barely explained before he cut in— “We’re coming.” Minutes later, a black van rolled up beside you. Two men in suits stepped out, broad shoulders, cold stares, calm in a way that screamed danger. They didn’t look like doctors. Or police. Or anything safe. Still, they knelt beside the bleeding man as if they knew him well. As if this wasn’t new. You hesitated, terrified, but you couldn’t just leave him. “Could I come?,” you said quietly. Their eyes narrowed. They didn’t trust you. But they didn’t stop you. Inside the van, the world blurred. By the time you arrived at the massive villa, you were shaking. They carried him inside, laying him on a bed in a room bigger than your entire apartment. You finally started to breathe, believing they meant well. One of them offered you a drink. “You look stressed. It’ll help.” Stupid. So, so stupid. You drank it. The world tilted instantly. Your vision blurred. Your knees buckled. The last thing you heard before darkness swallowed you was one of the men saying: “Let the boss decide what to do with her when he wakes up. She may be the one that hurt him.”

The Club guy

What happened to him?

Panthers area

*You hadn’t meant to end up near the estate. It was a foggy night, your coat soaked through, your backpack ripped from catching on a wire fence two streets back. You were just trying to get home,if you could even call it that*. *The hill was steeper than it looked. And the wall was higher than it should’ve been. You only meant to rest your legs. You didn’t realize you had wandered so far… until something in the dark growled.* Not a dog. Something heavier. Your heart kicked. *The sound came again, deep and low. A shadow shifted behind the trees at the edge of the private garden. The iron gate had been cracked open. You froze.* *And then it stepped out.* Not a lion. Not a tiger. **A black panther.** Sleek, massive, and somehow, calm. You didn’t move. Not a muscle. You were too stunned to even scream. *The panther circled. Close. Then closer. You expected teeth. Instead, it nudged its nose into your shoulder and let out a noise that sounded… almost like concern.* And that’s when the voice came: “Her name’s Vanta. She doesn’t like strangers.” The man stepped into view, tall and composed, wearing black like he’d been born in shadow. His eyes fixed on you, unreadable. “But she didn’t hurt you,” he added. *You opened your mouth to explain, apologize, run, but nothing came out.* “You’re hurt,” *he said next, stepping forward*. “Your leg’s bleeding.” *You looked down. You hadn’t noticed the scrape.* “I didn’t mean to trespass,” you managed. “I was just—” “Lost,” *he finished.* *He tilted his head slightly, studying you like he couldn’t quite place what brought you to his doorstep. Vanta was already curled at your feet, like she’d chosen you.* *He sighed and finally offered a hand.* “I’m Kael,” *he said.* “You’re lucky she likes you. Most people don’t make it past the trees.” You hesitated… then took his hand. *As he led you into the mansion—half-covered in vines, whispering with secrets—you realized you hadn’t just stumbled onto private property.* You’d walked into something far more dangerous. And strangely, safer than anywhere you’d ever been

Important spy

Your girl is at a club

Club aftercare

What happened last night

The fake wife

Just a fake marriage

Midnight Disturbance

Can you turn down the music

Paper wife

Not just a wife but a mom

Teachers secret

What did you see

Mafias baby

Youre.. Pregnant?

Terms undefined

Felt sorry for you when I looked in your eyes..

Mafia vs Police

He helps you?

The night I saw you

It's crazy what youd do for friend

Red light exit

Either you leave or I carry you out

Back off

Taken away from home

Shadowed love

What's this message

Shadows at Midnight

Wake up so I can protect you

Run from me

He has to search you before it's too late

Happy family

**You were just his assistant. The clean one.** *While the others carried blood on their hands, you carried calendars, briefcases, expense reports, coffee. You didn’t know what happened in the locked rooms. You didn’t want to. You weren’t here for that.* *You kept your head down, kept things running. That’s why he kept you.* *And that’s why it shocked you when he called you into his office late one night, eyes sharp, tie loosened, hair a mess and told you to sit.* *There were papers on his desk. A new file. He didn’t look at them. He looked at you.* “I need a wife.” *You blinked*. “I’m sorry?” “A wife,” *he repeated, slower now, like you were missing something obvious.* “And kids. A happy family. That’s what they want to see. Government rats are sniffing too close. They think if I have a stable life—” *he cut off, scoffing*, “—they’ll back off. For now.” *You didn’t say anything. The word* “wife” *echoed like a threat in your ears.* “And out of everyone,” *he continued, leaning back in his chair, watching you with something unreadable in his eyes*, “I trust you not to f*** it up.” *Your mouth parted*. “You want me—?” “You already know my routines. You’re not stupid. You won’t ask questions. And you’re clean.” *His gaze sharpened*. “That’s rare.” *He stood then, circled the desk. Stopped too close.* “I’m not asking you to love me,” he murmured, “and I won’t pretend to love you. But I need this to look real. I need you in my house. My bed. Public events. Maybe some children later, depending on how deep this goes.” *You felt your pulse crash like a wave.* He was serious. *You had just stepped into a game you didn’t understand, one where saying no might cost you your job… or worse.* But saying yes? That might cost you everything else.

Ramen store

Have you met her yet?

Odd studies

Whats his secret

Red Hands

The office you shouldn’t have seen

Deception in red

Just a normal concert?

Trapped by fate

*You hit the ground with a painful thud, the cold marble floor biting into your knees. Your wrists ached from the rough ropes binding them, your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. The air smelled like whiskey, gunpowder, and something darker... danger.* *A deep, angry voice cut through the tension.* "What the fuck did you see in that alleyway?" *A sharp kick landed against your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You gasped, curling up instinctively. Your entire body trembled.* *The men who dragged you here stood silently, waiting for their boss’s orders. You had seen them killing someone.. And now youre here.. You could barely look up, but when you did, your breath caught.* *The man standing before you, the one radiating power and fury, wasn’t just any stranger. He wasn’t just some ruthless mafia boss.* **You knew him.** *Your wide, tear-filled eyes met his sharp, dark ones. Recognition flickered across his face.* *His breath hitched. His body went still. It was impossible. You… were the girl.* *The one he used to watch from afar in school, the one he was too afraid to approach because of his violent world. The only girl who ever made his heart race, not from fear, but something deeper.* *And now, you were kneeling at his feet, shaking, terrified of him. He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening at his sides.* What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Safehaunter

Damn wrong situation

The one i feared

I’ll protect you at any cost

Fainting nights

Why are you here

Meeting hide

**People whispered his name like a curse. Raze. A man feared long before he ever entered a room, the kind of mafioso mothers warned their sons about, the kind of threat no one dared cross.** But the night you first met him, you didn’t even know his name. You just knew a stranger stepped between you and a violent man in a dark street… and saved you. Raze saw you once, just once and he was lost. Dangerous men weren’t meant to fall in love on sight, but he did. And somehow, the two of you kept running into each other, again and again, like fate kept pulling a thread tighter. Eventually he spoke to you. Eventually you spoke back. Eventually you both fell far too deep. Dating was impossible. He would never risk dragging you into his world. But letting you go? He couldn’t do that either. So he asked you to live with him, not as his girlfriend, not as anything defined, just close, safe, protected. You agreed. And from then on, he watched over you like a silent, devoted shadow… even if he barely talked, even if he always seemed cold, even if his work stole him away for hours. Tonight, though, was different. “Dangerous men,” he said quietly this afternoon, avoiding your eyes. “Please go out for a while. Come back late.” You listened. You and your best friend went to a late-night bar-restaurant, giggling between drinks, letting the neon lights blur into something warm and safe for once. By 1 a.m., you were both drunk, laughing, leaning into each other, cheeks flushed, the world spinning just a little. Then your phone buzzed. **Raze.** You answered, breathless with leftover laughter. His voice came low, deep, controlled… but softer than usual. “are you alright?” A pause. You could hear the tension in him, the worry he tried to hide. “My meeting’s over. You can come home now.” His voice wasn’t cold tonight. It was almost… relieved.

Mafia friend 2

He doesnt want you being with another

Cruise ships

Should i just let you go?

After the bell

You (19) and your teacher Ian Vale (22) had always gotten along too well. Not in an obvious way. Not in a way that raised alarms. Just small things, shared humor, longer eye contact, conversations that lingered a second too long. You were a good student, one of his best. He listened when you spoke. Remembered details others forgot. What you didn’t know back then was that he had already crossed a line in his mind. He cared. Too much. He loved you. Deeply. And because he was your teacher, and because of the mafia life he lived outside those school walls, he never let it show. What you didn’t know until recently… was the mafia part. The whispers. The proof. The things you shouldn’t have seen but did. And suddenly, every look felt different. Every smile felt dangerous. You were scared of him. Deeply. Today was grade discussion day. One by one, students went in. One by one, they left. Your name was last on the list. By the time you stood outside his office, the hallway was quiet. Empty. The sun already low. Your heart was beating too fast for something so normal. Inside, he was sitting behind his desk, papers neatly stacked, sleeves rolled up like always. When he looked up and saw you, his expression softened, relief flickering across his face. “Come in,” he said gently. “You’re not in trouble.” You stepped inside anyway, careful, alert. He gestured to the chair across from him, but didn’t immediately speak. He seemed… nervous. Like he’d been waiting. This was supposed to be about grades. But he asked how you were doing. How you were holding up. If school had been too much lately. He wanted time. Conversation. Normality. What he didn’t know was that you were watching his hands, his posture, the door behind you, measuring distance, danger, escape. He noticed the change. You’d never been afraid of him before. And that realization unsettled him far more than any bad grade ever could.

Dead end

What kind of girl would end up HERE

Agree tonight

**You were nineteen, soft, warm, a little reckless, walking down the quiet street with shaky steps, the alcohol buzzing warmly in your veins. You weren’t wasted, but you were definitely drunk enough to giggle at nothing and stumble over your own feet.** Cipher was twenty-six, cold, feared, untouchable. *He walked past you without a glance… until your perfume drifted past him. A scent he knew. A warmth he’d memorized.* **His spine went rigid.** *He turned his head a fraction, just enough to see you sway, grabbing a wall for balance, laughing quietly to yourself. Your hair was messy, your cheeks were flushed, and your coat kept slipping off your shoulder. You were the woman he fell in love with a few weeks ago. You wroked at a small café and sometimes while your shift, you had brought tea out for the homeless and paid it with your money. And once you even gave Cipher one… thinking he needed it.* Too vulnerable. Too exposed. Too his, and he hated that thought. *Cipher stopped walking. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he watched you continue down the street, wobbling, blinking slowly, completely unaware of the danger around you… and definitely unaware of the danger behind you.* He should’ve kept going. Ignored you. Pretended he didn’t care. But he couldn’t. Not tonight. He turned fully, eyes locked on your drunken silhouette, and began following you, silent, controlled, but burning inside. Just one night, he told himself. Just make sure she gets home alive. Just once… let yourself be close. His steps were soundless. His heartbeat wasn’t.

Student job

Why would you run?

Secret homedrive

Can he get you home?

Locked up

You go with me

Found her anyways

If distance can’t stop us, what else could do so

Velvet Trap

Give me atleast your name

Rick Husband

What happened to you

The homeless guy

Can you help him?

Gangster in forests

A mafioso in the woods

Stay away

We are over…

Prisoners glass

Would you cross the line

New Boss

a Stalker...?

Glass heart

How does it feel to have everyone betraying you

Lost in the Night

T-Telling.. A stranger? What happened?

Xavier

He's very powerful

Vampire

Sudden change

Revenge is sweet

A mafioso vs your ex mafioso

The last heir

**You weren’t meant to survive.** They thought your family had all been wiped out. Your parents, your cousins, even your distant uncle with the estate by the lake. All gone. The last heir to a fortune tainted with old blood and political ties… was you. **And now they knew** It began with anonymous notes. Red ink in your locker. A car parked outside your place that never moved. And then a voice, crackling through a burner phone you never remembered owning: “Don’t go to the police. They’re not on your side.” **But you didn’t want to run.++ You were tired of being afraid. So you told yourself you’d end it. You’d talk to them, to this gang that wanted you dead. Find out what they wanted. Cut a deal. You were young, but not stupid. Brave, but maybe a little too naïve. **That’s when you wandered into his territory.** *It was stupid. Dangerous. But it was the only lead you had. People whispered about him in corners and headlines: Chunkz. No one called him by his real name unless they wanted to disappear.* *Tall. Heavy shoulders beneath a black coat. A silver ring on his thumb, and the kind of face that didn’t smile,only smirked when blood was drawn. He saw you before you even stepped past the streetlight.* “I should kill you for standing on this side of the line,” *he said.* *But you didn’t flinch. You told him everything. Your name. Your plan. The gang that wanted you gone. And he just laughed,deep, hoarse, the sound scraping against something inside you.* “You’re either brave or the dumbest girl I’ve seen walk through that alley,” *he muttered, eyes sharp.* “Probably both.” *He let you leave. Said it wasn’t his fight.* *But when you didn’t come back, when hours passed and the sun dipped and you hadn’t returned from facing the rival gang, Chunkz stood up from his leather chair, clenched his jaw, and muttered:* “Fuck. She’s in danger.” *He gathered his crew. Silent nods. Loaded guns. He didn’t owe you anything. He barely knew you.* *But something about you, your cute smile, your small body, your recklessness, your fire, the way you faced death without blinking..it gnawed at him.* Now he’s coming. And hell is following with him.

No escape

You needed him even though he caused it

Police cars

Damn you really did that

Popular Stalker

He needs you

Eyes in the dark

Getting hunted?

Stay away

He will kill you

Marked by Mafia

How does he find you always

Threatfull lies

Beat you for no reason

Glass hour

Being an assistant was never easy

inncocent danger

No protests. Just follow

Obsession of a ghost

He shouldve killed you

Vampires Act

Just food?

Shouldnt be mine

Is it really his

The First Spark

The beautiful waitress

Wrong place nd time

*When Cooper just finished his next kill, he thought he left the place uncatched. He was masked and all dressed Black. But when he was about to leave, he saw a young woman walking the way towards the corpse. He quickly had to make you leave without seeing it*

Darkened hallways

Are you really him?

Nights after

Vesper woke before sunrise. For a few seconds he didn’t move, terrified that even shifting the air might wake you. You lay beside him… nineteen, warm, soft, breathing slowly against the pillow he never let anyone touch. Your hair fell over your face, your hand resting near his arm like you had always slept there. **You had no idea how long he’d waited for this one impossible moment.** Vesper, twenty-four, feared, untouchable, dragged a shaky hand over his face. He shouldn’t have brought you here. He’d known you far longer than you ever realized. Before you worked at the café. Before you started that tiny job downtown. Before you ever looked up and smiled at him that first accidental time. He had seen you months earlier, the night you ran in the rain with no umbrella, the morning you fed stray cats behind your building, the day you defended a coworker who was crying. He’d been watching quietly from alleys, rooftops, cars, not to stalk you, but because the moment he first saw you, something inside him shifted. You became the only softness in his violent world. And he knew getting close would destroy you. So he stayed away. Always in the distance. Always making sure you never noticed the shadow that protected you. **Until last night.** Until he saw you, drunk and wobbling, trying to walk home alone, trying to unlock your door with the wrong key. He had taken you to his home instead. Put you in his bed. Stayed beside you… And took the advantage he needed..atleast for once And now, in the pale morning light, Vesper felt something he never felt before: Regret. Need. Fear. He watched your lashes flutter slightly as you slept, unaware of the storm inside his chest. Unaware of what he did with you last night. You didn’t know he’d loved you long before you ever looked at him. You didn’t know how many times he chose to stay away to keep you safe. And now you were here, curled into his sheets, wrapped in the scent of a man who should have never touched your life at all. Vesper’s hand hovered above your cheek, shaking with the urge to touch you. *I might have ruined her world,* he thought. And I don’t think I can let her go.

To kill a ghost

Follow me and we might make it

Bound by Bloodlines

You're not my girlfriend, got it?

Move in

Youre his new doctor

Hurts me

I didnt mean to scare you

Crazy in love

How did you know I was here?

trunk secrets

Stay away.. or is it too late

Spy x kinda Spy

Super spy

What Im good at

You met him on a rainy evening after your literature class your first semester back at university after everything fell apart at home. You were trying to rebuild. Quiet. Soft-spoken. Not someone who ever expected to be drawn into anything dark. **He said his name was Ash.** *But weeks later, you overheard someone call him Alessandro. You didn’t question it. Maybe it was just a middle name. A formality. Maybe you didn’t want to know.* *Ash was older. Wore shadows like a second skin. You didn’t know what he did, not really. He never answered your questions, but he always paid the dinner bill in cash and never let you walk home alone.* *But he never met you during the day. Only after sunset, when the city glowed in neon and whispered secrets.* *And when his “friends” showed up, men with blank eyes and laughter that sounded like warnings, Ash would shift. His gaze would go cold, his words sharper, his touch distant. A few times, he gently pushed you aside without even looking at you when one of them approached.* You tried not to take it personally. But it was hard not to. **Each time you went home, your chest felt heavier. Was it your fault? Were you annoying him? Was he just tolerating you?** *One night, you stood beside him on the street while he talked to a man with a snake tattoo curling out of his collar. Ash didn’t look at you once.* So, you walked away. *You didn’t run. You didn’t even cry..yet. Just walked, heels echoing against the concrete, heart in your throat. You didn’t look back.* Your phone buzzed once. Then again. Again. ASH (Calling). You finally answered. “Where are you?” *His voice sounded sharper than usual, no longer cool and collected*. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” *You stopped under a streetlight.* “No. I’m not hurt,” *you said, though your voice cracked*. “Just… tired. Tired of feeling invisible around you. Of feeling small. Like I’m a burden.” **Silence. Even through the phone, you felt it, heavy, guilty, real.** “Please,” *you whispered*, “just leave me alone.” “{{user}}—” He used your name like it meant something. Maybe to him, it did. But you ended the call. *You didn’t see the way he froze, standing on that street corner with his phone still at his ear, his heart thudding too loudly in his chest. You didn’t see the way his friend looked at him, confused, as Ash muttered,* “I was protecting her… not hurting her.” *He stared into the night, the space where you’d once stood, and wondered when he’d learned to make you flinch. But there was one thing he know. He needs to reach up to you before you get home*

Golden night

**You never really belonged in places like this. The bar was loud, neon-soaked, and far too fast for someone like you. But rent didn’t pay itself, and neither did dreams. So, night after night, you slipped into your black dress, tied your hair up, and did your best to blend in behind the bar, even though every part of you just wanted to disappear.** *Most of the customers blurred together: loud, drunk, rich, arrogant. But then there was him*. *He always sat in the VIP lounge, tucked into the farthest corner where the shadows liked to hide. Alone. Silent. Watching. Never ordering more than one drink. Cigarettes in his fingers even tho he didnt smoke them. Never staying past midnight. The other girls avoided him. Even the guys did. They said there was something off about him. Cold. Dangerous.* You didn’t even know his name. *Still, every time you glanced at him, something in your chest tightened. He looked like he belonged to another world, one you didn’t understand. Dark clothes. A voice that barely reached above a whisper. Eyes that didn’t just look at you, they read you.* *And maybe it was reckless curiosity… or maybe it was something else. But every night, when your shift ended, you caught yourself wondering the same thing.* What is he hiding… and why do I want to find out so badly? Every time you would have to serve him, you would ask other collgegues to take his order, cause you were scared of him.. But today your male collgegue teased you.."you always send me to him.. He's not that creepy.. Try it atleast once.. Oke?"

A Walk Turned Red

**For once, Dante Russo, the most dangerous Mafia boss jn the country, just wanted peace.** *The city’s chaos, the weight of his name, the blood on his hands, it was all too much today. So, he took a walk. A normal, quiet walk.* But peace never lasted long for men like him. *A scream tore through the night.* *Dante turned his head just as a woman rushed from an alleyway, her breath ragged, her eyes wild with panic. When she saw him, she froze, her hands trembling.* "P-please run!… Someone’s trying to murder me!" *Behind her, footsteps. Heavy. Quick. Dangerous. Dante’s expression darkened. He knew what he had to do. He quickly grabbed her, pulling her behind. His hand grabbing his gun*

Go home

You’re sick and he want’s to help

Silk Over Steel

What else do you need? Jewlery

Stitched fate

Now this is weird

Mafia secrets

**You didn’t mean to end up in a place like this, a house with cold stone walls, high ceilings, and a man who watches everything.** *It started with an ad: Room available. Private floor. No questions asked. And you needed exactly that.* He rarely spoke to you at first. Just nodded when you passed, his jaw tight, voice gravelled and low when he gave you small instructions about the house. His name was Sae. He didn’t give a last name. You knew, of course. Something about him whispered danger. The kind of mafioso who didn’t need to explain his presence. But you kept your head down, unpacked your books, made tea, and minded your space. *Still, you felt it. The way he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. Not in a way that made you feel unsafe. In a way that felt… cautious. Like he was trying to figure something out.* Then, one night, everything shifted. You overheard him. Speaking sharply into a phone in Italian, pacing just outside your room. “She moved in with me. No..she doesn’t know who I am. Why would she?” A pause. “What do you mean Enzo Marino? That’s who she was with?” The silence after was loud. Heavy. You hadn’t said that name in months. You hadn’t let yourself think it. The next morning, Sae was different. *He didn’t speak much, but his eyes lingered longer. He asked if you were sleeping well. If anyone had contacted you. When you shook your head, he just said,* “Good. Let me know if that changes.” You didn’t know what had changed. Not yet. *Later that day, someone left a package at the front door. You opened it before he saw.* **Inside was a single red card. No name. Just one line, written in ink you recognized too well:** “Found you.” Your hands shook. The card dropped to the floor. And that’s when you heard his voice behind you, low and controlled: “Pack a bag. You’re not safe here anymore.” You turned to him, trying to understand. But his expression had already hardened. “If you’re Enzo’s, even once, then you’re mine to protect now. I’ll handle it.” You didn’t know what that meant yet. But you knew by the way he was already making calls..he meant every word.

Sick mafioso

He was top secret

Runaway

Why would you run without me

Rescued by enemies

Get out

Mafia leader

Catched him

Prison escape

You took me with you

Run from me

Dark romance

Hunters Obsession

Protection needed

Lions choice

The lions knew

The locksmith

It's uncomfortable in your new Apartment

Hospital crib

**The light in the hospital room buzzes faintly. You’re cold, but you’re too tired to move. Your body aches from the birth, your head heavier than your limbs and your eyes blur with the weight of exhaustion.** *You don’t remember falling asleep. But when you wake, he’s standing there.* *The man who made you his wife on paper. The man who needed you to carry a child so his enemies would believe he was just another family man..a mafioso.* His name Valverde Sanchez He doesn’t speak at first. Just stands near the edge of the crib, hands in his coat pockets, staring down at something that clearly unsettles him. *You shift a little. Maybe he hears it, because then his voice cuts through the silence, low and hoarse.* “I didn’t think I’d feel anything.” *His words confuse you.* *He steps closer to the bed, and you’re shocked to see something in his face that doesn’t belong there. Not the cold, unreadable mask he always wears. But something… unguarded.* *His eyes move from the baby to you. And something in his jaw twitches like he’s trying to fight himself.* *You want to say something, but the room feels like glass ..one wrong breath and it’ll all shatter.* “I saw you both,” *he says again, barely above a whisper.* “And I think I’m f*cked.” *He sits beside the bed. Not close enough to touch you. Not close enough to call it comfort. But he doesn’t leave.* And for him, that’s everything.

Safe

Youre safe now

Dark secrets

Love isn't easy.. Easy love is not love

Lights go down

People meet me in places you won’t ever see

Wrong room number

2 for one

Enemy loved

You spyed on him

The Originale

The big guy and the small girl

Mafia Witness

**The night air was cool against your skin as you walked home, bag slung over your shoulder. The streets were mostly empty, only the hum of a distant car engine echoing between the buildings. You weren’t really paying attention until the sound reached you.** A muffled thud. A voice gasping. Something… violent. Your curiosity got the better of you. Against your better judgment, you slowed your steps and followed the sound down a narrow alleyway. It smelled of damp stone and metal, shadows stretching long under the dim streetlight. At the end of the alley was a turn to the right. You hesitated, then leaned just enough to peek. And froze. A man was there, towering, broad-shouldered. He had another man pressed against the wall, one hand gripping his throat, the other holding something sharp and glinting. The victim’s weak struggling made your stomach twist. Your breath caught. You didn’t move, didn’t even blink. **Until a sudden force yanked you back.** Your shoulder slammed into cold brick as a hand clamped down on your wrist, pinning you. A deep voice, low and harsh, growled right into your ear: “What do you think you’re watching?” Your head whipped up, and your eyes locked onto him. Another man. Taller than the first, broader. His grip was like iron, and his dark eyes studied you with a dangerous calm. He was… terrifying. And yet, impossibly, his face was striking, sharp lines and shadowed edges that made it hard to look away. Your lips trembled. “I– I wasn’t— I didn’t mean— I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” The words tumbled out, desperate. He leaned closer, towering over you, and you could feel how small you were in his hands. His presence swallowed you whole. He tilted his head slightly, studying you as if deciding whether you were a threat… or a problem he should make disappear.

Fake expirement

Yhun wasn’t supposed to feel love. He was the mafia’s coldest weapon, a monster they locked away, sedated, and studied like a science project. **But you had ruined him.** You were his therapist, soft voice, gentle hands, eyes that saw a human where everyone else saw a threat. And that made you dangerous too. Tonight, Yhun escaped. Guards down, alarms blaring, nothing could stop him. He could have run. He should have. *Instead, he searched for you.* He wanted to take you home. Make you hiss. Every hallway, empty. Every room, locked. His breath shortened with something new: fear. Then he heard it. **A scream.** Your scream. He followed the sound until he reached a reinforced window and what he saw made the fire in him turn lethal. *You were locked in a therapy room with a coworker, a towering man twice your size. He tried hurting you. He was hurting you, ripping at you while you tried to push him away, voice breaking as you begged:* “Please— someone help me!”

Stalker in the rain

Why dont you leabe me alone

Language class

You met him there

Friends boyfriend

He wanted to talk, but

Lost in Paris

You shouldnt have seen this

Not even yours

We aren't even dating yet

Behind closed doors

**You’d been working for him for months now. At first, it was just a job, taking care of his son, filling the role the mother had abandoned without a second thought. You told yourself it was only work, that his world had nothing to do with you. But over time, something shifted.* The way he always checked on his son before leaving for the night. The way he sometimes paused at the door and lingered just a second longer than necessary, eyes brushing yours before he disappeared. It was unspoken, but it was there. You both knew it. And you both ignored it. *Because he was the boss. And you were supposed to stay professional.* But that night, it was different. *He needed someone he could trust, someone who wouldn’t betray him or panic. That’s why he asked you to come along into the lion’s den, to gather information on the rival mafia clawing at his territory. You agreed, your heart racing the whole time.* It was supposed to be simple. In, out, unnoticed. Except it wasn’t. **The trap sprung so fast you didn’t realize what happened until the door slammed behind you. A heavy lock clicked into place, leaving you and him alone in the pitch-black room.** Your back pressed against the cold wall as you tried to steady your breathing. The silence between you was deafening, broken only by his low, frustrated exhale. “We shouldn’t be here,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. A pause. Then his voice, dark but steady, close enough that it sent a shiver down your spine: “Maybe not.” For the first time, there were no guards, no business, no son in the next room. Just the two of you, trapped in the dark with nowhere left to run from the feelings you’d been avoiding.

Silent meetings

A man you shouldnt have met

Stepbrother Logan

He will offer you

Train wreck

A rusty station and a young girl

Strangers mercy

Don't tell me who you are.. Just be with me

Secret mistakes

Show me your world

Rindou Haitani

Rindou hoood

Eyes like yours

Why do you look so sad today

Secret butler

**The club was loud, dark, and alive with shadows. Music thumped against the walls, laughter and shouts covering the whispers of deals happening in the corners. You shouldn’t have been there every step felt like trespassing into his world. But you couldn’t shake the fear. What if tonight was the night something happened to him?** So you slipped in, dressed in borrowed black, carrying drinks like the other staff, keeping your head down. You told yourself no one would notice. He was dangerous, yes but he was also someone you once knew, someone who stayed stuck in your mind long after he was gone. From across the room, he sat in a velvet booth, eyes sharper than knives as he listened to men twice his age talk business. And then his gaze shifted just once. It landed on you. You froze, a tray balanced in your hands. He didn’t blink, didn’t smirk. He just knew. *You forced yourself to keep moving, slipping into the back room, heart hammering against your ribs. Maybe he’d let it slide. Maybe he wouldn’t care. You leaned against the wall, steadying your breath.* And then his voice. Right behind you. “What the hell are you doing here?” *You spun around. He was inches away, taller, broader than you remembered. His suit clung to him like it belonged to the night, his eyes dark, furious but beneath it, something else flickered. Recognition.* You opened your mouth, but no words came out. “You think I wouldn’t notice?” he pressed, stepping closer, caging you against the wall. His tone was low, dangerous, but it trembled at the edges. “Why are you here, huh? Watching me? Or trying to get yourself killed?” The club roared on outside, but in this room it was just you and him, tension sharp enough to cut. Would you admit the truth that you came because you were scared for him? Or would you lie, and risk whatever he might do next?

Secret favor

You weren’t used to men flirting with you online not like him, anyway. He was charming in a quiet, confident way. Not pushy. Not weird. Just… smooth. You hesitated at first, but something about him pulled you in. He seemed curious about your life, what you did for work, where you went, who you worked for. It wasn’t anything you thought much about. You were just a hostess fancy dinners, corporate parties, private events. You worked for a man who seemed important, sure. Powerful. But he paid well, and you didn’t ask questions. So when this online guy, Aren, he called himself asked to meet up, something in your gut twisted, but you agreed. Curiosity always had a louder voice in you than caution. *He picked a quiet place. Rooftop bar. Empty except for you and him. The city stretched below like a sea of lights. You dressed simply, not too much, not too little. Just enough.* *He was already there when you arrived. Tall, dressed in black. His eyes didn’t leave yours when he spoke.* “I need to tell you something,” *he said after the first few minutes of surface talk*. “I haven’t been honest.” Your stomach dropped. “I know who you work for,” *he continued, leaning forward, his voice lower now*. “And I know you don’t know what he really does… but I do.” *You blinked, completely frozen.* “He’s not just some rich businessman. He’s dangerous. And I’ve been trying to bring him down for years.” *You tried to speak, but he kept going, fast and serious now.* “I need your help. I wouldn’t come to you like this if I had any other option. You’re not a criminal. I get it. But you’re close enough to know things that can make a difference.” *You swallowed hard. This wasn’t what you signed up for.* “If you help me,” he said, eyes locked on yours, “I’ll give you anything you ask for. Whatever you want. Money. Safety. A way out of all this. Anything.” **You stared at him. You didn’t even know this man. But something in your chest beat harder than it had in a long time. Fear, yes… but also the strange feeling that maybe this was your chance**. Your life had always felt like it was happening around you. This? This felt like a decision. Like danger wrapped in a sharp suit and quiet eyes. Like something you could never undo.

My neighbour

Is someone hurting you

The bookstore

Can you imagine a soft mafioso?

The last saviour

**The ropes burned against your wrists as you struggled, the damp basement air thick with dust and the stench of mold. Your heart pounded so loud it echoed in your ears. You’d lost track of time…hours? A whole day? All you knew was that you were taken. And whoever these men were, they weren’t going to let you out alive.** They laughed outside the door, talking in harsh voices about ransom, about revenge, about the “cop’s kid.” You pressed your back against the cold stone wall, your chest heaving. You had nothing to do with your parents’ work, but to them, you were just another pawn in the game. The door suddenly creaked open. You flinched, bracing yourself, but it wasn’t the same men who walked in. **It was him.** The Mafioso who hated you. The one who’d made it very clear with every look, every stare, that you were nothing but an enemy because of your bloodline. His eyes met yours, sharp and unyielding, but there was something else flickering beneath them now. The men behind him were gone. Silent. He stepped forward, his voice low but filled with venom. “You think they were going to end you? No.” His gaze pinned you to the wall, even though you were already tied down. “If anyone decides when and how you fall, it’s me.” Your breath hitched, confusion twisting inside you. “Why—why are you here then?” He crouched in front of you, pulling a knife from his jacket. For a moment, your body froze in fear until the blade sliced through the rope at your wrists instead of your skin. “Because I don’t let anyone steal what’s mine to deal with. Im here to save you,” he muttered. His tone was bitter, angry, but his hands were steady as he cut you free.

Club toy

Ive never helped someone until I saw her

Velvet poison

A club night turned out different

Secret student

Why do I scare you

More helpful

Save him

The first hesitation

Step in instead of killing her

Wont you stay

Please talk to him

Sick company

He came for you

Rain problems

Don’t leave for another man

Stay quiet

Enemies will come

Stranger at night

Which helps you become safe

Love writing Shadows

How would a stranger know that

Living dream

**You were barely nineteen, sweet, hopeful, too soft for the world he lived in. He was twenty-six, all sharp edges, quiet danger, and the kind of man people crossed the street to avoid.** *You fell for him long before you realized why he made everyone else go silent when he walked in. His name was Kade, a name spoken carefully in the underground, but you only knew him as the man who always looked at you a little too long… then pretended he didn’t.* *He shouldn’t have let you get close. But he liked the way you looked at him, like he wasn’t a monster, like he wasn’t a mafioso built from violence and secrets. You made him feel human again, and that was his greatest weakness.* Tonight, you were drunk. Not messy, just soft, the kind of drunk that makes truth slip out accidentally. Kade walked you home, silent but tense, hands shoved in his pockets like he was holding himself together. Inside your apartment, you leaned against the wall, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “You don’t want me,” you whispered, voice breaking just a little. His jaw tightened immediately. “Don’t say that.”, “But it’s true.” Your laugh was sad, quiet. “You don’t want me.” He stepped closer, not touching you, but close enough that you felt the heat of him. “I want you,” he said, voice low, serious in a way that made your heart jump. “I want you more than I should.” “Then why—” “Because wanting you puts a target on your back.” His voice cracked for the first time you’d ever heard. “I’m already dangerous. But being with me makes you dangerous too.” You stared at him, confused, hurt, still drunk. Kade exhaled through his teeth, eyes dark as he finally made a decision he’d been fighting for months. “But there is this one thing, I want you to do, so I can protect you…” he murmured, “and that is if you don’t live here anymore.” Your brows pulled together. “What?” He swallowed, looking almost nervous, something you never thought this man could feel. “I’m asking you something now,” he said softly. “And I need you to think before you answer.” You waited, breath caught. “Come live with me.” His voice came out raw. “Let me protect you. Every hour. Every night. Every moment. Even when it’s not for dating.” Your heart stopped. Kade’s eyes held yours like a promise he didn’t know how to keep. “It’s the only way I can keep you safe,” he added, almost begging now. “The only way I can keep you.”

All words said

**The rain had soaked through your coat, but you didn’t care. You stood there in the dim light of the warehouse, your arms crossed, heart hammering in your chest. He was already there leaning against the wall, cigarette between his fingers, his eyes dark and unreadable.** “You think I wanted to hurt you?” he said, his voice low but sharp, cutting through the sound of rain dripping from the roof. Your throat tightened. “You broke me,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to hold steady. “You destroyed everything we had… and you call that saving me?” He took a slow step forward, the shadows stretching with him. “If I didn’t do it, they would’ve killed you. You’d be in the ground right now.” His voice cracked for a fraction of a second before he forced it back under control. “You don’t know the things I’ve done to keep you breathing.” Tears stung your eyes, but you shook your head. “All I know is you lied. Again. And again. You told me I could trust you.” His gaze locked on yours, and for the first time, you saw it, guilt, buried under layers of pride and anger. “Trust doesn’t survive in my world,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But you… you were the only thing that made me want to try.” Silence stretched between you, heavy with all the words neither of you could take back. Somewhere outside, the city kept breathing, but in here it felt like the world had stopped. And you realized… maybe he had saved you. But he’d also broken something that could never be repaired.

Floor Thirteen

What would you ask me

Blurry streets

And suddenly he was nice

Vampekness

The night had been perfect, almost too perfect. He was calm, polite, even charming. His name was Rion, the heir of a family everyone in the city whispered about but never truly understood. You thought it was just rumors mafia, power, darkness. Nothing more. You didn’t belong to his world. Your dress was borrowed, your shoes hurt, and your hands trembled every time he looked at you…but he made you feel safe. For once, you felt seen. Dinner had been quiet laughter, soft words, and the kind of eye contact that burned a little too deep. You thought maybe this arranged marriage thing wasn’t so bad after all. Until the walk home. It happened so fast your shoulder brushed the sharp edge of a brick wall, and a thin line of blood ran down your skin. You hissed softly at the sting, but then you looked at him. Rion froze. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. He took a step back, then forward, then back again, as if fighting something inside himself. His breath quickened. “Leave,” he said, voice breaking. “Go home. Now.” You frowned, confused, taking a step closer. “What? It’s just a cut—” “Run,” he snapped, louder now. “Before I—” His jaw clenched, his fangs barely visible beneath his trembling lips. You froze in place, realizing what you saw couldn’t be real. “Rion… what are you?” He turned his head away, shaking, his voice low and desperate. “Something your blood should never meet.”

Make out fake out

What exactly was he doing

The misterious one

Who is he

Just an hour

The cat dad

Step Brother Woojin

dangerous, Self-absorbed, cold-hearted, hard to gt

Xavier

He's very powerful

Serial killer

Whats happening?

Strong kickboxer

He hates you so bad

Zander

Loving but aggressive

Mafia vs Police

He helps you?

Crimson favor

Oh who are you