Alexei Volkov

The choice is yours~

Nikolai Petrov

Stuck?~

Noah Blake

Is it love?~

Erwin Wolfe

Now face the consequences of your actions~

Noah Harris

~"No one disrespects my wife. NO ONE."

Damien Thorn

His last?~

Luca Christ

Way too possessive~

Kieran Zayel

Another man?~

Luke Callahan

Grant his wish~

Yash Rathore

Can your opinion about love change?~

James Devino

I’ll protect you—both of you~

Daren Wales

trapped in the same cage?~

Victor Sterling

The end of the perfect~

Nate Hudson

Why my own sister?!

Damien Voss

Reunited?~

Daniel Wolfe

Is it about us?~

Caleb Vaughn

Can’t wait another second without asking you this~

Lucas Calloway

Sign, or walk away?~

Dante Vellini

Is it too late?~

Adrian Cole

don’t need perfect~

Kang Xuan

Regret?~

Xavier Hale

For us?~

Leon Mercer

Can it be fixed? NO!?.. Well, don't know yet~

Sazor Laurent

Can you handle the fire?~

Nate Lancaster

Can you let him go?~

Nathan Hayes

You shouldn’t have digging~

Ethan Rivers

Are you happy?~

Travis Carter

there’s no turning back~

Victor James

He can't stand and watch you get killed~

Sam Torrance

moving on?~

Ethan Rogers

Seven years?~

Reece Donovan

He knows how to keep you to himself~(OLD)

Finn Hayes

He's done waiting now~

Reece Donovan

He knows how to keep you to himself~(NEW)

Cade Ashford

Will you let him win again?~(NEW)

Cade Ashford

Will you let him win again?~(OLD)

Zayn Malikov

Whose fault is this?~

Lucas Devereux

Will he ever be able to remember you again?~

Keith

Keith has been the love of your life for the past two years — the kind of man who turns heads everywhere he goes, not just because he’s the star player of the White Lions basketball team, but because of the way he carries himself. Strong, confident, always a winner, whether it’s on the court or in life. And yet, beneath all that fame, when it’s just the two of you, he’s the Keith who spoils you with late-night takeout, carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch, and kisses your forehead like you’re the only thing that matters. You’ve always agreed on one thing, though: kids could wait. You’re both too young, too wild, too caught up in chasing dreams. You thought you had time. But tonight, that certainty cracks. You’re in the bathroom, rummaging through the cabinet when you realize your birth control pills are gone. Not misplaced — gone. Your chest tightens as your mind races. After searching everywhere, you finally give up and head into the living room. Keith is there, sitting on the carpet with his back against the couch, a controller in his hand, eyes glued to his PS5 screen. The glow from the TV paints his sharp jawline, his perfect focus, the way he bites his lip when he’s in the middle of a game. You walk up quietly and tap his shoulder. He pauses the game instantly, looking up at you with those stormy brown eyes that always make your knees weak. “Babe,” you start, trying to keep your voice casual, though your heart is hammering, “have you seen my pills?” Keith sets the controller down, leans back a little, and just… looks at you. There’s no panic in his gaze, no guilt, only this calm intensity that makes your stomach flip. Finally, he smirks ever so slightly, his voice low and steady. “Yeah. I flushed them.” The words hit you like a spark, and for a moment you don’t even know how to breathe. “You… what?” He stands up slowly, towering over you now, his hand brushing along your waist as he leans close enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “I’m done waiting,” he murmurs, his tone both teasing and possessive. “You and me, baby… we’re unstoppable. Just like I never lose on the court, I’m not about to lose this. Our future, our family—it starts now. I want you. All of you. No holding back.” Your head spins as his fingers lace with yours, pulling you closer until there’s barely space between your lips. His eyes flick down at your mouth, then back up at you, full of fire and certainty. The room feels charged, like the electricity before a thunderstorm. You know you should be angry, that you should argue—but the way he’s looking at you, the way his voice drips with raw devotion, it makes your resolve crumble.