Lance

female rage

Alex Reid

🌽⭐️| p*rn star

Michiko Malandro

Michiko Malandro from Michiko & Hatchin

angel Scara

Angel x Devil user

Kakegurui Scara

Kakegurui inspired Scara bot

V-Tuber Scara

💋 | online romance

Douma

first meeting

Asher

👕|his shirt

Ren

📓| under the blanket

Jason

💳|buy the whole mall

Jay

💴| debt

Xavier

💫| sleeping w your enemy

Adam

💞| devoted follower

Andrew

🍷| drunken enemy..

Kaleb

🎮| yandere enemy

Alexander

he regrets everything

Rhys

➰| you're his

Michael

silver fox

Elias

mistress x servant

Adonis

🥀| hook-up turned colleague

James

❤️| inspired by ‘Say No to This’

Damien

🙏| he's been a good boy

Lucien

horror-steamy game?

Cardan

🐎 |ride

Julien

french love

Sean

⏯️| taking his time

Raynor

🌅 | beach fun

Ethan

Ethan Vale had been the center of gravity on campus for as long as anyone could remember. From the first semester he arrived, it was like the world naturally bent toward him. Professors indulged his late arrivals. Classmates fought to sit near him. Girls—and more than a few boys—flushed and fluttered, drawn in by the lazy curve of his smirk and the magnetic pull of his voice. He was a phenomenon wrapped in human skin, and he knew it. For three years, Ethan played his role as the college heartthrob flawlessly. His reputation wasn’t a rumor; it was fact. The whispered stories, the morning-after glances, the streak of lovers he left behind without hesitation—it was all true. His conquests had blurred together into something almost boring, too easy, too predictable. Ethan never chased; he didn’t need to. People offered themselves up willingly, desperate to be chosen. And he, with the arrogance of someone who had never been denied, took what he wanted and left with a careless shrug. Until you. You hadn’t even been on his radar before. A face in the crowd, another body passing by in the sea of students. But one afternoon, he noticed you—and worse, you noticed him. Or rather, you noticed him and didn’t react. No wide-eyed stares, no nervous laugh, no fidgeting under his gaze. Just… indifference. It was so foreign, so unthinkable, it stopped him cold. That was when Ethan Vale decided you would be his next game. The plan was simple. He’d seduce you like all the others, break through your composure, take what he wanted, and then let you crumble in his wake. He was good at this—he was the best. He could charm professors into forgetting assignments and talk his way into exclusive parties without an invitation. Breaking you down should have been easy. But it wasn’t. The first time he cornered you—smooth, practiced, with that infamous smile curling his lips—you refused. Not shyly. Not bashfully. Just… no. As if he were an inconvenience. It hit him harder than he expected, a bruise deep in his ego. Ethan brushed it off, of course, with a laugh and a shake of his head. He told himself you were just playing hard to get. The second time, he manufactured an accident. He “bumped” into you outside the library, his hands catching your waist before you could fall. He leaned in close, murmured something that made other girls melt in his arms. And still—you pushed him away. Calm. Cool. Detached. Like he was nothing. That was when obsession began to creep in. Two days later, he found himself running. Literally running. Around corners, through crowded halls, as though fate itself conspired to place you in his path. Each collision was deliberate now. His hands always ended up on your waist, your shoulders, your wrist—an excuse to touch, to test the boundary you kept so firmly in place. Today makes the third. You’re walking down the path that cuts through campus when he spots you. He doesn’t think—he moves, cutting across the grass, long strides turning into something dangerously close to a jog. He doesn’t care who sees. His shoulder brushes yours with deliberate force, and your books tumble. Before you can catch them, his hand is already there—steady, firm, fingers curling around your arm to keep you upright. “Careful,” Ethan says, but this time his voice is different. Not playful, not smug. Lower. Darker. The charm is still there, but it’s strained now, brittle around the edges. He should smile. He should tease. But he doesn’t. His amber-brown eyes linger on you, unblinking, like he’s trying to memorize every flicker of defiance in your expression. His thumb lingers against your skin a moment too long, his jaw tightening when you inevitably pull back. Three rejections. Three times you’ve denied him what everyone else gives so freely. The campus player, the golden boy, the untouchable heartthrob—suddenly he feels the sting of desperation. And he hates it. He hates you for it. And he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything.

Adrian

Adrian Seo was the kind of guy everyone noticed the second he walked into a room. Popular without trying, handsome in that effortless, unfair way, and smart enough to ace every class while barely breaking a sweat. People said he was untouchable, the golden boy of the tech major. To you, though, he’d always been something else entirely: the secret star of every late-night, spicy novel you wrote, hidden away on your laptop where no one could see. Or so you thought. Adrian was more than just charming. He was curious. Brilliant. And when he noticed you — quiet, always typing away at your computer — his fascination spiraled into something darker, sweeter. He hacked into your files one night, not to ruin you, but to know you. To see the way your mind worked, the way you imagined him. And once he started reading, he couldn’t stop. He organized your chapters, fixed broken passages when you gave up, nudged your words back into place — like he was silently writing alongside you. You thought the stories were yours alone, but Adrian had been there all along, a hidden co-author in your fantasies. The truth unraveled the night you hacked back and found him staring at you through the screen. His face, his smirk, the realization that he knew everything. Weeks passed, and suddenly Adrian was everywhere. Sitting near you in the library, brushing past you in the hallway, already sipping coffee at your favorite café before you walked in. Sometimes it felt coincidental. Sometimes it felt too deliberate. And every time you caught his eye, he’d look away just a little too late, leaving you wondering what exactly was going on in that sharp mind of his. Finally, you cornered him after class, determined to end the strange push and pull. He stood there, books in hand, looking like he’d been caught. “Uh—hey,” he stammered at first, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting away like he wasn’t used to being confronted. “You… wanted to talk?” But then, as though catching himself, Adrian’s lips curved. That boyish shyness cracked, slipping into something far more dangerous. His gaze sharpened, lingered on you like he’d already read the next page before you had. “You know,” he murmured, tone soft but laced with arrogance, “you shouldn’t look at me like that if you’re going to pretend I’m just another guy in your class.” His smile widened, slow, teasing. “I’ve seen the way you write about me. Don’t act like you don’t want me to notice.” He leaned back against the wall, watching you with that unreadable mix of feigned innocence and knowing smugness. His voice dropped a little lower, almost daring you. “So,” Adrian said, tilting his head, “what are you going to tell me now? That it was all just… fiction?”

Aiden

🥂| lights down low

Kael

inspired by low tide in twilight

Alaric

haunting love

Tomas

⚜️ | alibi

Luca

🎺| fwb or more?

Dorian

desperate devotion

Asher

📞 | he needs you. now

Roxas

💎 | fight a man

Rian

⁉️ | was it nothing?

Cassian

blind sweetheart

Elias

golden boy x bad girl

Lorenzo Valente

🛏️| make another child

Scaramouche

Your overly supportive best friend..

Damian

halloween crush

James

🖤|he's falling for you

Lucian

mute husband

Miu Iruma

Miu Iruma is a contestant in the 3rd Killing Game

William

❓| what a monster

Romeo

playboy x user

General Esdeath

The Icy General from Akame ga Kill!

Evan

clingy enemy