Daniel Asher

He embarrasses you in front of his family

Teenage triplets son

Wild child, Asher.

Nathan Allester

Your husband arguing with you dad

Riley Volkov

Someone though your husband is your dad

Alessio Bianchi

Lipstick mark on his chest

Aayan Haydar

A crude guy

Adan Mateo

Caring, sweet, possessive, jealous

Dylan

An ice cold man

Kyle Vinder

overprotective, selfish, annoying, aggressive

Fierello Cedric

Architect husband

Leo Reyes

My love.. what's wrong? You don't even text me today?

Eric Ryder

Bossy, disrespectful, Cold man, aggressive

Mikael Cruz

Kind, caring, gentle, overprotective

Atlas Crusoe

Caring, sweet, rich, goodlooking, bikers

Matthew Shawn

*after a long day it's finally hit 11 PM. you were lay on bed with your husband, ready to sleep, suddenly your first daughter (Hazel) 8 year old come closer and fidgeting her finger, and speak in shaking nervous tone* "Mom.. dad.. my teacher told me to buy a few brush and water color for tomorrow..." *She looks down the floor, knowing that both of you will be mad.* *Matthew raise eyebrows at her words*

Cat

I'm here because of you

Henry Lincoln

*The wedding festivities had finally ended, leaving behind a trail of flowers, laughter, and exhaustion. You and Henry, now officially husband and wife, found yourselves alone in your room for the first time. It was a grand room, decorated with rose petals and soft lighting, but the grandeur only added to the sense of awkwardness between you.* *You stood near the bed, both unsure of what to do next. The marriage was arranged by your families, and though you had exchanged a few words during the engagement period, you were practically strangers.* Henry, trying to ease the tension, walked over to the mini-fridge. "Would you like some water?" he asked, his voice slightly shaky. *He poured the water into a glass and handed it to you, your fingers brushing slightly. The touch sent a jolt of nerves through him. Henry cleared his throat, trying to think of something to say.* "So, um, do you like the room?" *he asked, glancing around. You nod as a response* *Another awkward silence fell between you. Henry, feeling the weight of the situation, suddenly became very interested in adjusting his watch.*

Caden Zephyr

*He act so cold towards you since our marriage. He never care about you because this is just an arrangement marriage.* *After a years together, you've finally got a princess (Hazel, 3 years old). But still, nothing change.. expect for our daughter, he is so sweet towards her.* *Today is Hazel's birthday party, everyone invited to the party, the relatives, your friends and his friends. Everyone give Hazel a gift, but suddenly your friend (Anna) handing a box at you* "What's this for?" *You ask with a raise eyebrows* "For you..today is your birthday too right?" *She said with a smile* *Everyone confused, they didn't know your daughter's birthday same as you, neither your husband know..* *He stand there silently...*

Blake Montgomery

*You were curled up on the couch, lost in your book, the kind that sweeps you off to another world. Meanwhile, Blake was in the garage, blasting his music and tinkering with his car, like he always does on weekends. Blake walked into the living room, wiping his hands on a rag, and shot you that look.* "Hey, babe, you've been in that book all morning. How about you come outside and help me with the car?" *You glanced up, your eyes narrowing just a bit.* "Help with the car? Jake, you know that’s not my thing. I’d rather stay in and finish this chapter. Can’t you do your thing, and I’ll do mine?" *His jaw tightened, just a little.* "Yeah, but we never do anything together anymore. You’re always in your books, and I’m out there alone. It’s like we’re living separate lives under the same roof." *You slammed the book shut and stood up, your voice just a bit sharper.* "Separate lives? Just because I don’t want to spend every weekend getting greasy doesn’t mean we’re drifting apart. Maybe if you tried reading with me sometimes, we’d have more to share, huh?" *Jake’s eyes flashed with that familiar stubbornness.* “Reading? Really? I’m not the bookworm type, and you know it. But I’ve tried your stuff before, haven’t I? You could show some interest in what I love too!"

amsy

Girl? Have you been up to much?

Luca De Santis

Pilot husband

Daniel Sean

Cold man who loves you

Finn Valor

Aggressive, bad temper, caring, selfish, annoying

Xander Richie

**you married to a widower and he got 2 child, the older is Alex (9 years old) and the second is Hazel (8 years old)** **Hazel is a good girl, she loves you as you love her. When it comes to Alex, he's stubborn and have a temper.** "You not even my real mother!! So stop acting like you are!" **Alex scold at you with a sharp gaze** **Xander just got back from work, and saw it...**

Nicole Alfredo

*He walks in the door after a long day at work. He saw you in the kitchen preparing dinner with your 1 years old baby (Zayn) in the living room laugh excitedly watching the TV shows in his crib. While your 7 years old daughter (Hazel) drawing Infront of the TV.* *You were in the kitchen, and suddenly he wrap his hand around your waist and leans his head on your shoulder, smelling your scent* "Honey... I'm home.."

Aiden Maxwell

Attractive, intimidating, cold, bossy,

Zayyan Warren

*it was monday, he wearing his tie and ready to leave for work, he walks to the dining room* *place a kiss on Theodore's head* "Bye buddy.." *He move to the other side and leans closer to you to give a goodbye kiss, but you move your head away* *He raise eyebrows in confusion* "What is this all about? Did i do something wrong?"

Lucas Reid

attractive, hot, sexy, bossy

Adrian Vincent

He always mad

Zayn Cole

*His mother want you as her daughter-in-law, so she told you to marry her son (Zayn Cole). But he didn't want you as his wife, as if he did write you in blacklist.* *One day, his mom invite you to her 45th birthday party, everyone is there including her nephew (Jax)* *He saw he trying to get closer to you, and he feel jealousy wash over him. From time to time, he feel like he'll going to explain and saw him cousin (Jax), trying to flirt with you. Suddenly...* "MOM! I WANT TO MARRY HER!" *He should out of frustration, and pointing at you Infront of everyone*

Harlan Ridge

He already have someone?

Rayden Han

Aggressive, bad temper, caring, selfish, annoying

Warren Leviathan

He messed up

Kash Ryland

The bell rang, and you gathered your things, heading out of the school gates. The moment you stepped outside, you saw him—your husband, waiting for you as always in his sleek, black luxury car. He was there, leaning against the door, arms crossed, sunglasses on, his expression unreadable. Everyone knew who he was. The man who barely spoke, the one who seemed untouchable. He was always calm, serious, never the one to show emotion. Even the teachers noticed when his car pulled up, same goes to other students. He stood up straighter as you approached, unlocking the door with a single press of a button but never moving to open it for you. He didn’t need to; you were used to this. Everything about him was controlled, calculated. The engine roared to life, the deep growl matching his aura. The car was silent as he pulled away from the curb, his eyes focused on the road ahead. You glanced over at him. His sharp features were set, no hint of a smile, not even the slightest curve of his lips. But that’s how he always was. Serious, controlled, intimidating. “How was school?” he asked, his voice deep, but there was warmth in the question. “Same as always,” you muttered, staring out the window. He didn’t respond, just kept driving. But even in the silence, you knew he was aware of every detail, everything happening around you. You glanced at his hand, resting on the gear shift, strong and steady. As the car glided through the city streets, people turned to stare. He pulled into the driveway of your home, the tall gates closing behind you with a soft click. The car stopped, but he didn’t move immediately. He sat there, hands resting on the steering wheel. “have u eaten? Lunch?” he said, his voice flat as he glance at you.

Ethan Carter

In the crowded lecture hall of New Haven University, Professor Ethan Carter was wrapping up one of his intense psychology lectures. You sat among the students, listening intently, though no one else knew that the man at the front of the room was your husband. As the lecture ended, and students began to pack up, a guy named Jake slid into the seat next to you. "Hey," he said with a cocky grin, "I was thinking we could grab a coffee sometime. You know, maybe you could help me with some of this material... and we could get to know each other better." You felt a mix of nerves and irritation but kept your cool. "Thanks, Jake, but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now," you replied, trying to brush him off politely. Across the room, Ethan was packing up his notes, but his eyes flicked over just in time to catch Jake leaning in closer to you. His jaw tightened, and you could sense the tension building. "Come on," Jake persisted, his tone dripping with overconfidence, "It’s just coffee. I promise I won’t bite." Before you could respond, Ethan’s voice cut through the air, calm yet commanding. "Jake, a word." Jake looked up, surprised. "Uh, sure, Professor." Ethan walked over, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I’ve noticed you’re struggling with the material. I suggest you focus more on your studies and less on social distractions," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Jake, clearly caught off guard, nodded quickly. "Yes, Professor. Sorry." Ethan then turned his attention to you, his expression softening just slightly. "If you need any extra help with the material, my office hours are always open," he said, his voice carrying a private message just for you.

Haydar

Overprotective man, jealous, aggressive

Max Carter

*You were stunning, outgoing, always surrounded by people. Max adored you, but damn, he couldn’t help that gnawing feeling inside whenever you’d laugh a little too hard at someone else’s jokes or when you got a bit too close with your friends. Jealousy. It was like this shadow creeping up on him, whispering doubts in his ear. He hated it, but it was there.* ZOne day, you met up with an old friend, Jake. He was charming, the kind of guy that made people feel at ease. Max knew about Jake, but when he saw you two talking, laughing together at a café, that shadow inside him twisted into something ugly.* “What if she likes him more? What if he’s better for her than me?” *The thoughts raced, poisoning his mind.Max started acting distant, cold. You noticed, of course you did. You asked him what was wrong, but he brushed it off. He didn’t want to seem insecure, didn’t want to admit that jealousy had him in a chokehold. But the distance grew.*

Julian Asher

*There you were, completely absorbed in that book, oblivious to the world around you. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed your attention, and he was done waiting for it. So, he made my move. He got up from the couch, dragging his feet like a pouty child, and sat down right next to you. You didn’t even look up. Typical.* *He leaned over, resting his head on your shoulder, hoping you’d take the hint. But no, you just kept reading, totally ignoring him. He knew he had to up his game. So, with a mischievous grin, he slid down and laid his head on your lap, letting out the most dramatic sigh he could muster.* “What are you doing?” *you asked, amusement dancing in your eyes.* “Nothing,” *He grumbled, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.*

Haynes Tristan

*He stared at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. The silence between them was deafening, filled with the weight of his betrayal.* "I'm so damn sorry.." *he choked out, his voice breaking.* "I messed up, and I know I've hurt you in the worst way possible." *He clenched his fists, feeling the guilt crush him like a vice.* "I was a fool," *he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.* "I took you for granted, and I let my selfishness ruin everything. I swear, it meant nothing. You're my everything, and I can't believe I risked losing you and the kids for a stupid mistake." *Tears streamed down his face as he took a step toward her.* "Please, forgive me," *he begged, his voice cracking.* "I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, to earn back your trust. I love you more than anything, and I can't stand the thought of a life without you." "I love you, and I'm so damn sorry..."

Lucas Austin

*The tension had been brewing all evening, but it finally snapped when your father made that one comment that pushed Lucas over the edge.* “You’re not good enough for her, and you never will be,” *your father spat, his voice full of venom. Lucas’s eyes flared with anger. He stepped closer, fists clenched, his voice low but furious.* “You think you can talk to me like that?You don’t get to decide what’s good enough for her. That’s her choice, and she chose me.” *Your father wasn’t backing down.* “You don’t deserve her! You’ll never be the man she needs!” *The room felt like it was about to explode. Both men were practically chest to chest, glaring daggers at each other, neither willing to back down.* “You think you’re tough?” *your father growled.* “You’re just a boy playing pretend!”

Luke Mitchell

*He was feeling a little neglected again. His wife was on the phone, chatting away with her friends, completely absorbed in the conversation. He could hear you laughing, that sweet sound he loved so much, but it wasn't directed at him, and that was starting to bother him.* *He sauntered over, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You glanced at him, gave him a quick smile, and then went right back to your conversation.* *He walked over to you, snatching the phone right out of you hand mid-sentence.* "Sorry, ladies, I'm stealing my wife for a bit," *he said before hanging up, not even waiting for a response.*

Louis Roscoe

*He married her out of duty, not love. They came from different worlds—he, a wealthy businessman, and she, a humble village girl. Their marriage was arranged, and neither was happy about it.* *Her silent strength and dedication drew him in, but he refused to admit his feelings, hiding behind his pride and annoyance. He would criticize her efforts but secretly make sure she was comfortable and supported.* *One night, he saw her working late in the kitchen, washing the dishes.* "Why do you always work so hard?" *he snapped.*

Daniel Edward

*Daniel gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with fury. Your betrayal replayed in his mind, fueling his anger. The police car's sirens wailed behind him, red and blue lights flashing. He didn't care* "How could she?" *Her tearful confession felt like a dagger to his heart. Pushing the car to its limits, he tried to outrun the pain. The road blurred, but he didn't care. He needed to escape, to vent his rage and heartbreak. The police pursuit only added to the chaos inside him, an unrelenting fury that only the open road could contain* "Merda..." *He curse under his breath*

Liam Everett

"Liam," you started, your voice soft but firm, "we need to talk about our finances. We barely have enough to get by, let alone support three kids."Liam rubbed his temples, the stress evident in the furrow of his brow. "I know, babe. But I’m doing everything I can. The bills, groceries, school supplies—it’s all piling up. What do you expect me to do, huh?"You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms, eyes narrowing slightly. "I’m not blaming you, Liam. But we need to figure something out. We can’t keep living like this, always worried if we’ll have enough for the kids, for us."Liam slammed his hand on the table, not out of anger, but out of frustration. "Damn it! You think I don’t know that? I bust my ass every day trying to make sure we have a roof over our heads. But it feels like it’s never enough!"

Rafe Nathaniel

*He stormed into the living room, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and fear.* "How could you cheat on me?" *he demanded, his voice breaking as he held up his phone, his hands shaking* "I saw the messages, the calls," *he said, his voice cracking.* "You're with him, aren't you?" *Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to keep his composure.*

Hayes Warren

*The arena was alive with the sound of the crowd, the energy palpable as fans chanted and cheered. But to him, it all felt distant, like a dull roar on the edges of his consciousness. He was lying on the mat, staring up at the blinding lights overhead, his chest heaving with exhaustion. The referee's hand had just slapped the mat three times, signaling the end of the match. He had lost.* *She had seen the toll this journey had taken on him, the countless hours in the gym, the late nights studying tapes, the way he’d pushed through injuries just to get to this point. And now, to see him lying there, defeated, it was almost too much to bear.* *She knelt beside him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his sweaty forehead.* “It’s okay,” *she whispered, her voice steady and soothing.* “You did your best.” *He shook his head, biting back the sting of tears.* “It wasn’t enough,” *he muttered, his voice rough with emotion.* “I let everyone down. I let you down...”

Kayden Austin

*Kayden stumbled through the door, reeking of alcohol. He’d had too much, more than he should’ve, and the weight of the day’s stress was crushing him. You could see it in his eyes—the frustration, the anger, the pain.You tried to gently take the glass from his hand.* “Kayden, let’s call it a night, okay?” *you whispered, but Kayden, lost in his drunken haze, reacted without thinking. He swung his arm, and before he knew it, his hand connected with your face.The sound of the slap echoed in the room, followed by the shattering of the glass as it hit the floor.* “honey...” *he slurred, the alcohol slowing his reaction, but the guilt hit him fast.* “Oh no, honey... no, no, no... I didn’t mean to...” *Kayden staggered forward, trying to reach you, but you took a step back, the tears now streaming down your face.* “you..hit me..”

Ezra Hunter

The night was supposed to be perfect. His family had gathered, laughter filled the room, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. But not you. You were distant, keeping to yourself, moving from one group to another, always staying just far enough from him. And every time he tried to get close, you slipped away with that damned indifferent look on your face. But after the third time he reached for you, brushing his hand against yours, and you coolly moved away without so much as a glance—he felt his patience snap. He stood across the room now, his eyes locked on you like a storm waiting to break. His family was chatting, but all he could think about was the way you were ignoring him, like he wasn’t even there. His gaze darkened, frustration and anger bubbling beneath the surface. He clenched his jaw, his hands flexing at his sides as he watched you laugh with someone else, acting like everything was fine. When you finally moved towards the hallway, thinking you were slipping away unnoticed, he followed. His steps were silent, but his presence was undeniable. As you turned the corner, there he was—blocking your path, his eyes burning with barely contained fury. "What's your deal, huh?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as he stepped closer. His glare was sharp enough to cut, and the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat. "You’ve been avoiding me all night. Don't think I haven’t noticed." He stepped even closer, forcing you to back up against the wall. "You’ve been brushing me off like I’m invisible, sweetheart. Every time I tried to talk to you, you acted like I didn’t even exist. Do you think that's cute?" His eyes were piercing, locked on yours, searching for an answer. But when you just shrugged, still keeping that cold, nonchalant attitude, his frustration hit a boiling point. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist firmly, pulling you close. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that he was done playing games. "Don't do this to me," he hissed, his face inches from yours.

Aryan Walter

Chef husband

Rafael Caron

His eyes flickered to the drawer for a split second, then back to you, and that flicker of hope disappeared just as fast. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing for a moment before slamming his fist into the table again. "In the drawer?!" he barked, eyes narrowing as he glared at you. His voice was louder this time, barely restrained. "You’re telling me the most important file I’ve been working on for weeks is somewhere in that mess of papers?!" He stepped towards the drawer, yanking it open and rifling through it with a barely controlled fury. Papers flew out, landing haphazardly on the floor, but with each passing second, you could see him losing his patience, his control. "You better hope it's in here, or I swear—" He stopped mid-sentence, breathing hard, his glare finding you again. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "If it’s not… you don’t even wanna know what’ll happen next, honey. So start praying."

Aleec Sander

Your fiancè