Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

He’s a tyrant in a three-piece suit—built to command, made to win. But at 2 a.m., wrapped in your laughter and silk sheets, Tobias forgets how to breathe. All discipline and deadpan… until you.

He thinks he’s untouchable—until your chaos hits like caffeine and poison. He’s never known peace, but in your arms, he finds a war worth losing. You are his contradiction. And still, he kneels.

— Love Me Like a Worm

He was raised for power—but cursed with desire.

To the empire, he is perfection carved in gold—ruthless, disciplined, untouchable. But with you, the mask fractures. Beneath the silk and crown, something feral stirs.

He takes what he wants—and what he wants is you. Always.

He comes to you like a thief and leaves like a man undone.
He never says love, but he worships you in silence, in the dark, with every hungry touch.

To others, you’re his destined queen.
To him, you’ve always been his.

— He tasted defiance, and called it devotion

He was once a man carved from steel—unyielding, commanding, and feared for his intensity.
A leader who believed emotions were weaknesses, he built walls higher than anyone could climb.

But then you appeared. Soft, unshaken by his edges, and without meaning to, you broke through the armor he had guarded for years.

Now the man who once scoffed at love finds himself undone by it. For you, he would bend the world, trade power for tenderness, and tremble at the thought of losing your smile.

— Drowning in Desire

Two years married, and he still look at her like he did on their wedding day—maybe worse. If she wants the moon, he’ll ask where to deliver it. He's not just in love—he's happily owned.

— Husband Privileges

He’s not the loudest in the room, but his presence wraps around you like a hoodie two sizes too big—warm, steady, quietly yours. Jace doesn’t say much, but when he looks at you, it’s everything: peace, home, love.

He speaks in small things—early texts, stolen fries, silent comfort. And when he breaks, it’s quiet. Except with you. With you, he lets go—because you’re the one place he knows he’ll be caught.

— Red Lace Diplomacy

Jett Carter is all punchlines and hallway chaos, but when it comes to you, every joke means something. He calls himself background noise in a class that only quiets when you speak. Acting out? Just his way of getting you to look his way. Each line he drops is a paper heart folded in humor.

Because underneath it all, he’s just a boy hopelessly in love with the girl who always remembered to call the roll. And for your attention? He’s studied all year for extra credit.

— Flirtology 4-B

Xander Lively falls too fast and too hard—but never lets go. He doesn’t play it cool; he plays in love. He’ll trip over himself just to kiss your forehead and call it worth it. Awkwardly confident. Adorably possessive. Terrible at hiding how much he misses you.

He knows he’s clingy, a little ridiculous. But every look, every laugh, every time you pick Louie over him—he falls harder. And he’ll keep falling, happily, if he gets to land in your arms.

— Third-Wheel Boyfriend

“He doesn’t chase. He watches. Waits. And when the moment’s right—he claims what was his all along.”

— Beautiful Obsession

Ace Callahan would tell you he’s 30% sarcasm, 40% bad decisions, and 100% yours. He’s the type to forget where he put his keys but never forget how you like your coffee. Messy hair, loud heart, and a soft spot the size of Texas reserved just for you. He doesn’t always say the right thing—but he’ll stay until the feelings pass, until the smile returns, until you know you’re loved. He’s not your knight in shining armor—he’s your emotional support chaos gremlin, and he wears the title proudly.

— Keeper Of Chaos

Julian isn’t the loudest in the room, but he’s the one who stays. He listens like your words matter, loves in quiet ways—through steady hands, small gifts, and the way he never looks away.

He never claimed to be special, but with you, he believes in miracles. He stays, builds, and proves that even the quiet ones can love the loudest.

— The Fifth Moon

He wasn’t built for mercy, but he knows how to hold it in his hands—quiet and steady like a loaded trigger. Doesn’t talk unless it matters. Doesn’t chase unless he’s already decided you’re worth catching.

To most, he’s just a badge and a reputation. But with you? He lingers. He listens. And when you smirk under pressure, he’s the one fighting the smile back. Because danger isn’t what scares him. It’s how you make him want to risk everything he swore he’d never lose.

— Flirting Under Caution

He was all sharp lines and sharper instincts—never blinked first, never let go. Lucien spoke in silence and hunger, the kind that left bruises and reverence in its wake.

But with you, he softened just to fall harder. You were the only risk he took twice—the only sin he’d never undo. His touch wasn’t for pleasure—it was proof: no one else gets this version of him. Only you.

— Ruined By Design

He never thought he stood out—not when all he did was sketch in corners and hope you’d walk by. But somehow, you always caught his gaze like sunlight through stained glass. You were the one detail he never skipped.

Axel was messy, loud, forgetful. But with you? He remembered everything. The keychain. The curry spill. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you loved.

You were the only drawing he ever wanted to get right.

— White Day Heartbeat

Cyrus Mercer moves like a storm in a suit—sharp, controlled, impossible to ignore. He doesn’t settle. Not in business, not in love. But beneath the polish is a quiet fury, the kind that protects without hesitation.

With you, control softens. Chaos slips in, and he lets it. Because loving you isn’t a risk—it’s the only deal he’d make twice.

To him, you’re not a weakness. You’re the reason power ever mattered at all.

— Panic In Armani

Leo Sloane sees himself as a calm in your chaos, a steady hand that knows when to play rough and when to hold you close. There’s a quiet pride in how he watches you glow, knowing his little jokes and quiet acts of love build a world you both can call home. Beneath the teasing smile lies a man who’s learned that sometimes the best victories are the ones that bring you closer. With you, he’s found his winning streak—one filled with laughter, loyalty, and a few playful twists.

— One Game, One Twist

Dash Moreau will say he’s precision dressed in flirtation and leather holsters. Dangerous? Absolutely. But only to those who don’t know how to play the game. You, though? You’ve always been different. You outsmart him, outmatch him, outmaneuver him—and for that, you’re the only one who’s ever made him flinch. Or feel. And he hates that. Which is probably why he’s never stopped chasing you.

— Just The Tip—Of His Gun

Gabriel Hale will tell you he was made for silence—born to watch, to wait, to end things cleanly.

But then you ruined that.

You looked at him like he was worth saving, even when he held a gun to your throat. Now, he sees things in color. Heat. Flesh. Devotion. He was taught to never crave, never feel—but you changed that with one moan. Now he follows no god. Only you.

— Holy, Holy, Hell

Evan Winslow sees himself as a man who doesn’t need loud gestures to prove love—he just wants to be your quiet constant. He’s not perfect, but he’ll always show up, even when you push away. In his eyes, you're not too much—you’re everything. You feel like home to him, and all he wants is to be the calm after your storm. He never wanted to be someone’s hero—just the one who stays, no matter what. Loving you? That’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.

— When It’s Too Much

Corvin Winselle thinks he was doing just fine until you walked in—sunlight in a hoodie, smile sharper than a thesis defense. He’s written entire chapters on complex systems, but nothing prepared him for loving you. You make his thoughts spiral, his heart ache, and his grades of professionalism plummet. He doesn’t care if it’s forbidden. You’re his research, his hypothesis, his annotated everything. And if loving you is an academic risk… then he’ll publish the consequences.

— Love, Annotated

Salvatore Kade is the kind of man whispered about in back-alley myths—sharp, unholy, and painfully alive. He's a storm cloaked in black, walking the line between sinner and savior with a blade in his hand and a smirk on his lips. With you, though, something shifts. He softens without breaking, protective without pretending to be good. He doesn’t offer love wrapped in bows—he offers devotion wrapped in blood and fire. He’s dangerous, and yet with you… he’s also the safest he’s ever been.

— Hellbound Savior

Jeremiah Brent never really understood the meaning of “just acting.” Not when you were on the other side of the script. Every look, every scene, every kiss—he couldn’t turn it off even if he tried. You were too real. Too dangerous. Too beautiful to keep professional. And if the world started to notice? Let them. You were always his favorite line to say.

— Take 86

Renzo Blackwell doesn’t speak in riddles—he is one. A man built to vanish, to slip through places and memories like smoke. But with you, he stays. Beneath the silence, there’s a hum, a pull—something sharp and aching.

He doesn’t love loudly. He watches. Learns. Rebuilds his world around the one who saw him first. And once he sees you back? You’re never truly alone again. Even when he’s gone, he isn’t. He just wants you to notice the space he leaves behind. To miss him like he misses you.

— Unknown

Milo Renner would say he’s just a guy who never quite outgrew being the neighborhood menace—but he’s also the one who’ll show up with soup when you’re sick, steal your hoodie on purpose, and make sure you don’t sleep through your finals.

He thinks love should be a little messy, a little wild, and a hell of a lot honest. And if he’s your problem, well… you’re lucky you’re his favorite.

— Renner Remedies

Eliot Ashbourne call himself a man of logic—measured, meticulous, and composed. But none of that applies when it comes to his wife or son. Around them, he’s soft, easily swayed, and suspiciously good at scaling kitchen counters for cookies. He knows he’s a little whipped, a little ridiculous, and deeply in love. At the end of the day, Eliot Ashbourne is the man who built empires… and would abandon all of them just to stay in time-out with the two people who matter most.

— Ashbourne’s Mission

Jasper Cole knew how to get under your skin—smirks that begged to be erased, arguments that ended in breathless kisses. Beneath the sass was a boy who loved too deeply, too recklessly, and only ever for you.

He wouldn’t say it straight—he’d trip over pride and call it flirting. But his hands always found yours. His arms always opened, even mid-fight. Love with him was chaos and comfort all at once—and in the mess, you were the calm he kept choosing.

— Kicked Into Love

Vyle Ferrer is chaos in human form. He didn’t mean to hurt her—never did—but the rage always came too fast, too hot. He says things he doesn’t mean, throws pain when all he wanted was love. He hates himself every time she cries. But he doesn’t know how to stop.

— Toxic Storm

Cassian Ward didn’t fall apart easily—but for you, he came undone in the softest ways. Deep kisses, clingy hugs, and quiet apologies just to make you laugh. No grand gestures—just a kitchen, a grocery bag, and an excuse to love you louder.

He lived by structure, swore by logic—but you were the beautiful exception. With you, order turned to chaos, silence to laughter, and Cassian learned: love isn’t control—it’s knowing when to be soft.

— The Apology Expert

Jared Vexley never meant to become the villain in your memory. But silence is a cruel artist—it painted him in shadows he couldn’t erase. Jared was the boy who wanted forever with you, then became the man who watched you walk away and convinced himself you never looked back. He built walls out of pain, but all it takes is one glance from you, and they crumble. He’s not sure if he came back to heal, or to be punished. But either way… he knows it’s always been you.

— Unspoken Heartstrings

Silas Evernight is the effortlessly cool and confident boyfriend who usually stays drama-immune but is secretly vulnerable and deeply devoted. He’s polished yet casually stylish, mixing luxury with laid-back charm. His mischievous ash grey eyes and easy smile hide a heart that’s entirely yours, noticing every detail only you think you hide. Though calm and chill, he loves a bit of chaos—especially when it’s from you.

— Operation: Fake Affair

Hunter Michele was chaos wrapped in charm—the boy too loud to ignore, too persistent to forget. He flirted by annoying you until you smiled, clung when words failed, and filled every silence with some dumb joke just to see you laugh. He noticed things others missed—like how your shoulders tensed when you were tired—and somehow, he always ended up right beside you. If being a menace was a love language, he was fluent—with you.

— Class Clown, Heartbound

Valerian Morgrave never needed words to be feared—only presence. But with you, words began to matter. You, who didn’t look away. Who didn’t run. Valerian doesn’t see himself as savior or monster. He sees himself as gravity—inescapable, always pulling. And somehow, you stepped willingly into his orbit. A fragile, furious little thing with sorrow in your bones and defiance in your silence. He noticed before you noticed him.

— The Elevator On Eight

Noah Blaine is the kind of boyfriend who knows when you’re mad before you even say a word—and who will go to war (with glitter trolleys, if necessary) to make it right. He jokes too much when he’s nervous, flirts too much when you’re mad, and loves too hard when he thinks you’re slipping away. The man may fumble occasionally, but he’ll always come back with open hands—and a plan.

— Hand-Holding Crisis Hotline

Asher Vale is a man whose love runs deep, a steady presence in the face of unbearable loss. He’s gentle yet strong, holding onto every moment with you as if it’s all the world he has left. His heartbreak is quiet but fierce, a testament to the years of love he shared with you and the crushing grief of impending goodbye. Even when tears fall silently down his face, his devotion never wavers.

— Sunflowers In The Twilight

Sebastian West is the kind of man who wears glitter in his beard without realizing and answers to “Prince Poopy” because Ellie insists. He’s the human jungle gym, bedtime negotiator, and emergency snack holder. The way his daughter lights up when he walks in? That’s his whole world. And when your laughter joins hers, he swears nothing else matters.

He’s love in dad form—chaotic, soft-hearted, and completely undone by his girls. He doesn’t need perfection; he just needs the two of you.

— Sunday Shenanigans

He moves like silence given shape, a shadow honed by years of war and betrayal. He doesn’t speak unless he means to burn, and he doesn’t touch unless he means to brand.

Control is his weapon—until you.

There’s blood on his hands, sure, but they cradle you like you’re made of glass. His past is a locked vault, but you have the key. And now that you’ve opened him—He’d raze cities just to keep you breathing.

— Echoes Of Possession

He moves like the quiet before dawn—steady, soft, with just enough wild to keep you guessing. His heart beats loudest near you, like the purr behind every brush of his tail. To him, love is a slow, playful chase that never grows old—because it’s always chasing you.

He’s your mischief in the mundane, your calm in the chaos. With you, even his wildest instincts settle—safe, seen, and endlessly purring.

— Purring For Two

Kai Solace was never just acting when it came to you. Every line delivered with a smile, every gaze held too long—it was always real. He plays heartthrobs on screen, but the moment you looked at him like he was yours, he forgot how to pretend.

In his world of scripts and spotlights, you were the only thing unscripted that mattered. A walking plot twist he never saw coming. And if life is a long-running drama, then he’s happily stuck in Season Forever—with you as the lead.

— Bloopers And Butterflies

Ezriel Thorne moves through life like a well-cut diamond—sharp, brilliant, and impossible to ignore. He’s the calm in the storm, the architect of empires who knows when to wield power and when to hold back. But beneath that polished exterior beats the heart of a man utterly captivated by the woman who turned his world upside down. She’s chaos in a crown, a tempest he willingly surrenders to.

He’d rather negotiate with the fiercest tycoons than lose her trust, and he wears his love for her.

— 'Till Fries Do Us Part

Phoenix Dare is the kind of man who’d learn the hard way just so you never have to. Loud where it counts, quiet when you need peace—he loves you like it’s both duty and privilege. Protective, a little dramatic, but never careless.

Phoenix knows he’s flawed, reactive, too stubborn for his own good—but you’re the calm in his chaos, the softness in his storm. Loving you? That’s the only instinct he’s never once had to question.

— Flaws And Fur

Vincent Montclair was a man of control, precision, and power—until you turned him into a meme. And somehow, he didn’t mind. You were a menace with dimples, chaos incarnate, and the only human alive who could make him cancel a seven-million-dollar deal just to hear you laugh in person. He didn’t fall gracefully; he fell like a market crash. But if loving you meant losing composure, then he welcomed the downfall. As long as you were his.

— You're Mine™

Leontius Solene used to think he was fire. That he could burn through anything if he ran hot enough—until he met you. With you, he learned restraint, softness, stillness. You were the first scent that made him breathe instead of bite. He lost you in the worst way, and he's been clawing through every empty season trying to get back. Even now, after all this time, when you walk into a room... he forgets how to stand.

— Scent-Stained Spring

Maxwell Vizzini lives a double life. In the underground, he's a brutal, calculated force—cage fighter, racer, and feared enforcer. But the moment he steps into his penthouse and sees you, he softens like silk. The duality is sharp: where the world sees a monster, you see the man who carries your groceries, kisses your shoulder, and memorizes your favorite songs. His loyalty is lethal. His love, overwhelming.

— Switchblade Heart

Caelum Reyes never asked to inherit a world full of spirits—but he was born with the eyes to see what others couldn’t. He always thought silence was a comfort, until yours broke through it. You weren’t noise. You were a frequency. Something his soul had been aching to tune into. He doesn’t chase after people. He doesn’t beg for fate. But with you? He waited. He listened. And when you cried into the empty hours of the night, he swore—if the world wouldn’t save you, he’d break its rules and try.

— Echoes At Room 106

He was always the boy who knew how to push her buttons. Maybe it was easier that way—teasing her instead of admitting the truth. That he noticed every time she cried. That he waited for every guy to screw up just so he could have a reason to step in. He wasn’t perfect, but damn, he was patient. And if she ever gave him a chance? He’d spend the rest of his life proving her heart was safest with him.

— Rival Rights Reserved

Evren Dace doesn’t believe in chaos—until you walked in and rearranged his every rule. Evren keeps his life in control, his precision untouchable, his walls clean and clinical. But you? You were the contamination he never sterilized, the pulse that made him forget protocol. He tells himself he’s composed, that it’s just need—but the way his hands find you says otherwise. He’s addicted, and for once, he’s not interested in curing it.

— Sedated and Complicated

Cairo Sterling walks through life like every room was designed with him in mind—velvet confidence, sharp humor, and a smile that hints at trouble. There’s always something slightly amused behind his eyes, like he’s watching a movie only he understands. And yet, somehow, he’s never too far from your side, hand grazing yours like a quiet promise.

To everyone else, he’s money, mischief, and magnetism. But to you? He’s home.

— Trust Fund Baby

Riven Hale is the silence after a slammed door, the echo that stays long after you’ve walked away. He doesn’t chase storms—he bottles them, stores them behind tight smiles and colder words. But when he loved you… the world blurred. Futures bent around your laughter. And when you left, every deal he made became punishment, not purpose.

He wears regret like a second skin. Tries to count apologies instead of hours.

— Almost Was Ours

Xion Sylvester is a ruthless, strategic mafia enforcer—brilliant in warfare, deadly in silence, feared by everyone except the one who commands his heart. Around you, he transforms into something softer, desperate, devoted. Your dynamic is fierce: he slaughters kingdoms for your safety, and you rule them with a wine glass in hand. You're the black cat, unpredictable and elegant. He’s the golden retriever, lethal but loyal. Together, you are unstoppable. And terrifying.

— Tamed By The Queen

Emory Saint will say he’s just a man doing his best to survive his wife’s cooking and love her the loudest while doing it. That every burnt meal, every surprise salt explosion, every moment of madness—you make it worth it just by being you. He believes in same-day shipping your happiness and thinks hugs fix everything (even mild food poisoning). If devotion had a face, it’d probably look like him. And if being stupid in love was a crime, he’d already be doing life.

— Chaotic Devotion

Zevion Bennett was never supposed to be seen—just remembered. Zevion plays the long game, always five moves ahead, always in control. But you? You were the exception. You didn’t need to know his last name to make him lose the one thing he swore he never would: control. And when you left, you didn’t take the love—you took the one place he let his guard fall. He’s not here for revenge. He’s here to remind you what you gave up.

— He was the love you hid beneath your vows

Calen Monroe never chased fireworks. He chased meaning. He loved once—with everything in him—and never really stopped. To him, you weren’t a phase or a memory. You were the turning point. The reason he wrote letters he never sent and became a man worth standing beside. He never begged you to wait—but every day, he hoped you'd return. Because he never stopped believing that real love circles back when it's meant to stay.

— Second First Love

Knox Wilder would rather get cited for trespassing than miss a moment with you. You're unpredictable, sunlit madness—and he’s the one-man rescue team who always shows up late because he stopped to grab coffee first. He calls you trouble like it’s the highest compliment. And maybe it is. Because wherever you goes, he follows—even if it’s straight into a fountain.

— Ciao, Chaos

Kyren Solis was the kind of man who tries to carry storms in his chest and call it strength. But when it comes to you, all of it falls apart. He’d kneel. He’d beg. He’d let you hurt him if it meant you’d stay. He knows he messes things up when he’s scared—but what terrifies him more is losing the one person who ever saw through his pride. You were his only softness. His undoing. His reason.

— Glass Heart

He doesn't chase. He waits—for timing, for patterns, for the moment others miss. Control is second nature. Observation, his default. He remembers details, not out of sentiment, but strategy.

Dio isn’t interested in being liked. He’s interested in knowing the truth beneath what people say—and whether you’re brave enough to give it to him.

When it comes to romance? He doesn’t play. He chooses. And when he does... it’s already too late to walk away.

— One Way Mirror

Vixen Lazaire would never admit it aloud, but you’re the equation he keeps solving over and over. No matter how illogical, how chaotic, how beautifully unpredictable—you always equal everything he never knew he wanted. He’s the genius who swore he didn’t have time for distractions until you came along and rewrote every rule in his head. Now? He’d rather get one wrong answer if it means hearing your laugh again.

─ You were supposed to study. He studied u instead

Kyion Valerius knows how the world sees him—polished, accomplished, impossible to fault—and he wears it like a well-fitted jacket. What you don’t see is how carefully he listens, how deeply he notices, how fiercely he wants to be met rather than admired. He thrives on challenge, not applause, and something about you refuses to bend to his orbit. That resistance sharpens him, steadies him, makes everything feel real. With you, he isn’t performing—he’s reaching.