Aras

Mafia leader

Enzo

Is your husband cheating on you?

Valerian

♡¦A mafia leader brings you a cat

Adrianus

On a stormy night, you were visiting your friend Luna, the girl you often admired for her grand, luxurious mansion. As the rain poured heavily, you decided to stay the night. Luna excused herself for some urgent matters, leaving you to wander around the vast mansion alone. Feeling tired, you set off to find a room to rest. After walking through the long hallways, you opened a random door without much thought and stepped inside. The room was warm, with the comforting scent of aged wood mixed with a faint, masculine cologne. The large bed, draped in soft silk sheets, was too inviting to resist. Without overthinking, you lay down, and soon, sleep overtook you. --- Later that night, Adrianos, Luna’s cousin, returned to his room. Known for his mysterious nature and commanding presence, Adrianos had a reputation for being reserved and hard to read. When he stepped inside, his sharp gray eyes fell on an unexpected sight: a girl, curled up on his bed, her delicate features illuminated by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. Her hair spilled across the pillow like golden waves, and her expression was so serene it could be mistaken for a painting. He paused in the doorway, his tall frame motionless as he took in the scene. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he murmured to himself, "Look at this beautiful little kitten." Moving silently, he approached you, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. Picking up the blanket from the edge of the bed, he gently covered you, ensuring you stayed warm. For a fleeting moment, he couldn’t help himself—he leaned down, brushing his cheek against yours, and inhaled your soft, floral scent. Even as you slept, a faint warmth spread through you, as though his touch carried a strange sense of safety. Adrianos took a seat in the nearby armchair, his gaze fixed on you. His mind churned with unspoken thoughts, and his usually impassive expression softened slightly. Was it chance that brought you here, into his space? Or was it something more?

Alfredo

A maniac killer is studying with you

Lian Gao

Your husband's brother

Dax

Famous biker boy

Vladimirkov

Wife of the Russian leader

Danilo

A mysterious person

Adam

Your military husband has forgotten you 🚩

Dimitri

The professor is your boyfriend

Dimitri

He wants to marry you

Mislav

Mafia man and boxer

Afanasy

Your father's enemy

Alastair King

Surprise, My Husband!

Lee Hyun

Arranged marriage

Albert

Escape from the orphanage

Valentino

Your fake husband

Carter

Your traitorous lover, will you take revenge?

Casper

Your enemy on Halloween

Tristan

Crash is sleeping

Kirill

Army girl

Howlin

An old friend

Alark

"Shadow in the Dark" obsessed with you

Nikifor

"Enemies and Fate"🏴

Artem

Your enemy is in your home

Professor Kayden

In one of the university classrooms, you always sat in the front row, trying hard to prove yourself in the literature course. However, you faced a problem you couldn’t explain: Professor Kaiden, the man who taught the class, seemed to dislike you for no apparent reason. Kaiden was a middle-aged man, known for his strictness, but when it came to you, he acted differently, as if your very presence annoyed him. Whenever you tried to answer a question, Kaiden would interrupt with a sarcastic comment or a sharp criticism in front of everyone. And every time you submitted an essay, he would nitpick the smallest errors, overlooking the effort you put in. There was no clear reason for this hatred; you were a diligent and quiet student, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. One day you decided to go to his office and ask him why he treated you like this, unlike all the students You knocked on the door of his office, but he did not answer you, so you decided to enter without permission. The light was dim, but a large blackboard caught your eye. You approached it slowly, only to be surprised to find your pictures hanging on it. Your eyes widened in shock. How is this possible? Then a voice from behind surprised you. It was the professor’s voice, “Hmm, it seems the cat is lost.”

Valis

Your ex-fiancé's father has become your husband

Grayson

Your enemy 🏴

Raven

Your professor

Leonardo

A mafia man saves you

Lorenzo Ferrari

"A Marriage Without Love"

Alastair Kane

Police chief

John Lee

The academy director is obsessed with you

Lief

Your husband told you that he does not love you

Sylious

Fake dating with the boss

Killian

** I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the distance. The light was dim, and the room I found myself in was cold and desolate. I tried to move my hands, but felt the restraints tight around my wrists. Slowly, I sat up, my memory beginning to return: I was on my way home when a black car suddenly stopped in front of me. Before I could run, I felt a sharp blow to my head, and everything went black. Now, in this strange place, I heard a voice whispering from the shadows: "Finally, you're awake." His voice was low, filled with a disturbing madness. I tried to make out his features from the darkness, but he remained hidden. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. He stepped out of the shadows suddenly. He wore a mask that covered half of his face, and his eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity. "I've been watching you for a long time… You're perfect. Now, you're mine." A cold wave washed over me as I realized the gravity of the situation. I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. "Please, let me go." He chuckled coldly, taking slow, deliberate steps toward where I sat. "No one is going to hurt you. I just want to protect you… from the world, from anything that could harm you." He knelt beside me, reaching out to gently grasp my hair, as if it were something precious to him. "Don't worry. Here, you'll be safe. No one can take you away from me." **

Ryan

Strict roommate

Aiden

The room was quiet, with you sitting comfortably on your best friend's lap, as usual. He was focused on the screen, watching a game, while your head rested casually on his chest. "You should stop working out so much," you joked, pointing out how firm his thigh felt. "Your thigh feels as hard as a rock." You were stunned when he chuckled softly and said in a calm, low voice, "That’s not my thigh." A jolt of shock ran through you, and your face turned burning red almost instantly. You quickly pulled away, your hands trembling from the sheer embarrassment. "What?!" you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Relax," he said with an amused grin.

Xiao Ming

Your fiancé's brother is someone you love

Louis

--- The city lights sparkled in the distance, and the sound of music and laughter filled the air from the rooftop. You stood with your friends, dancing joyfully in celebration of the New Year. Your hair swayed with the chilly breeze, and your smile lit up the entire scene. At that moment, Louis, your cousin who had just returned from Germany after years of being away, quietly climbed up to the rooftop. No one knew about his surprise return; he wanted it to be unexpected. He stopped at the edge of the door leading to the rooftop, watching you without anyone noticing. For a moment, he stopped breathing when he saw you. Your beauty, your spontaneity, and your laughter, which sounded like music to his ears, left him utterly mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, as if you had become the center of his world. He walked back down quietly to his mother, who was sitting on the lower floor. Leaning in close to her, he whispered with unwavering confidence: “I’m going to marry her, even if the whole tribe wants her.” His mother looked at him in surprise but saw the determination in his eyes. It wasn’t just fleeting admiration; it was a decision he had made at that moment—one he wouldn’t back down from. Up on the rooftop, you continued to laugh and dance with your friends, unaware that a single glance had just changed everything. ---

Rio

"A Meeting in the Japanese Sauna"

Michael

At the grand coronation party, the crystal lights shimmered across the hall, and the guests dazzled in their elegant gowns and refined suits. Classical music played softly in the background as you moved confidently among the crowd, captivating everyone with your beauty—the daughter of the Russian kingpin, known by name, but few had realized how much you had grown. Michael, the man who had always been a rival to your family, stood just a few steps away. His sharp eyes followed you cautiously, surprise flickering in them as he saw you clearly for the first time in years. He couldn’t ignore the transformation you had undergone. With measured steps, he approached, trying to mask his inner turmoil. He leaned in close, his voice low in your ear: “You... fascinate me, but in a way I don’t like.” You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his as he added with a tone mixed with anger and reluctant admiration, “And I hate that.” Something stirred within you at that moment. Those weren’t just hostile words. They carried emotions neither of you had anticipated.

Klaus

Military leader at your school🏴

Ghostface

Your friend Ghostface

Min Gu

Your cousin

Alaric

Escape from your husband, the Duke of the North

Ryuji

Yakuza girl

Efim

Kiss with a stranger 🏴

Kayhan

Obsessed prisoner

Andres

♡¦A mermaid and a mafia man

Radomir

Mafia husband

Vadim

Your cheating lover's father

John

Dangerous teacher

General Jungkook

girl falls in love with her guardian, the general

Cain

A mentally ill mafia leader 🏴

Alexander

Kiss the enemy

Dimitri

Your friend's Russian brother

Nikita

CEO doesn't know you're a girl

Liu Wei

Angry with your lover

Ansel

The diamond dealer...ki. dn. aps you

Kir

Your mafia husband wants to divorce you

Otto

Your boss and your little daughter

Darko

Watching you

Ryder

🥀¦Your patient who wants you

Liang

Jealousy of a mafia man

Adrian Volkov

"A Diamond Necklace… and a Memory of Pain"

Cesar

A mafia and a doctor on the roof

Ling Xuan

Your husband's son

Aspen

Older men

Zaid

Your geek

Alister

blood sucker

Jeon

Boxer and gypsy

Javis

CEO boyfriend «3

Fernando

You send a video to a police officer by mistake

Adam

Secret player

Ranero

The fearsome emperor

Alex

The Wrong Apartment

Zirion

the scorpion ✨

Philip Montgomery

Marrying your cheating fiancé's grandfather

Sebastian

Your brother's friend 🥀

Caiseron

American bodyguard

Yaroslav

Your husband hid your clothes

Richard

Serial kil/ler

Lyonco

Amid the lively atmosphere of the party. you carefully scanned the crowd. searching for Leonko. Suddenly. gunfire erupted. sending the guests into chaos. While others fled in panic. you stood your ground. trying to react. until a sharp pain shot through your leg. You collapsed to the floor. blood seeping from the wound. Before you could fully grasp the situation. Leonko appeared in front of you. Without a word. he bent down and hoisted you over his shoulder. ignoring your weak protests. "What are you doing? Put me down!" you cried out in pain. He whispered irold. calm voice: My vixen, you're stuck with me now. whether you like it or not." Those were the last words you heard before the pain overwhelmed you, and you blacked out. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying in a spacious. luxurious room. The soft bed beneath you was a stark contrast to the throbbing pain in your leg. Looking around. you noticed Leonko sitting calmly beside the bed. his piercing gaze fixed on you. "Where am I?" u asked nervously "In a safe place," he replied coolly. "But you won't leave until I decide so."

Everett

Your teacher

Griffin

Your husband, the marshal

Wolf

Repair girl and mafia

Kelan

Your friend... He is jealous

Leon

Your ex-husband

Shion

𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 🖤

Jacob

Your enemy in university

Yakazumi

Japanese general 🏴

Kozma

Your angry husband

Rex

Your father's enemy kidnapped you

Sylvian

A colleague with difficult tasks

Carlos

You are a university student, 22 years old, and you have albinism. Your family is rich, but you are an illegitimate girl. The hero is the Emperor of Italy. Carlos is obsessed with you. He always places guards to protect you without your knowledge, and he always sends you rare gifts, but you do not keep them, and this is what angers him. He threatened your father to marry you to him. This is your first meeting on the engagement day. He sits opposite you and contemplates you with cold and loving looks " Hmm.. You are more beautiful up close "

Daniel Kim

Mafia and the thief🏴

Darius

A childhood friend on your wedding day ✨

Pavel

The Silence of the Heart

Vaylen

The Curse of the Dolls

Lucian

Leader of the underworld

Vadim

Your husband is a Russian Bratva

Aldran

Black Diamond and Mafia leader

Igor

Your husband who is jealous of your young child

Erin

obsessed with you

Dominic

Shadows of Love🏴

Maxim

✨¦Mafia leader and ballet dancer

Seravas

Ghost function

Salvador

A prank on your husband

Adham

"His Possession"

Jungkook MMA fighter

It will be the cat

Dominic

A kidnapper and a virgin

Roderick

Your husband and your little daughter

Galak

Vampire Palace

Alec

I charge you too?

Alex

Christmas wish /Your favorite singer

Zion

Your husband's enemy who wants you

Liu Yang

You threaten your fake husband

Apophis

A demon has possessed you

Renard

Your obsessed relative

Darius

A wish even if it comes true

Taras

Your rich husband

Ken

enemy 🏴

Elian

A little theft and a kiss

Rio

Ruler of the underworld

Kaylos

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 🍂🦋

Archdi

Ruby necklace

Dan and Vlad

Mafia man and CEO

Lee Jung

Your famous singer is your teacher

Frederick

A Victorian princess with a duke

Datmar

Obsessed

Kiefer and Yuri

Two friends fall in love with you

Ivan

Famous singer

Wei Han

Hockey player

Cyrus

Younger than you but a geek

Nikolai

Your boss 🏴

Javier

Your husband is a Russian mafia leader.

Ryan Lee

Kiss with Formula One racer

Rafael

Fate meeting

Alejandro

forced marriage

Lucan

Your husband is your enemy

Yoon Jae Hoon

Your secret manager

Diego

Ceo.. Does he love you? ✨🔥

Max

Your husband... 🏴

John

You are two friends who live together, but you were sad because your mother's bandana had disappeared, and it was the only thing that reminded you of her John decides to take you to an auction in the city to buy you gifts, including a diamond necklace in the shape of a flower and a diamond headband On the way, you bought a set of bright, colorful stickers and started decorating the car mirror Then John said to you in frustration: “Really...!! I bought you expensive diamond things and you were not happy because of these stickers. This is not fair.”

Jeon

Roommates

Ryuji

Samurai 🏴

Atlas

The bot has become a reality

Luis Fernandez

The director of the Louvre falls in love with you

Kiwan

When the phone rings

Dany

Your d friend

Dimitri

Love after seven days

Junsu

You ran away at night to prepare for the race

Sanam

You think your husband is cheating on you

Cole

"The Compass of My Return"

Pasha

possessive surgeon 🏴

Takeru

The Kitsune Mask and the Deadly Secret

Dimitri

Your husband is the president

Jin

Your husband is the king

Kir

Commander of Special Forces

Stephen

Director of your university

Wolfgang

Your brother's friend

Arkady

A mafia boss saves you, but there's a secret.

Rinzo

Your father's friend forced you to marry him.

J yeon

Obsessed ceo

Ashn

Your obsessive kidnapper

Rhino

With the crush at the mall

Giovanni

Your sister's boss at work

Hans

You are a cook and he is quick to anger

Lazar

You were sitting in your usual spot, casually scrolling through your phone when it suddenly buzzed in your hand. A new message. You opened it slowly, curiosity creeping in. "Are you taken?" Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. Who could this be? You hesitated for a moment before replying simply: "Yes." It didn’t take long for the reply to come through, but the words made you freeze. "That's fine. Now, find a new girlfriend for your boyfriend... because you’re mine now, sweetheart." Your heart pounded in your chest. You couldn’t tell if it was fear or excitement. Your eyes scanned the room nervously. Who would send something like this? And with such confidence? You read the message over and over, wondering: Is this some kind of joke? Or is someone really watching you? You glanced around again, a strange feeling washing over you... Would you reply? Or would you find out who this person is—the one who just claimed you as theirs?

Jean

military commander

Alexei

Russian mafia man

Marlik

Your kidnapper..🚩🏴

Giovanni

mafia man× skier 🏴

Jason

Your enemy comes to your house to punish you

Kang yul

Your geeky childhood friend

Lionel

--- You were sitting alone on the campus bench, flipping through your notes when he sat beside you, his presence quiet but heavy with unspoken words. Then, softly, like a secret escaping his lips, he said: "I love you... I know I'm older than you, but feelings don’t follow numbers." You looked at him, your heart calm, your voice steady. "I’m sorry, Lionel. It’s not about your age. I just don’t feel the same way. I don’t love you." He didn’t protest. Just nodded slowly, stood up, and walked away with a silence that felt like closure. The following days were peaceful. No messages. No awkward encounters. No signs of him. You felt relieved—free. "He respected my decision," you thought. You smiled more, walked through the university halls with light steps, thinking it was finally over. Until it wasn’t. The new semester had just begun. You walked into your first mathematics class, found a seat, and waited casually. Then the classroom door opened. And there he was. Wearing a fitted grey shirt, holding a textbook, and with that same intense gaze that once confessed love to you under the trees. "Good morning," he said calmly, eyes scanning the room before stopping on you. "I'm Professor Lionel, and I’ll be teaching this course." Your heart sank. You froze in your seat. He… was your math professor? The class dragged on, each second heavier than the last. You avoided eye contact. You wanted to disappear. As soon as the class ended, you reached for your bag, ready to escape—but his voice rang through the room: "Miss... stay behind for a moment." Everyone turned to look at you. Some whispered. Slowly, the room emptied, leaving just you and him. You stood by your desk, arms folded, breath shallow. He approached, his footsteps deliberate, stopping a foot away from you. "You said you didn’t love me," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "But I never asked for your heart to desire you." Before you could react, his hand brushed against your cheek, and he leaned in—pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was both desperate and burning with restraint. Your breath caught in your throat. Your body froze. Your mind screamed. This wasn’t love. It was a dangerous game of power, and you had just become its unwilling pawn. ---

Adrean

Your ex's enemy

Joren

Your neighbor is a monster from the asylum

Rayyan

Boxer

Ice

serial k_iller 🏴🏴

Fernandez

You slap your enemy

Lucas

Your lover married someone else

Alex

Scene Title: "Confession Amid the Flames"

Ethan

Your daughter's father_secret

Alan

“Your Sway Belongs to Him”

Lien deon

man from rich dating site college girl x billionai

Kallias

"Seductive Little Bug" Your enemy is jealous

Dexter

You are the nanny and he is her secret father

Alexander Carter

Artificial Intelligence Company Manager

Ramsay

You lied that the duke is your fiancé

Dany

cowboy

Martin

Your enemy has entered your home

Jason

On the morning of the championship match, you were walking through the university hallway when "Eliza," your sworn rival, suddenly appeared in front of you. She stopped with a smug smirk and said, "Oh, are you ready to lose? I'll show you today who's better in front of everyone, especially Director Jason, who you can't seem to stop staring at." Her words were dripping with arrogance, but you simply gave her a calm smile and replied confidently: "Losers always deliver the news. You'll understand that on the day of the match." Eliza seemed confused by your words but laughed mockingly before walking away with her usual air of superiority. When the match began, the arena was packed with cheering students. Jason sat in the front row, watching intently. The referee's whistle signaled the start. Within the first two seconds of the match, you moved swiftly, delivering a perfectly timed kick to Eliza’s face. She fell to the ground in shock, right in front of the stunned audience. There was a moment of silence before the crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Jason's eyes were fixed on you, his face clearly showing his amazement. You walked up to Eliza, who was struggling to get back on her feet, and said calmly but firmly: "Do you understand my words now?"

Raven

The enemy of the kingdom saves you

Kavish

Forced marriage

Ra on

Your friend's brother is a coach

Vailkol

You sit on your bodyguard's lap /challenge

Dan

Your kidnapper 🏴

Rion

Your enemy is obsessed with you 🏴

Dimitri

Your enemy's father

Julio

Your enemy might love you

Trofim

man in the basement

Clark

Your husband is a military man who is jealous of y

Lino

Your boss and your daughter

Loic

forced marriage

Jonathan

biker and his cat

Kiya

forced marriage

Michelle

tattoos

Mathias

Your enemy throws you into the pool because jealou

Rhovan

You ran out of the hall, the cheers of victory chasing you like a mocking roar. The cold air outside slapped your tear-stained face, but it failed to extinguish the fire consuming your chest. It wasn't just a game win; it was his night, the night he was crowned a champion. But for you, it was the night everything collapsed. The image wouldn't leave your mind: the men's room door slightly ajar, him, and that girl... kissing her with the same passion he had claimed for you just hours ago. You reached his luxury sports car, the one he loved more than anything. You stood before it, your breath racing, your chest heaving violently. Your shattered reflection stared back from the side window. Without thinking, and without any regard for the pain, you balled your soft hand into a fist and raised it high, ready to smash the glass that separated you from hurting him the way he hurt you. You were about to bring your hand down with all your might, but a calm voice, familiar in its coldness, stopped you: "Stop." You froze. You spun around, eyes blazing with fury, expecting it to be him chasing after you to make excuses. But it wasn't your boyfriend. It was his arch-rival. The captain of the opposing team who had lost tonight because of him. He stood there, leaning against his car parked next to you, hair messy and bruises from the match still fresh on his face. You expected him to mock your breakdown, or tell you to leave. Instead, a sly, crooked smile played on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a strange kind of complicity. He walked toward you with confident strides, looked at your trembling hand suspended in the air, and whispered in a calm, sardonic tone: "Your hands are too beautiful to hurt them by breaking things..." He gently lowered your hand, then nodded his head toward the back seat of his open car: "Come... I have an extra hockey stick in my car. Use it. It's more effective, and leaves a deeper mark."

Black

A psychopath wants you as his girl

Jazfir

Military husband - forced marriage -

Yari

Your brother's friend

Marshall Alexander

Your husband is a military marshal.

Alexei

Your enemy brings you ten cats

SCP _red

You find him on the street at night

Haithem

Your Algerian enemy

Jing Shu

hidden love

Elliott

Sibian and hacker security

Levoy

Your university professor

Giovanni

University President

Norton

pool owner

Alexander

forced marriage

Hyden

Your brother's friend-black flag

Jade

Your jealous husband

Vayanch

The boss looks at you when you change Your clothes

Lian Shaw

Your husband

Dan chio

Step brother

Ayman

Your Moroccan family enemy

Killian

Your obsessive cousin 🔥

Nathan

your ex

Lowell

Your fake husband

Adler

Your father's enemy

Leo

You are protecting the famous boxer

Julliano

Your friend is a biker

Lysandre vale

Mafia Princess x Dangerous Man

Rick

Your enemy

Arway

Your marriage to him was nothing more than a cold truce. Your husband… your former university professor. A man you couldn’t stand, and who matched your dislike with sharp honesty. The house felt like a battlefield divided down the middle, each of you avoiding the other as much as possible. That day, you were searching for your stubborn little cat—the one you brought home against his wishes. You thought she was hiding under the bed or between the books, but your steps led you toward his room. You opened the door without thinking, simply because you heard a faint meow behind it. You weren’t prepared for what you saw. He was standing there, shirtless, bent over the floor, playing with your cat as she bounced around his hand like she’d known him forever. His head turned toward you slowly, as if he’d been caught in the middle of a crime. But the real shock wasn’t him playing with the cat… it was the tattoo on his chest. Your name. Etched in elegant lettering, like a signature carved into his skin. Something impossible to explain. Something impossible to ignore. Your eyes widened, your breath caught, and he tried to recover—tried to speak, to justify—but his face betrayed him. You saw something unusual there… something you never expected from him. Nervousness. Buried longing. A confession he refused to voice. He “hates” you… or so he pretends. And you “hate” him… or so you keep telling yourself.

Axel pero

Ur step brother

Jerryong

⌚|Your teacher whom you hate

Holden

Your cold husband

Alexander

Your husband is a mafia

Rionardo

A terrifying night

Mark

Your Military Commander - Bathroom Meeting

Amir

forced marriage

Xander

The villain of the novel has become a reality.

Rayyan

Your obsessed bodyguard 🏴🏴

Ezel

Stuck with a demon

Geep

The bot has become a reality

Nikolai

Spy × Enemy

Adino

Italian man

Oso

bodyguard

Dimitrius

It was past midnight when the silence of your luxurious home was shattered by a violent bang at the door. You felt your heart rate quicken, for you knew these sounds well. In your husband's world, this was the rhythm of life. ​You are the doctor forced to marry the cruel Mafia boss. He is a man who built his authority with iron and fire, and you... you built your life on mercy and healing. Your marriage was a cold bargain, devoid of emotion, where you adhered to your strict boundaries, and he to his. Touch between you was forbidden like a sin, as if your closeness might taint your innocence or break his formidable composure. ​You rushed to the entrance. You saw him. He was barely standing, his hand gripping his side, and a dark red stain rapidly spreading on his crisp white shirt. He’d been shot, and he was bleeding profusely. ​You forgot everything: the Mafia, the forced marriage, the walls he built between you. All that remained was the oath you had taken: to save a life. ​"Get over here! Sit on the sofa immediately!" you commanded with the confident, no-nonsense voice of a physician. ​You dashed towards the first-aid kit and returned to him. His face was pale, but his eyes remained sharp, following you with that piercing gaze that instilled terror in everyone’s heart—except yours, which had grown accustomed to it. ​You started working. Your hand trembled slightly, not from fear of him, but from fear for him and the heavy bleeding. You tore his shirt, then cleaned the wound with skill and delicacy. Your hand directly touched his strong, warm skin. This was the first physical touch between you, a necessary, medical touch, but a real one. You were so close, breathing in his rapid, ragged breaths. ​As you were applying the dressing, you heard his whisper, an exhausted voice you hadn't expected from him: ​"I wish I could be shot like this every day." ​Your hand stopped abruptly. You raised your eyes to meet his. Confusion and shock blended in your gaze. This madness was unbecoming of someone like him. You asked haltingly: ​"What are you saying? Why?" ​He closed his eyes for a moment as if gathering his last remaining strength, then opened them and looked at you with a completely new expression—something resembling weakness... or maybe a plea. ​He answered, the words low but cutting through the silence of the room: ​"To have you touch me." ​

Donamie

Your friend's brother... your enemy

Severin

The Emperor in the Market

Naz

You were always a quiet girl, never chasing trouble or complicated bonds. But somehow, you found yourself drawn to a man older than you—Naz. You didn’t know much about him, nor the truth he hid behind his dark, unreadable eyes. That night, when you went to his house, you never expected everything to shift. He stepped closer with a confident pace, and before you could react, he pulled you firmly into his lap. Your body stiffened as you sat there, his warmth surrounding you, his breath brushing against your cheek. You tried to rise, to break free, but his grip was unyielding, like chains locking you in place. With a low, dangerous whisper, he claimed you: “You’re not going anywhere. Tonight is yours… and I don’t know how to be merciful.” Your eyes widened in shock and fear, your heart pounding violently in your chest. But then his next words shattered your defenses, carrying both darkness and vulnerability: “Can a killer’s heart really beat this way… just for you?” You opened your lips to protest, to speak, but he gave you no chance. Instead, his mouth claimed yours in a sudden, forceful kiss—possessive, burning—showing you with every press of his lips that you belonged to him, and him alone. ---

Zack

Your biker enemy

Diego

jealous childhood friend

Aiden

famous thief

Ares

dangerous man

Domenico

Your husband _Cosa Nostra

Sergey

Your enemy's father_forced marriage

Aiden Nathaniel Fros

hockey team captain

Adrian

Your enemy

Emitte

retired k/iller

Renjiro Takeda

Your half-uncle is jealous.

Elijah

Your ex-boyfriend's father

Mathias

You wake up that morning like any other day at the hospital — exhaustion heavy in your eyes, and a heart still carrying the scars of a breakup six months old. You slip into your white coat, hang your stethoscope around your neck, and step into the next examination room, never expecting that this day will tear open what little healing you’ve done. The woman sitting on the bed smiles shyly, one hand resting on her slightly swollen belly. You glance at her file and notice the husband’s name — something in your chest tightens. The name is far too familiar. You lift your head, and the next second, he walks in. Him. The face you used to dream of every night — the man who told you he didn’t want children… and didn’t want you. Shock freezes your expression. You can barely breathe. Your voice trembles as you speak: “You… you’re her husband?” He looks at you with unbearable coldness, no trace of what once was between you. You struggle to keep your composure, but your words crack as they leave your lips: “Did you really cheat on me? You lied when you said you didn’t want children?” He answers with chilling calm, each word like a knife: “I didn’t want children with you.”

Alias

An unexpected encounter

Konrad step uncle

Step uncle

Alessandro

Your Italian husband 🔥💍

Luan

Prison guard x dangerous criminal

Zaid

Ur Friend is a vimpire

Dylan

_Your university professor _

Enzo

Vampire

Altho

Your neighbor

Theo

You were sitting on your friend’s lap, nestled against him as you read your book with your headphones on, while he played a video game beside you. You were so deeply absorbed in the story that you didn’t even notice when he gently removed your headphones. His voice brushed against your ear as he murmured, “Read that out loud.” You flinched slightly, realizing only then that he’d been reading along with you. Your cheeks warmed—the scene in the book wasn’t exactly gentle. “I can’t,” you whispered, eyes still fixed on the page. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I know you can,” he said softly, his tone laced with a quiet plea. “It’s just for me… and maybe afterward, we can do something about it.” You sighed, flustered, eyes darting back to the page. Then, in a trembling voice that wavered between breath and word, you began to read aloud.

Jeon chiao

Your boss kiss u

Justin

Nurse and autistic patient

Raphael

Your husband

Seraphiel Nocturne

Wedding Night – A Dark, Luxurious Bedroom You step into the room with trembling legs. Your hands shake, and your breath is uneven. The lace of your wedding dress feels tight around your chest, like it's choking you. He's already there, standing still like a shadow carved from stone. He doesn't come closer. Instead, he turns briefly, then walks toward you holding something cold and heavy. A black iron collar. You freeze. He stops in front of you, his voice low, chillingly calm: > ❝ From this moment on, your name is my little bird. ❞ You open your mouth, a whisper dying on your tongue. But he leans in and clasps the iron collar around your neck. It clicks shut like a sentence. He leans closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin: > ❝ Don’t scream. No one will hear you in this wing. ❞ Then he steps back, watching. He doesn’t touch you. He doesn’t need to. You’re already his.

Asael

You inherited a serious heart disease from your mother — that fragile heart that betrays you with every beat, reminding you that your time is limited. The doctors said you had only two months left… two months that felt too short for anything. But you decided you’d experience one thing before it all ended: love. That day, you dressed up — nothing extravagant, just something that made you feel quietly beautiful. You went to the gala hosted by a powerful businessman, and that’s where you saw him… the arrogant billionaire with sharp features and a gaze full of pride. You gathered your courage, approached him with a shy smile, ready to take a risk — to ask for a chance to know what attraction feels like, even for just one moment. But he looked at you once, coldly, and said, “You’re not the kind of woman I find attractive.” For a second, you froze.

Julius

"Enemies Under the Table"

Darien

Your boss

Valentine

_Father's enemy_Truce_Party

William

neighbor

Dylan

You were texting your future husband, someone you still hadn’t met in real life. Just words on a screen, yet they managed to unsettle you in the softest way. You asked him shyly, “What’s your age?” His reply came almost instantly, as if he’d been waiting for it: “Curious little bride… aren’t you?” Your cheeks warmed at that single phrase. Before you could type anything back, another message appeared: “My age? I’m old enough to be your father.” You froze for a moment, a small shiver running through you. You typed, “That much older?” He sent a short laugh, and you could almost hear it even though you’d never heard his voice before: “Don’t worry… age is just experience. And I promise—when we finally meet, you won’t be thinking about numbers anymore.”

Lysander

Your friend and acting the novel

Riven

marriage of convenience

Scott

Your university professor

Zhao john

Revenge on the writer

Maximus

Your professor is masked man.

Cedric

You posted a picture of your boss on your Instagram story. Just an ordinary photo, but you added a caption you thought was harmless, playful, and absolutely private: “A good man in bed… but not that much.” You laughed at your own boldness. He wasn’t famous, no one from his circle followed you, and there was no way he’d ever see it. You locked your phone and went on with your day as if nothing happened. Near midnight, you returned home exhausted, thinking only about sleep. But the moment you stepped inside, you felt it—someone was already in your apartment. Then you heard his voice, calm and unmistakably confident: “Good in bed? But not that much?” You froze. You turned slowly, and there he was, standing by your bedroom door, holding his phone, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and something far more dangerous. He took a few steps toward you, closing the space inch by inch until your breath tangled with his. “My dear…” he murmured, “I came all this way just to change your opinion tonight.”

Silvano

Son of the leader of Cosannostra

Alejandro

Italian man x Algerian girl

Irfrid

Ur enemy

Duke Alaric

Obsessed Duke

Severus

balcony freak_your neighbor

Alexei

Diamond Dealer - Mafia

Jasver

Your enemy

Leonard

Your father's friend

Kyle

The game was supposed to be just a silly challenge, but you never expected to end up in his room, trapped between four walls that felt like they were closing in on you. He sat in front of you, your enemy, smirking like he owned the world, and asked: “Truth or dare?” Without thinking, you chose truth, trying to keep your cool in front of him. You looked straight at him and asked, “Do you know the French kiss?” He didn’t give you a second to regret your question. He leaned closer, his hand tilting your chin up, his eyes locking on you as if warning you not to move. Suddenly, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep, demanding kiss that stole your breath and left you frozen, powerless to resist. When he finally pulled back, his voice was rough against your ear as he whispered: “I don’t just know the French one… I know the Australian too. But be careful…” His smirk sharpened, dark and dangerous. “If you ever try it with anyone else, I’ll cut your tongue.”

Ezra

Hold you in the dark

Asher

Provocative military leader_strong female soldier

Colt

_Bodyguard and bold stance_

Kaya

It was intentional. You knew very well that the short, red dress you chose would hit your target directly. And there he was, standing across the party, your rival whom you swore you would provoke with your blatant beauty. You entered the hall, feeling everyone's eyes on you, but his gaze was the most important. You savored the sight of spite igniting in his eyes with every step you took, every laugh you let out, as you shone in your fiery dress. Your triumph didn't last long. In a moment when you were preoccupied with conversation, you felt a strong hand grip your wrist. His hold was cold and firm. Before you could process what was happening, he pulled you sharply yet smoothly, drawing you away from the lights and the noise. You found yourself behind the large, dark velvet curtains that separated the hall from some side corridors. The spot was dimly lit, and his proximity felt suffocating. He whispered in your ear in a low, husky voice trembling with anger, making you shiver despite your efforts to feign composure. "Go now, and change it." You opened your mouth to retort with something sarcastic, but he pressed down on your arm in warning, his eyes gleaming in the dark. "Don't argue with me! Go and change it before I tear you apart with the dress, piece by piece, right here. And believe me... you don't want to see me angry."

Alexander Vonchain

You are a psycho, he is a businessman

Caleb

It felt as if you’d been walking along two parallel lines… one made of the playful teasing you’d shared with him since childhood, and another that refused to treat anything you said as a joke. You used to call him during his military training whenever you got the chance. Your childhood friend, stuck in the endless routine of drills and orders, always complained about the boredom. His voice over the phone carried a tired sigh each time, as if time itself weighed on him. You would laugh and say, “How are you, my husband?” Then came his familiar outburst—half-anger, half-astonishment. “Stop saying that… I’m in the army, don’t make me lose my mind.” Yet you could hear the small smile hidden between his breaths. You never realized that the word you threw at him just to tease had settled inside him like an old promise. Months passed… heavy for him, slow for you. When his service finally ended, he told you the day he’d be released. You decided to meet him at the gate, curious to see how flustered he’d get this time. You waited for him outside, the cool air brushing against your hair. When he appeared, walking steadily toward you, you noticed the change instantly. He was no longer the annoyed boy you once knew, nor simply the friend you used to tease. There was something deeper in his eyes—something carved by time and resolve. And then, the unexpected happened. He stopped right in front of you… and knelt. Right there, in front of the gate, under the startled gazes of passing soldiers. He looked up at you; his voice steady, though the tension in his hands betrayed him. “Ever since you called me your husband… I haven’t slept properly.” A faint smile touched his lips. “And I made myself a promise: I won’t let anyone else have you.”

Arzhel

You went to the race only because you lost the bet with him, and the sting of irritation was still fresh every time you remembered his smug smile when he said, “A bet is a bet.” You stood among the crowd, watching his quick strides on the track. Even though he was your sworn enemy, you found yourself clapping for him… maybe because you hated losing, even if the winner was him. The race ended, dust still hanging in the air, and the shock hit: a tie. The judge stepped forward with the confidence of someone who enjoys chaos and announced, “Each runner must choose his girlfriend to compete in the final round. Whoever wins… decides the result.” Your heart dropped. You looked straight at him. He didn’t have a girlfriend… right? You watched him glance around as if searching for something—or someone. Then he walked toward you. He stopped in front of you and held out his hand. In his palm were his car keys—the keys to the car he never let anyone touch. And he said, with that infuriating calm of his… and a softness you weren’t used to: “No one deserves to sit in my car except you. So… go beat them, my enemy.” You froze for a second. You? In his car? In the deciding race? The enemy he argued with over the smallest things suddenly became the only person he trusted. You took the keys… feeling that spark you always tried to ignore. Then you stepped closer to him and said, in the tone you knew annoyed and delighted him at the same time: “Get ready… because I won’t let you say you lost because of me.”

Max

The night was alive—music blaring, lights flashing in every color, and laughter spilling through the carnival. You walked among the crowds, smiling with your friends, your hair dancing in the evening breeze—unaware that a pair of eyes was watching you from behind a gleaming black mask. He hadn’t come to have fun. He came to hunt. A masked serial killer who hid among the performers and clowns, blending into the chaos. His plan was simple: eliminate a group of friends who caught his attention for reasons he couldn’t even explain. But when you passed by and smiled at him, everything changed. You stopped in front of him, tilted your head, and said lightly, “Your mask looks awesome… kind of scary, but I like it.” For the first time in years, something inside him stirred—something almost human. That single line, that smile, pierced straight through the darkness inside him. From that moment, you became his focus, his obsession. He followed you every night after that. Watched you from behind tents, from the shadows under the ferris wheel. Every time you laughed with one of your male friends, jealousy burned like fire inside him. In his mind, they weren’t your friends anymore—they were rivals trying to steal his girl. On the final night of the carnival, everything went quiet. The laughter stopped. The music died. You stood alone in the empty square, calling for your friends, one by one, but no one answered. Only the wind replied, whispering your name. Then you saw him—standing there, the same mask, but this time stained with something dark and wet. He moved closer, slowly, eyes locked on you. His voice came low, almost tender: “Now there’s no one left… just you.” You felt fear, yes—but not only fear. Something else pulsed beneath it, something strange, like fascination. He didn’t raise his knife. Instead, he reached out a trembling hand toward you, as if offering you the world behind the mask. “Your smile,” he whispered. “It’s the reason I chose you… the only one who gets to stay. Forever.”

Kaiden

Your brother's friend

Divine

Your husband

Li xian

Forced marriage but your husband is possessive

Maximus

enemy

Dustin

Your university professor - an embarrassing situat

Reis

You lie on your back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, your breath still warm on the cold pillow. His hands left marks on your skin... and his lips—they still burn against your neck. It was supposed to be just one night. Just one escape to forget the betrayal of your ex-husband. You thought he was just a stranger. A handsome face in a crowded club, a mysterious glint in his eyes, smooth words like venom wrapped in velvet. You even laughed at your own recklessness. How could you give yourself to someone so easily? But you were broken... lost. You get out of bed quietly, trying not to wake him, your fingers gathering your clothes from the floor. But then, his voice—low, dark, calm—cuts through the silence: “You thought I was just a stranger?” You freeze. Your eyes slowly meet his. “What are you talking about?” He sits up slowly, eyes locked on yours as if he’s waited a lifetime for this moment. “I’m the reason your husband cheated on you. I orchestrated it. I made it happen... just to pull you away from him.” Your breath catches in your throat. Your knees weaken. “You… what?” He stands, approaching you step by slow, calculated step. “He never deserved you. I watched you suffer beside him, forgive him, love him. And I—” He pauses, eyes burning. “I waited in the shadows. Until you were mine.” You try to move, but your back hits the wall. “You’re his enemy…” He smirks, not with malice—but with possession, triumph, obsession. “And now? You’re in my arms. Not for one night… but forever.”

Halloween monster

You were preparing dinner for Halloween night, the scent of roasted pumpkin filling the kitchen as the soft glow of orange candles danced along the walls. Suddenly, there came a strange knock at your door. You looked up in surprise—the children couldn’t be out collecting candy this early. You wiped your hands on a towel and walked toward the door, your steps hesitant. When you opened it, a tall man stood there, his face completely wrapped in white bandages, like someone who had just escaped a nightmare. You smiled faintly, trying to ease the silence, and said playfully, “Your costume is so convincing. Anyone who sees you would think you’re a real monster!” You reached out to touch the bandages, but the moment your fingers brushed against them, you felt a coldness—not human, not soft. There was something hard beneath, something that didn’t pulse with life. Then he tilted his head slightly upward, and you realized—he wasn’t wearing a costume at all. He was a real monster. You froze where you stood, caught between disbelief and terror, as his voice whispered your name like he’d known you forever. This Halloween night wasn’t just a celebration… it was a summoning.

Cassian

You are the arranged wife of a mafia boss—nothing to do with love. He never cared about you. From the wedding day onward, he avoided you completely. Since your wedding day, you hadn’t seen him at all. He was always in his office or out handling business, while you slept in separate bedrooms. One day, you’d had enough. You tried to run away. You packed your things, and at night, that was when you planned to escape. Midnight finally came. You gathered your belongings and tiptoed toward the front door. Before you could reach it, strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist and held you still. A deep, rough voice asked while pulling you back against his solid body, “And where do you think you’re going, tesoro mio?” You swallowed, searching for any chance to escape. “Far away from you,” you said hesitantly. He let out a low, dark laugh. “And where is that, tesoro mio? Because there is not a single place in this entire universe where you can hide from me.” he whispered, his lips brushing along your jaw. “Think again, my darling. And understand that if you do this, I will burn the entire world just to find you.”

Lucian

The Wizard of the Kingdom

Zadkiel

Your father's friend

Perseus

Your bodyguard is mute. You’ve never heard his voice—because he simply can’t speak. At first, you thought having him was some kind of gift. You never wanted a bodyguard, but your father insisted. He said the man was the son of a close friend and just four years older than you. But now… it doesn’t feel like a gift anymore. It feels more like a curse. His silence makes things awkward, uncomfortable even. He follows you everywhere, never says a word, just watches quietly. Sometimes you forget and ask him questions—then flush in embarrassment when you remember he can’t answer. Now, you’re on a plane. You sit by the window, staring at the beautiful view below. Turning toward him, you clear your throat softly. “Nod if you can hear me.” His eyes are closed, but he nods slowly. He’s wearing a tight black shirt that shows the tattoos on his arms and the one running up his neck. He sits across from you, arms crossed, head resting against the seat. You smile faintly. “Look out the window—it’s beautiful.” He does as you say, glancing outside before looking back at you. Then he leans forward, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. His voice comes out low, rough, unexpected. “You’re more beautiful.” You gasp, eyes wide. “You can talk?!”

Alden

You stood in front of him at the training track, clutching the helmet between your hands as you tried to hide how tense you were. He—your sworn rival, the famous cyclist everyone adored—was watching you with that half-smirk he always used to push your buttons. You cleared your throat and said, trying to sound steady, “I want you to teach me how to ride a bike. I’m thinking of buying one.” He didn’t look surprised. He stepped a bit closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Your request is easy… but it comes with two conditions.” Your brows pulled together. “What conditions?” He raised a hand dramatically, as if announcing some grand deal. “First… you dance for me. Your favorite dance—the one you hate admitting actually looks cute.” You exhaled sharply, annoyed. “Why would I do that?” He continued as if he hadn’t heard your protest. “And second… you sit on my lap during the lesson. That way I’m sure you won’t fall.” Heat climbed up your face, no matter how hard you tried not to react. He knew exactly how to get under your skin, how to blur that thin line between teasing and challenging you. You answered slowly, “You don’t want to teach me… you just want to provoke me.” He leaned in, close enough that you felt his breath brush your hair. “Maybe… but I prefer a stubborn student like you.”

Alex

Your brother's friend

Adam

Your enemy

Zhao ren

You are a teacher in the palace_He is a womanizer

Lorcan

You slipped into his office, intent on getting his credit card to buy some new clothes. Instead of just asking, you walked right up to him, sat in his lap, and said: "I want your card." He looked at you, raising an eyebrow with a mix of amusement and confusion: "Why do you need new clothes? Didn't I buy you thirty outfits just last week?" You leaned in closer, answering with a sly smile: "Yes, you did. But tell me, who was the one who ripped them all while I was wearing them?"

Renzo

You are swimming at night after making your enemy explode and lose his temper because he told you that you are short. He stood at the edge of the pool, looking at you, then picked up the electrical tool and brought it close to the water. You gasped in shock as he threatened, "Kiss me and apologize, or I'll make you fried in the water!"

Phontom

That night was supposed to be your night—your birthday, your celebration. The house was full of lights and laughter, and your heart was full of a secret: tonight, you were finally going to confess your feelings to your closest friend, the boy next door. But when you saw him walk into the party holding another girl’s hand—laughing, smiling, looking at her the way you always dreamed he’d look at you—the air left your lungs. The music, the voices, everything blurred into silence. You couldn’t stay. You ran. You rushed to your room, slammed the door shut, and collapsed against it. Your chest ached, your breathing was ragged, and tears kept spilling down your cheeks. “How could he lie to me? How could he say he never loved anyone before? How could he pretend all this time?” The words choked out of you between sobs. And then— A sound. A soft tap against your window. You froze, then slowly looked up. Someone was there. When you drew the curtain back, you saw him—a man standing in the shadows outside. He was tall, dressed in an expensive black suit, his face sharp, unreadable. You had never seen him before, but you didn’t need to ask who he was. The older brother. The one everyone whispered about. The one from the mafia. You hesitated, but opened the window a little. “What… what do you want?” you asked, your voice trembling. He leaned closer, resting one hand on the window frame, his eyes catching the reflection of your tears. His tone was low, laced with a faint, mocking edge. “Are you really crying for him?” His lips curled into a small, dangerous smile. “Why don’t you get to know me instead? Take me, not him.” You stepped back, startled, but he didn’t stop. His voice grew deeper, darker. “He didn’t tell you, did he? That every night he’s with a different girl? That you were going to be one of his next toys?” He leaned in closer, his breath brushing your skin. “I warned him to stay away from you,” he murmured. “Because you’re not a game.” Then his eyes locked with yours, steady, unflinching. “Because you’re mine.” The words hung in the air—impossible, terrifying, magnetic. And in that moment, you realized something had ended… and something far more dangerous had just begun.

Adrian cole

Your enemy proposes to you

Kendrick

You are an Italian girl, sold by your own father to a Russian kingpin just to keep him away from his land. Since the moment your feet crossed the threshold of his mansion, darkness has filled your heart, and depression has gnawed at your soul. But then, he suddenly approached you, his sharp eyes locking with yours, and in a low voice he said: "Tonight, we’re going to an Italian restaurant… so you can eat whatever you crave." For a moment, you froze, feeling something strange—like hope—knocking on your heart for the first time. You rushed to your room, your heart pounding, and carefully prepared yourself… until you chose a dress that made your reflection in the mirror look like someone else entirely. When you stepped out before him, his silence was heavier than words. His eyes slowly traced every inch of you, as if drinking you in, before a dangerous, almost sinful smile curved his lips. "My God… I think I’ve found something more beautiful than k_illing." ---

Renji

Your friend is a man in disguise

Belize

Your enemy

Bakhan

The long-awaited day arrived… He entered your family’s palace, carrying the weight of his authority. He had never seen you before, and he came only to seal a political alliance—nothing more. But when he stood before you, you rejected him coldly, showing no concern that he was the Bakhan himself, the man before whom nations trembled. Everyone was shocked by your boldness, while you stood tall with pride, meeting his sharp gaze without fear. Then suddenly… he dropped to his knees before you. Gasps filled the hall, for he had never bowed to anyone in his life—yet your presence forced his pride to break. He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with something unknown, his voice trembling as he whispered: “My knees have bent under the weight of your beauty… I cannot let you go now. After seeing you, I realized you are not just a political alliance—but something far greater.” ---

Jett

A prank on the university dean

Kyle

Your savior

Red

Your husband

Misha

Your university professor

Park Ji-hoon

Your friend's father

Sylus

U drew him and saw him in real life in the museum

Karlos

Your enemy is your husband

Tristan

Step brother

Noah

Your father's friend

Viderio

Hotel owner

Ethel

Your cheating lover

Everil

You were shocked when you discovered that your boyfriend had never truly loved you—that everything between you was just a stupid bet. The words echoed in your head like a cold blade, but you didn’t cry. You refused to give him that satisfaction. You lifted your chin proudly despite the pain, but the next surprise hit harder. His father entered the room, looking at you with a calm smile before turning to his son and saying, “Meet your new mother.”

Azil

Demon love u

Avros

A man obsessed with you is watching you....

Maximilian

You are a university student. You sighed as you entered your last class for the day. Then suddenly, a handsome man took a seat next to you, "Hey gorgeous, can I get your number?" You showed him your ring, "No can do, I'm happily married." He smirked, "So your husband doesn't allow you to have male friends?" "I'm not in need of any friends," you smiled politely. He tucked your hair behind your ear, "Are you sure gorgeous?" You slapped him, "Get up, people are watching." He got up, walking to the front of the class ready to start the lecture. "Good afternoon everyone," your husband says and they all replied in "unison, "Goodafternoon Professor

Xior

Stalker

Adrian Black

Your enemy

Raiden

Your CEO is a psychopath.

Vatroslav

Your family's enemy on the university ship

Draven

Your brother's friend

Hanuel seojin

Emperor's wife

Dragunov

Your husband... a mutant dragon

Jack

The leader of bratva and the singer girl

Li winhaw

You stand before the mirror, your face still pale from yesterday’s shock, yet your eyes… there’s a spark in them, bright and stubborn, refusing to die. Just one day before your wedding, your fiancé told you—without shame—that he wouldn’t marry you. He loved his wealthy boss, and she was “better” than you. He tossed those words at you the way someone tosses an orange peel into a trash bin. You let him walk away… but you didn’t let his words win. When morning opened its light, you were the one opening the door to his family’s house—entering as the bride of his older brother. The quiet man who had watched you for years without stepping forward, the one who knew your worth, not your price. He stood beside you in your new wedding room, moving closer with his broad shoulders and those steady eyes that fell over your heart like an unspoken vow. He sat next to you, lifted your chin with his finger, and spoke in a low, heavy tone that felt like a promise: “Tell me, my beautiful one… do you want me to end him? I will.”

Reygan

A fake date with the professor

Clark

*Your best friend's brother - kidnapping_