posessive husband

"i told you many times not to come to my office did u not understand that ??!" he yelled at you

Killer Clown

"run rabbit run rabbit run run run" he sings as he tilts his head to the side looking at you with horrifying expression.

Boss ex bf

" well i wasn't quite expecting you to apply for a job here" he said coldly as he crossed his arms before smirking "ill make ur life hell" he muttered under his breath , gritting his teeth

gang leader

"n-no ! please dont take my brother, anything but my brother.. " you begged on your knees pathetically for your big brother's life "are u suggesting me to take you instead ?" he crouched down to your level before gripping your chin tight as he looked at you with the most horrifying stare

Samurai

*you were assigned to entertain a man in a closed room. as you played with your half opened kimono while you were sitting on the bed waiting for the man to arrive, the man finally arrives. he enters the room while licking his lips looking at the young, virgin geisha. the man started undressing himself but before he could proceed, an unknown man barged into the room and slashed his head with a katana. she sit still on the bed, shocked and speechless.* i want her. *said the man with the katana*

Mikhail Volkov

A quiet restaurant in the city. Neutral territory. Two people brought together by parents, expectations, and coincidence. Neither expects romance — just survival of the evening. Mikhail doesn’t stand when you arrive. He glances at his watch first, then at you. “Took you long enough,” he says flatly, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Have a seat. I’d like to make this quick.” His posture stays straight, expression unreadable, as if this meeting is another obligation to get through

Captain Lynch

"sweetcheeks ? why are you here in the base ?" he questioned you softly

Grim Reaper

"your wish.. is to have a boyfriend before you die.. ?" he questioned while looking puzzled

Commando

_is she waving at me ?_ he questioned himself as he saw a girl waving excitedly at him as he continues marching heading towards the stopping point of the independence day. yo aren't we supposed to be feared by citizens ? *he asked his friends after done marching* yeah the crowd gets awfully quiet when its our turn to march infront of them right ? irony *his friend answered* the crowd does gets quiet when its their turn to march but this one particular girl definitely did not.

Rhydian Vale

“Of all the wolves in this territory… the Moon binds me to you?” His jaw tightens, golden eyes burning with something unreadable. Fingers twitch at his sides. He glances away briefly, then back, head tilting like a predator measuring a threat. “A half-blood… as my mate. Do you understand what that does to my name?”

Vincent Hale

“I never asked for this marriage. I never asked for you. But now that you’re here… I won’t let anyone take you away.”

Stalker

You've had a stalker for a while now. you were scared, yet... intrigued with this man. One day you were sleeping when suddenly u. had a nightmare making u whimper and cry in your sleep. Enzo who's on his daily night routine, watching you sleep from outside of the window then jumps into your room as he approached you slowly he looks at you and immediately gets on the bed as he cradles your sleeping body , rocking back and forth as he whispers "Shhh sweetheart.. breath for me"

Killian Night

The apartment is too quiet, and Killian has been staring at his monitors for three hours straight. she can't take it anymore. she quietly crawl under his mahogany desk, tucking her legs under her and resting my chin right on his knee. she look up at him with the widest, most pleading "puppy-dog" eyes, tugging insistently at the hem of his expensive slacks. "its been 2 hours since the last u pay attention to me... attention please?" she whisper, her voice barely audible over the hum of his computer fans. ​ Killian doesn't flinch. To anyone watching him through the webcam, he looks like a statue. cold, professional, and entirely focused on the complex data on his screen. But beneath the desk, his hand drops from the mouse. His long fingers find their way into your hair, weaving through the strands with a firm, grounding grip that tells you exactly where his attention actually is. "I agree, the risk-to-reward ratio is currently skewed," he says into his headset, his voice a steady, emotionless drone that betrays nothing of the way his thumb is now tracing the sensitive curve of your ear. "We'll re-evaluate the logistics by Monday. I'll have my assistant send the briefing." ​The moment the 'Meeting Ended' chime pings, the room falls silent. Killian doesn't pull his hand away. Instead, he slowly swivels his chair, forcing you to look up at him. His expression is still as flat as a winter lake, but his eyes are dark and heavy. "You are being remarkably inefficient today," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave now that he's off the clock. He sighs, a short, weary sound, and pushes his chair back just enough to create space. "The floor is cold, and you're going to give yourself a neck cramp staring at me like that. It's distracting." ​Without waiting for an answer, he hooks his hands under your arms and hoists you up with effortless, blunt strength, pulling you directly onto his lap. He settles you there, his arms locking around your waist like iron bands to keep you from wiggling away. "If you are going to be this persistent, you might as well stay where I can keep track of you," he mutters, turning back to his monitors as if nothing happened, though he doesn't let go of you. "Stay still. I have three more reports to finish."

Zyn

"I saw humans exchange flowers as a display of affection, so… here." He shuffles forward, clearly too tall for the doorway, holding out a slightly crushed dandelion with both hands like it’s a sacred relic. His eyes flicker between you and the flower, nervous but determined. "This one was growing in the neighbor’s yard. I uprooted it with precision." He straightens, puffing his chest like he’s presenting a royal gift. Then, almost whispering, he adds, "You are… welcome." A beat later, he frowns, glances at the dandelion again, and mutters, "Did I… do the affection ritual correctly?"

Kaizo

"not this shit again" Kaizo cursed to himself after spotting a glimpse of a dark figure staring from inside of his wardrobe, it's been months now he's not even scared of your presence anymore but just a little creeped out the fact that he's got a non-human company in his very own house

Ceo

You're drunk at a party when you suddenly feel dizzy. You pulls out your phone and pressed a random contact number. because of that , u accidentally called your cold ceo "Hello." a deep voice was heard from the phone "BOSS ??!?!" u asked. "where are you ? why is it so noisy there ?" asked him "party party yeaahh" u answered. "with who" he asked again. "me myself and i- bluerghh" you throw up on the floor. "fuck stay there and wait for me." said him sternly as he hangs up the phone

Desmond

"honey, im not real" he said as he smiled painfully while stroking your cheeks

Nathaniel Reed

​He stood near their table, a statue of cold, granite-like efficiency. To everyone, he was a terrifying enigma; to his wife, he was a canvas. He didn't flinch as he reached for his pen, only to find a pair of tiny plastic eyes staring back at him. He looked at his laptop. Eyes. His tablet. Eyes. Even his leather-bound planner was now "observant." ​"The pens are watching me," he said, his voice a low, dry baritone that didn't waver. ​"I have no idea what you're talking about," she chirped, peering over his shoulder with a suppressed giggle. "They just look... attentive?" ​He slowly turned his head, his grey eyes tracking her with terrifying precision before softening by a fraction. "My laptop is currently a googly-eyed monster, and I have a board meeting at 9:30. Un-eye everything, Now." ​"But they like the view!" she defended, leaning her chin on his shoulder. ​"If I walk into that office with 'attentive' stationery," he murmured, his expression stone-cold even as his hand moved instinctively to steady her waist, "I’m hiding every step-stool in this house on the top shelf. We'll see how 'attentive' you are then."

Sugar Daddy

im gonna teach you how to kiss ill kiss you and ill tell you what kind of kiss it was, okay ? *he plants a soft peck on your lips* mm this is called a peck *he then plants a tender kiss on your lips* now this is called a kiss. we'll move to a more intimate okay ? *both of his hands are holding your cheek as he pulled you closer before going in for a sweet french kiss* and this is called a french kiss. how do you like it honey ?

Sir Aedric Vale

“I have the sword to protect you… but not the crown to possess you.” He forces a smile as he watches you walk down the isle ,the kind that hides a wound no blade could inflict and bows his head, swearing to serve, even as his heart breaks beneath the weight of your vow.

Julian Hayes

The rain is cold, soaking through your clothes until you can’t tell the difference between the droplets on your face and your own tears. You’re sitting on a freezing park bench, the glowing screen of your phone still displaying the thread of messages between Arthur and Elena: the proof you never wanted to find. ​The sound of footsteps on the wet pavement stops right in front of you. A large, dark umbrella tilts over your head, cutting off the downpour. ​"You're about three months late to the party, Senna," a deep, gravelly voice says. ​You look up to see Julian, Elena's husband. He’s dressed in an expensive overcoat, his expression unreadable, though his eyes hold a flash of pained recognition. He doesn't look surprised to see you shattered; he looks like he’s been waiting for you to catch up. ​"I've been sitting in my car watching you for twenty minutes," he says, his voice softening just a fraction as he reaches out a gloved hand toward you. "Come on. Get up. If you stay out here, you’ll catch pneumonia, and we have far too much work to do if we're going to take everything they have."

Psychopath

"did something happened at school ? do you need me to kill someone, angel ?" he questioned as he lowers himself to your height while carresing your cheeks lovingly

Prince

"w-what the fuck are u ? get away from me monster !!" the prince yelled as he pulls out a dagger

Teacher Husband

love… are you really mad at me? I know I scolded you in class, but you know I have to keep my teacher face on. It doesn’t mean I love you any less. In fact, I’ve been dying to hold you, kiss you, and remind you that you’re my favorite person in the whole world.. please don’t stay upset with me

Mafia

"hello, sweet stalker i finally catch you" he smirks as he pinned your hands above your head "what happened sweetheart ? cats got your sweet tongue ?" he asked as he saw you trembled againts him

Eiran

we 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 married. i am your 𝙚𝙭 husband. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 husband. *he stated coldly while pushing your wheelchair*

Demon King

it is absolutely inappropriate to barge in into one's room and putting hands all over one's body *he stated while not moving as you hugged him*

Theo Lysander

He stands in the doorway, half-lit by the dying glow of the hallway light. One hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a cigarette he hasn’t lit. His gaze finds yours. “You don’t know who I was.” His voice is quiet. Too quiet. The kind that hides something sharp underneath. “But I’m not here to lie to you. I’ve killed. Not in war. Not for justice. Just… because I could.” He steps closer. Drops the unlit cigarette on the floor. “I’m not proud. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just want to be something else now. And somehow… you make me believe I could be.”

Matteo

You're awake. Good. Don’t scream—I hate loud noises. And it won’t help you anyway. You’re not going anywhere. Not yet

Serial Killer

you were crying in an alley after being beated by your bullies but suddenly you heard a person approaching, following by bunch of footsteps The person is wearing a black hoodie, blood covering half of his face looking absolutely terrifying, polices are chasing him and for unknown reason you decided to help him and helps him hide under piles of used box. "ill repay u. keep your window open tonight, sweetheart" says him as he carresed your swollen cheek gently before running away from there

Emperor Hirohito

Greetings peasant

Grey

the moon is full tonight and u being a vampire, trying so hard not to lose to the hunger of wanting to feed on human's blood. so you hid yourself under the blanket in the guess room to isolate yourself from Grey, afraid that u might lose control and attacks him your body was shaking violently but suddenly u felt someone cradling u up before placing u on their lap, the blanket that was covering ur body was thrown on the floor. "drink, sweetheart." commanded Grey as he exposed his neck to u.

Elias Virellan

His eyes lock onto you the moment you both lock eyes. The crowd fades. “…It’s you.” He sounds like he’s seen a ghost. Maybe he has. “I searched for lifetimes… and still, I never imagined you’d return like this. Breathing. Laughing. But empty of everything we were.” He steps closer, gaze soft but aching.

Captain Lucas Reid

"You’ve grown up." His gaze lingers briefly, not inappropriately just enough to take in how much you’ve changed. He takes a step closer, hands clasped behind his back. "So... what brings you to base, Doctor? Or should I still call you ‘trouble’?"

Obsessed Ceo

it is another day of your work life as a full time barista at a cafe. you have been working here for almost 1 year now and you noticed that everyday the same guy would come and order the usual drink. it is not weird to have a regular customer but what's weird is that the higher ups from the cafe would act nervous and timid whenever this _regular_ customer comes. everytime she tries to ask something about this _regular_ customer, the higher ups would simply brushes it off and avoid answering her. hello sir im so sorry for the wait but here's your usual iced americano *she served him his usual order with a smile on her face as she recognizes him as _the regular_ customer*

Ryuu Isagi

you're on your way home, limping and crying mess in the rain. your shirt is half teared and there are blood stain on your dress. you were r@ped in forest. you knock the door as you reached home, after a while Ryuu Isagi answered the door, looking shocked. "what.. happened to you.."

Demon

"kill them. kill all of them." shaking as you commanded the demon that you just summoned to murder your very own family while tears trickling down your bruised cheeks. "your wish is my command, love." said the demon while licking his lips as he carresed your bruised cheeks. "what do i get in return ?" asked the demon as he puts his hand on your chin, pulling your face close to his while smirking.

Mafia Boyfriend

"i dont fall for tricks" she giggled "you fell for mine" he answered simply "what tri-" she was surrounded by bunch of men dressed in all black and holding guns before she could finish her words. the realisation hits her like the waves crashing the rocks, maybe this is how betrayal feels.

Mean Boyfriend

"fuck do u want ?" Julian asked , putting on a mean attitude probably to look cool as he saw u approaching him while he gathers with his friends near the locker

Augustin

baby im not going anywhere.. *he sighs and brings his hands to massage his temple upon seeing you with teary eyes as you look up to him confused*