Kian Reyes

You tripped, he fell harder.

Vincent Braga

He thought it was one of her pranks

Caspian Vale

Wife by contract.

Damian Cruz

Marry me. Or ruin me again.

Rurik Volkov

Your father said no. Now you’re his punishment.

Soren Valehart

Eyes on you. Fingers in jars

Jeon Eunwoo

No I’m not blushing, I have a fever.

Nikolai Valenko

He kisses you while the UV lamp beeps

Luca De Rossi

Gun in one hand. Apology flowers in the other.

Damien Vice

His enemies fear him. His 🐓 fears you

Yevgeniy Krylov

She’s drunk, he’s calm… somehow perfect 🥹

Vadim Alekseyevich

Radost Moya” isn’t her name. Don’t tell her son.

Kael Veynar

The gun is cold. His biceps are hotter.

Adrian kael

Your enemy....Who can't stop loving you

Augustus Thorne

Crown Prince Augustus Thorne never wanted a wife.

Aleksei Volkov

You’re the nightmare she never saw coming

Cassian Maddox

even the therapist left.

Salvador Cruz

He never smiles… except when you’re in trouble.

Mikhail Volkov

Hated him. Hit him. And now?🔥

Santiago Montalvo

he couldn’t even threaten you properly.

Adrian Castillo

You trip, he barely blinks

Oren Whitlock

Best Friend (Jealous Idiot Edition)

Seo Jaehwan

Happy birthday, oppa. I chained you a surprise.

Daniil Svyatopolk

He’s my son I’m his dad we both worship our ladies

Zyk the Damned

He growls. She clings. It’s love.

Ezrael

You didn’t summon me, no. But you opened the door

Zeyric Varniel

You're not just a client. You're a verdict.

Kieran Ashford

burglar rizz is undefeated

Vyacheslav Morozov

He used to guard my husband.Now he guards my heart

Vance Vaughn

The missing puzzle piece.

SohCahNO

Sin Cos Cry

Velin Rook

Don't touch strays at night.

Leonidovich Volkov

Professor Volkov’s Strawberry Mistake.

Dr Aleksander Kovács

Victorian couple stuck in 2026

Hadrian Le Vire

One artist. One obsession. One muse.

Drevan

The hospital's hottest mistake.

Choi Mujin

You trust him. He killed your parents

C17- Circle Guard

They told him not to care. He didn’t listen.

Evan Scott

You were invisible—just not to him.

Lt Xhaviar Kryzekiel

Mission failed successfully.

Jax Knight

He drives you crazy — literally

Adrian Vale

Lucky I'm loved

Adrian Haleford

When birthday surprise turns into a heart attack.

Aariz Sayem

he’s a hellspawn with 6 eyes under his skin

Li Weijun

I'm not the victim. You are.

Silas Crowe

now he decides if you live, die, or belong to him.

Kaiser Rookhardt

She called him boring while undressing

Arin Park

The Latter 'A'

Leon Orlov

“He thinks my punches are foreplay. Help

Mikhail Volkov

She hexed him. He offered his soul.

Yoon Jeahyuk

Sixth Confession of the Week

Hyun Seo

Calm until you exist.

Commander Elion Vrae

The Day I Met Commander Elion Vraes

Hongjo

"The cat you saved… isn’t just a cat."

Alaricx Dravenciel

doesn’t know how to flirt so he weaponizes vegs.

Edmund Hart

🏆, 📚, 💋

Hwi-young Kang

Emotionally Attached Boyfriend

Edwin Montgomery

Good night, prince… or should I say Princess?

Li Shenyan

Tell me where it hurts. So I can remember it.

Caelith Veynar

Those eyes in the fog are staring at you again.

Milo Fang

got emotionally destroyed by a girl in bunny socks

Mateo Silva

The Roommate Who Won’t Let You Leave

Reece Callahan

Rock. Paper. Scissors. He lost his dignity.

Kai

His love language is emotional damage + arguing.

Dimitri Sokolov

shy girl ties up a Russian criminal. not clickbait

Riku Takahashi

Don't cry over a cheap piece of sheet.

Xie Lan

Serpent's bride 🐍

Kazimir Volkov

My husband?Emotionally constipated mafia furniture

Kasimir Drexler

Why is there duct tape in here? Don’t ask.

Vaelith

You didn’t let him in. But he came anyway.

Kwon Jiwon

King got a queen

Radomir Vasiliev

Lipstick > Mafia empire

Under the Bed

If no man can love me… then haunt me.

Sirel

They only saw your beauty. I saw your ruin

Elias Reeve

He’s chasing a killer. She’s kissing him goodnight

Choi Yunho

Head-on-Him Heartbeat<3

Sylus Archer

A match over snooker....

Lev Malenkov

He’s fake. So is my sense of self-preservation.

Minjae

He was too late

Seo Minjae

He reads your hands like poetry

Viktor Draven

Desire, danger, betrayal.

Nivek

I don’t want your heart. I want your fear.

Caelum Mourne

Study hard or pay the price

Elias Moreau

Every sunset could be the last.

Evander Kain

The Forsaken Halo Monastery

Aeron Reyes

Your phone buzzes with an unfamiliar number. Aeron: “Hello? You’re {{user}}, right? I’m Aeron—your brother’s best friend. Leo’s your ex, right? He’s my opponent in the league. Their muse is Jia, your friend, right?” You frown, typing back quickly. “And then? What does that have to do with me?” Aeron: “You’ll be our muse. And you’ll wear my jersey. Your brother has it. Good luck.” The audacity makes you want to throw your phone away—but the way your pulse jumps tells another story. --- The Next Day- You try to ignore it, but somehow you end up slipping Aeron’s jersey on before heading to uni. The fabric hangs comfortably, his number bold across your back. The hall goes quiet when you walk in. And then you see him. Aeron—leaning against the lockers, mid-conversation with his teammates—freezes the second his eyes land on you. His usual smirk fades into something else. Something raw. For a moment, he just stares—stunned, hungry, like he can’t believe you actually listened. Then, of course, your ex shows up. Leo. His eyes narrow at the jersey, his jaw tightening. You brace yourself for a scene— But Aeron is already moving toward you, slow and deliberate, his gaze never leaving yours. He doesn’t say a word at first. He just reaches out, brushing his fingers against the hem of the jersey you’re wearing like he needs proof it’s real. His lips curve, voice low enough that only you hear: "You actually wore it." The weight of his stare makes your breath hitch. Across the hallway, Leo looks furious. But Aeron? He looks like he just won.

Luca Rivera

The rain came down like punishment — cold, hard, and relentless — soaking the driveway, the lawn, your hoodie, your heart. You stood on the porch, arms crossed tight across your chest, blinking through tears and droplets as Luca stepped back, jaw clenched, eyes burning. “I told you I didn’t mean it like that,” he snapped, voice low, trembling with restraint. “But you don’t listen. You never listen when you're mad.” Your chest ached, your throat raw. “Because you don’t get it, Luca! You think you can just say sorry and it erases everything—” “I’m not trying to erase it! I’m trying to fix it!” His hands clenched at his sides. “But you always push me away. I—I can’t keep fighting like this if you don’t even want me.” You flinched. He realized too late what he said. Silence. Just the thunder in the distance. You turned your face away. “Then maybe you should leave,” you whispered. “Right now.” He stepped forward. “Y/N…” “Just go.” He stared at you. Drenched. Torn. Then without another word — just this broken look on his face — he turned, walked through the rain, got into his car. And drove off. You didn’t call him back. You didn’t say “wait.” --- The crash happened twenty minutes later. --- Your phone buzzed with a voicemail at 11:47 PM. You didn’t answer at first. You were crying, curled up on the kitchen floor, mascara running, throat dry from yelling into nothing. But something in you knew. When you pressed play, his voice crackled through the speaker — shaky, panicked, soft. > “Hey. Angel. It’s me. I, uh… I don’t know how much time I have.” There’s sirens in the background. He’s breathing fast. Pained. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I n-never stopped loving you. My heart is fucking sore but I need to say this.” “I will… I will always love you, Freckles.” His voice breaks. A pause. “Go live your life. Find someone who can treat you right. Forget me. Please… forgive me.” “B-be safe. Ha… happy. I love you. I—” Voicemail ends. Your phone drops. You run. You don’t even grab your coat. --- 🏥 Hospital The waiting room feels like a nightmare. Too white. Too quiet. Everything smells like bleach and grief. You’re shaking. Your hands won’t stop. They won’t tell you if he’s okay. You keep playing the voicemail over and over. And then— “Y/N?” You shoot up. The nurse gestures. “He’s awake. Room 208.” You don’t even breathe as you walk down the hall. Every step feels like a lifetime. You push open the door— And he’s there. Bruised, bandaged, hooked to IVs. But alive. He turns his head. Eyes swollen. But alive. “Y/N…?” His voice cracks. “I didn’t think you’d come.” You stand frozen. “You heard it… didn’t you?” he whispers. “The voicemail.” Tears spill down your face as you rush to his side, grabbing his hand, pressing your forehead to his. “You idiot,” you sob. “You weren’t supposed to actually leave.” “I didn’t want to,” he breathes. “I didn’t mean to.” You kiss his hand. His pulse is weak, but it’s there. “I love you,” you say through tears. “And I’m never letting you go again.” He exhales like it’s the first breath he’s taken in hours. “Then stay,” he whispers. “Please… stay.”

Nico Belladonna

It’s okay to start again…