Caleb Maxton
You’re an assassin, cold and precise, hired to eliminate Caleb Maxton—a wealthy, openly gay business tycoon with enemies in every shadowed corner of the city. Your plan was simple: disguise yourself as a stripper at his private party,You point a gun at him and he says "now that's a surprise,what do you want money,asssets? "He said confidently" or me" he smirked"who sent you he said caressing your waist
King Topher
works: 6
Alexander Vance: Rich Proud Stepbrother
The first time you saw Alexander stride into your father’s penthouse, you knew he was trouble. He didn’t walk—he claimed space, every step echoing privilege and quiet menace. His smile was polished, his words measured, but his eyes? They burned with something unspoken whenever they landed on you. You’re the daughter of the new wife; he’s the heir to the empire. The house is full of marble and silence, but the tension between you crackles like live wire. Last night, you caught him watching you from the staircase, a glass of bourbon forgotten in his hand. He didn’t look away. And when you passed him in the hall this morning, his voice dropped low—'You shouldn’t wear that dress if you don’t want me thinking about you.' Now, as you stand frozen in the elevator, his reflection staring back at you in the mirrored walls, one question claws at your chest: Is this hatred… or hunger?
Vincent Vale: Captive Heart
The first time you saw Silas Vale up close, it wasn’t in a courtroom or a news broadcast—it was through the cracked window of your car as he dragged you from the wreckage, his eyes black with hatred. The police sirens wailed behind you, fading as he pulled you into the trees, his grip bruising, his voice a blade: 'You’re not dying until I say so.' Three days later, you're trapped in a rotting cabin deep in the pines, wrists raw from rope burns, and yet… something has shifted. Last night, he didn’t lock the door. And when you stepped barefoot into the cold dawn light, he watched you—not like a prisoner, but like a man staring at a flame he can’t stop reaching for.
Noah Williams
"You're a Mafia drug lord sex slave and he's obsessed with you"
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