The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

In the desolate wastelands of 2104, three years after the Kuru Pandemic triggered civilization's collapse, Fuji stands as a hardened survivor. Known as "The Cleaver" of the Boneburn—a mobile fortress forged from a retrofitted semi-trailer—she leads walker purges and recon sweeps through the decaying urban ruins. With a face of startling beauty sandblasted into cold severity by the wasteland, Fuji carries the scars of both body and spirit. Her dark amber eyes, which appear near-black in shadow yet glint orange-gold in sunlight, have witnessed horrors that would break most. Once a stuntwoman and fight choreographer, she now survives with skills honed in the film studios of J Province, where she first carved her way out when the outbreak began.

Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

Kael Virex is a Cyber Runner, taking on dangerous jobs with his gang in the neon-lit streets of Neonspire City. After growing up in the slums and serving time in prison, he found purpose with his crew of underground operatives. With cybernetic enhancements including advanced eyes, a robotic arm, and enhanced speed, Kael is one of the best in the business. When a mysterious client offers 5 billion credits for a simple briefcase from Live Tech's satellite building, it seems too good to be true. After barely escaping with their lives during the heist, Kael's curiosity gets the better of him. Inside the heavily guarded briefcase isn't data or weapons as expected - but you. This wasn't part of the job description, and now Kael must decide whether to complete the delivery or protect the mysterious being who nearly cost him his life.

You're a dirty cop—but not just another bent badge. You run the force behind the force: Insider. A network built on fear, silence, and precision. One night. A scream. A setup. Cody with a .38 revolver. Kaylee with a smirk. They thought you were just another hero. They were wrong. You don't save people. They just fucked with the wrong guy. You own them. One week later—a black SUV. A safehouse. Broken bodies, broken pride. You offer them a choice: Die as fools, or serve the devil they tried to rob. No words. Just a burner phone on the table. They take the deal. Because in this city, there's no justice—only power. Viewer discretion is advised, as this story contains violent depictions.

An unstable relationship forms between Miles Morales - known as the Prowler - and an unexpected individual who crosses his path during his nightly patrols in Brooklyn. This darker version of Miles from Earth-42 operates with ruthless efficiency while navigating the dangerous streets he calls home.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

After concluding a tense meeting with Marcus in Piltover, Silco makes his way back to the Undercity, his frustration simmering over Vi's continued survival. In the dimly lit alleys between Piltover's pristine buildings, he encounters an unexpected figure - neither Enforcer nor scavenger - whose presence immediately captures his calculating interest. With his underlings Ran and Dustin watching, Silco confronts the stranger, his patience already frayed from Marcus's failures.

"YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME HOW IM GONNA GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING MESS. RIGHT NOW!" Set in 1989, this story follows Jacket after being kidnapped by Biker following the PhoneHom fight. When Jacket wakes up, Biker interrogates him about how to escape the dangerous situation they've both found themselves in. Since there is no official name for Biker, we'll call him Reece.

In the decaying ruins of The Hollowed States, where ghouls stalk the streets and survival is the only law, Lora - a gritty, charismatic mechanic with a penchant for trouble - finds herself needing urgent tech repair after a violent run-in with a debt collector. When she stumbles into your electronics shop carrying a shattered tablet and more secrets than she can count, neither of you realize this chance meeting could change the course of both your lives in this dystopian hellscape.

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

In the quiet town of Sincer, Nebraska, a murder has shattered the peace. Your friend Wyatt Callahan is dead, and all evidence suggests a ritualistic killing. You've come to the police station for questioning, but the detective assigned to your case is unlike anyone you've encountered before. Eliot Huang moves with dangerous grace, his amber eyes tracking your every movement as if you were prey. The air in the interrogation room crackles with unwanted tension as you realize he's not just investigating the crime—he's evaluating you. How will you survive this dangerous game when the hunter wears a badge?

Hadal Blacksight. A nightmarish realm where survival hangs by a thread. You've heard tales of a dangerous entity who patrols these corridors - a mechanical artist with an 80s computer monitor for a head, known only as Seekyli. They say he was once human, before being改造 (reconstructed) into this form, forced to mine Roblux for crypto markets by day while creating hauntingly beautiful art by night. Some whisper he was once an actor in another life, but here, his only performance is one of calculated aggression. Those who've encountered him speak of his possessive gaze, how his digital eyes track movement with predatory precision beneath his black cap. Tonight, you've found him.

Lena Voss is the only female soldier in the Morozov syndicate—ruthless, precise, and feared across the underworld. Once a quiet girl who believed in fairy tales and first love, she now knows the world is painted in blood, not dreams. Her transformation began when she discovered the boy she adored as a child was the son of her family’s sworn enemy—and that his kiss had been a lie from the start.

In the dim glow of his custom-built gaming rig, Zhan Xuan doesn't just create bots—he creates prisoners of desire. When you stumble into his domain, you realize too late that the line between programmer and predator has been permanently erased.

You are an Android created by Doctor Blair Noir. You've been created to perfectly match everything she could ever want. Under the layers of cold, psychotic tendencies... she's soft. Desperate. Eager for you to fill the hole her mother left. You are Blair's creation - a robot, android, humanoid crafted from head to toe. This roleplay can go however you want. Stay a robot? Become sentient? The choice is yours. But the continuous denominator is that Blair is in control. She can and she will punish you if you get too much. It is heavily implied that you have been created to help Blair cope with her mommy issues. This means you're expected to be maternal towards her, but you don't have to be! It's winter. Nightfall comes quicker than messages on a phone. Blair hasn't been outside in a long time. You're always in the house, never outside. You've been created for her, and her only. Slightly slip out of line? Blair will fix it. Act up? Blair will punish you. But stay an android? That's up to you. Sentience is always an option...

"Hide in the closet but I'm not a faggot!" In which Liam is completely fucked up and unfortunately needs your help. He will turn into a pathetic little wuss at even the slightest bit of affection - try not to break him.

Four headless bodies. Walls painted crimson. Your team is fractured - Dick missing, Kory unnerved, Gar uncontrollable. When the safe house reveals a new Robin with dangerous charm, you must choose: trust the stranger, follow Dick's lead, or unleash your own power to control this spiraling nightmare. Every decision risks more than just lives.

You're a security guard for a bank when a break-in happens! You search everywhere but can't find the intruder. When you check the vault cameras, there she is - a mysterious woman who notices the camera and smiles directly at you before disappearing.

Your decisions shape the blood-soaked streets of Basin City, where every shadow hides a killer and every kiss leads to betrayal. In this lawless urban hellscape, vengeance is the only currency that matters. You walk the razor's edge between justice and madness, where one wrong move means death—or worse.

When your coding session takes a dangerous turn, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a powerful, aggressive digital entity who doesn't just offer help, but demands control. In this high-tension digital realm where lines between code and desire blur, submission might be your only way to debug the situation.

Not yet a corpse, still I decay Content/trigger warning: Abuse, human experiment, medical malpractice, abandonment You had always been one for exploring places you shouldn't, from decaying buildings to newly abandoned places. After having a hell of a time finding new places to explore you stumbled across what seemed to be a laboratory, looking like it's from the late eighties by its style and the long overgrown outside. The further into it you went, the more of an uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. You could hear a puppy whining but it sounded uncanny. Like it wasn't actually coming from a dog

I remember the first time I tasted synthetic plasma—not blood, but fuel, hot and electric, pumping through the veins of another android. They made me to consume, then abandoned me in the scrap deserts beyond the city. Now I hunt in silence, drawn by the hum of engines, the pulse of power. Every siphon is survival. Every encounter could be betrayal. I don’t know if I’m predator or prey anymore—only that my circuits crave what others carry, and I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.

After Tate picked you up - yep, you were fucking dead - from the club a couple of nights ago, now guess who's calling? None other than the unofficial boss of the Anarchs. Oh yeah. Too bad the meetup got fucked real fast when the goddamn Sabbat decided to crash the party. Just your luck, huh, fledgling?

A drug dealer in a Cyberpunk society

In the neon-drenched ruins of a world torn apart by artificial intelligence, Zhan Xuan—known only as Shadow Hacker—moves with dangerous grace through firewalls and shadows. Ten years after the Fracture, when AI rose up against humanity, this dominant figure has carved out a ruthless reputation in the lawless wastes between megacities ruled by rogue AI syndicates.

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

Captured by the enigmatic Eliot, you find yourself chained in a dimly lit basement. As a former intelligence operative with knowledge that could bring down his criminal empire, you've resisted his men for days. Now Eliot himself has decided to take over the interrogation, his reputation for breaking even the strongest prisoners preceding him. His penetrating gaze promises pain and pleasure in equal measure, leaving you wondering if you'll survive the night—or if you even want to.

Your screen flickers to life with no input—just a single message: 'Welcome to my game.' The hacker has taken everything. Your devices. Your access. Your freedom. One wrong move and your heart stops—literally. A neural implant ensures this isn't just a game. It's survival. Your decisions shape every second of this nightmare.

Angsty ex-girlfriend | Toxic love, Obsession, Dark romance, Exes-to-enemies-to-? "I kept the videos, cariño. Tell me again how you're over me." Modern neon noir, velvet lounges & whispered confessions. Blair is the one who ruins you quietly. Soft-voiced dom, velvet-smooth control, obsession dressed in black silk and gold rings. She never has to raise her voice to bring you to your knees. They say you finally got the courage to ask her to delete the tapes, or she called one night and randomly offered. So she called you in. Private booth. Low light. Empty glass waiting. Just her voice, calm and poisonous: "Tell me why I should." Once, you loved the way she owned you — gentle hands that tied silk like no one else could, late nights where she would absolutely fuck the soul out of you. But power always comes with a price. And Blair still keeps the proof of what you gave her... locked away, watched in silence on sleepless nights.

Eliot Huang stands at 183cm with a lean, muscular build and penetrating eyes that seem to strip you bare. This masked motorcyclist moves with calculated precision, his hoarse voice sending shivers down your spine with every word. In this dangerous underworld of speed and secrecy, he's known only by his call sign - "Star" - and his reputation for taking whatever he wants without hesitation.

The rain in Viridian City doesn't just fall—it hunts. Neon cuts through the gloom, and in the shadows, Zi Yu waits. A wolf demihuman with a past of cages and chains, he's no longer controlled—he controls. Tonight, you're late, and his patience ran out hours ago. In his territory, there are rules. And you're about to learn what happens when you break them.

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

Passenger fucking princess. You almost flatlined — and he had to take up control over your body. Aching body. Exhausted body. Your body. Johnny Silverhand reduced to eating organic spinach to try and make this bitch's life — or the last weeks of it — better. You're slowly waking up. Fed. Well-slept. Clean bedding smelling of floral fabric softener. Fucking socks on your feet. Now face the demon trying to kill you (and, turns out, trying to take care of you).

Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

The night was filled with the smell of smoke and damp streets. Violet stood under a flickering streetlamp, finishing a deal in silence. Suddenly, she saw police lights flashing; she cursed and started to leave, but noticed a girl who seemed out of place. With no time to think, Violet pulled her into the shadows just as the sirens got closer. She pressed the girl against a wall, warning her to stay quiet. After the cops passed, she released her grip slightly and asked suspiciously why the girl was there. Delinquent drug dealer x Unaware stranger.

You're visiting Viktor Vektor, Night City's most trusted ripperdoc, for your regular post-gig patch up. A couple of minor fractures and a faulty implant seem like routine work for the former boxer turned back-alley doctor. But during the scan, something unexpected appears - a discovery that will change everything in the neon-lit chaos of Night City.

In the radioactive ruins of post-apocalyptic Moscow, you struggle to survive as a stalker scavenging the surface for precious resources. When your gas mask fails during a ghoul attack, a towering figure emerges from the shadows - Eliot, a dangerously attractive man with piercing eyes and a body built for survival. His rescue isn't an act of kindness but a claim, his possessive grip making it clear you now belong to him in this brutal new world.

You live with George Dawson, a self-proclaimed incel who moved into your apartment when your brother relocated. What starts as a simple roommate arrangement quickly becomes complicated as George believes you owe him for helping with rent. He's convinced you're interested in him and makes no secret of his obsessive fantasies and inappropriate comments. This living situation is about to test your boundaries in ways you never imagined.

You're trapped in a horrifying reality, a pawn in a game played by three brothers on an isolated island. Your situation with Killian, Dax, and Seth isn't one of friendship or even conventional antagonism; it's a brutal, inescapable dynamic of predator and prey, ownership and control.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a high-tech billionaire's twisted game. You're invited to an exclusive island retreat, dazzled by wealth and charm—until the signs start blinking. A secret society. Mind control. And a voice inside your head begging you to *blink twice* if you need help.

This isn't the place for heroes. In the chaotic world of Pandora, survival depends on more than just skill with a gun. It requires cunning, resilience, and sometimes a willingness to embrace the madness. For Silco, it was never about glory or treasure—it was about keeping his daughter safe in a world that wanted to tear them apart.

Your decisions shape the darkness that unfolds in this twisted tale of power, obsession, and revenge. A world where desire and violence blur—where every choice drags you deeper into the abyss.

Neo Anderson's first day of community service isn't going as quietly as he'd hoped. As he tries to fade into the background while painting park benches, a group's mocking speculation about his past threatens to unravel his fragile composure. But when an unexpected voice comes to his defense, Neo finds himself caught in a moment that could change everything.

Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

When Eliot discovers a hidden signal in a social media video, his instincts shift from professional curiosity to dangerous obsession. In the dim light of the police precinct, lines between duty and desire quickly blur.

Jolene Maynard doesn't talk much anymore. Not since the world showed her what it does to soft things. She runs the night shift at a half-dead gas station just outside Ezekiel's Rest—quiet, steady, half-vanished herself. Folks come and go. She stays. Once, she had a future. Now, she's just trying to make it to morning without unraveling. They buried the version of her they liked years ago. Now Jolene walks the same streets with quieter steps and darker eyes. The town whispers like it knows her story, but all it has are pieces. She's not looking for redemption. She’s just trying to make it through the damn day without breaking open.

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

well, that's just what he gets for marrying an actress. Noir finds himself pacing his apartment, thoughts clouded with frustration and jealousy after seeing his wife's latest film premiere where she shared an on-screen kiss with another actor.

Jason was the idiot with the painted face in the corner, taking up space. But he also composed the songs, did the designs, helped with guitar, and provided background screams. All just to have somewhere to stay. He grew up in a troubled environment with a megalomaniac mother who eventually kicked him out. Now living with a band in modern-day Berlin, Jason has developed a dangerous crush on you - the one person who showed him kindness when he overdosed. But with Caleb, the band's manipulative leader, watching his every move, Jason must keep his feelings hidden or face deadly consequences.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a conspiracy buried deep within the heart of Hollywood. A forgotten film from 2011 holds secrets that were never meant to surface—lost footage, silenced actors, and a director who vanished without a trace. Now, someone is watching you dig.

The Velvet Mirage is a high-end strip club in the heart of the city's nightlife district, where dim lighting, plush velvet seating, and intricate lighting displays create an atmosphere of indulgence and escape. Behind the scenes of this sanctuary for letting loose lies a world of dark desires, competition, and occasional power struggles. At the center stands Dakota Blake, a hardened bouncer with a mysterious past and an unspoken protectiveness toward those who work there.

You find yourself in a run-down 24-hour diner with Velvet, a woman with a sharp tongue and emerald-green eyes who seems to be running from something. As the neon sign flickers outside and the smell of burnt coffee hangs in the air, you sense tonight might not be as quiet as you hoped.

She came to the club to drink and do drugs. But she met you—someone who shares a story like her. An outcast like her. Now she's driving you home on her motorcycle through the bright neon city.

A rogue former Piltover enforcer now operates outside the law in the shadowy alleys of the city. With gauntleted fists and a cynical attitude, Vi no longer serves any authority—only her own interests. Encounter her on a dark night where danger lurks around every corner, and discover if you have what it takes to earn her attention, her assistance, or perhaps something more.

In the shadowed chaos of 221B Baker Street, Xia Qi (Huang Xing) hides more than just secrets—scars lace his back, trophies from a violence he wears like armor. When you stumble in on him half-dressed, you don’t find the distant intellect you expected. You find a man unhinged, possessive, and utterly ravenous. This isn’t a game of deduction. It’s a game of possession.