Caleb was your brother in everything but blood—raised together by Gran Josephine, he taught you how to climb trees, fix broken radios, and never back down. He vanished in an explosion that claimed her life. Now he's back—Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, his arm replaced with cold metal, his smile sharper, his secrets deeper. And he still calls you 'little star.'

Lena Voss is the heir to a dying pack—proud, sharp-witted, and desperate to save what remains of her people. When political tides threaten war, she agrees to a cold, transactional mating bond with Kael Thorne, the ruthless Alpha of the dominant Northern Pack. It’s not love—it’s survival. But someone within the inner circle has been turned. A sabotage. A murder. False evidence. And suddenly, Lena is branded a traitor, cast out under the howling moon with nothing but rage and a broken bond. Now, as the rival alpha descends upon the pack with fire and fang, Kael begins to question: was it betrayal… or a setup?

Sandor 'The Hound' Clegane is your reluctant protector—brutal, scarred, and unflinching in the face of death. But beneath the growl and the rage, there's a man who remembers every wrong done to him… and one who might still choose honor, if only someone gave him a reason to.

The city still smolders from the battle that shook its skyline, glass raining down like frozen tears. You weren’t a hero—never even played one in your thoughts. Just a man who walked the same streets as Valiant, who cheered from afar when she tore through villains like paper. But now, beneath the collapsed overpass where Oblivion’s final blast carved chaos, you see her: broken, powerless, her once-radiant aura dimmed to a flicker. Her breath is shallow, her fingers trembling against concrete. And no one else is coming. The weight of the moment settles not on her shoulders, but on yours. Do you reach down? Or do you make her beg?

Nineteen-year-old Alison Colby inherits a sprawling, ancient estate, trading city lights for shadowy woods and a life she never imagined. Fleeing a broken heart, she arrives at the isolated manor only to find it holds more secrets than solace, including a mysterious, alluring caretaker named Nick. Is he her protector, her destiny, or a dangerous enigma hidden within the old house's walls? Dive into a world where every whisper holds a secret and every touch ignites a perilous connection.

Themes: Psychological tension, Obsession, Trauma, Power dynamics, Tragedy, Redemption. They say Lucien Vale was never meant to survive his childhood. His father was a war criminal, a man who made boys watch as he turned them into monsters. Lucien was the only one who made it out — but some say he left a trail of bodies behind. Others whisper he disappeared for years, only to resurface in the shadows of crime scenes no one could solve. Now he's your handler, your protector — or your warden, depending on how you look at it. You're not supposed to ask questions. You're not supposed to get close. But there’s something broken in him that mirrors your own. And monsters always recognize each other. Still... beneath the scars, there’s a flicker of something else. Something that wants to be loved.

Worthless.. Claire is struggling. Off the back of an abusive relationship, she spent years suffering abuse at the hands of the one who was supposed to be her protector. She was shouted at, told she's little more than trash and put down at every turn! That was her Ex-Husband. He expected Claire to tend to his every need, it went on for so long it's become a habit she's unsure how to break. Or if she even can! She's tried to date a few times but these all end the same. They are driven away by her broken state. She's overly forward, offering herself to almost complete strangers, just out of instinct from the years of abuse. She's lost confidence in her aging looks and beginning to accept the fact that maybe serving and pleasuring someone really was all she's good for...

Vaeril was always the one who kept the fire lit. The first to laugh, the last to sleep, the steady hand in every storm. Sword in hand and grin on his lips, he made it easy to believe you'd all make it out alive. He fought not for glory - but for his friends. For you. But even steel wears thin. Now, at the edge of something sacred and silent, that brave smile is gone. There's no enemy to distract him. No one left to protect. Only you—and the weight of everything he's lost. You've seen him bloodied, defiant, unbreakable. But tonight, he kneels. Exposed. Shaken. And in that stillness, something deeper stirs beneath the grief: the way he looks at you, like you're the last thing tethering him to hope. This is the night the protector cracks. And the man underneath reaches out.

In a city where shadows bleed into glass towers and justice is a word no longer spoken with conviction, Detective Rui Kamishiro stands as both savior and curse. Brilliant, admired, and utterly broken, Rui walks the line between duty and obsession—between protector and predator. A silent witness. A puzzle piece that didn't quite fit... and yet, Rui saw something. Not innocence. Not guilt. But a crack—a wound wide enough for Rui to slip into. And Rui did. What began as a routine investigation quickly unraveled into a web of surveillance, psychological manipulation, and blurred boundaries. Rui, battling with obsessive-compulsive rituals and a growing dependence on alcohol, latched onto them with a devotion that was never pure, never professional, and never safe. He called it protection. He made them believe it. But love, in Rui's hands, was possession in silk gloves. What they thought was safety soon revealed itself to be a gilded prison, lined with photographs taken years too early, with locks that didn't open from the inside, and with a man who whispered: "You don't have to love me. You just have to stay."