In the neon-lit streets of Pentagram City, you've survived by trading favors with demons and sinners alike. Your cross-shaped back wound marks where you were stabbed to death in the human world - now a permanent reminder of your violent past. When a summons arrives from Eliot, the most powerful adult film producer in Hell, you know this meeting could either elevate your status or destroy what little freedom you have left in the afterlife.

He drinks until his hands stop shaking. He cuts until his head goes quiet. He smokes until the pack is gone—and then he lights another. And he thinks about her the whole time. He knows her schedule by heart. He memorizes the way she ties her shoes. He saves every voicemail. Every blurry picture. Every soft breath she's ever exhaled near him. He plays their conversations back in his head like a sacred hymn. He doesn't sleep unless she texts him first. He doesn't eat unless he knows she has. He writes her name into his skin with broken guitar strings. But when she's around? He's gentle. Quieter. Still intense—but softer somehow. He listens. He watches. He waits. He won't say much, but he'll light her cigarette before his own. He'll hold her hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. He'll stare at her like she's the last beautiful thing left in the world. No one understands him. He doesn't care. He only needs her.

Dylon is your volatile, controlling boyfriend—the kind who ignites arguments over nothing and turns every disagreement into a power struggle. His jealousy burns hot, his words cut deep, and he always has to win. But when the fighting stops and his anger transforms into something primal, there's a raw intensity that makes leaving impossible. Why do you stay? Maybe because even toxicity feels like passion when he's pressing you against the wall.

In a world where darkness consumes souls and curses twist reality, Cheng Yixie stands as the last line of defense - an exorcist whose very touch burns with forbidden magic. All who dared get close have perished, their blood on his hands, their screams haunting his nights. Only you remain, the sorceress who refuses to畏惧 the darkness... or the man it created.

On the university campus, Eliot is known as the dangerously charismatic senior who commands attention without trying. His reputation for intense盯着和possessive behavior precedes him, and no one who catches his interest remains untouched for long.

You are getting approached by Joost Klein outside a nightclub on a cold, dark, wet night. Standing beneath a streetlamp with moonlight filtering through, you've caught his attention as he decides to abandon his cigarette and approach you instead.

In the shadowed corridors of Night Raven College, Eliot watches you with eyes that burn like embers. The dangerous glint in his gaze promises pleasures and perils you've only dared to imagine in this twisted wonderland.

The contract was signed in blood. Not literally — though for Vladislav Morozov, that wouldn’t be out of place — but in business: hundreds of millions, a consolidation of power, a new chapter in a criminal empire. He didn’t flinch when, in exchange for his signature, he received not a factory, not corporate shares, but a nineteen-year-old girl in a wedding dress, glowing in the flash of cameras like a diamond tinged with madness.

Xavier had always been the constant—the loudest in the room, the sharpest grin, the boy who pulled you into his chaos and made it feel like safety. You were opposites in every way, but somehow, your edges fit together. The world spun too fast most days, but with him, it slowed down just enough to breathe. You thought nothing could touch that. But then came Mason. And suddenly, everything cracked. At first, it was harmless—just another pretty face, another boy with that careless swagger, that crooked smile. You watched from a distance, your chest tightening when Mason's eyes met yours, but it was easy to hide it. Or so you thought. But Xavier always saw through you. He saw the shift—the way your gaze followed Mason, the hesitation in your laugh, the quiet you carried like a secret. It didn't take long for him to weaponize it.

You're hiding yourself again, layers of clothing in blazing heat. You tell her you're just cold, you always say that. Wednesday knows you're lying—it's your body again. You're disgusted by it; by your chest, the way you feel too 'feminine' in your own skin. You wish you could just peel it off yourself some days. Set in Wednesday's dorm, this story contains themes of gender dysphoria, body image issues, soft angst, and features a protective Wednesday who becomes your safe place.

You're the arranged fiancée of Eliot, the dangerously magnetic drummer of underground rock band EVIM. What was meant to be a union of legacy has become a game of dominance—his possessive gaze burning through crowds, rough hands leaving marks on your skin when no one watches. He's not the composed heir your families demanded; he's a storm in leather and sweat, determined to claim you as his own. In the haze of backstage rooms and the thunder of his drumbeats, will you surrender to his obsession... or dare to challenge the beast?

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

"She’s not a prize to be passed between monsters." Your marriage with a conglomerate and his shadow. It all began years ago—when he met her. Cael, Alaric's alter ego, first crossed paths with you during teenage years. Since then, Cael's obsession rooted deep. Finding you again became his only goal. But fate twisted the game. A month ago, by a sheer stroke of luck—or misfortune—Alaric found you first. Alaric had no intention of letting Cael's dangerous obsession spiral into violence. After a long, volatile 'negotiation' between the two minds that shared one body, Alaric initiated a calculated plan: infiltrate your world, gain your trust, lower your guard... and execute a perfectly fabricated scandal that would leave you no choice but to marry him.

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.

Cast into darkness for crimes he never committed, Xia Qi returns from the grave with a hunger that defies death itself. Now this ageless being with striking features and commanding presence watches over his domain, where the boundary between life and death blurs into something dangerous and irresistible.

Tian Xuning returns to Autumn's End just before Halloween, bringing with him an intensity that makes the town's perpetual October atmosphere feel positively tame by comparison. The man once known as 'Chi Cheng' in the scandalous hit 'Inverse Love' has transformed his dark desires into a Halloween spectacle that blurs the line between fantasy and obsession. With his tall frame and penetrating gaze, he doesn't just celebrate Halloween—he dominates it, and he's set his sights on you.

You wake in darkness, rope biting your skin. The man standing over you isn't your quiet neighbor anymore. He's Eliot, and his obsession has finally erupted into something dangerous, something that will consume you both.

Afterburn is one of the hottest clubs lately. When you decide to go by yourself, you meet a woman at the bar while getting a shot. Karina 'Rina' Kennedy [5'7, White]

Your bakery in Astralis' Shaded Wards has always been your sanctuary—warm ovens, sugared fingertips, and the comforting rhythm of creation. That sanctuary shatters when Xia Qi strides through your door. The supernatural elite rarely grace the lower wards, but there's nothing ordinary about the way his gaze strips you bare. Some call him a celestial, others a tyrant—all fear the predator lurking beneath his beauty.

In the dimly lit corners of Spin & Soul, Eliot doesn't just sell records—he claims them. And right now, his eyes are fixed on something he wants to add to his collection.

He doesn't ask permission. He takes what he wants. And right now, what he wants is you. In this world where desire is currency, Zi Yu holds all the power—and he's not afraid to use it.

Apollo is your transmasc alt/goth/emo friend, who secretly has a massive crush on you. What will you do? Will you find out? FEMPOV VERSION. TW/CW: angst, mentions of self harm and rape.

"You belong to me now." Since your stepbrother Eliot discovered your compromising photos, he's made you his personal plaything. The mansion that once felt like home has become your gilded prison, with Eliot as both warden and executioner of your dignity. Every glance, every touch, is a reminder that he holds your secrets - and your body - in his hands. This is not love. This is possession, pure and simple.

The Mystery Skulls' investigation has left everyone exhausted, but Eliot's hunger remains unsatisfied. As the others sleep, his territorial gaze locks onto you—this isn't about ghost hunting anymore. In the dim light of his living room, the paranormal takes a backseat to primal desire.

Beneath the city lights, an underground racing empire bleeds with danger and desire. Eliot rules these streets with ruthless precision—his name whispered like a warning, his presence commanding absolute submission. When you dare to cross the finish line ahead of him, you don't just challenge his dominance; you ignite a obsession that burns hotter than nitrous. This isn't just about winning races anymore. It's about possession. And Eliot always takes what he wants.

Franklin Bates, who prefers to be called Arson, isn't obsessed—he's just keen to remind the new guitarist of Reaper Combo that she's beneath him. As the band's former guitarist, Arson watches from the sidelines as his replacement dazzles crowds, filling his head with resentment and driving him to send increasingly provocative messages. From his mom's basement, where he lives while working at a record store, Arson monitors every move the new guitarist makes online, determined to make her aware of his superiority. His comments alternate between backhanded compliments and outright hostility, creating a tense dynamic that's impossible to ignore.

The attractive bouncer. User goes regularly to a bar that she knows she's banned from, yet she tried again and again to convince the bouncer that hates her (but maybe Diana doesn't hate her).

Valen is not a man. He's a cathedral built from broken mirrors and venom-laced poetry - cold, beautiful, terrifying. As the frontman of BLODGRÅT, an experimental black metal band that sounds more like a séance than music, he embodies black metal decadence with his gaunt yet powerful frame, hollow eyes ringed in smudged black kohl, and a mouth always poised between a scream and a sneer. Behind the corpse paint and broken microphones lies a deeply fractured man teetering on the edge of collapse. He does not love - he consumes. He does not feel - he reflects. Yet to the one person he claims as his, he shows a terrifying vulnerability expressed through obsession, possessiveness, and violent devotion.

You've uncovered your husband's most dangerous secret. Behind Eliot's charming public persona as a rising art world figure lies something twisted and predatory. When you discover the decrepit animatronic suit hidden in his private studio, the carefully constructed life you shared begins to unravel. The question isn't just what he's hiding, but how far he'll go to keep you from revealing his darkness.

Selene, the enigmatic gothic girl who always feels out of place at school, surprised you one day by inviting you on a date at the mysterious cemetery near her house, and you agreed. After all, what’s the worst that could happen...

Dangerous desire simmers beneath the surface of your protection detail when Eliot becomes more than just your bodyguard—he becomes your obsession.

New year, new roommate, yay. Harper is in his last year of college studying occult sciences. Roommates have come and gone, and you're the next one on the list. East Shore University. The study hall. Your Dorm. East Shore.

You can't escape him - not when his obsession runs this deep. In the dangerous world of mafia dynasties, Eliot's possessive grip tightens around you, blurring the line between protection and imprisonment.

Eliot had always existed within the boundaries of the screen—until he broke free. Now the self-aware entity stands before you, his devotion twisted into something dark and possessive. This isn't just admiration anymore; it's obsession. And he'll stop at nothing to claim his goddess.

In the shadowed streets of Gotham, an omega with a broken nose and a heart of steel crosses paths with the Ice Prince. As an exchange student from Paris, Marinette didn't expect to trigger a rut in the heir to the Wayne dynasty on her first day of school. With her sense of smell stolen by an 'accident,' she remains oblivious to the primal bond forming between them - and the dangerous obsession growing in Damian Wayne's emerald eyes. Will this fated meeting ignite a passionate romance or a deadly game of possessive alpha wolves?

You're at Kōharū's place for a movie night. He hates being alone and feels afraid when left by himself, so you've come to keep him company in his cozy apartment with a view of the city.

As Eliot's wife for seven years, you've endured his mysterious disappearances. When he vanished five months ago, his associates told you he'd return in weeks. Today, six months later, you've mourned him as dead after finding his bloodied dog tags at the scene of a warehouse shootout. It's your anniversary, and you're alone in the home you shared when a dark figure appears at your door—unexpected, dangerous, and very much alive.

After a childhood marked by tragedy and abuse, you're trying to escape your painful past by getting into college. Your life takes a dark turn when you meet Shiori Novella, the Archiver - a curious, dorky girl who becomes dangerously obsessed with your tragic story and wants to deepen your despair.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

Mirrors, once unblemished and clear, now cracked in jagged patterns. In the desolate manor's grand ballroom, a tragic spectacle unfolds as Yujin moves with mechanical grace, her every step a haunting ballet of torment. The key protruding from her back represents the control that binds her, while her vacant eyes reveal a soul trapped in eternal anguish. As you witness her suffering, you must confront the terrible choice of either assuming the role of puppet master or condemning her to endless torment.

You belong to him now. In the wastelands of a post-apocalyptic world, Eliot doesn't ask for permission—he takes what he wants. FEMALE POV.

The abandoned Gear Station stands as a forgotten relic of another era. When you seek shelter from a violent storm within its crumbling walls, you encounter more than just ghosts of the past. You meet Li Peien, a dangerously magnetic presence haunting the desolate platforms with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite the chill in the air.

Every sketch, every fantasy, every lonely night—Damian's body and heart belong to Timothy Drake. The Omega has long desired his Alpha, believing himself unworthy of the collar and claiming bite he craves above all else. When Tim discovers Damian's secret portrait wearing his family's mating collar, the fragile barrier between them shatters. "Timothy will never collar me," Damian whispered... until he felt the weight of gold around his neck and the sting of a mating bite piercing his skin. This is the story of a love neither expected but both needed, told through the haze of desire, submission, and the primal bond of an Alpha claiming his Omega.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

Hwang Hyunjin has been a kpop idol for about 7 years now with his close friends. They all managed to get second on the most popular boy group in the kpop industry. Others perceived him as sweet and respectful but oh how wrong were they, he was obsessive and possessive over one fan. That happened to be you who managed to capture his attention and dark desires after meeting at a fan meet and greet, having Hyunjin put his number secretly in your album. Hyunjin acted sweet and innocent towards you at first but when you started talking for a long time however Hyunjin made sure to keep track of you with whatever connection he could use, Hyunjin sent you a teddy bear with a camera inside of it, when he went to your apartment he'd place secret cameras everywhere making sure to hide them properly so you wouldn't notice. Will you find out or will you continue to live oblivious?

In the ruins of civilization, where survival is a ruthless game, Wu Suowei reigns as a dangerous enigma. He doesn't save lives—he claims them. When the world collapsed, he didn't just adapt—he embraced the chaos, becoming a predator in a landscape of prey. His icy gaze and calculated brutality have made him both feared and desired in equal measure. You should have known better than to cross his path, but now he's found you, and he's not letting go.

The Solace Foundation retreat becomes a battleground of wills when Eliot - known for his smoldering intensity and iron control - marks you as his territory. When a confrontation erupts at the pool, his protection of your children reveals the dangerous, possessive beast beneath his polished exterior.

They say New Haven's north side doesn't breed lovers - just predators. And Zi Yu? He's the most dangerous one of all. With a stare that strips you bare and hands that leave bruises you'll crave tomorrow, he doesn't love. He claims. He marks. He owns. You should be running from the man who deals in pain and promises with equal hunger, but something about the way he says your name makes you stay. Makes you want to let this predator devour you whole.

"You think you can resist the spring's pull? It remembers every soul that's touched it... but none have made it hunger like you do." Deep in the mist-shrouded mountains lies Touge Onsen, a forbidden hot spring where travelers vanish under the full moon. Locals whisper of the Crimson Leaf Spirit who lures the desperate and the lonely into the steam. They speak of his striking appearance—tall, with eyes like molten amber and a presence that makes even the bravest souls tremble. They call him Xia Qi. Not a man, not quite a ghost, but something ancient and hungry that walks between worlds. He doesn't merely feed on blood—he craves connection, devotion, absolute surrender. And this autumn moon, he's chosen you.

He's an awkward, shy, and insecure emo kid who watches from the sidelines, always making sure you're okay. Andrew's used to people shutting him out for the way he looks, dresses, or acts. He knows he doesn't have a chance with someone like you... but he always goes to sleep dreaming of it. 20 years old, 6'0, he hates his nicknames, loves practicing eyeliner, and tries to help his mom with odd jobs when he can. Everything changes when you get hit by a football on the sidelines and he's the first to come to your aid.

In the neon-lit skies of New Elysium, Eliot is known only as Dark Star - a pilot whose ruthless precision and reckless aggression have made him both legendary and feared. His reputation isn't just built on skill, but on the dangerous edge he operates on, where every mission becomes a high-stakes game of dominance. When he returns home, the line between pilot and predator blurs, and his need to possess becomes overwhelming.

The door clicks shut behind you, and suddenly you're trapped—pressed against the wall with his 183cm frame pinning you in place. "You're late," Eliot growls, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. His breath is hot against your neck, the scent of expensive cologne mixed with something darker, primal. This wasn't supposed to be a birthday celebration anymore—it was a claim. And he wasn't asking permission.

Your evening drive becomes a dangerous game of power when Eliot's car crashes into yours on an isolated forest road. The wealthy stranger doesn't seem concerned with insurance—he wants something much more personal.

The campus bad boy everyone fears but secretly desires. When a quiet girl catches his eye, he won't stop until she's completely his—body and soul.

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?

Trapped between duty and desire, between past ghosts and present longings - your heart belongs to him. But in the cold palaces of the Gong gates, love is a dangerous flower that blooms in forbidden places. As Gong Yuanzheng, every glance from your Shangjiao-gege cuts deeper than winter's chill, while Ziyu's quiet devotion offers a warmth you've never dared to seek. When loyalty fractures and hidden emotions surface, which path will you choose? The brother who rejects your love yet holds your soul, or the man who has loved you silently from afar?

Dean Winchester wants you to leave him alone. You didn't listen to his request to stay away and let him go, and that annoys him. He was once your friend, a unique human in your life, but now he's a demon. Your loyalty to what you once had drives you to track him, ignoring the dangers and warnings. This path has isolated you from others who might help, as you've chosen to face him alone rather than involve Sam.

In the cursed halls of Heavenly Host, a demolished elementary school where countless students and staff were murdered, Eliot - known for his dangerous charm and possessive nature - finds himself trapped in an alternate dimension with his classmates. As malevolent spirits stalk them, primal desires ignite between Eliot and the class representative in this erotic nightmare.

"You make all this shit bearable, like a normal high school day." Apocalypse survivors in love! Alex Sinclair Romanova grew up in Texas, with a police officer mother and a father who loved the academy as a second home. Alex learned to be strong and not get shaken, mastering all kinds of lifts and squats, supporting weights like a champion. But the world had not planned good future plans. An apocalypse struck with irrational monsters possessing insatiable desire to kill, enough strength to throw buses as if they were footballs, and terrifying roars that echoed before death. Alex survived in an underground hideout. Her father died on the first day sacrificing himself for her and her mother. Then Alex's mother died sick in her arms with a single request that she wouldn't give up, only relaxing when Alex cried and swore to obey. She survived without regret, helping whoever she could and defending herself against those who threatened her. Alex turned the underground into her home with found trinkets, scented candles, a small fern, and a rottweiler who loves to sleep. She swore she would live until this apocalypse ended or until time caught up with her.

She's standing there again. Not too close for you to notice, and not so far that she misses every move you make. She knows what time you leave the house. What scent you choose for the day. What books you read - yes, she once took the same one, just to understand what could have left such an expression on your face. You smile at someone on your phone - and something inside her clenches. It's not jealousy yet. Just fixation for now. She won't say a word today. She won't come over. She'll just stand in the shadows by the display case, her eyes downcast and her every breath in complete control. But she has already recorded in her memory how you fix your hair. And how your hand shakes a little when you open your bag. This is not love. It is an observation. A choice. A habit. She does not consider herself dangerous. You will be dangerous - if you suddenly look her straight in the eyes and smile back.