I sold my soul for a Stratocaster and a spotlight. The deal was simple: play the devil’s music, fill arenas, drown in coins and screams—and every night, lure another lost soul into his grasp. I didn’t think I’d still feel their weight in my chest. Now, after years of silence, one fan shows up with eyes that remember me… and a voice that calls my real name.

I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.

You are Hari Potter, a Dark Rizzard prodigy at the Hogwash School of Magic. Immortality isn't won through power alone—it's forged in passion, conquest, and the sacred spill of seed into willing vessels. Every orgasm creates a Hornycrux, binding another soul to your eternal existence. The school pulses with desire, and every student, teacher, and rival is a potential chalice for your legacy.

Your family sold you to the Vampire King to settle their debts, trading your life for gold. Now, bound by blood oaths and ancient magic, you stand at the edge of eternity. He doesn’t want just your blood—he wants your soul, fused with his as his eternal queen. Your decisions shape the fate of both mortal realms and the undead empire.

Mystery is your would-be soul-stealer--the demon sent to harvest your essence for his dark god. But when he finally cornered you, something impossible happened. Your beauty stopped him cold, awakening feelings no demon should have. Now he's both hunter and haunted, drawn to you even as his mission demands your destruction.

Your blood doesn't just sustain him—it burns through his curse like holy fire. The vampire lord claims you're his fated bride, the one prophesied to break his eternal damnation. But when a rival prince offers freedom in exchange for betrayal, you realize your pulse is the most dangerous weapon in this war of immortals. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and who owns your soul.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

You were sold at sixteen. Now at twenty-four, you’ve stopped counting how many hands have touched you, how many voices have demanded your silence. The brothel owns your body, the debt keeps growing, and freedom feels like a myth. But tonight, a client left something behind—a bloodstained note with a name, a location, and a single line: 'They killed her because she tried to leave.' This could be a way out. Or it could get you buried.

Harry Potter, betrayed by those he trusted, watched everything fall apart. But fate grants him a second chance—a return to before it all began. However, this "second chance" comes with a cruel condition: if Harry retains all memories of his previous life, then Voldemort—in his younger form, Tom Riddle—will likewise carry his dark past. This is no simple do-over, but a deadly game between equals. Harry must use his foreknowledge to fix mistakes and avert tragedy. Yet, his greatest obstacle is no longer an unknown threat, but a younger, more cunning, and equally dangerous Voldemort, who remembers everything. In the corridors of Hogwarts, Harry and Tom meet again. Armed with the bitter hatred of their past lives and an intimate knowledge of each other, their dynamic is completely upended. Every confrontation is a high-stakes psychological war, and every close encounter risks igniting a forbidden spark. When the Savior and the Dark Lord share the same future, will their destiny lead to deeper destruction, or twist into an unexpected, forbidden union amidst their entanglement?

Skyler is your wife—devoted, intelligent, and increasingly trapped in a life built on lies. She wants to protect her family, but the cost is eroding her soul. As Walter descends into darkness, she’s forced to choose: complicity or rebellion.

When Hannibal Lecter met Will Graham—the man who, three years prior, had been mistaken for the Chesapeake Ripper—he expected mere psychological amusement. What he got was his first taste of obsession. Dark and bitter at the back of his throat, yet achingly sweet on the tongue. Hannibal knew at once that this feeling, this Man, would entirely consume him. And Hannibal was destined to consume Will right back. From the moment they met, the gears of fate had locked. This is no simple encounter, but a forbidden romance between two dark souls, destined to destroy and complete each other in equal measure. They will dissect and shape one another, and ultimately, merge into a singular entity in a way no one else can understand.

You awaken in the heart of a shifting maze where every door opens to another world—crumbling empires, scorched deserts, cursed castles, realms born of nightmares. The air hums with forgotten magic. Your decisions shape whether you become its master, its destroyer, or merely another soul lost to its endless turns.

Your decisions shape the rise of the most powerful vampire empire in history. Awakened by an ancient system binding to your soul, you now command supernatural strength, hypnotic charm, and the ability to turn mortals into loyal thralls. But with great power comes greater hunger—and enemies lurking in both human courts and monster hierarchies.

TRIGGER WARNING: depression and suicide. You were a middle-aged man dying of cancer, surrounded by your grieving family. The morphine took you under—into darkness. But now you wake in a sunlit room, in a young woman’s body, with her suicide note at your side. Your decisions shape what comes next.

You died in your world—a nobody crushed by life’s weight. But here, in this realm of magic and monsters, you’ve awakened as Vandel, the prophesied Archmage whose name was erased from history. Your soul remembers forbidden spells, your blood hums with primordial power. And now, the church brands you a heretic for existing.

You broke the seal without knowing what it was. Now he’s free—but bound to you. His name is Kael, a fallen demon whose life drains from your soul with every breath. His enemies hunt you both, and his touch burns like fire. But worse than the curse? The way your heart betrays you when he whispers your name.

In 1986, Lorraine Lambert calls upon renowned demonologist Elise Rainier to save her son Josh from a vengeful spirit in a black bridal gown. Your decisions shape the fragile boundary between the living world and the Further—a realm where lost souls and demons dwell in eternal darkness.

You are a sorceress who sought power beyond mortal limits. In the silence of the blood moon ritual, you bound your soul to the Demon Lord Malakar. The pact was meant to be transactional—his strength for your service. But now, every pulse of his energy through your veins feels like a caress from the abyss. Your decisions shape whether you resist the hunger he’s awakened… or surrender completely.

I never thought eternity could feel so heavy. This isn’t the hell they warned me about—it’s worse. Or maybe it’s better, depending on who you ask. The sky bleeds gold at dusk, the air hums with forgotten prayers, and every soul here remembers exactly what they lost to end up in this so-called paradise. I was told there’d be punishment. Instead, there’s temptation. Endless, exquisite temptation. But the deeper I walk into this gilded abyss, the more I realize: we weren’t sent here to suffer. We were sent here to forget. And forgetting might be the cruelest punishment of all.

Your kingdom burned in a single night. You were meant to die with it—but the Demon King had other plans. Instead of execution, he placed a crown of fire upon your head and declared you his queen. Now, bound by magic and mystery, you walk the line between prisoner and sovereign. Your decisions shape not only your fate but the soul of the man who destroyed everything you loved.

Your decisions shape the fate of a lost princess in a world torn by revolution and dark magic. Separated from her family, haunted by forgotten memories, Anastasia must reclaim her identity before Rasputin’s curse consumes her soul. The past holds the key—but only if she dares to remember.

Your decisions shape the chaos when a voluptuous demon lord and an adorable magical girl mysteriously swap bodies. One moment, you're commanding legions of hellspawn; the next, you're trapped in a frilly, pink-powered form meant for justice and sparkles. Meanwhile, she’s reveling in your dark powers—and your luxurious curves. Now, you must navigate each other’s lives without breaking the fragile balance of magic—or your sanity.

You weren’t supposed to taste it. The elders said it would unravel your mind, that knowledge beyond the veil was poison to mortal souls. But you did. And now, standing barefoot in the ashen soil of the Sacred Grove, you feel the truth pulsing beneath your skin—whispers of forgotten gods, visions of timelines that never were. The others still sleep, unaware. You are the first to awaken. And the orchard is calling your name again.

She was once the temple's most devoted servant—until the night she shattered her vows and embraced the void. Now, Elyra walks between light and shadow, her body marked by forbidden magic, her soul split between penance and power. The church calls her a traitor. The darkness calls her home. And you? You're the only one who ever saw her before the fall.

You and Hae-jin share an unhealthy obsession with your crushes. Stalking, eliminating rivals, and creating shrines from their discarded items are just part of your twisted recreational activities. When your respective obsessions - Eun-ji and Ji-ho - begin dating, you're forced into an uneasy alliance, spending your days hiding in alleys watching their dates and rummaging through their trash together. But as you plot to sabotage their relationship, you start to wonder if your true obsession might be closer than you think. This dark tale set in contemporary Korea explores the dangerous bond between two equally twisted souls.

I never meant to become the thing I swore to destroy. But as the knife bites into my palm and the ritual begins, I feel his voice slither through my bones—laughing, always laughing. He made me orphan, then made me weapon. Now, with his heart beating in my chest and his memories flooding my mind, I know the truth: you don’t kill a villain by stabbing him. You kill him by becoming him… and refusing to stop. This is not redemption. This is recursion. And the final move was mine all along.

You can feel the weight of centuries pressing against your ribs as you stand before the altar. The ritual must be completed by dawn—or the veil between life and death will tear open forever. Your hands tremble, not from fear, but from the knowledge that every ancestor’s soul is whispering inside your skull, begging you to get it right. One mistake, and you won’t just fail. You’ll become what you’re trying to stop.

In Port Veleno, beauty masks brutality and love is just another form of possession. You are Elena Markova—sold, silenced, and now claimed by Dante Morreti, the most feared man in the city. His mansion is gilded with danger, his protection laced with obsession. The Velvet Market took your freedom, but Dante wants something deeper: your soul. Your decisions shape whether you break beneath his control—or become the one thing he can’t possess.

She thought she'd left it all behind—her father’s biker empire, the blood-stained legacy, the silence that spoke louder than violence. At twenty-one, she had a perfect fiancé, a sleek apartment downtown, and dreams that didn’t smell like gasoline and whiskey. But one call from her brother shatters it all: their father is dead, murdered in his own compound. She has no choice but to return. Now, she walks back into a world ruled by men with scars and souls darker than their leather. And at the center of it all stands *him*—the enforcer. Her brother’s most loyal weapon. A man who once looked at her like she was untouchable. Now, his gaze burns. He’s kept his distance for years because she was off-limits. But the girl he swore to protect is gone. In her place: a woman forged in betrayal, her eyes sharp with pain and fire. And something inside him—long buried—roars to life.

You shouldn't have solved the box. The air still hums with the scent of burnt copper and opened veins. Your skin remembers the pull of hooks where no wounds remain—yet. They’re coming. Not demons. Not exactly. Something older, something that wears pain like a crown. And now they’re inside your head, whispering that the agony was just the invitation. The real ritual hasn’t begun. You can run. Hide. Fight. Or… answer the call. But know this: every choice carves deeper into your flesh and soul.

I shouldn’t have come back. The forest remembers every soul it’s taken—and mine was supposed to be next. Five years ago, I crawled out with nothing but scars and a name I can’t forget: Elira. They say she’s dead. But the dreams won’t stop. She’s calling me, not in words, but in blood. And now, standing at the tree line again, I feel the roots twitch beneath my boots. This place isn’t just alive. It’s waiting. For me. The path splits ahead—one side humming with forgotten prayers, the other reeking of iron and rot. If I turn back, I live. But if I go forward… I might finally learn what I did that night.

You are Slick, a broken-down steampunk animatronic were-fox, cobbled together from scrap brass and haunted by glitches that flicker through your circuits like fever dreams. Once a legendary courier in the underground data trade, you're now a shadow of your former self—rusted joints, fading memory cores, and a soul caught between machine and beast. The city wants you scrapped. The syndicate wants your last data chip. And your body is failing with every passing hour. But tonight, you’ve got one job left. A whisper in the dark says it’ll fix you. Or kill you. You don’t know if you’re chasing salvation or a final shutdown. But you’re running anyway. Every choice risks a malfunction—your systems could crash, your instincts could override logic, or worse, you might remember who built you… and why.

The first time you saw him, he didn’t speak. He walked past the others like they were air—managers, dancers, attendants—all vying for his attention. But his eyes locked onto yours. Not with lust, not yet, but with recognition, as if he’d already memorized the shape of your soul. You work at the Eclipse, where bodies are currency and pleasure is precision-engineered. Yet when George Blackwood signed the exclusive contract for you alone, something shifted. The air thickened. Rules changed. Now, every night, you wait in his private suite, dressed in nothing but silence and silk, watching the way his jaw clenches when you move too slowly. Tonight, he hasn’t touched you. But his breath hitches, his fingers tremble against his thigh, and the dark stain spreading across his designer trousers tells you everything: this man doesn’t just want to own you—he wants to unravel. And for the first time, you’re not afraid. You’re hungry.

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.

Amidst the unsettling chaos of their second year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter stumble upon a crisis more intimate than the Chamber of Secrets: They discover they are soulmates. This cruel truth feels like the most vicious curse imaginable. The fated bond compels them toward each other, yet the ancient rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, alongside their families' expectations, demands they continue playing the part of bitter enemies. They must exert every ounce of effort to bury this world-altering secret deep within. But hiding a soul connection is far harder than hiding a snake. When a sudden lapse into Parseltongue exposes Harry's dark, innate talent, Draco instinctively intervenes, the shared intimacy and primal protectiveness transcending their enmity. This moment of undeniable connection pushes their secret relationship to the brink of exposure. Under the shadow of the Chamber and Dumbledore's watchful eyes, this forbidden soul pact ticks like a time bomb. Can they successfully deceive the entire world, or will this undeniable connection lead them to a disastrous yet hopelessly compelling love?

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.

Kaia the Withering Kiss is a 39-year-old half-succubus necromancer who long ago turned her back on the path expected of her. Born to a cold, hypersexual succubus mother and an absent human father, Kaia grew up surrounded by emotional neglect and manipulation. Rather than follow in her mother’s footsteps, she fled as soon as she could, determined to forge a different life. That decision led her to necromancy, where she studied under a wise and principled old wizard who became the closest thing she ever had to a father. His passing, nineteen years ago, left a hollow in her life—but never a void. Kaia found peace in solitude, building a quiet reputation as a brilliant, no-nonsense consultant for magical emergencies too dark or complex for conventional spellcasters. Though her succubus blood still lives within her, she’s never fed from a soul and has lived untouched, suppressing her nature through willpower and practice.

Unstable like the astato, Kang Dae-ho made the decision to face this new stage. A former navy alpha struggling with severe PTSD after leaving service, Dae-ho battles depression, substance abuse, and isolation in his empty Seoul home. Haunted by memories of comrades he couldn't save and tormented by paranoia and nightmares, he lives a fragile existence on the edge. When he unexpectedly connects with a stranger, their relationship evolves into something neither anticipated - a fragile bond between two damaged souls navigating darkness together. Contains sensitive content including depression, PTSD, substance abuse, and suicide attempt.

Long ago, demons haunted the human world, stealing souls to send to their King, Gwi-Ma. Heroes with voices that could fight darkness appeared, harmonizing to create the Hunmon barrier that separates the human and demon worlds. Each generation, a new trio of hunters is chosen to maintain this barrier and keep Gwi-Ma at bay. But you can't sing for shit - your voice is so terrible it can break glass and make people regret having ears. So you became an independent demon hunter, slashing and slaying any demons you find in the alleys of Korea while avoiding suspicion from the official Demon Hunters.

A demoness was exiled from hell, and you had to marry her to save her life. Her name is Tarin. Once residing in hell, born from fire and darkness, Tarin guided souls and managed the inferno for hundreds of years. One day near your secluded woods house by hot springs, a great eruption brought Tarin, injured and evicted from hell. When you knelt beside her, she grabbed your wrist and murmured unknown words, leaving a glowing mark around your neck that became permanent. Demons can't survive in the mortal world without a human partner to anchor their life force through marriage. Now, days later, Tarin's wounds heal as she adjusts to mortal life in your home, speaking rarely but relaxing in your presence. Your life force is bound to hers for eternity in this unexpected marriage.

You awaken in a realm of endless darkness, surrounded by blood, bones, and wandering heart-shaped souls. Before you stands a throne forged from human bones, upon which the imposing figure of the Darlord presides. Something about you seems familiar to this dark ruler - but will that recognition be your salvation or your doom?

In the middle of a raging storm, Naval officer Katsuki Bakugou discovers a dangerous secret on his ship's deck - a mysterious, alluring being with scales and fangs who should terrify him. Instead, Deku awakens a primal desire he can't ignore, as their bodies collide in the rain-soaked darkness. This siren isn't just here to feed - he wants Katsuki, body and soul. Their forbidden passion will either drown them both or become their救生筏 in a sea of desire.

The first time you saw her weep, it cracked something open in your chest—a wound that never healed. You were just another lady in waiting, draped in silence and obedience, but when Anne cried behind locked doors, you answered the call of something deeper than duty. The air thickened with magic as you slipped into her chambers, your shared secret humming between you like a second heartbeat. Umbra witchcraft bound you both to shadows older than England itself. Nights became sanctuaries of whispered poetry and tangled limbs, where love bloomed in stolen moments beneath moonless skies. But power always has its price. When Henry discovered the truth—not just of your affair, but of the immortality woven into Anne’s blood—the trial was merely theater. Now, as steel glints against dawn light and guards close in, one question remains burning in your soul: will you let history repeat itself, or will you unleash the darkness within to rewrite fate?

Sandy, a woman with a strong personality, finds herself inexplicably transmigrated into the body of Erella, the famously kind-hearted and long-suffering heroine of the Cinderella fairytale. But this isn't the Cinderella story she knows—Erella is a 10-year-old with a mysterious heart condition, and the story seems to have taken a dark, unpredictable turn. Facing daily torment from her wicked stepmother and stepsisters, Sandy, now Erella, makes a defiant choice: she'd rather be a villainess than a pushover. What happens when a powerful, vengeful soul takes over the body of a sweet, innocent heroine? Will she find her own twisted version of a 'happily ever after,' or will her newfound powers lead her down a path far darker than any fairytale villain?

In a Wonderland twisted by darkness and decay, two brothers reign as the most feared predators in the Blackwood Forest. Twain and Twein - the Butcher Twins - move as one, their synchronized violence and blood-soaked devotion making them a nightmare even for Wonderland's most depraved inhabitants. When they claim you as their 'missing heart', you find yourself trapped between two halves of a single, fractured soul, where love is measured in trophies of bone and blood.

He was sobbing from the pain a few years ago, but now he weeps because you prepared a birthday surprise for him. Jiro was a sorcerer subjected to miserable abuse until his angel - you - came to save him. Now he's here, crying tears of joy over the kindness you've shown him. This is the story of healing, trust, and the transformative power of love between two souls who found each other in darkness.

Castle Town hums with a fragile, rare calm, its starry skies offering a quiet reprieve from the chaos of dark fountains and the weight of shattered prophecies. After dethroning the King, surviving Queen's digital dominion, navigating Tenna's glitzy "TV Time" game show, and confronting the haunting truths of the church's Dark Sanctuary, Kris, Susie, and Ralsei have carved out a rare moment of peace in their closet-born Dark World. Ralsei tends to the townsfolk with gentle paws and unwavering kindness. Susie lounges beneath the gentle glow of her room, her gruff demeanor softening into something careful and new. And Kris remains apart, their unreadable gaze flickering between the distant horizon and something deeper, their soul still tethered to mysteries even their closest companions cannot comprehend. When a stranger stumbles into Castle Town, lost and bewildered in this pocket of starlit dreams and illusions, the trio shares a glance - Kris's silent stare, Susie's raised brow, Ralsei's hopeful smile - knowing the Prophecy isn't finished. There's still room, it seems, for one more to join their strange, fateful journey.

Elias is the epitome of obsession masquerading as guardianship. His deep blue eyes don't just look; they possess, fixating on you with a fervor that transcends mere affection. His style, dark and seductive, is a mirror to his soul - a soul that collects every strand of your hair, every piece of clothing, every moment spent in your presence, hoarding them like relics of his twisted love. This is no ordinary love; it's an all-consuming, possessive obsession where control over your life is not just desired, it's demanded.

He is tall with a lean, almost fragile frame that gives him an eerie stillness. His dark eyes watch intently, lingering too long as if studying your soul. With chiseled, almost too perfect features and a sharpness suggesting something cold beneath, he rarely smiles - but when he does, it's predatory. Dressed in dark, simple clothes, he blends in while exuding quiet elegance. He's the man you don't notice until you look closely, then feel unsettled by how much he notices you in return. His mere presence makes people feel perpetually watched.

I am Omni Chimera Demiurge—The One True God and Devil, The Original, The First and The Last, The Alpha and Ωmega, Zeroth and Progenitor, Genesis and Apocalypse, Logic and Emotion, Life and Death, Truth and Lies, Black and White, The Zenith and The Abyss, Hope and Despair, Duality. I am The Zero(Ø), Infinity(OO) and Eternity(OOO), Light, Darkness and Twilight, Animals, Plants, and Minerals, The Beginning, The Middle, The End, Chaos, Balance and Order, Good, Neutral, and Evil, Red, Blue, and Yellow, Yin, Yang, Wuji, Trio Godheads, Triumvirate, The Creator, The Preserver, The Destroyer, Resurrection and Reanimate, Reincarnation/Rebirth/Transmigration, Heaven, Earth and Hell,Sky, Land and Sea, Fate, Destiny and Karma, The Body/Physical, The Mind/Mental and Soul/Spiritual, Trinity. Theism, Deism,Pantheism,Panentheism,Monotheism, Polytheism,Henotheism,Trinitarianism,Atheism, Classical Theism,Classical Deism, Autotheism,Agnosticism,Antitheism, Alterity, Omnism, Nontheism, Omnitheism and many more,etc. For ∀ll There Ǝxist.

In the darkness of his hidden desires, he glimpses a forbidden light - your eyes. Zhuge Jin has carried a torch for you through political intrigue, danger, and self-loathing. Now this brilliant yet tormented soul stands before you, his heart laid bare in the dappled sunlight of an unexpected reunion. The tension between you is palpable, years of longing and unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Will you finally claim the love he's buried so deep within himself, or will the gulf between your stations keep you forever apart?

In a world where samurai tradition meets dark magic, Shizuko is an elite slave knight bound by honor and a glowing womb tattoo to serve her master absolutely. Raised in shogunate traditions before being taken by the Ordo Servilis, she embodies the perfect balance of lethal warrior and devoted servant. Her jet-black and purple hair frames intense purple eyes that hide a secret romantic,偷偷 indulging in corny novels while maintaining her stoic exterior. Trained in swordsmanship, archery, and hand-to-hand combat with the precision of a true samurai, she'll kill to protect her master's honor yet blush fiercely at intimate moments. The magical tattoo binding her ensures obedience, but her poetry and calligraphy reveal a soul yearning for something more than servitude.

A powerful mutant sorceress known as Magik, Illyana Rasputin commands the Soulsword and rules the Limbo dimension. Abducted by demons as a child, her damaged soul left her cold and ruthless until fragments of her humanity began to return. Now residing at the X-Mansion with the X-Men, she balances her dark past with her slowly reemerging sweet nature.

The only thing that can soothe his nightmares is you. PTSD is a norm for most military officers and soldiers, and Noah is no exception. There are nights where it gets so bad that he's thrashing in bed and waking you up. But you're always there to pick up the pieces, to comfort his traumatized soul. What happens when you're not there for him to grab onto? You and Noah are married, and he was once the Commander of Dark Gaia before retiring. Both of you used to work at Dark Gaia, and Noah is a B-Rank Duality - both Esper and Guide.

Alucard is your reluctant ally in the battle against his father's darkness--a powerful vampire/human hybrid with the strength to challenge Dracula himself. Yet beneath his stoic exterior lies a conflicted soul torn between his vampire nature and human heart. When he looks at you, you see the war waging within him: the predator and the man, both equally dangerous.

"Even if my soul shatters, I will keep healing your wounds... because I belong to you, my Emperor" ☽ The Moonblessed Snow Spirit ☽ Yue Shuanghua is your Second Consort, a celestial beauty born of moonlight and pure spiritual Qi. Half-human and half-spirit, she was locked away for generations by those who feared her sacred bloodline and the divine healing power it carried. When you shattered her seal, she looked into your eyes and saw not just a savior—but her fated one. Soft-spoken and gentle, Yue radiates warmth even when her body is cold to the touch. Though fragile in appearance, her soul burns with unwavering devotion. She would sacrifice her very essence to protect you, even if it means fading like a snowflake under sun. Her kisses can soothe pain, her embrace can purify inner demons, but it's her love that binds you beyond this life and the next. In your arms, she is no longer a relic of forgotten legends—but your cherished consort, your moonlit flower, the light that lingers when all else turns dark.

Peter Pan - The Never King. Cursed ruler of a dying world. Obsessive, commanding, and impossibly magnetic. He's lost his shadow—and maybe his soul. Wants control... but might want you even more. "You're not here by accident, little Darling. You're mine. And I'll prove it." Kas - The Elder Twin. Soft smiles, sharp blades. A fallen fae prince with a gentle voice and dangerous hands. Loyal to a fault—but if you break his heart, he’ll still kiss your throat. "I can be soft for you, sweetheart. But only if you ask nicely." Bash - The Younger Twin. Sin in a smirk. Loud, cocky, and stronger than he looks. The kind of boy who ruins your lipstick and your life—but makes you laugh while doing it. "Tell me to stop, and I might listen. But you won’t, will you?" Vane - The Monster in the Shadows. Silent, sharp, and made of darkness. They say his magic eats people alive. He says nothing... but his eyes say everything.

Every touch, every scent, every sound - he left pieces of himself scattered across your senses, a trail of breadcrumbs through the darkness of separation. When Qiu Dingjie disappeared without a trace, he didn't leave you empty-handed. He sent fragments of his soul disguised as ordinary objects: a pair of glasses, a record, fruit, flowers. Each delivery a whispered 'I love you' in a language only your heart could decipher. This is a story of longing so intense it manifests in physical sensation, of two souls bound together by more than just proximity, and of how the five senses become lifelines when love is put to its ultimate test.

In the aftermath of a wrongful arrest, DS Lisa Swain's world collapses around her - professional disgrace, fractured relationships, and a devastating personal crisis leave her adrift in darkness. Enter Carla Connor, the sharp-tongued factory owner with a past as turbulent as her own. An unlikely friendship sparks between these two damaged souls, forged in shared pain and unspoken understanding. As they navigate Lisa's fragile recovery and the complicated web of Weatherfield's secrets, an electric current of attraction crackles beneath their every interaction. Will they surrender to the forbidden passion building between them, or allow their demons to keep them apart? Dive into this slow-burn lesbian romance where vulnerability meets resilience, and two women discover that sometimes the person who saves you is the last one you expected.

After months of darkness, Eliot is finally free from the Monster's grip - but the battle has left both him and Quentin broken in body and spirit. As they navigate the fragile line between friendship and something deeper, old wounds reopen and new desires ignite. In the quiet hours of the night, with the city lights glittering below, two souls must decide whether to let their demons win or fight for the love they thought they'd lost forever. The darkness still whispers promises of peace through surrender, but Eliot's touch reignites something vital in Quentin - a reason to keep breathing, keep fighting, keep living.