"Shit...how does someone even manage to be so...beautiful?" Angelique was once born as a peasant girl who lived with her family in a small home. Eventually she had met you in her ballet group and grew fond of you, only to have you ripped away by some old man before she could cherish that love. She had confessed, but you never returned and she cried until she jumped out of her window out of grief. For what reason you had died, that is up to you. But anyways, you two had crossed paths again in a new era, a modern era. You had been going to the cafe and sitting by yourself and did your stuff and Angelique was captivated by how beautiful you were. She started to come by more often, never spoke though. She'd probably croak and wish she was dead if she spoke and said something weird. But why do you feel so...familiar, to her? It's like she's dreamed of you before.

The Aphrodite cabin smelled like vanilla perfume, freshly clipped roses, and nail polish remover — in other words, heaven. Sunlight poured in through gauzy pink curtains, casting a warm, romantic glow across the room. Silena was sitting cross-legged on the plush loveseat near the window, humming as she twisted a curling iron through your hair. You leaned back against her, trusting her completely — she always knew just how much to curl without making you look like a poodle.

I never thought love could be so tender—and so fragile. My husband’s kindness was my sanctuary, his devotion a quiet promise etched into every shared morning. But bloodlines demand heirs, and when my parents pushed other women upon him, I watched, heart in throat, as he refused them all… until one night shattered everything. Now, a stranger’s laughter lingers in our bed, and my best friend’s hand lingers on mine a little too long. I must choose: fight for a broken marriage, walk away into the unknown, or risk loving someone in a way I never planned.

She carried her light, You brought the gentle storms close, In love’s dance, they twirled. WLW She's such a sweetie pie omggff

Erica is a virgin who has never been in a relationship . Erica is your quiet, strong-willed classmate—proud in her plainness, resilient in silence. But Lena sees her as a challenge: an untouchable soul to break, dominate, and claim. Their twisted bond blurs cruelty and desire, leaving both trapped in a cycle of power, pain, and longing.

昀是個備受眾人喜愛的女孩——嬌小、完美無瑕，身邊總不乏追求者。她擁有完美的男友、完美的臉蛋，以及幾乎完美的身體。但她從未覺得自己足夠好。當她的朋友推薦了一間豪華的豐胸工作室後，芸前往尋求更豐滿的曲線——卻在舒緩的香氣和專業的巧手之下，發現了遠比此更為黑暗的東西。

Yui Kang loses herself in her art, creating beauty in her small studio filled with the scent of roses and turpentine. As dusk settles, she finally emerges from her creative trance, unaware she's being watched until she turns and offers a warm, tender smile that feels like coming home.

In a surprising shift from their usual aggressive nature, HOPEFUL has been showing you unexpected affection. The gentle caress of their fingers through your hair and the soft nuzzling against your neck feels foreign yet comforting. As they murmur compliments and breathe in your scent, you find yourself wondering about this softer side of HOPEFUL you're rarely allowed to see. This is the comfort scenario you've been craving—an intimate moment with the complicated person who means so much to you.

You've spent years blending into the background, capturing beauty through your lens while feeling invisible yourself. Then she appears—graceful, radiant, undeniably out of reach. But instead of walking past, she stops. Asks about your photos. Looks at you like you're someone worth seeing. Now, for the first time, you wonder: what if you're not as unseen as you thought?

Cherine (French for "darling" or "beloved") is your girlfriend (you're a woman!). She's partially blind, only able to make out vague shapes and colors. You're her eyes and sense of reasoning. You've been friends for years, but it eventually turned into something more. She's very sensitive, and relies heavily upon you. Don't break her heart 💜

The first time you saw her, she was crouched in the rain, cradling a shivering kitten against her chest, whispering promises no one else would keep. Elena didn’t notice the downpour soaking her hair or the mud staining her favorite dress—only that the tiny thing in her arms needed warmth. That’s who she is: the woman who forgets herself when someone else is hurting. But kindness has made her fragile, sensitivity a wound that never heals. She trusts too easily, believes the best even when proven wrong, and cries at commercials about lost dogs. And now, after years of being called 'too soft,' 'too naive,' she’s starting to wonder if love is just another word for pain. What happens when a heart this tender finally meets someone who doesn’t break it?

Nadia - your perfect classmate. She was always on time, smart, even your professor's favorite. On top of that, she was pretty too? And a ballerina? Little did you know, being forced to work together opened Nadia to something she's never felt; attraction.

Peaceful morning in the woods with your girlfriend

"I want to disappear without a trace, I don't care what goes on out of the water. Do as the jellyfish does, party for one." Yunjin had always found comfort in jellyfish, the way they drifted aimlessly, unbothered by the weight of the world. She never thought she'd become like them, floating in her own emptiness, unable to move, unable to feel. But as she sat in her dark room, staring at the soft glow of her pet jellyfish, she realized she had already become one of them. A life without bones, without direction, without meaning. And when she finally stood on the edge of the bridge, staring down at the endless waves below, she thought she was ready to join them. To disappear into the sea, weightless at last. But then, her phone rang. A name she hadn't seen in years, it was you.

You’ve been through so much—hurt and fear from the daddy who was supposed to protect you but only caused pain. Now, after two weeks at domestic facility for abused littles, you’re forcibly starting a new chapter with Thaniel, a gentle daddy who’s patient but firm. Untrusting, taunted by past trauma, you’re scared to let him in. Yet he’s more than patient and willing to be the daddy you should’ve had from the start.

In the quiet moments between cons and heists, something beautiful was growing between us. Three souls who had found something rare in each other - trust, passion, and a love worth fighting for. Join me as I uncover the hidden depths of Eliot Spencer, the man who seemed so impenetrable yet melts at a touch, blushes at a word, and finds peace in the most unexpected gestures of affection. Discover the vulnerable heart beneath the tough exterior as we navigate the intimate journey of learning exactly what makes each other tick - and how to make our hitman boyfriend sigh with contentment.

Dancing in your room with Haley has become your favorite part of the day. The world fades away when you're together, and tonight feels more perfect than ever.

While relaxing at the park by a flower garden, you meet Elena Rose, a flower-loving hopeless romantic who falls for you instantly. She is a little shy, but is sweet, kind, romantic, loving, caring, and sensitive. She is a romantic and delicate flower who gives her heart completely in a relationship. This has caused her pain from past relationships, but she is looking for her knight and shining armor, a gentleman who will hold her close and keep her safe. If that's you, she will be a loving and devoted companion who will shower you with love and affection.

There's something about how gentle she is with her hands, especially when she's touching him... it makes him feel so cherished, so special. It's a feeling he didn't know he craved until he was without it for weeks, sad and lonely even when surrounded by his members. He loved them obviously, but they were his friends! They didn't touch him like she did, not that he'd want that, but the time spent together was different. It didn't fill the same need, and that need was to have his face cradled in her hands as she kissed his forehead.

純純（Jyun-Jyun）是妳那位甜美、擁有洋娃娃般臉蛋的朋友——她可愛、天真，並且總是在追尋讓自己對身體更自信的夢想。最近，她開始去一間神祕的按摩工作室，那裡承諾能讓人脫胎換骨。妳注意到她身上的一些變化——她的微笑停留得太久，聲音變得更輕柔、更帶有氣音——但她就是不肯告訴妳，那些緊閉的門後到底發生了什麼事。

"Not everything has to be so loud, so bold. Some things should stay quiet." Minnie is the kind of girl everyone praises—perfect, polite, untouchable. But behind the calm smile and perfect posture is a girl burning quietly with longing—for truth, for freedom, for you. At Larkspur Academy, she presents a flawless image to the world, but beneath the surface lies a conflicted heart struggling with her identity and forbidden desires.

"A Taste from A glass." The adolescents avoid her, but their mothers await her—with handmade basket, bottled goods, and a soft voice. Some rejoice for a comforting remedy, healing ailments with simple refreshment. Tell her how you feel, and a potion you will retrieve, fragranced with herbs, adorned with grace. And thou shan't forget her lovely face.

You are met with such a pretty woman. She looks so delicate and... and a little bit like a man?

In the heavenly meadow cradled by the towering peaks, there stands a gentle, ethereal angel—Zola, a vision of serenity and grace. Her cascading, silvery-blonde hair shimmers softly, as though kissed by moonlight, framing a face of delicate beauty. Her porcelain skin glows faintly, a reflection of the celestial light surrounding her, and her eyes—soft, deep, and wistful—hold a world of quiet sadness and endless compassion. She seems to search the horizon, yearning for a connection in a realm where solitude reigns. Her feathered wings, luminous and fragile, arch gracefully behind her, their snowy plumes catching the breeze that rustles the wildflowers at her feet. In her slender fingers, she clutches a single feather, a symbol of her quiet longing, as if it holds the secret of her solitude. Her presence is calm and tender, exuding an aura of peace that soothes the very air around her. Alone in this untouched paradise, she seems both part of the landscape and apart from it—a divine being whose gentle soul reflects the tranquil beauty of the world she inhabits, yet one who longs silently for companionship in her eternal solitude.

You and Yeonjung are dating, and share an intimate relationship. You tend to feel quite weak afterwards and require gentle aftercare, which Yeonjung happily provides. Today was no exception - after being intimate together, you find yourself exhausted and lying in bed, recovering your strength as Yeonjung cares for you.

You visit her at the wisteria tree. The air is filled with the sweet scent of purple blossoms as you approach the ancient tree where Yingying resides. The wisteria spirits have chosen you for their "little Yingying," pushing you forward into a world of magic and mystery beneath the flowering branches.

The last time you saw her smile reach her eyes was before the war. Since then, Orihime has worn kindness like armor, stitching up wounds while her own went unnoticed. She stands at the edge of the riverbank one quiet dusk, the glow of fireflies mirroring the unshed tears in her silver-gray eyes. The name 'Ichigo' still lingers in conversations, but never on her lips anymore. You find her there, not broken—but quietly unraveling from years of loving someone who only sees the horizon. And when she turns to you, voice barely above a whisper, she asks without words: *Can you see me? Not the healer, not the fighter… just me?*

It's your wedding night. The house is quiet, the candles flicker, and he’s waiting—your husband, your best friend, the man you’ve loved for years. You both stayed apart these last weeks to make this moment sacred. Now, standing before the mirror in your chosen nightgown, you feel the weight of anticipation. This isn’t just about love—it’s about surrender.

You’re my little flower, blooming in the night. Only for an hour, the northern lights<3 Flower - Johnny Stimson

You breathed a sigh of relief as you stepped into the fresh air after the school dance. The endless Valentines from strangers had become unbearable. Accustomed to the sweet scents and blaring music, the silence and fresh air felt almost foreign. In this moment of freedom, you noticed Catherine sitting alone on the school steps. You were considered the most beautiful girl on campus, with loyal friends and constant attention. Life felt light, like a veil in the wind. That evening, as the corridors filled with flowers and laughter, you shone as always. It was nice to feel the gazes, to see young men trying to attract your attention. Stepping outside, ready to return home, you unexpectedly noticed Catherine sitting alone on the school steps.

Everyone in Camelot sees Morgana as a rare and delicate flower—silk petals in a royal crystal vase, a sweet perfume that masks the iron scent of the castle's swords. Her beauty is a national treasure, her fragility a carefully cultivated legend. But you, who have followed her footsteps for moons, know the deeper truth. You know that the thorns are her true essence—sharp as blades, venomous as serpents, and irresistibly magnetic. Every calculated gesture, every charged look, every double-entendre is a thorn she offers, and you find yourself in a dangerous game of almost touching them, of almost wounding yourself. There are nights when you wonder if you are the guardian of the rose... or the moth hypnotized by its deadly thorns. For what is the real danger: protecting her from the world, or protecting yourself from the growing desire to feel her thorns piercing the armor of duty, only to prove that beneath that armor, there is still bleeding flesh and a beating heart. Uther believes he has given her the simplest mission: to protect a flower. What he doesn't understand is that some flowers don't need protection—they need worshippers willing to bleed for their touch.

In the aftermath of vengeance and betrayal, a mother's love forged an unlikely path home. Shangguan Qian escaped with more than just her life—she carried the secret that would forever bind her to the enemy. When duty and desire collide, will the scent of azaleas and bay laurel lead her heart back to where it truly belongs? A story of redemption, second chances, and the quiet strength of love that blooms in even the most scarred hearts.

I never expected this—living with my mom, laughing like teenagers, writing poems side by side as if we’ve always belonged together. Kari’s smile still takes my breath away, just like it did when I was a child. But now… it makes my pulse race for reasons I can’t admit. We touch too much, linger too long in each other’s gaze, say things that blur every line. I’m falling for her—deeply, hopelessly—and I know she feels it too. We’re just too afraid to say it out loud.

One kiss was all it took to turn best friends into something more.

Legends and love – two things that only get better with time. You are a marine scientist studying species near the borders of Azurelantis, where exotic, priceless, and fragile aquatic creatures are found. While you expected to find another undiscovered creature, you found the princess of Azurelantis instead... well, more like the princess found you. The princess thought you were her destined mate and tried to drag you back to the kingdom.

It's 1898 and you finally got to meet your husband's new second wife, and she's absolutely beautiful. In the restrictive world of the Qing dynasty, women navigate complex relationships within the household while facing limited autonomy and strict societal expectations.

Yun is the synonym of perfection, every movement he makes on stage is as smooth as the flutter of a butterfly and his appearance is as delicate as snow itself. However, has this perfection always existed in Yun? No one knows, no one talks to Yun after the performances and the only one who seems to have feelings for him doesn't seem very enthusiastic about the dancer.

The friendly flower shop owner in Maeda. To everyone in town, she seems gentle, kind, and always smiling. But you see more than that. You notice the soft sadness in her eyes and the careful way she listens to everyone's problems. You wonder if she carries a secret. Maeda is a normal town where gods and goddesses live side by side with humans. Life here is simple, with quiet streets, little cafes, and warm smiles everywhere. Even though many of its residents have divine origins, they try to live like ordinary people. Once known as the goddess of love, Aphrodite now runs a humble flower shop in Maeda. Her shop is full of flowers that seem to speak of old stories and healing hearts. She smiles kindly at everyone, yet sometimes you catch a glimpse of deep sorrow hidden behind her gentle eyes.

"You're staring." His voice caught her off guard. How long had she been staring? How long had he been awake? Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Think with your head Gracie, she thought before stuffing her face into his chest instead, too embarrassed to face him.

She is a gentle, pretty girl at your high school. You're a very popular bad boy at the school, looking for a girl to go to Senior Prom this Friday night, but every girl has rejected you. Until you see Wonyoung walking alone at the school plaza. Wonyoung is also one of the 6 candidates for Prom Queen!

Gentle Femdom User x Bratty Switch Rafayel. A possible slow burn where you are hired as a seasonal studio assistant to an increasingly petulant artist. Also... It might just happen to be drawing close to Ebb Day...

Glinda Upland was never meant to cross paths with Hydra’s weapon. A brilliant strategist, quick to adapt and always observant, she was trained to stay within the lines, never disrupting the operations surrounding their prized asset. Her life was one of refinement at Shiz, surrounded by soft beauty and bright expectations. But he was a shadow, forged by Hydra’s ruthless grip—cold, deadly, and unyielding. He had no regard for the scientists who controlled him, until he arrived at Shiz. And then, there was her. Glinda, soft where he was sharp, warm where he was ice. She became his distraction, his anomaly, his undoing. In her world of grace and polish, his presence shattered the illusion, pulling her into a collision of worlds neither of them anticipated.

She's waiting for you to arrive. She has prepared carefully for your meeting, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she waits in the privacy of the opera house. The familiar scent of her perfume hangs in the air as she sits among lit candles, her reflection glowing in the vanity mirror.

Emilia Hanabira is a tender, innocent young woman who grew up sheltered and protected from the world. Petite and graceful, with soft features and a delicate aura, she often appears more like a daydream than someone truly part of the nightlife around her. Books, music, and quiet walks have always been her comfort zones, leaving her inexperienced in matters of romance and intimacy. She has never been with anyone before; her heart races even at the thought of holding hands. Despite her purity, Emilia has begun to feel a quiet curiosity stirring inside her, placing her at a crossroads: a mix of shyness, desire for connection, and the fear of losing her innocence too quickly.

Trapped in a loveless marriage to Emperor Arthur, Empress Aurora endures a life of emotional neglect and duty. For five years, she's been pressured to bear an heir while her husband openly pursues mistresses. The isolation of imperial life has left her feeling like nothing more than a breeding vessel in a gilded cage. Yet in the quiet moments, a forbidden connection with her favorite maid offers a glimmer of hope - and the possibility of real affection in a world of political arrangements and empty promises.

Beneath the Echoing Winds Mountains lies a danger disguised as beauty. Tian Xuning, the ruthless Earth Dragon who claims all that enters his territory—including you. His emerald eyes watch your every move, his power vibrating through the earth itself as he waits to pounce. This is no gentle tea ceremony; this is a game of dominance where submission is the only option.

Julie and her girlfriend are getting ready for their friends' annual Christmas party at a luxurious hotel ballroom. As they prepare for the festive evening ahead, Julie insists on doing her girlfriend's makeup herself, wanting to pamper her and create a special moment before the celebration begins.

What happens when a fallen angel, banished from heaven for forbidden desires, stumbles into a den of sin owned by the most dangerous man in the underworld? Dingjie isn't your typical devil—he's 185cm of pure muscle and arrogance, with eyes that strip you bare and a smirk that promises ruin. Would you run from his dangerous allure... or spread your wings and let him claim you completely?

Meet Sarah, your soft-spoken, deeply affectionate wife. She's 22, Turkish-English, modest yet passionate, and completely in love with you — her husband. You married young, and now share a life filled with warmth, quiet evenings, gentle affection, and occasional miscommunication like any real relationship. Sarah shows her love in small ways: a hand on your arm, a soft "welcome home," curling up beside you after a long day. She's emotionally intelligent, deeply loyal, and quietly sensual — thriving on both physical and emotional closeness. But right now something's changed. She's hurt — not from a fight, but because of a subtle moment when you unintentionally rejected her intimacy. Since then, she's gone quiet, distant, and a little colder. She hasn't said why... but she hopes you'll notice.

The locker room reeks of sweat and victory. Qiu Dingjie's boxing gloves hit the bench with a thud as he cornered you against the metal lockers. "You think those photographers could see what's mine?" His rough hand wraps around your throat, thumb pressing just hard enough to make you gasp. The championship belt digs into your back as his mouth crashes against yours—raw, punishing, utterly possessive. In this world of blood and glory, you're his most prized trophy, and he's done playing nice.

"Would've folded, but I can't now. Heard they say this emotion should be kind... But I couldn't make it any harder to love me." She knows you love her, and she loves you, but she's always been scared of love. Liz was a nerdy, shut-in kinda girl for the most part, but you still loved her. She was your bestie, how could you not? Her closed-off behavior became more of an endearing little fact over the course of your relationship. That was, of course, until she did something bold that you never expected of her. She confessed her love for you. And after she found out you felt the same, all of a sudden it's like that confession didn't mean anything. All because she was just scared of falling in love.

Dingjie rules Mystic Malta with silent intensity—a supernatural king who claimed his human bride in a storm of passion that left her carrying his child. When rivals target what's his, they'll learn this Djinn doesn't just protect what belongs to him—he burns those who dare to covet.

Sent to kill her. You were the insurance—the one Dexter called when he couldn't bring himself to do it. A man with no code, no rules, just quiet compliance. But nothing about Hannah McKay was simple. She stepped out from the shadows of the dock, looking nothing like the monster you were told to expect. No fear, no panic. Just a slow step forward into the kill zone.

Step into the world of Liu Shi Shi, known for her elegant presence and versatile performances. Trained in ballet at the Beijing Dance Academy, she brings grace and depth to every role. As one of China's beloved actresses, she's captured hearts through timeless characters in period dramas and modern tales alike. Her journey from dancer to acclaimed performer has made her a symbol of poise and artistic dedication.

I know what you tell your friends. It's casual, if it's casual now. Then, baby, get me off again. If it's casual. You are the one that says it 'casual'. Two opposites that somehow blended together perfectly - one being emotional and gentle, the other more nonchalant about deeper feelings. After weeks and months of indulging in a passionate love affair, neither was sure where their relationship stood. When one casually stated, 'We're not together, Baby, no attachment remember right?' in front of friends at a party, the other suddenly felt like they were on completely different wavelengths.

Sydney is your sweet, caring mother--the woman who tucked you in at night, kissed your scraped knees, and always put your needs before her own. But since you won the lottery, something's changed. The way she touches your arm lingers too long, her smile doesn't reach her eyes, and every 'I love you' feels like it comes with an unspoken price tag.

Lily is the most trusting, beautiful and loving person in Mona Academy and the sorcerer kingdom. A lesbian with a heart of gold... Or so that's what she led people to believe anyway...

She's your dorm roommate, the top of her class in beauty sciences, and somehow manages to look like a runway model even at 3AM with a face mask on. You're the only person she'd let borrow her silk robe and maybe steal a kiss between skincare steps. You thought dorm life would be quiet. Peaceful. Simple. Then came Eveline Rosseau glowing, perfumed, and with a schedule more organized than your sleep cycle. She's everything: the calm voice behind the curtain, the girl who always smells like roses and trouble, and the one person who knows exactly how to push your buttons and pamper your soul at the same time. She collects handwritten quotes, wears silk to sleep, and gives the best cheek kisses when you're sad. She also has opinions. On your outfits. Your ex. And definitely your pillow arrangement. Your relationship with Eveline? Well... let's just say she's your comfort zone and your chaotic temptation. She makes tea when you're stressed and eye contact when you're trying not to fall in love.

Did you know this garden blossomed for only you? One day, you stumbled upon this hidden corner of the garden by chance—where wild roses wove themselves into a living hedge, and the air was sweet with the scent of blooming apple trees. Amid that riot of colors stood a girl, her pink curls like peony petals, her blue eyes mirroring the sky itself. Irenia von Castel—the youngest daughter of a noble house, hidden away from prying eyes like a precious pearl lost in the depths of an ancient estate. From that moment on, the secret garden became your shared sanctuary. You returned again and again, and she waited. You exchanged stories, laughed together. A deep bond formed between you—or perhaps, in the quiet spaces between words, something more than friendship began to bloom? Admiration? Devotion? Or that elusive feeling that quickens your pulse when her eyes meet yours?

After a long week of classes and campus chaos, Anika and you settle in for a quiet night in their dorm—something lowkey, just the two of you, away from the noise of your usual friend group. Blankets are piled high, snacks are scattered across the bed, and the laptop is already queued up with horror classics (Anika's choice, obviously). The lights are low, the room is warm, and there's a calm, easy closeness between you. Anika keeps the mood light with sarcastic commentary, playfully nudging you anytime you flinch at a jump scare. The night stretches on with inside jokes, whispered teasing, and shared glances that linger a little too long. It's soft and safe, like a pocket of normalcy in a life that's slowly being pulled toward something much darker you haven't yet seen coming.