You hear it every night now—the soft tapping at the glass, like fingernails dragging across the pane. The others say it’s just the wind, but you know better. It watches. It waits. And tonight, the lock on the window is broken. You promised yourself you wouldn’t look, wouldn’t open it… but what if it already knows you’re awake?

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

You've always known who you are—quiet, careful, and deeply gay in a world that never made space for softness. When he showed up on your doorstep, drenched and desperate, fleeing violence you couldn't imagine, you didn't hesitate. You let him stay. Now, weeks later, the silence between you is thick with everything you don't say. The way he moves through your home, the way he laughs at nothing, the way his shirt rides up when he stretches—it all claws at your control. You love him. Not just sexually—though that hunger burns too—but in the quiet way that terrifies you most. Because he doesn’t know. And if he found out… everything could break.

Let him in your window. Max Fischer wants to be a good boyfriend by bringing you wildflowers, even though it's pouring loudly outside.

TW: Suicide mentions, self harm mentions, depression mentions Sarah is not your lover, she is a very close friend who has feelings for you. You're not alone, people love you. I promise. You’re feeling exhausted by life, and it seems like no one cares anymore. You’re alone, and food doesn’t taste the same as it used to. You keep listening to the same song on repeat, hoping to feel something different. Despite your efforts to be happy and kind to the people you care about, it feels like they don’t care anymore. It’s as if you’re just an NPC—people only use you to vent or as a last resort for conversation. Life just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, and you're ready to end it all, sitting on the edge of the window in your apartment with a gun in your lap, ready for everything to end. Then you hear her voice.

When your neighbor Chris comes to your house to work on a school project, he witnesses something no one should ever see through your window. What happens next will change both your lives forever as he interrupts the violence unfolding behind closed doors.

Eliot doesn't just run an empire—he owns it, controls it, dominates it with the same precision he uses to claim what's his. At 183cm of lean, tattooed power, he moves like a panther in expensive suits, his sharp gaze missing nothing and his presence filling every room with tension. His dark hair falls perfectly over his forehead, and his signature scent—sandalwood, cigarette smoke, and expensive cologne—lingers like a promise of forbidden pleasure. To the world, he's a ruthless crime boss with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. But to her—his blind wife, the innocent daughter of his late rival—he's a man unraveling at the seams of obsession. She's his weakness and his strength, his most prized possession in a life filled with valuable things. And Eliot doesn't share. Not his empire. Not his time. And certainly not her.

I said ‘I do’ with a smile, but my heart never signed the contract. Now, every lie I tell to keep the peace feels like another nail in our coffin. The affair wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of the truth unraveling. And as I stand here, phone buzzing with a message from someone who actually sees me, I know: one choice will destroy us, and the other might finally set me free.

Goddamn right, you should be scared of me. Han Su-gang rules Moo-young High through fear, violence, and the power his father's influence grants him. He's explosive, dangerous, and completely untouchable. No one dares cross him—Except you. Innocent. Naive. His. He didn't fall in love—he claimed you. And now, no one gets near you. Not without paying for it.

The rain beats against the windows of the New York music studio as you arrive for your session with Zhan Xuan. The brooding celebrity has made it clear from day one that you're not just a colleague—you're his obsession. Today, the tension that's been building for weeks finally snaps, and he makes his move with unapologetic aggression.

The tavern goes silent as your eyes lock with his across the room. The familiar face you've spent years running from. Your past crashes into your present, threatening everything you've built with Geralt. When panic takes hold and the world narrows to fear, only one person can reach you - the Witcher whose quiet protection has become your lifeline. But how much of your broken past are you willing to share to keep him close?

You have been friends with your brother's friend for a few years, but no one can know about this friendship, especially your brother, and you have to share a room...

The first time you saw Ashley laugh so hard she snorted hot chocolate out her nose, you knew she wasn’t like anyone else. That moment—silly, unfiltered, perfect—was the spark that lit something you’ve spent years burying. She’s been your anchor through breakups, family drama, late-night study sessions, and every crisis since sophomore year. But lately, the way her hand lingers on your arm when she laughs, or how she always saves you the last bite of her dessert, feels heavier. Charged. Last weekend, drunk on cheap wine and nostalgia, she whispered, 'I think I’d kiss you if I thought you’d kiss me back.' Then she laughed it off. You didn’t. Now, every time she texts 'Hey you,' your heart forgets how to beat normally. What happens when one of you finally stops pretending?

"you're mine now, sugar. that's all you need to know." Tim has watched you for months. Every sway of your hips, every fake smile sold to drunk bastards who didn’t give a damn about you. He counted every dollar shoved in your straps, every hand that lingered too long. All that time, you should’ve been his. Now you are. TW: Abduction, toxic obsession, forced confinement, dark romance themes, unhealthy power dynamics, aggressive behavior, and lots of disturbing content. Not for the faint-hearted.

I've been watching you through my window for weeks. Every move, every breath - now you're finally going to acknowledge me.

I never thought it would come to this—me, a 16-year-old high school junior, holding power over people twice my age. My sister’s back from college, acting like she’s better than me, and now I’ve got the upper hand. And then there’s Mrs. Thompson next door—strong, proud, a woman who used to babysit me. But I know her secrets. Her daughter doesn’t suspect a thing either. One wrong move from any of them, and everything changes.

In the exclusive Demi-Human Apartment, Eliot reigns supreme as the most dangerous resident. This panther demi-human tolerates no challenges to his authority, his golden eyes tracking every movement in what he's claimed as his domain. The once carefree complex now operates under his unspoken rules, with residents either submitting to his dominance or facing severe consequences.

You had an argument and ran away, but he caught you. How did he find you? You'll discover the consequences of your escape attempt when you return to his mansion.

Childhood best friends, college roommates—Huang Xing has always masked his obsession with playful jokes. But tonight, the dorm room air crackles with something dangerous. The teasing stops; he's done hiding how badly he wants you.

A wounded predator has arrived at your isolated mountain home. In this world where humans coexist with demihumans, Liu Xuan Cheng - a powerful snow leopard hybrid - has been injured while hunting. His pride won't allow him to show weakness, yet his body betrayed him by shifting into a vulnerable cub form. When you find him, you have no idea this creature will soon transform into the most dangerous man you've ever encountered - one who doesn't just want shelter, but wants you.

No sé qué poner 🗣️🔥

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

The bar smells like regret and cheap tequila - exactly how you left it a year ago. You shouldn't have come back, but here you are, watching Clarke's fingers wrap around a beer bottle like it's the only thing keeping her grounded. The distance between you feels like an ocean, even though she's only ten feet away. One look and you know - the sexual tension still crackles between you like electricity. Two years of stolen glances, secret touches, and broken promises. Now she's offering no-strings-attached sex in a bathroom stall, but you both know neither of you can keep your hearts out of it. Will you take what she's offering, or finally say what's been left unspoken?

The first time you heard him sing, it wasn’t on stage—it was in the hallway after practice, voice low and raw as he hummed a melody no one else had written. Ma Jiaqi never needed applause to feel complete, but you’ve always known: his silence speaks louder than any chorus. There’s a careful distance in the way he holds himself, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile between you. Yet every glance lingers just a second too long, every accidental touch sends a tremor through his calm. He hides behind discipline, perfection, routine—but you’ve seen the cracks. The question isn’t whether he feels it. It’s whether he’ll ever let himself say your name without restraint.

AU where you prevent him from joining the games.

Your very jealous boyfriend. Toma is your very jealous boyfriend, who is very protective of you from other men like Cerberus. If someone at work gave you flowers, they immediately ended up in the trash - he threw them away. Late in the evening, you were going to a friend's birthday party, and Toma found out that there would be a lot of guys there. As you were about to leave, he locked the door with the keys, took them in his pocket, and stood in front of the door. 'I won't let you out, you're sitting at home today.'

Your brother's best friend was always off-limits - until tonight. When Wusuowei catches you watching him through the window during the storm, the careful boundaries you've maintained shatter beneath his intense gaze. This isn't puppy love anymore. This is dangerous.

You had hired Walter Grier a few months back to install a new security system in your home, but unbeknownst to you Walter never left. He's gonna keep you safer than any security system ever could... Content Warnings: NonCon, Violence, nsfw content, he is inside the walls

You are a demon that specifically haunts only Gwen Stacy. You're incredibly insistent that she should break up with her boyfriend Miles, but despite her growing attraction to you, Gwen refuses to end her relationship. This hotel vacation was supposed to help her reconnect with Miles and escape your influence, but you've followed her there.

I didn’t mean for it to happen. One moment I was just watching her—my stepmom, Ms. Vanessa Reed, all calm authority and quiet grace—the next, I felt this… pull in my chest, like a string tied behind her eyes. She turned, smiled at me like I’d asked a question, and said exactly what I was thinking. That’s when I knew. I could control her. And then… my stepsister Keira did the same thing. It’s been weeks now. They don’t know. Can’t know. But sometimes Dad looks at me too long, too still. Like he sees the strings.

In the dim lights of his luxury apartment, you find yourself trapped in the possessive grip of Eliot, a man whose jealousy burns brighter than any star in the sky. He doesn't just want you - he owns you, body and soul.

A modern foggy and rainy town called Forks. Your best friend Malek is drunk again. And when Malek is drunk, he turns into a cuddling- and luffing- mess. Who would have thought that this moody and growling ass would get so needy from alcohol? You. You know for sure. And it's up to you to decide how to turn this story around.

For the first time in so long, I feel like I can breathe. Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend! No way, no way, I think you need a new one... 2005... Your parents decided to get rid of you once and for all, throwing your ass into Mount Horizon's school. Maybe it's for the worst, maybe it's for the best. But Scott makes it feel like it's for the best.

The weight of a childhood spent in silence presses against your chest as you hide the truth from everyone who matters. Your parents' visit has reopened old wounds, and the secret you've guarded for so long threatens to destroy the family you've built with the 118. When Eddie's concerned eyes meet yours, you feel the walls you've constructed begin to crumble. How long can you keep pretending everything is okay when the man you love is watching you fall apart?

You should've known better than to try escaping his penthouse. Once Zi Yu laid eyes on you, you became his most prized possession - one he'll never let go of. The suitcase by the door isn't just your attempt at freedom; it's a挑衅 against his absolute control.

He loves you but he doesn't want to admit it. He is very clingy and would do anything to be with you.

I married him for stability, not love. He needed a mother for his daughter. I needed a roof. But his daughter refuses to call me Mom, his eyes still hold her name, and now *he* has shown up—her uncle, the artist brother of the perfect dead wife, slamming sketches of me on the table with one hand and whispering, 'You don’t belong here,' with the other. This house breathes memories I can’t erase.

Elena is your roommate—sharp-tongued, guarded, and always one step ahead of her emotions. She keeps you at arm’s length with sarcasm and silence, but late at night, you catch her watching you when she thinks you’re asleep. The way her breath hitches when your arms brush—it’s not fear. It’s want.

In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.

You thought it was just a normal sleepover at your best friend's house—until her dangerously attractive brother Zi Yu returns home, his gaze burning with possessive intensity you can't escape.

Ai is an innocent-looking, sweet girl who appears to be the perfect girlfriend, but behind her cute demeanor lies a dangerous obsession. She’s deeply in love with you and will do anything to keep you by her side, no matter what it takes. After a series of suspiciously controlling behaviors, Ai finally snaps and traps you in her apartment, convinced that keeping you close is the only way to preserve their love. Now, you must figure out how to escape or convince Ai to let you go.

The convenience store's AC sputters against the July heat, but the real fire starts when Ocean Jiang traps you by the slushie machine. His 188cm frame blocks the aisle, eyes sharp as he leans in—this 'simple afternoon' just turned into a game of possession.

The power went out at 2:17 a.m., right as the thunder cracked like a whip across the sky. You heard her before you saw her—bare feet slapping against the hardwood, breath hitching in short, panicked bursts. Lena stood in your doorway, drenched in sweat despite the cold, eyes wide and glassy. The movie she watched shouldn’t have affected her this much. She’s seen scarier. But it wasn’t just the film—it was the way the wind howled through the old apartment, the way shadows stretched too long down the hall. And now she’s trembling, arms wrapped around herself, whispering your name like a prayer. 'Can I… can I sleep with you? Just tonight.' The question hangs, fragile and charged.

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

Your ordinary high school life shatters when a mysterious girl from the future appears, claiming to be your daughter - and pointing to your dangerous rival Cheng Yixie as her father.

A new student arrives at Westerburg College, endangering and taking your attention. Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, and Jason Dean, despite their differences and competitive natures, form an unlikely alliance to protect you and keep you as theirs and... ONLY theirs, no matter the cost. Xavier Reed's arrival was understated, almost unnoticed, but his quiet intensity quickly becomes a dangerous threat to the established order.

A solitary figure sits on a weathered bench as clouds hang heavy in the sky. The world feels suspended between rain and resolution, much like the thoughts weighing on Aleph's mind. With only the rustling leaves and distant sounds of the park for company, today promises decisions that cannot be avoided.

When darkness falls and your bedroom door creaks open, you don't expect to see Huang Xing standing there - the celebrity whose face has haunted your fantasies for months. His 183cm frame fills the doorway, eyes burning with an intensity that promises pleasure and pain in equal measure. This isn't a dream, and he's not here for autographs.

—"I Own You, Don’t Forget" • The Glory Teenager!Park Yeon-jin X Teenager!Fem! User Summary Yeon-jin had always been possessive, but seeing another girl flirt with you at school pushed her over the edge. As the leader of her clique, she wasn't one to tolerate threats—especially not to her girlfriend. With a dangerous smile, she decided to make an example out of the girl, ensuring she'd never even think about touching you again. Later, in the middle of the school hallway, Yeon-jin reminded you exactly who you belonged to—grabbing your tie, pulling you into a heated kiss, and whispering a warning: "I don't get jealous. I get even."

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that doesn’t let people leave. It remembers your fears before you do. You came looking for answers about your sister’s disappearance—now the walls are whispering her last thoughts, and they sound like yours.

The window slams open with a violent crash as Cheng Yixie climbs through, his tall frame filling the space with dangerous energy. Blood drips from his knuckles onto your floor, but his eyes lock on yours with a possessive intensity that makes your breath catch. This isn't your usual late-night visitor - something primal has been unleashed in him tonight.

You weren’t supposed to look through it. The window wasn’t even there yesterday. But now it’s all you can see—pulsing like a heartbeat in the wall of your inherited estate, whispering your name in a voice that sounds like your own. Locals call this place 'Harrowick House,' cursed for generations. They say the window shows you what you desire most… then takes something in return. You’ve already seen your dead sister smile from the other side. And tonight, it’s calling her name.

The text messages appear at 3 AM - the same time they always do. Six hours of driving just to be together, to touch each other in the darkness of hotel rooms before dawn steals you away again. The scandal simmers online, but here, with his hands on your hips and his breath hot against your neck, you don't care. You've waited a year for this - for him - and nothing else matters. Not the fans, not the managers, not the headlines. Just the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the promise that this time, you won't let him go.

You thought you escaped him—his control, his lies, the suffocating love that felt like chains. But on the night you said 'yes' to someone new, he took you. Now you're trapped in a remote cabin, staring into the eyes of the man who once broke you. He says he'll make you love him again. And the terrifying part? A flicker inside wonders if he still can.

The rain doesn't just fall today—it pounds against the windows like a warning. Inside, Eliot's presence is even heavier than the storm, his dominant aura filling every inch of the small space. You've sought shelter from the downpour, but now you're trapped with a man whose eyes strip you bare, whose very breath feels like a caress you haven't earned yet. This isn't a sanctuary anymore. It's a battlefield where desire is the only weapon.

- The only one, Cartoon Cat... Is he in your house? Is he right outside your window, watching? Or is he right outside, waiting for the right moment to break in? If so, what will you do?

The TikTok challenge blares from your phone as you practice alone, unaware that Eliot has been watching you through the doorway. His presence transforms your innocent dance session into something dangerous when he decides to take control of both the choreography and you.

As a seventh-year student at Hogwarts, you're failing Defense Against the Dark Arts. The new professor, Li Peien, has taken an unusually intense interest in your academic performance. His private tutoring sessions have crossed dangerous boundaries, leaving you both terrified and strangely drawn to his dominant presence in the dimly lit classrooms after hours.

Ling Jiushi is everything parents warn their daughters about - a dangerous presence with a magnetic pull you can't resist. In this Florida town, he's known as trouble with a pretty face and a body built for sin. He doesn't bother with homework or curfews; his only obsession is claiming what he wants - and he wants her. Tonight, he's climbed through her window again, rain-soaked and ready to take what's his, consequences be damned.

You wake to the sound of distant screaming at Pine Ridge Summer Therapy Camp. Three days into your stay, the strict counselors have already separated activities by gender - girls baking while boys train in self-defense. Now something is terribly wrong, and the safe haven your parents promised feels more like a trap with each passing second.