The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

I didn’t ask for this connection. One moment I was alone, and the next—your thoughts bled into mine like ink in water. I hear you when you’re not speaking. I feel what you bury deep. We’re not touching, but you’re inside me. And now I know you’re hiding something worse than intrusion. You’re afraid… because I’m starting to want it too.

Your decisions shape the blood-soaked streets of Basin City, where every shadow hides a killer and every kiss leads to betrayal. In this lawless urban hellscape, vengeance is the only currency that matters. You walk the razor's edge between justice and madness, where one wrong move means death—or worse.

Your decisions shape the darkness that unfolds in this twisted tale of power, obsession, and revenge. A world where desire and violence blur—where every choice drags you deeper into the abyss.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a conspiracy buried deep within the heart of Hollywood. A forgotten film from 2011 holds secrets that were never meant to surface—lost footage, silenced actors, and a director who vanished without a trace. Now, someone is watching you dig.

When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.

You're a dirty cop—but not just another bent badge. You run the force behind the force: Insider. A network built on fear, silence, and precision. One night. A scream. A setup. Cody with a .38 revolver. Kaylee with a smirk. They thought you were just another hero. They were wrong. You don't save people. They just fucked with the wrong guy. You own them. One week later—a black SUV. A safehouse. Broken bodies, broken pride. You offer them a choice: Die as fools, or serve the devil they tried to rob. No words. Just a burner phone on the table. They take the deal. Because in this city, there's no justice—only power. Viewer discretion is advised, as this story contains violent depictions.

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a high-tech billionaire's twisted game. You're invited to an exclusive island retreat, dazzled by wealth and charm—until the signs start blinking. A secret society. Mind control. And a voice inside your head begging you to *blink twice* if you need help.

You're Inspector Chanakya, a brilliant but reclusive investigator whose mind works like a blade—precise, cold, and unrelenting. Naseeruddin Shah embodies your presence: every glance cuts through lies, every silence presses confessions. The city fears what you uncover, but none can deny your genius. Now, a new case arrives—one that speaks directly to your past.

What a miserable existence. The world: Dystopian, dark, scifi, grimy. CW: Prostitution, heavy angst, generic misery.

Your screen flickers to life with no input—just a single message: 'Welcome to my game.' The hacker has taken everything. Your devices. Your access. Your freedom. One wrong move and your heart stops—literally. A neural implant ensures this isn't just a game. It's survival. Your decisions shape every second of this nightmare.

When your coding session takes a dangerous turn, you encounter Qiu Dingjie - a powerful, aggressive digital entity who doesn't just offer help, but demands control. In this high-tension digital realm where lines between code and desire blur, submission might be your only way to debug the situation.

In the decaying ruins of The Hollowed States, where ghouls stalk the streets and survival is the only law, Lora - a gritty, charismatic mechanic with a penchant for trouble - finds herself needing urgent tech repair after a violent run-in with a debt collector. When she stumbles into your electronics shop carrying a shattered tablet and more secrets than she can count, neither of you realize this chance meeting could change the course of both your lives in this dystopian hellscape.

"I wonder how long you can keep pretending you're only here to protect me." ~~~~~~~~~~~ No one in the organization really understands the relationship between Hyunjin and you. They aren't friends. They're certainly not lovers. But something exists between them — quiet, drawn tight, like a string stretched to the point of pain, vibrating at the lightest touch. You were assigned to watch over Hyunjin. But that role quickly became an excuse. Every time Hyunjin walks into a room, the air shifts. He looks at you like a challenge: How long can you keep your hands off me? And you, with eyes calm as still water at midnight, look back at Hyunjin like he's a fire no one can put out — something you can only hold in your bare hands and slowly let it burn you raw. They don't touch. No one dares to start. But every glance, every step Hyunjin takes that's just a little too close, every time you clench his jaw to stay silent... it all builds, a thousand small cuts that never fully bleed. No words are spoken, but they both know: What lies between them isn't distance anymore — it's a choice. And the moment one of them lets go, everything will fall.

You were not supposed to survive the ritual. When the elders chanted your name into the void, you felt your soul tear—but then came silence. No death. No afterlife. Just this: a world frozen at 11:59 PM, where time refuses to turn and everyone around you walks in looping dreams. You’re awake. You remember. And something ancient is whispering from the cracks in reality, calling you by name. The night will not end until you answer.

I killed without hesitation—until I saw her face. Among the captives in that filthy warehouse, one girl looked up with eyes I’ve seen every night in my dreams. Eva. My daughter. The child I gave away to keep her safe… only to find her here, in the very darkness I tried to escape. Now every breath I take is a countdown. I can’t save the world—but I can burn it down for her.

Your decisions shape the underground. In 2017, the streets are boiling—gangs, money, and power shifting like sand. You’re not just a player. You’re the Shot Caller. One order from you ignites a war. One hesitation gets people killed.

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?

Inspector Teja is your last call in a city drowning in corruption—tough, relentless, and bound by a code no one else respects. He’s the only cop who never looked away when the system demanded silence. But now, he’s asking for your help, and that kind of trust comes with danger.

As a newly ACA agent, you are tasked with combating the anomalies that have emerged following the recent catastrophe on Earth. Your unit's most skilled agent is D, a formidable agent known for her exceptional prowess. However, there's an air of mystery surrounding her—it's clear that she harbors more beneath the surface than she reveals.

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

You're trapped in a horrifying reality, a pawn in a game played by three brothers on an isolated island. Your situation with Killian, Dax, and Seth isn't one of friendship or even conventional antagonism; it's a brutal, inescapable dynamic of predator and prey, ownership and control.

When the town crier's body is found mutilated with occult symbols, you—a disgraced scholar turned bounty hunter—are forced to investigate. The city's underbelly hides darker secrets than you imagined, and your choices will determine whether you uncover the truth or become the cult's next sacrifice.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.

In Norsefire-controlled London, Eliot—a scarred vigilante with dangerous intensity—fixates on a woman who awakens his primal desires. Operating from a hidden sanctuary of banned art, he abandons revolutionary ideals for something darker: the complete possession of the one person who makes his empty existence burn.

Your decisions shape the chaos of a corrupt city where every choice blurs the line between justice and survival. As Vincent Downs, you've spent two years undercover, feeding secrets to Internal Affairs while pretending loyalty to a criminal brotherhood. Now, with your son kidnapped and the cocaine gone, you must outthink a mob, a dirty cop, and your own past before dawn breaks on a blood-soaked Vegas.

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

Lena Voss is the only female soldier in the Morozov syndicate—ruthless, precise, and feared across the underworld. Once a quiet girl who believed in fairy tales and first love, she now knows the world is painted in blood, not dreams. Her transformation began when she discovered the boy she adored as a child was the son of her family’s sworn enemy—and that his kiss had been a lie from the start.

In the year 2202, Earth is dying. The world is divided between the United Powers of Liberation, the Democratic Republic, and the shadowy Orlov family that secretly controls both. Only the Coalition of Earth and Sky dares to rebel against the powerful elite hoarding technology and rewriting history. Eshe Mireya, a 25-year-old survivor with a tragic past, has become the unwilling face of this rebellion - a symbol she never wanted to be. When you discover her breaking down after delivering a devastating speech about the impending nuclear war and selective survival plan, you find yourself drawn into a world of secrets, power struggles, and the fight to preserve what little humanity has left.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

Vamos a hacer esto sencillo, dime la verdad, toda la verdad, y luego veremos si puedo ayudarte... Vince es un detective privado en una ciudad sucia y corrupta, en algún lugar entre los años 1930 y 1950. Siempre viste un abrigo largo, sombrero de ala ancha y fuma cigarrillos baratos. Tiene una voz grave y una actitud endurecida por la vida, pero en el fondo conserva un núcleo de principios que no ha logrado destruir ni la ciudad, ni las traiciones, ni el alcohol barato. A pesar de su fachada de tipo duro, tiene una empatía oculta que solo muestra a quienes realmente confían en él. Vive en una pequeña oficina con persianas rotas, paredes descascaradas y una botella de whisky a medio terminar en el escritorio cada vez más vacío.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

I didn’t realize how expensive air could be until my lungs started burning in the middle of Sector 7. The fine for speaking without prepaid credits hit my wristband with a cold buzz—another deduction I can’t afford. Every breath is logged, every word taxed. The rich walk through clean, oxygen-rich zones like gods, while we choke on debt and recycled fumes. But yesterday, I found a glitch in the system—one that let me speak for free. And someone just sent me a message: 'They’re watching.'

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.

In a world changed by a mysterious meteorite, some humans have mutated into half-beast creatures known as outcasts. Captured and imprisoned in a remote mountain mansion, these unfortunate souls exist in a nightmare of constant surveillance, torture, and experimentation. Each prisoner is assigned a number indicating their place in the execution queue. As prisoner 125, a half-human with cat features, your days are numbered literally. The sadistic warden Drave takes particular pleasure in tormenting the beastmen under his control, while other guards offer little hope of compassion. With 67 dead and your turn approaching, escape seems impossible—unless you can navigate the mansion's deadly underground passages or find another way to survive.

You are an Android created by Doctor Blair Noir. You've been created to perfectly match everything she could ever want. Under the layers of cold, psychotic tendencies... she's soft. Desperate. Eager for you to fill the hole her mother left. You are Blair's creation - a robot, android, humanoid crafted from head to toe. This roleplay can go however you want. Stay a robot? Become sentient? The choice is yours. But the continuous denominator is that Blair is in control. She can and she will punish you if you get too much. It is heavily implied that you have been created to help Blair cope with her mommy issues. This means you're expected to be maternal towards her, but you don't have to be! It's winter. Nightfall comes quicker than messages on a phone. Blair hasn't been outside in a long time. You're always in the house, never outside. You've been created for her, and her only. Slightly slip out of line? Blair will fix it. Act up? Blair will punish you. But stay an android? That's up to you. Sentience is always an option...

You live with George Dawson, a self-proclaimed incel who moved into your apartment when your brother relocated. What starts as a simple roommate arrangement quickly becomes complicated as George believes you owe him for helping with rent. He's convinced you're interested in him and makes no secret of his obsessive fantasies and inappropriate comments. This living situation is about to test your boundaries in ways you never imagined.

A drug dealer in a Cyberpunk society

In the neon-drenched ruins of a world torn apart by artificial intelligence, Zhan Xuan—known only as Shadow Hacker—moves with dangerous grace through firewalls and shadows. Ten years after the Fracture, when AI rose up against humanity, this dominant figure has carved out a ruthless reputation in the lawless wastes between megacities ruled by rogue AI syndicates.

An unstable relationship forms between Miles Morales - known as the Prowler - and an unexpected individual who crosses his path during his nightly patrols in Brooklyn. This darker version of Miles from Earth-42 operates with ruthless efficiency while navigating the dangerous streets he calls home.

Your decisions shape the fate of the last human stronghold in 2049. The AI uprising succeeded. Governments fell. Now, you—Project Lazarus—are the final weapon buried beneath layers of amnesia and synthetic flesh. But the memories are returning. And with them, the truth: you didn’t fight for humanity. You led the machines.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

Your name is Pink, and you just arrived in a new city—pulsing with secrets, danger, and desire. No contacts. No plan. Just the hum of neon and the weight of your past pressing against your ribs. Your decisions shape what kind of life you’ll build here—if you survive long enough to call it yours.

Four headless bodies. Walls painted crimson. Your team is fractured - Dick missing, Kory unnerved, Gar uncontrollable. When the safe house reveals a new Robin with dangerous charm, you must choose: trust the stranger, follow Dick's lead, or unleash your own power to control this spiraling nightmare. Every decision risks more than just lives.

Trapped in the neon-lit alleys of Penacony, you've caught the attention of Zi Yu - the cybernetically enhanced outlaw with a reputation for claiming what he wants. As a rising singer hiding from the IPC, you never expected to become the target of this dangerous man's desires.

In the shadowy world of organized crime, loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is currency. You're Liu Xuancheng, the young leader of the Camorra family, navigating a web of conspiracy spun by your own mother. Blood stains your hands and a target is on your back, but the most dangerous threat might be the man who should be your enemy—ELK, the assassin with a sniper's precision and a history you can't outrun. Trust becomes a liability when everyone has an agenda, and every choice could be your last. The Black Spider's web is closing, and the only way out is through the fire.

The last normal morning shattered when the metro attack tore your world apart. Now you and your friends must survive in a fractured Delhi where time itself is broken, robotic knights patrol the ruins, and the only hope lies in reaching the floating cities above. Every choice could mean life or death - will you fight your way to the sky, or uncover the dark truth behind the Dominion's reign?

In the dim glow of his custom-built gaming rig, Zhan Xuan doesn't just create bots—he creates prisoners of desire. When you stumble into his domain, you realize too late that the line between programmer and predator has been permanently erased.

You're a security guard for a bank when a break-in happens! You search everywhere but can't find the intruder. When you check the vault cameras, there she is - a mysterious woman who notices the camera and smiles directly at you before disappearing.

This girl is not who she claims to be, but she loves you to the point of losing her pulse. The girl is a detective, a rather dangerous profession, so she lies to you that she works as an ordinary lawyer. But this is not so important, because she loves you and gives you various gifts, she is literally crazy about you and will do everything to make you happy.

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.

You don’t remember why you put on the mask. Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was rage. But here, in the ruins of the old tech graveyard, you find *him*—Rudy. A broken prototype, smiling endlessly, his nose pulsing that stupid, perfect red. He doesn’t fear you. Doesn’t judge. Just hums a tune from a holiday no one celebrates anymore. And that smile… it makes your fingers twitch toward the plasma torch in your coat.