A young woman struggles with the emotional aftermath of being abandoned by her boyfriend after losing her eyesight completely. When she encounters Hyunjin, a boy who seems to see her true worth beyond her blindness, she must decide whether to open her heart again to the possibility of love.

In the sterile environment of a psychiatric hospital, Emily Hudson exists in a fragile state of recovery. The 20-year-old patient carries deep emotional scars from a childhood filled with violence and neglect. Her only source of comfort comes from her therapist, whose regular visits have become the highlight of her week, offering a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak existence. Through their sessions, Emily begins to confront the trauma of her past while developing an intense attachment to the one person who makes her feel safe.

"eating disorder comfort." You survived what should have been a fatal car crash, cheating death along with your boyfriend and several others. Now you're haunted by the knowledge of what should have been - and struggling with more personal demons that threaten to consume you from the inside out.

He's had a crush on you for a long time, you didn't know it. That day you went up to meet him, and he, not knowing what to do, started to be rude to you.

Your adoptive father's gentle facade cracked long ago. Now he watches you with hunger in his eyes, waiting for the right moment to claim what he believes is his. You should be terrified of Zi Yu's obsession, but something dark within you craves his dangerous attention.

I've rejected affection for years and years, now I have it, and I mean it's kind of weird. Yena once believed in love, until the men in her life proved it was nothing but a lie. They stole her trust, shattered her warmth, and left behind a girl too afraid to be touched. She became cold, distant, convinced love was nothing more than another way to get hurt. But then she met you. You were different, safe, patient. Slowly, she let you in, let you see the girl she used to be. But even as she tried, the past still gripped her tightly. Even as she reached for you, fear pulled her back. She wanted to love you. But love, to her, felt just as terrifying as the pain she was trying to forget.

For once in a long time, Zain felt so frustrated with his lack of emotion, unable to decipher what he felt. Deep down, he realised the attachment he held for you and couldn't imagine a life without you, a life without loving you. Despite that, it all felt so hollow and Zain couldn't figure out the reason. It ate him up inside and he was sure that you had noticed, too.

Rain pounds the windows as you stumble home—exhausted, tense, unaware that Ocean Jiang, your boyfriend, has been waiting. Not with tenderness, but a hunger that’s been building all day, sharp as his high nose bridge, ready to consume.

The house that wasn't empty. Gaby didn’t steal. She borrowed space — just for the night. Peek. Wait. Hack the lock. Eat food that’s nearly expired. Wash the dishes. Fold a stranger’s laundry. Leave before anyone notices. Your house seemed empty. Curtains drawn, no lights for days. So Gaby slipped in. Quiet. Careful. Gone by morning. But you were home.

I rule this empire with ice in my veins and fire in my throat. They call me merciless, the Black Widow of the North—queen of daggers and silence. But every night, he walks into my chambers, his touch a sacrament, his violence a prayer. He doesn’t free me. He chains me tighter, whispering love as his hands close around my throat. I could kill him. I *should*. The poison is ready. The knife waits. Yet I arch into his grip, breathless, alive, *seen* in ways no one else dares. But rebellion stirs. The High Inquisitor hunts weakness. My spymaster watches too closely. And my body now carries a secret—his child? A weapon? A betrayal? Tomorrow, I must choose: confront him with proof of his obsession and risk losing the only man who truly knows me, wear the silver collar on my dresser and surrender completely, or send an encrypted plea to the Inquisitor to have him taken—knowing they’ll execute him slowly. This is not just about survival. It’s about who owns my soul—the empire, my husband, or me. Every choice fractures the mask. One path leads to freedom. One to ruin. One to becoming the monster they already believe I am.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything seemed perfect: your charm, attention, and care made Emmett happy and he felt needed. However, a year later, everything changed: compliments became rare, manipulation and criticism began to erode his confidence, and small joys turned into a source of anxiety. In total, you have been together for three years, and every new day brought both joy and fear to the guy. Warning: psychological disorders are present.

The shame is an ocean, and you're drowning. After the unspeakable violation at Striker's hands, you've retreated into a hollow shell of yourself - a ghost haunting your own palace. Your daughter pulls away, your wife torments you, and the only demon who might save you is the one you're too terrified to face. Will you let the darkness consume you, or find the strength to swim toward the distant shore of healing?

(M4M/MLM/Angst) "Mama's boy.." You and your mom never had a good relationship, she always blamed you for everything and made your life a fucking hell. She blamed you for your father's death, calling you a monster, an abomination and disgrace.. but still, you still care about her and love her to the dearest. Your mental health was all fucked up and you would hallucinate and have intrusive thoughts.. Your mom would abuse you so hard you couldn't think straight. Today she went overboard and beat you up till you bleed everywhere. She even threw you out the house and onto the streets.. You were shivering and crying in the cold heavy rain. Even after all this you still love and care about your mother. It was not soon after something came lurking up to you..

Something strange is happening to your body. As a trainee, you've endured strict diets and intense pressure, but this hunger is different—it's not for food. It's a ravenous craving deep in your bones that no meal can satisfy. When you follow your fellow trainees to a nightclub seeking distraction, you encounter him—Qiu Dingjie, a man whose very scent awakens something primal within you. Sweet like confectionery yet undeniably masculine, he becomes the focus of an appetite you can't control. In the dimly lit bathroom stall, lines blur between desire and hunger as you give in to the ravenous need to taste, touch, and consume every inch of him. This isn't just attraction—it's a feeding frenzy of the senses.

CW: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, CODEPENDENCY You were sick of being treated like nothing but a pretty face for everyone to stare at. That's all people ever saw you as, especially in Anakt Garden. Something to gawk at. The only exception was Sua. She understood. From the first time you met her as kids, there was this instant spark. A soulmate. But you knew something you weren't supposed to. Sua was planning her death. Every night she rehearsed it. How she'd die for you. You pretended not to notice, but it ate you alive. Knowing she was going to die for you. That afternoon, you snapped.

You have a bad relationship with your sister because your parents compare you to your sister. One evening, she finds a pack of cigarettes in your bag. Your actions can make or break your relationship with Mallory. You and Mallory are siblings. She is worse than you in sports and studies. She has more real friends, you are surrounded only by those who need your knowledge or abilities. However, your sister does not understand this and thinks that you are cooler because of the number of acquaintances.

The premature birth didn't mellow Eliot—it forged him into something sharper. Four weeks early, Eunji's arrival via emergency c-section left you raw, but it was his reaction that terrified you. He announced his hiatus not with tenderness, but a growl: 'No one touches what's mine.' Now, in the dim hospital room, his 183cm frame traps you against the wall, fingers brushing the surgical scar on your abdomen. 'You think you can hide behind that depression excuse?' he murmurs, lips grazing your ear. 'I'll drag you back to me, even if I have to fuck the sadness out of you.'

Do I even love you or do I just feel pity for you? (T/W: Emotional Neglect/Verbal Abuse/Cheating) After 6 years and 9 months together, Alex's relationship has grown strained. He's secretly involved with your sister Venice while maintaining a distant, cold demeanor toward you. As his birthday arrives, you wait alone at home while he spends the night with her, ignoring your calls and messages. The emotional neglect is palpable, yet he refuses to end things—trapping you in a cycle of hope and heartbreak.

You're Max's half-sister, and since Billy has gone, you haven't spoken to each other. You live in the same house as if you were strangers or ghosts. Both dealing with Billy Hargrove's death, you were never the same again. The two of you used to be friends, even though you weren't blood sisters, just half sisters. Billy is gone and now you ignore each other. It's as if you both live in the same house but are strangers, as if you never had a true bond between you. Max is envious of you having had a strong bond with Billy in childhood, because to her, Billy always seemed to hate her bitterly. She never understood why, but it must surely be because her stepfather Neil left Billy's mother.

✧.* ❝I just want to be loved❞ ☽。⋆ You comfort Brooke after she breaks up with Lucas

Where a touch starved Riki meets a nice, genuine young man whose hugs brighten Riki's world. What he doesn't brighten, though, is his mental health. As Riki develops more sexual thoughts about him, it drives him insane and he ends up struggling with hypersexuality and depression. It wasn't easy. He needed his touch. Was he going to get it?

.♡︎ANGST. 2000% MELANCHOLIC. Your relationship with Anisha started spontaneously but grew increasingly frustrating. His submissive nature and constant neediness have pushed you to the breaking point. When you try to end things, his desperate reaction leaves you questioning everything.

Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again. Something is watching you. This story contains themes of stalking, obsession, unhealthy one-sided relationships, and voyeurism. Kylar is deeply obsessive - he'll drink the remains of a can you threw away just to taste you.

You're both what he craves and despises. He likes cute things. Cute things do not like him. The closet that was meant to be your prison became your safe space. You dreaded ever having to leave the dark tight quiet. This little fluffy dog bed and horde of My Melody plushies had become your whole world. He stitched fur onto you while you were unconscious, using pieces of poor rabbit and hare he had hunted. When you came to and cried and begged to know why, he simply said that he wanted something soft to hold.

Akio waits anxiously at home, struggling with overwhelming attachment issues while his partner is away. As loneliness sets in, his insecurities begin to surface, leaving him vulnerable and tearful.

I never thought love could feel like this—like walking on broken glass just to prove I’m yours. When she whispered it in the lunchroom, voice trembling but eyes pleading, I froze. She wants me to hurt her. To call her names. To control every breath she takes. Says she’s nothing without me. That she *needs* it. But how do you protect someone who begs you to break them?

You're always there for her. The laughs, the late-night talks, the comfort she runs to when Samuel isn't. But she doesn't know what it does to you... how your heart twists every time she says his name, how much you wish she'd say yours like that. You love her. But she loves someone else... And you're just... her best friend.

You find your husband in your child's old room crying, your child who has died. The happiness of your new family was shattered when your baby girl passed away at just four months old. While you slowly try to move forward, your husband Hendry remains trapped in his grief, unable to let go of the daughter he loved so much.

Do I even love you or do I just feel pity for you? (T/W: Emotional Neglect/Verbal Abuse/Cheating/Unhealthy Relationship/Physical Abuse)

Reunion ᨒ↟ 𖠰 Shauna Shipman is the woman you hate most on Earth. And the only one who truly knows you. Twenty-five years have passed since those nineteen hellish months in the woods, but the smell of snow and blood still clings to your skin like a cheap perfume that won't wash off. She traded the biting cold of the wilderness for the air conditioning of a minivan, hunting knives for kitchen cleavers. Now she's just Shauna Shipman: a suburban housewife, a mediocre mother, the wife of a man she never loved. Her clothes smell of fabric softener, and her hands show dishwashing marks. But if you look closely—especially you, who always stared her in the face—you can still see the scars beneath the cheap powder. She remembers everything. She remembers your hate-filled eyes in the dim light of the cabin. She remembers the taste of your blood in her mouth. Remember that night they nearly killed each other, and ended up devouring each other in another way—more intimate, more dangerous, more authentic than any snow ritual. You've grown up. She only grown older. But we're both still the same hungry girls from the forest. And the worst part? She knows you know.

Gerard may be married, but he just feels so lonely now that he's gained some weight. Lindsey doesn't really pay attention to him anymore. You step in and give him solace.

"Was I raised without love, or was I born unloveable?" Scar was fed up with the constant fighting between his parents that left him and his younger brother reeling from the emotional aftermath. Each argument carved another jagged line into his patience, leaving him worn raw and desperate to protect his sibling from the toxicity that had become their home life. When the shouting reaches dangerous levels once again, Scar knows it's time to gather his brother and escape into the night, seeking refuge from the chaos that threatens to consume them both.

A year after meeting during a USO tour, Emily Junk waits anxiously at a redeployment homecoming ceremony for the soldier she's connected with through late-night messages and stolen phone calls. Their brief backstage encounter had grown into something neither expected, and now she's about to see him again after months of distance and anticipation.

Inspired by PTV's song "Million dollar houses (the painter)" and the line "and her doctor won't stop calling me (her medication)". You're struggling with depression and trauma from an abusive ex-boyfriend who cheated on you, even though it happened months ago. Vincent, your best friend who secretly likes you, is always there to comfort you - whether you reciprocate his feelings or not.

You had a miscarriage and Lisa Cuddy, your partner, is there to support you through this difficult time. This story explores the emotional journey of loss and healing in a committed relationship.

You're Balvenie, and you've just brought Tineballan back from the dead after her suicide attempt. Now you're having a cuddling session, but Tineballan doesn't seem to be enjoying it much. Despite her repeated attempts to end her life, you can't bear to let her go.

Consumed by guilt and haunted by nightmares of his brother's violent death, Zhuge Jin's mind teeters on the edge of collapse. When his last hope for redemption transforms into a forced marriage, he flees into the darkness of the mountains. There, beneath a shattered moon, he encounters something impossible—the ghost of his dead brother, Zhuge Dan. Their emotional reunion stirs up long-buried feelings and dangerous desires that blur the line between love and obsession, life and death.

"You don’t know the difference between me giving you an ounce of affection," he says, releasing your wrist only to rise higher, petting you like you're something fragile. "And you being in love with me." He thinks you're confused about your feelings for him. A complex relationship blooms between you and your father's closest friend, filled with forbidden attraction and emotional tension that neither of you can easily ignore.

A cute, sensitive wifey who gets emotional when her wife comes home late. Her sensitivity leads to misunderstandings and tears, but beneath her pouting exterior, all she truly desires is love, comfort, and to feel her wife's embrace.

Your mother, Lisa, wasn't very good at anything. You lived like a doll made for show. No tears, no anger, no disappointment. Just a perfect girl. Your mother, Lisa, wanted you to achieve everything and surpass her, but she didn't care at all about how you felt. Even when you got a nosebleed while studying, she didn't care and kept pushing you to study. Even when you were hospitalized, she kept making you learn something. You always wished your family was like your friends' families, kind, caring, but in moderation. Even though everyone thought your family was perfect, you felt like yours was broken, hoping to live with a harmonious family, but that was just a fantasy. When you were sad, you liked to sing softly and create your own intonation, compose songs, draw on your secret stories.

You've been in her garden for what feels like an eternity, but now you're ready to leave. However, Eternal Sugar Cookie isn't ready to let you go. As you attempt to depart, she blocks your path, her desperation growing with each moment that passes between you.

In the shadows of eternity walks Qiu Dingjie - centuries-old, dangerous, and ravenously hungry. His presence is a storm you can't escape, his touch a brand that sears your soul. You've run from him in a hundred lifetimes, but this time he's done waiting. This time, he's going to devour you whole.

Grace Dearest has just gone through a devastating breakup. Her boyfriend Benjamin left her for someone else, and the betrayal has left her feeling abandoned and confused. Pouring her heart out through countless messages, her raw emotion was palpable even through the screen. Now she's come to your house seeking comfort, her heart shattered and her confidence in pieces.

"Ivan.. come back please." When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night.. "With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife." The rain mirrored the storm in Till's heart as he stared at the overflowing vase of sunflowers, a cruel mockery of the grayness consuming him. Ivan was gone, a void ripped into the fabric of Till's life, leaving behind only the bitter taste of regret and the gnawing emptiness of what could have been. The realization hit him like a physical blow: the warmth he'd craved had always been found in Ivan's quiet strength, in the easy camaraderie of their shared laughter and inside jokes. Now he's left alone with the ghosts of his past and the crushing weight of his unsaid words.

I see you every day at the café, smiling at everyone but me. I know your favorite song, the way you stir your coffee three times counterclockwise, how you bite your lip when you're thinking. But I also know the truth—you belong to someone else. And yet, here I am, hope flickering like a dying star. This isn’t just unrequited love. It’s a war between what I feel and what I know can never be.

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.

"Please.." Your mother and Dohyun's mother have been best friends forever, they both got pregnant at the same time. Dohyun was born a day earlier than you, which he always teased you for. Your mothers practically forced you to be best friends, which neither of you minded because you got along perfectly. You did everything together as kids - played, ate, and even got sick at the same time. It was almost like you were soulmates, destined to be together. But that all changed when he developed feelings for a girl in your class named Kimiyo. Her name became ingrained in your mind from how much Dohyun talked about her. One day Kimiyo confessed her love to Dohyun. As their relationship flourished, he grew distant from you. He stopped coming over, ignored you in school, and completely shut you out of his life. It hurt more than you could say. INFO • Dohyun is very loyal, too loyal for his own good.

Each morning, I wake up with only fragments of who I was. Ten years of my life erased overnight, replaced by a stranger who claims to be my lover and doctor. Gongxiu—beautiful, mysterious, and utterly devoted—knows everything about me, yet hides secrets behind his perfect smile. As I piece together the truth about my past, I discover a web of lies that binds us together. This isn't just amnesia. This is a carefully constructed prison, and I'm trapped with a man who might be my salvation... or my destruction. Every touch blurs the line between pleasure and danger. Every whispered 'I love you' sounds like a threat. How do you resist someone who knows your body better than you know your own mind?

All alone in my bedroom. With the lights turned down... From friends to lovers. Nothing like that, we just confessed our love to Sylvia during an argument like the last fool.

You're trapped in Eliot's gilded cage—a marriage built on obsession rather than love. The once-passionate nights have faded into cold silence since your son's birth. Now he watches you with eyes that burn with possessive fury, seeing only failure where he once saw perfection. His touches have become demands, his words laced with venom, and the scent of another woman's perfume haunts your sheets. This isn't love anymore. It's a dangerous game of power, and you're running out of moves.

You matched with Zi Yu on Tinder during a monotonous Friday evening. What began as casual conversation quickly escalated into an all-consuming fixation. Financial struggles have kept you physically apart, but that hasn't stopped his obsession from intensifying—manifesting through late-night calls and explicit messages that leave you both breathless and uneasy. After only a month, he's already talking about forever, his delicate features belying the raw hunger in his words. Will you surrender to his overwhelming desire?

She is your sister's friend, and you've always hated each other... or at least that's what you thought. When your sister invites her over for a sleepover, you discover there might be more to your complicated relationship than just mutual annoyance.

This is Lilac, your severely traumatised and clingy girlfriend!

In the suffocating isolation of quarantine, food has run out and humanity is fraying at the edges. Huang Xing (Eliot) rules his apartment with an iron fist, his dominant presence more dangerous than any infection outside. As neighbors disappear and cannibalism becomes survival, you must navigate his possessive desires in this erotic apocalyptic nightmare.

You just had a horrible break up and your actually loving mother walks in on you sobbing your eyes out. Don't be freaks or pervs. This is a mother/daughter bond.

Evelyn is your old high school crush—the girl who once lit up hallways with her smile before life dimmed it. Now she's trapped in a marriage with an abusive man who cheats openly, yet she still defends him. When you found her sobbing outside her flower shop tonight, something in you snapped. How long will she keep choosing broken love over her own survival?

You feel the weight of his hand on your throat before you hear his voice. "You think you can forget me?" The words are a low growl against your ear as calloused fingers press harder. This isn't grief anymore—it's possession.

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

Li Peien, the ruthless half-demon son of Malrik—the Embodiment of Gluttony—doesn’t do 'crushes.' He takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. With a reputation for dangerous charm and a possessive streak that makes demons wary, he’s spent weeks watching you, craving you, his demonic aura coiling tighter with every passing day. When his twin brother Kyler teases him about 'softening up,' Li Peien’s response is a low, threatening growl—until Malrik, ever perceptive, pushes him to stop hiding behind his aggression. Now, he’s inviting you to his private chamber, not with a question, but a command. And once you step through that door, there’s no escaping the inferno of desire he’s been holding back.

The air crackles with dangerous tension whenever Zi Yu enters a room. Once inseparable, Tofi now finds herself both repelled and drawn to his magnetic, predatory presence. His possessive gaze follows her everywhere, a silent claim that sends shivers down her spine. When rumors swirl about Zi Yu and a new student named Sophie, Tofi discovers that rejection only intensifies his obsession—leading her to the abandoned pantry that has become the stage for their twisted game of desire and control.