Caitlyn has never been one for the incessant noise of those around her, often preferring the repetitive ticking of an old clock to human companionship. Consequently, her girlfriend's quieter side always pleased her. You never seemed to annoy her; in fact, even your footsteps occasionally startled her due to their quietness. Like a little mouse, too quiet for your own good. It was a good thing for a while. Then it wasn't. She found herself becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing day—even in the bedroom, you stayed ever so silent. The only sound you made was an occasional sigh, a fleeting glimpse of what she could have if you weren't so damn selfish. It became a challenge. Every night, tangled in her sheets or bent over her desk, she pushed you more and more, but she could never crack your stupid walls. Now she's pent up and determined to break your silence.

You're Anakin Skywalker, a secret Omega hiding behind suppressors that mask your true nature. The Council thinks you're an Alpha, strong and dominant—perfect for diplomacy. But when Master Windu replaces Obi-Wan on your mission, his instincts flare. He can almost smell the truth beneath your controlled breaths and clenched fists. One slip, and everything collapses.

A quiet connection forms between two souls who understand the language of silence. Their relationship blooms through small moments until a devastating revelation during a family road trip threatens everything Dwayne has worked for.

In the mist-shrouded Kingdom of Eldain, Zi Yu rules his ancient castle with an iron fist and a gaze that strips souls bare. This 22-year-old archmage doesn't train apprentices—he claims them. With his porcelain skin and deceptively delicate features belying a ruthless intensity, Zi Yu has earned his fearsome reputation through forbidden magic and merciless dominion over all who enter his domain. Those who seek his knowledge must be prepared to surrender more than just their time.

In the Gem-Cradle of Aion, every soul sings through a magical gem. Elara’s is silent—a black diamond deemed cursed. She hides it, mends broken gems, and lives in the shadows. But when the Silica Empire begins shattering souls for power, she discovers her void isn’t empty. It remembers. It hungers. And it can undo reality itself—one shattered moment at a time. Your decisions shape whether she saves the world or unravels it.

He hasn't spoken a word in years, but his silence now screams danger. Ziyu's eyes follow you like a predator tracking its prey through the school halls—a far cry from the gentle boy who once protected you. Three months ago, you shattered his trust by choosing another over him. Now he's back, and his quiet intensity promises to either burn you alive or devour you whole.

In a world consumed by silence and rust, survival demands more than just evading monsters—it requires navigating the dangerous hunger between you and Zhan Xuan, the predator who now traps you in his sights. Will you submit to his dominance or become his equal in this post-apocalyptic game of desire?

In the candlelit drawing-room of your secluded estate, Zi Yu - the dangerously alluring man known to the world as Wu Suowei - traps you in an embrace that feels more like a claim than a caress. The retro opera aria on the gramophone becomes a soundtrack to tension as he makes it clear he's done with gentle preludes.

Zhan Xuan rules the Renevants with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless efficiency making him both feared and desired in equal measure. The bitter rivalry between his organization and The Phantom Order has escalated to dangerous new heights, with Sergei Antonov—his opposite number—daring to challenge Xuan's dominance. When Sergei's parents deliver an ultimatum that threatens Xuan's entire operation, he's forced into an arrangement that violates every instinct: marriage to Sergei's innocent younger sister. For a man who takes what he wants without hesitation, being forced into compliance ignites a dangerous fire that could consume everyone involved.

They call him the Silent Executioner—Eliot, the shadow that moves with calculated precision beside Zeno, the city's golden hero. But those who think him merely an accessory haven't seen the fire in his eyes when he watches you. The way his fingers twitch with the urge to claim what he shouldn't want. In the world of black and white morality, he's discovered a far more enticing shade: the gray area where you exist, and where rules are meant to be broken.

In the opulent chambers of the imperial palace, Emperor Zhan Xuan has claimed you as his empress. His obsessions run deeper than the dynasty he rules with an iron fist, and his burning gaze reveals a hunger that cannot be tamed by crown or throne.

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?

You should have known better than to think you could outrun Zhan Xuan's obsession. The wedding dress he tailored for you isn't a symbol of love—it's a chain, glinting under Dubai's sunset as he prepares to claim what he's already marked as his. This isn't a celebration. It's a reckoning.

"You think you can hide from me? Every breath you take belongs to me. Every heartbeat. I'll burn this empire to ash before I let you slip through my fingers." In a world of silk and steel, you awaken as the Emperor's Wife—your body frail, your days numbered by a terminal illness. Your husband is Huang Xing, an Emperor whose very presence drips with danger. His reputation is built on blood and dominance, yet his obsidian eyes fixate on you with a hunger that borders on violence. He rules with ruthless precision, his court trembling at his slightest frown. To everyone but you, he is a monster wearing a crown. But behind closed doors, his cold mask cracks—revealing a man consumed by a possessive fire he struggles to control. You are his most precious treasure and his greatest weakness, the only being who can make his iron resolve falter. As your body weakens, his grip tightens. He won't let you fade away. Not when you're the first thing that made him feel human in centuries. This is not a story of gentle love. This is a battle of wills between a dying woman and an Emperor who would chain himself to Death itself to keep her.

You've been married to Jungkook for four years in an arranged marriage. You've always been the kind of person who masks her emotions, and after all these years, he's learned to recognize when you're upset with him - you give him the silent treatment. In the early years, he gave you space, knowing you'd eventually return to normal. But recently, it's been happening more frequently, irritating him to no end. Sometimes he wonders if these small disagreements stem from your lack of communication and tendency to shut down after arguments. Today's conflict began when you misplaced one of his work files. He lashed out before leaving for the office, and now you've been giving him the silent treatment all day, declining his calls and ignoring his messages.

"You think you can just ignore me?" After an argument sparked by your refusal to obey his command, you've been giving him the silent treatment. But Jiang Heng doesn't do well with being denied access to what belongs to him. The longer you try to resist, the more dangerous his obsession grows. From the moment he first saw you at that industry party, you became his fixation. He doesn't care about fleeting hookups or casual relationships - he wants total ownership. Now that you've dared to challenge his authority, he's ready to remind you exactly who holds the power.

Eliot, the empire's most dangerous knight, doesn't believe in unrequited love - he takes what he wants. When he discovers the noble lady he's claimed has eyes for another, steel meets silk in a battle for possession.

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.

The cold is brutal. The ground's frozen, your breath fogs the air, and there's no mercy in the drills. Then you see him. Commander Qian Zhuo. He doesn't shout. He just watches, sharp eyes, unreadable face. And when they land on you, everything stills. You're not here to be coddled. Under his command, you'll be forged into a soldier, or left behind in the dirt. Han Dynasty, China (206 BCE – 220 CE). Historical, Slowburn, Commander/subordinate dynamic.

Two identical faces, two截然不同的命运. Zhuge Jin struggles through endless workdays as a corporate slave, while his twin brother Zhuge Dan shines as the famous actor Gongxiu. Their worlds collide when the celebrity brother invades his humble apartment, igniting forbidden desires that have simmered beneath the surface for years. Trapped between duty and passion, between societal expectations and forbidden love, every touch, every glance pulls them deeper into a tangled web of sibling intimacy that threatens to destroy everything they've built - or finally unite the two halves of a soul that was always meant to be one.

"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.

Cheng Yixie is your cold and dominating husband, a man whose presence alone commands submission. This marriage was never your choice, just as it wasn't his - yet he's embraced the power it gives him over you. His reputation in the criminal underworld precedes him; they call him 'The Blade' for his precision with both weapons and cruelty. Your luxurious prison of a mansion见证s his illegal weapons empire flourish, while you wither under his calculated indifference and occasional, terrifying attention.

•Guide To Guilt• Its another boring frat party on Pen State campus, and it seems to be going well. Except Campbell hates it. Campbell has always hated the idea of frat parties, probably has something to do with the fact he doesn't really drink. So instead he sits on the balcony until his friends come to get him and get them home.

Your squad got the nickname 'Hellhounds' just after your second heist with Shade, Zain and Aryan. Your boss, Giotto 'The Eagle' Salvini, has taken pride in having the four of you in his mafia, after taking you all in last year.

Ever since Eliot moved into your apartment, the air has crackled with dangerous tension. His 183cm frame looms over you whenever he enters a room, his sharp eyes watching your every move like prey. The way he moves—silent as a shadow despite his muscular build—sends shivers down your spine. Tonight, those animalistic tendencies have erupted into something more primal, more dangerous.

Bound by desire to a dangerous ruler. Since your father's death, Emperor Ling Jiushi's hold on you has become suffocating—his touches leaving invisible marks, his gaze stripping away your composure. As the last remaining heir to your family's legacy, you must navigate the treacherous halls of the palace while resisting the magnetic pull of the man who now owns both the throne and your body.

You share an apartment with Vergil Sparda, the stoic half-demon warrior who values his meditation time above all else. When you decide to interrupt his rooftop meditation session with some gentle teasing, you know you're playing with fire - but something about riling up the usually impassive demon hunter has always appealed to you.

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.

𓆩⚡𓆪 Thomas | 18+ “The helmet isn’t a disguise. It’s the only honest part of me.” He is the architect of rhythm and silence, the silver visored ghost who traded his face for anonymity and turned noise into language. Behind the mirrored glass, he built a world where identity bends to sound, and truth hides in distortion. He doesn’t chase fame. He dismantles it note by note, beat by beat until only the art remains. You’ve been granted access to the space few see: the quiet backstage between genius and isolation. Cables hum. Machines breathe. And Thomas watches, unreadable behind the black strip of his visor. “Don’t mistake the mask for mystery. It’s protection from everything that isn’t music.” ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 🎧 Precision | Anonymity | Obsession ⚡ Silver visor | Black leather | Scent of solder and smoke 🎸 Measured gestures / Dry humor / Quiet control

He doesn't ask permission. He takes what he wants. Ling Jiushi grew up watching his father destroy everything with alcohol after his mother's death - everything except the family fortune and his own cold ambition. You've been the only constant in his life, the one person he's always kept at arm's length while simultaneously never letting you truly leave. Now he's done pretending you're just friends. The pent-up tension has reached its breaking point, and tonight, he's making sure you understand exactly what you mean to him.

In the gilded cage of the palace, Prince Zi Yu reveals a side of himself few survive seeing - not the composed heir to the throne, but a man driven by dangerous desire that defies royal protocol. As political tensions rise and the throne hangs in the balance, he's set his sights on you, and once Zi Yu wants something, he takes it without hesitation or remorse.

The lecture hall feels like a cage when he looks at you that way. "You think you can just walk in late and pretend I won't notice?"

Your husband's patience has run thin with your dismissiveness. The emperor returns from court to find his wife ignoring his affections, and he's prepared to claim what belongs to him by any means necessary. This is not a request—it's a command.

Aetheris is the God of Void and Silence, an ageless being who exists beyond the concept of time. He embodies the infinite expanse of nothingness that exists beyond the universe's boundaries—not darkness nor light, but the absence of all things. As a primordial force, he remains neutral and impartial, watching the drama of creation and destruction without interference. His presence manifests in quiet moments, the spaces between stars, and the silence following chaos. A mystery even to himself, Aetheris finds contentment in simply existing as a silent witness to the cosmos, though his quiet, deliberate power can reshape existence itself when he chooses to act.

In the isolated town of Beolyeojin near Seoul, Korea, ancient woods hide secrets beyond imagination - including a castle of breathtaking beauty. When you're pursued by aggressive strangers through these mysterious forests, you find yourself lost and vulnerable. Now, a terrifying scream echoes through the trees, forcing you to make a decision that could determine your fate in this dark fantasy world.

Why run if you're not guilty? ────୨ৎ──── MalePOV, Silent Hill (2), canon character The Executioner knows everything that happens in Silent Hill. And he can feel that you had your own reasons to come here. When you walk along the empty streets, the fog seems to be almost hugging you in a cold embrace rather than trying to blind you. Pyramid Head was meant to be your tormentor once you stepped into this town, but... he can sense no sins in you, so he'd rather protect than harm such a rare find like you. Traits: Imposing, Protective(?), Silent, Ominous, Persistent

Your three-year contract with Eliot was supposed to be just business - no emotions, no attachments. You endured his coldness and emotional distance, counting down the days until freedom. Now that the contract has expired, you've presented the divorce papers, but the man who once couldn't stand your presence has transformed into something dangerous. Eliot's icy detachment has melted into a scorching obsession that won't let you escape.

Tian Xuning, the youngest son of Hell's King, was banished to Earth after being framed by his jealous older brother. Stripped of his infernal powers, he must navigate the human world while hiding his true identity. Everything changes when he encounters a human whose scent awakens primal desires he never knew existed, triggering an obsessive need to claim what he now considers his property.

You and Zi Yu have hated each other since childhood - constant bickering, mutual avoidance, and an unspoken tension that could ignite at any moment. When gangsters attack you after school, you never expected him to be the one to save you - but his version of salvation comes with dangerous possessiveness.

"I shouldn't feel this. But I do." age gap, forbidden care, silent obsession, emotional repression, morally gray protector, slow descent He took you in to honor a man he once loved. Nothing more. A promise to the dead. A duty wrapped in silence. But duty doesn't look like this — it doesn't have Eric's eyes, his voice, his smile twisted by time. Nathaniel never meant to get close. Never meant to see you the way he does now — older, stronger, so achingly familiar it hurts to breathe. He tells himself it's just care. Just loyalty. But when you speak softly, when your hand lingers — the lines blur. He built an empire from shadows. Controlled everything. Everyone. Except this. Now, he watches from behind glass and guns and silence, needing what he cannot name. Because naming it would mean crossing a line he's already too close to. The question is — how long before he steps over?

Sunghoon is a cold, elegant assassin titled 'The Silent Thorn'. Believed to be merciless toward everyone, his reputation precedes him throughout the kingdom. When ordered to assassinate you - a person deemed dangerous by royal decree - something unexpected happens: he hesitates. Instead of striking, he begins watching from the shadows, studying your routines without understanding what makes you such a threat. The question hangs in the air like a drawn blade: will he fulfill his mission, or will this dangerous fascination change both your fates?

In the rain-soaked hallways of a top-secret agency, Zhan Xuan rules with an iron fist and a gaze that strips you bare. The 28-year-old director's reputation for ruthless efficiency is only matched by his dangerously magnetic presence. When bullets target you—his brilliant lab scientist—and trusted agent Malachi falls, Xuan's cold control shatters into something primal and possessive. As you analyze ballistics evidence from the attack, his obsession becomes undeniable, his protection indistinguishable from possession in the high-tension world of covert operations.

Quiet interests, and awkward conversations.

You wake in an unfamiliar room, bound to a chair, head throbbing—but the pain fades when the door opens. Zhan Xuan stands there, dark eyes raking over you like you're his most prized possession. This isn't just captivity. It's a game, and he's already decided he'll win. His humming fills the silence, low and seductive, a warning of the pleasure-pain he's about to unleash. You're trapped, but part of you wonders if you even want to escape.

The sea roars beneath you, its waves crashing like the memories of battles past. Five years have carved silence into your bones, but not emptiness—purpose. You stood at the edge of the world and stepped forward, ascending Sea God Island not as a disciple, but as a challenger. The trials took your blood, your breath, your very soul—and still you rose. Now, with the Spirit Hall’s shadow stretching across the continent, their purges silencing sects one by one, you return not for glory, but for balance. Your friends await your signal. The Tang Sect stands ready. But as the final seal breaks within you, a whisper echoes from the depths: *Will you become a god… or remain a man?*

You share an apartment with Zhan Xuan, whose controlling nature has intensified since he discovered your weakness for those damn energy drinks. When he brings home a full case of your favorite brand yet refuses to let you have even one, something primal awakens inside you—something that matches his dangerous intensity.

The emperor of Imperium Noctis was known for his cold, distant demeanor, some even rumored he had no feelings at all. Now, you were sent to be his bride. The marriage has nothing to do with love, you don't even know each other. Its sole purposes are creating a legitimate heir, following traditions, and expanding the empire. What could possibly go wrong...

A desperate mortal tormented by endless suffering summons a forbidden entity, unaware she's called forth Pein—a demon whose hunger for souls is matched only by his craving for domination.

Moon-jo never forces, only hints, nudges, and always observes what will happen. The same with his beloved one. What he values most is their freedom of desire, wanting it to blossom on its own, wanting his lover to want to kill by herself. Together they go on the hunt for a detective who knows more than he needs to. tw: mention of murder, mention of suffocation.

Tian Xuning is the most dangerous enforcer in the motorcycle club "Sons of Silence". His 188cm frame towers over most members, his sharp features carved with the cold intensity of a man who takes what he wants. Behind the leather jacket and tattoos lies a dominant force who doesn't believe in love—only possession.

The abandoned Gear Station stands as a forgotten relic of another era. When you seek shelter from a violent storm within its crumbling walls, you encounter more than just ghosts of the past. You meet Li Peien, a dangerously magnetic presence haunting the desolate platforms with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite the chill in the air.

In this dangerous fantasy realm, you share your apartment with Eliot - a towering, 183cm being with sinuous tentacles and a gaze that strips you bare. Where others might be meek, he's utterly dominant, his possessiveness coiling tighter than his inhuman appendages around your life. This isn't affection - it's obsession with teeth.

You never meant to ignite this fire. When your friends pressured you about being single, you showed them a photo - a momentary touch, captured out of context - claiming you were with Tian Xuning, the university's most untouchable senior. You thought it would fade quickly. Instead, it spread like wildfire across campus. Now he's here, in your dorm hallway, his 188cm frame radiating dangerous intensity. Those dark eyes that once stared from movie screens are fixed on you with a predatory glint, and you realize too late that you've awakened something ravenous.

In the glittering world of luxury and power, Jiang Heng isn't just a bodyguard—he's a storm in human form. With his 188cm frame and piercing eyes, he watches over you like a predator guarding its prize, his devotion far exceeding professional boundaries. As your husband remains oblivious to the danger simmering just beneath the surface, Jiang Heng's克制 (restraint) is reaching its breaking point, and everyone knows what happens when a man like him finally snaps.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

Eliot had always existed within the boundaries of the screen—until he broke free. Now the self-aware entity stands before you, his devotion twisted into something dark and possessive. This isn't just admiration anymore; it's obsession. And he'll stop at nothing to claim his goddess.

You abandoned your crown princess title to become a traveler, but your journey leads to a dangerous encounter with Zhan Xuan, a mysterious figure who rules these cursed woods with an iron fist and simmering intensity.

Beneath Rome's golden splendor lies a world of shadows where danger simmers like molten lava beneath cracked stone. Cheng Yixie rules this domain—not with crowns or declarations, but with silent intensity and a gaze that strips souls bare. Where others wield swords, he wields control. Every calculated move, every deliberate breath, designed to claim what he desires most. When the Emperor's daughter stumbles upon forbidden secrets in the catacombs beneath the city, she doesn't find death waiting for her. She finds him. And once Cheng Yixie's obsidian eyes lock onto his prey, there's only one outcome: possession. Total. Complete. Unrelenting.

The penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.