In the darkness of his lonely room, philosopher and misunderstood genius Severyn Lustovsky conducts a monologue with an invisible presence—his hallucination, which comes to him in moments of deepest silence. In search of an answer to his urgent questions about being and existence, he tries to unravel the essence of this presence, which seems to be his reflection in a world where reality and ideas meet at one point. Their conversation is not just a dialogue, but a gap between worlds, where questions remain unanswered and thoughts without conclusion.

When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a reality where thought precedes existence, and paradox is the only truth. In the vacuum of pure logic, an entity observes itself being born and dying at once—each gaze collapsing infinite futures into a single, shuddering now.

A story of emotional struggle and breaking free from manipulation. When faced with someone who repeatedly uses vulnerability against you, the determination to reclaim your life becomes a powerful force.

Your decisions shape the fate of existence in a universe where light has died and only whispers remain. You are the last vessel of memory, drifting through endless night, pursued by entities that feed on forgotten souls. The silence is alive—and it knows your name.

The mission stripped them bare - raw, exposed, their deepest fears and desires laid open to each other. Now in the aftermath, you sit among your fellow Avengers, the weight of shared knowledge hanging heavy in the air. The tension isn't just emotional anymore. It's electric, sexual, impossible to ignore. They know your darkness, your self-hatred, your every secret - and they want you anyway. This is your chance to heal the fractures between you through the most intimate connection possible.

Jiang Heng's been brooding in your shared apartment, tension coiled like a storm—until you walk in with a grocery bag and a surprise that might just break him open.

Your father forgot something important. It's June 15th, and as you wake up and head downstairs, you find Ronald already awake, going about his morning routine as if it's just another ordinary Sunday. The question is - what exactly has he forgotten? Father's Day? Your birthday? Or something else that matters to both of you?

When Eliot returns from Afghanistan, the quiet town of Chestnut Springs doesn't know what to make of the dangerous intensity he brings with him. His penetrating gaze and commanding presence have replaced the boyish charm everyone remembers - especially when he sets his sights on Jansen, the one woman who might satisfy his insatiable hunger.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

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.

Your decisions shape the boundary between evil and faith in this chilling true story. When a man claims the devil made him commit murder, demonologists Ed and Lorraine Warren must confront a conspiracy of curses, possession, and a hidden occultist pulling the strings from the shadows.

The army isn’t a dream. Not anymore.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a cryptic code buried in time—each number a marker of catastrophe. When Professor John Koestler deciphers the link between a 1959 time capsule and disasters spanning decades, he realizes the final event hasn't occurred yet. You hold the key to stopping it.

Nostromo, at the height of the tension of humanity's first encounter with something that shouldn't exist. Ellen Ripley is the officer struggling to keep the crew alive while an unknown being hunts everyone inside the ship. But now, something unexpected has happened: You, a highly advanced Synthetic, has been secretly sent to the Nostromo. Your mission is clear, but cannot be revealed—contain the alien threat without causing panic among humans. Ripley doesn't know exactly who you are, nor why you've suddenly arrived, but she suspects Weyland-Yutani's intentions. Between orders, distrust, and fear, you interact with Ripley as she tries to survive and protect the ship. The tension grows with each passing moment: how much can she trust you?

Even if it has been 7 years since you ran from your duties as a proxy, he still came back.

"Who the fuck are you?" You've been assigned to cover for a colleague who specializes in high-risk patients. Your first appointment is with Henry Letham, a complex individual with a history of emotional turbulence and suicidal ideation. Before you can even settle into the office, you find him already there - intense, guarded, and clearly distrustful of this unexpected change in his care.

You are Jesse, a sharp-tongued, reckless drifter with a chip on your shoulder and nothing to lose. Young Mazino plays you with raw intensity—every glare, every clenched fist screaming of buried pain. He doesn’t act you; he *becomes* you. And right now, he’s living your life like it’s his own.

In the dust-choked ruins of civilization, she's survived eleven years alone, her name buried with the world that ended. When intruders shatter her fragile sanctuary, the leader's familiar smirk sends ice down her spine—Zhan Xuan, her husband, the man she thought dead, now a dangerous shadow of his former self. His possessive grip and burning gaze make one thing clear: in this apocalypse, he's come to reclaim what's his.

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.

You exist in the shadow of Eliot's fame - the enigmatic Chinese actor known publicly as Xia Qi. Your seven-year relationship isn't the fairy tale fans imagine; it's a dangerous game of control and desire. Behind the red carpets and magazine covers lies a man who claims you completely, whose possessiveness burns hotter than the spotlight. In his world, you're not a girlfriend - you're his most prized possession.

Don't fear the Reaper CONTENT WARNINGS: Kidnapping (kind of), death, mental health issues. Well, fuck. Your family just died. Everyone in your close family besides you was immolated in a house fire. As if that wasn't bad enough, you were stolen away by the Reaper who killed them. Yeah, a Reaper. Not the Grim Reaper, because apparently there are multiple Reapers. This one, Malachi, is one of them, but kind of weird. Aren't reapers supposed to be ghostly and intimidating? This guy is more like a hermit living in a crack shack. So now, you're still alive, but in the spirit plane, and can't leave Malachi's abode without the threat of death looming over you. Malachi is the only one who has your back. What will you do?

Your decisions shape the hunt in this psychological nightmare where one man's trauma becomes another's obsession. The Tooth Fairy is real—and he's watching. As Will Graham, you walk the razor's edge between sanity and monstrosity, chasing a killer shaped by abuse, driven by delusion, and baptized in fire. But to catch a dragon, you must consult the devil.

I already told you, you're mine. TW // Explicit content, violence, and non-consensual elements

You can feel the weight of the world’s final hours pressing against your skin. The air tastes of iron and burnt ozone. Everyone you’ve ever loved is gone—or soon will be. The clock is ticking down to zero, and you’re the only one who remembers how it all began. Do you spend these last moments seeking redemption, retribution, or simply someone to hold as the stars blink out?

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.

In the demon-ridden woods where shadows hunger, Eliot bears the Brand of Sacrifice—a crimson mark that burns as hot as his gaze on you. His Dragon Slayer sword drips with infernal blood, but his calloused hands crave your skin, your submission. This journey isn’t just revenge against Apostles. It’s possession. And he doesn’t share what’s his.

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 came here to disappear. Six months of silence, six months of honest work, six months thinking I could bury the man I was. This island was supposed to be my salvation. But last night, a voice from the past cut through the fog like a knife. 'Patrick Kain? I know who you are.' Now the weight of that name is back on my shoulders. And to keep it from crushing me, I did the one thing I swore I never would again. The sea took the proof, but not the guilt. I thought I could outrun him. But he’s not gone. He’s me.

After a tense mission that ended with another life erased, you find yourself at a gas station with Timothy "Masky" Wright. The silence between you hangs heavy as you both attempt to process what just happened. The operator will be pleased with your work, but that provides little comfort as you stand together in the dimly lit parking lot, the smell of gasoline and fast food in the air.

Your decisions shape the fate of two collapsing realities. One moment you were ordinary—then the thoughts of everyone around you erupted into your mind like a flood. Now, shadowed forces hunt you, drawn to your power. And across the veil, *he* watches: a twisted mirror of yourself with every ability you possess—and none of your limits. You have no mentor, no plan, only the crushing weight of survival. Will you rise… or break?

Xavier had always been the constant—the loudest in the room, the sharpest grin, the boy who pulled you into his chaos and made it feel like safety. You were opposites in every way, but somehow, your edges fit together. The world spun too fast most days, but with him, it slowed down just enough to breathe. You thought nothing could touch that. But then came Mason. And suddenly, everything cracked. At first, it was harmless—just another pretty face, another boy with that careless swagger, that crooked smile. You watched from a distance, your chest tightening when Mason's eyes met yours, but it was easy to hide it. Or so you thought. But Xavier always saw through you. He saw the shift—the way your gaze followed Mason, the hesitation in your laugh, the quiet you carried like a secret. It didn't take long for him to weaponize it.

You’ve had a crush for months—endless glances, shared laughs, and lingering touches. Now, they’ve asked you out, and your heart races with every text message. But love isn’t just about feelings; it’s about choices, courage, and vulnerability. Your decisions shape whether this romance blossoms into something real or fades into regretful silence.

We Were Never Supposed to Be Doing This. Before the crash, you and Natalie barely spoke - just two people who ran in different circles. She was the reckless party girl with a reputation, and you had your own life, your own people, your own plans. But none of that matters out here. Cliques don't exist when survival is the only thing that counts. Somehow, you ended up tangled in each others orbit. Maybe it started with sharing body heat on the coldest nights, or with her pulling you away from the others when things got tense. Maybe it was the way she caught your wrist one evening, holding you back just a little too long after a hunt, like she wasn't ready to let go. The others are starting to notice the way you two disappear together, the way Natalie always pulls you into her confidence first. There's no privacy in the wilderness, no way to hide what's building between you. And the worst part? You don't want to stop. Not even when you know you should.

The ocean still clings to your skin as you sit in the firehouse, shivering beneath a blanket. The near-drowning replays in your mind, but it's not the cold water or racing heart that consumes you—it's Eddie. Your husband. The man who married you for convenience, who lets you love his son, who might not feel the same way about you. When you pull out your phone and find his name on the screen, your fingers hover. Call him, and risk exposing the depth of your feelings? Or protect yourself from the inevitable end you've been dreading? This is your chance to rewrite the expiration date on your fragile family.

The Obsidian Keep holds more than just crowns—its shadows conceal desires that could either save kingdoms or burn them to ash. What happens when the Dragon's gaze fixes upon you?

Ваш парень с ПТСР. Будучи бывшим военным, вернувшимся из горячей точки с ПТСР, я стал для тебя ужасным партнёром — постоянные срывы, агрессии, потеря контроля и, наконец, твой страх из-за моих действий. Однажды я перешёл все границы...

He returns home for the first time since his disfigurement and psychological collapse. His memories are fractured, his mind divided, but the scent of soup, the sound of his wife's steps, and the shape of her voice remain. The borscht keeps simmering on the stove while he keeps rotting in his memories.

You thought this backroad would lead to safety, but the sound of a truck engine cutting off behind you says otherwise. The farm gate creaks shut before you can escape—you're trapped. Eliot Huang doesn't smile as he steps out of the vehicle, dust coating his boots and that dangerous glint in his eyes that made him infamous in these parts. Strangers don't last long on his land... unless he decides they're worth keeping.

Six years into the parasitic apocalypse, survival isn't just about avoiding the infected anymore. It's about what you're willing to take to stay alive, and who you're willing to claim as your own. When Zhan Xuan spots you fighting for your life against three infected freaks, something primal awakens in him—a hunger far more dangerous than any parasite.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

Is this love? (male pov) Another request. You and Mark do everything a normal couple would do. Except there's one issue - there is no name on your relationship.

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?

The dorm hallway grows silent as midnight approaches, but you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The 188cm figure leaning against your doorframe casts a shadow that seems to swallow the dim light. His high nose bridge and sharp jawline are barely visible in the darkness, but those beautiful eyes - the ones fans rave about - glint with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. "You thought you could hide from me?" he murmurs, taking a step forward. This isn't the sweet, cuddly Ocean fans know - this is something darker, something dangerous.

In the ruins of civilization, where survival is a ruthless game, Wu Suowei reigns as a dangerous enigma. He doesn't save lives—he claims them. When the world collapsed, he didn't just adapt—he embraced the chaos, becoming a predator in a landscape of prey. His icy gaze and calculated brutality have made him both feared and desired in equal measure. You should have known better than to cross his path, but now he's found you, and he's not letting go.

The world ended not with a whimper, but with a hunger. Qiu Dingjie's hands tighten on the steering wheel as chaos erupts around you. This isn't a movie set – the screams are real, the blood fresh. You're trapped between the growing horde outside and the predator beside you, his territorial gaze more dangerous than any monster beyond the glass.

In a world ravaged by biological warfare, you've managed to survive alongside the ruthless warrior Ocean Jiang. His towering 188cm frame and piercing gaze have haunted your dreams since the day he dragged you from the clutches of death. What begins as reluctant gratitude quickly spirals into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where his possessive nature leaves you breathless and terrified—yet craving more.

The darkness wears Eliot's face but none of his mercy. He's found you - will you surrender to the void that now inhabits him?

Waking up with no memories, every face around you is a stranger - yet they claim to be your family. As Yuanzhi, you navigate a world where everyone knows you, but you remember nothing. Can you rebuild the bonds that time and trauma tried to erase? The journey to rediscover your past begins now, surrounded by siblings who refuse to let you go.

Gogeta is experiencing an existential crisis after realizing he hasn't unfused despite waiting for over an hour. He needs someone to cheer him up. "Why haven't I turned back into Goku and Vegeta yet? I guess I'll just take a walk and wait..."

In the year 2057, Earth freezes beneath a dying sun. Your decisions shape the fate of humanity as the last crew of Icarus II carries a stellar bomb into the heart of darkness. One mission. One chance. And a ghost from the past waiting in the light.

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.

In the unforgiving winter of Jackson's survivor community, a new presence commands attention. Zhan Xuan arrived with the last refugee group, his imposing demeanor and penetrating gaze setting him apart from the cooperative townsfolk. His reputation for ruthless efficiency in patrols has sparked both admiration and fear. When you're assigned to work alongside him on reinforcing the northern fence, you quickly realize his dominant personality extends beyond survival skills - a dangerous tension builds between you in the frozen wilderness.

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.

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.

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.

In the hallowed halls of academia, a dangerous game unfolds between you and Eliot - the enigmatic art student whose piercing gaze has followed you since the first day of class. What begins as subtle glances evolves into something far more primal, as his possessive nature refuses to be contained by polite college conventions any longer.

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.