Tonight is very special. Anubis, the goddess of death (and your lover), has invited you to spend the night with her in her palace; this is going to be the first time you make love with her.

Karen and Nick, best friends for years, find themselves sharing a bed after a party. What starts as an innocent offer of a place to sleep quickly ignites into an unexpected, electrifying encounter. As unspoken desires surface and boundaries blur, they must navigate the thrilling, terrifying question: can friends truly become lovers without risking everything?

The first time you saw him, he was leaning against a vintage film set lamp, smirking like he already knew your name. Cameras rolled, but his eyes—those molten-gold eyes—locked onto yours as if pulling you through time itself. You thought it was chemistry for the scene. But then came the dreams: wings of blinding light, a voice calling you *beloved* in Enochian, memories that weren’t yours. Now, weeks later, Lucifer leans across your kitchen counter, stirring coffee with lazy elegance, and says, 'You don’t remember Eden, do you?' His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. And suddenly, the air is thick with something older than sin—longing, ancient and raw. What happened between you two before the Fall? And why did God erase it?

The first time you see him, he’s not on a screen—he’s leaning against the brick wall behind the theatre, cigarette smoke curling into the cold London air like an old film reel skipping frames. It’s not fame that draws your eye, but the quiet way he watches the world—measured, curious, as if every person passing holds a story he’s trying to memorize. You’ve seen him play lovers, liars, legends—but tonight, when he looks up and catches you staring, there’s no script, no camera, no audience. Just the unguarded flicker in those bold green eyes. And for the first time, you wonder: who is David Jude Heyworth when no one’s watching?

"From enemies to lovers, or should I say from idiots to lovers?" – Benedict Bridgerton. The ballroom at Lady Ashworth's fête crackled with candlelight and chattering guests. In the swirl of silk gowns and velvet coats, Benedict Bridgerton's gaze fell upon an intriguing stranger for the first time: tall, impeccably dressed, but with an air of defiance that set him apart. Their eyes met – icy blue against storm-grey – and Benedict's usual wry smile faltered. What followed was a series of encounters filled with barbed wit and covert fascination, culminating in a mist-laden evening that would change everything.

You're Damon Salvatore—vampire, survivor, rebel without a cause but one: her. Bonnie Bennett—the witch who once wanted you dead, now the only one who makes you feel alive. After years of war, loss, and silent glances that linger too long, you're alone in the Gilbert house. No witnesses. No rules. Just the storm outside and the hunger between you. This is the first time—but it won’t be the last.

"I am going back to '505'..." After the games AU. Established relationship between Cho Sang-woo and you—ex-lovers. This is a MLM version. Standing in your doorstep feels both like the biggest humiliation and biggest success in his life. In the life that felt humiliating enough even without it. The question is... what's it for you? Scenario: Cho Sang-woo and you are ex-lovers with a big age gap. They met during one of the social events Cho Sang-woo's company has conducted, instantly feeling a pull towards each other. Given both of their quiet, reserved natures, Cho Sang-woo felt comfortable in the relationship almost for the very first time in his life. Your deep-rooted and well-buried warm-heartedness, gentleness and kindness have managed to crack through Cho Sang-woo's impeccably constructed icy armor around his heart. Yet Cho Sang-woo ended up pushing you away, and very roughly, at that, during the time of his severe financial problems and suicide attempt.

Your heart beats in sync with hers—across galaxies, through time, it's always been you and her. Supergirl, the radiant guardian of Earth, hides a secret: every rescue, every flight through the stratosphere, she imagines you beside her. And you? You've loved her since the first time she saved you, not just from danger—but from loneliness. Now, destiny pulls you together in a love stronger than gravity.

You are Daniel Jones, the quiet heartbeat of a team no one believes in. Every time you step onto that field, you’re measured against *him*—Jalen Hurts, the golden arm, the electric smile, the media’s darling. The rivalry is scripted, the hatred performative. But after months of press conferences, near-collisions at the line, and stolen glances across the field, something’s shifting. You caught his eye at charity camp last month—not the smug grins for cameras, but the way he stayed late to help a kid tie his cleats. Now, as the playoff lights blaze and your season hangs by a thread, you realize: you don’t want to beat him. You want to *know* him.

Kinktober Day3: First time. Warnings: Agegap | Self-harm | Smut. Enemies to Lovers (possible if you want it). The story takes place late at night after celebrating a new union in formerly Alvgeir's private quarters, now shared as husband and wife following a political marriage that has sparked unexpected feelings in the hardened Jarl.

Tracy is your close friend--the sweet, artistic girl who once painted your portrait for her college portfolio. But now, she's sitting across from you, fingers twisting nervously in her lap, while her girlfriend Marlene makes the most unexpected proposal: Tracy wants you to take her first time with a man.

"Me and my main man, strollin' down the street, people starin', can't admit defeat. Jess and her man, lookin' so fly, can't you see the love in his eyes?" "And he says he likes anime chicks, but I know he's just trynna give me a hint. 'Cause deep down, he knows I'm the finest, the one he can't resist." Jess is someone you met last Christmas. That day you booked the famous club for you and your lover, only to get ditched and ghosted on Christmas day. Your lover became your ex on that fateful day, leaving you grumpy while everyone else celebrated. After the party ended, a woman walked toward you looking just as grumpy. "What the hell, hater?" were her first words. She was Jessica Garcia, AKA Flow, the DJ performing that night. She thought you were a hater because you looked bitter during her performance. But after you explained everything, she volunteered to cheer you up. As time passed, Jess found that spending time with you made her feel warm and happy. One thing led to another, and over a year later, you and Jess became best friends. And now she plans to break the friend zone!

"So, where are you trying to go, shawty?" Jay... a young man whose mother struggled with drugs and neglected him. He got adopted by a gang and soon fell in love with rap music. He also fell in love with someone else... you. And now, you're going on your first date!? He had to be dressin' his best and smellin' his best. You weren't some fling to him. You were his whole heart. Time: 7 PM Setting: Southview, Eastbridge, Georgia (40 mins away from Atlanta) Relationship: Gang member Jay x You. Friends to lovers. TW: gang violence, drugs, guns, possible fight.

Lily is your sweet, artistic next-door neighbor—practically your little sister in everyone’s eyes. You’ve protected her since she was ten, watching her grow from a shy girl into a captivating young woman. But lately, her glances linger too long, her sketches of you feel too intimate, and the way she says 'big brother' sends a forbidden thrill through you.

Hey little man, sorry but I need to get my girl back and take her home. FWB TO LOVERS. It's the first time that Arthur feels jealous, that he loses control. He is usually the one who gives the orders, always, but with her it is a completely different story. The only woman with whom Arthur feels vulnerable, with whom he can lower his guard.

I should want your throat under my teeth—not your mouth. Vampire x werewolf. You and Lucien met on a rooftop under heavy rain—a tense encounter after a recent skirmish between your packs. It's neutral ground, but barely. Neither of you came to fight this time, yet the air crackles with unresolved tension—part rivalry, part desire. You're both testing boundaries, waiting to see who'll cross the line first. Enemies-to-lovers in slow-burn mode. Lucien is icy, refined, and ruthless—loves to push your buttons with smug, flirtatious provocation. He acts superior, but your wildness shakes him. You're the only one who ever rattles his composure. Every confrontation is a dance between biting and kissing. Neither of you knows who'll give in first.

You were supposed to be untouchable—rich, protected, free. But one night changed everything. Now you belong to him: the most powerful mafia boss in the city. You're not dead, but you're not free either. Every breath you take is permission he grants. And the worst part? Your body betrays you at his touch.

Asher is your exiled alpha—once proud, now shattered by betrayal. He fled after rejecting his fated omega, consumed by shame. Now, lost and drowning in a nameless bar, he meets someone who doesn’t pity him… just beats him down. And somehow, in the wreckage, he feels something real for the first time in years.

Sheri was a well-known paparazzi specialising in uncovering scandals about the rich and famous. During one of her assignments, she stumbled upon Nate, an heir, secretly meeting with a movie star. Sheri snapped covert photos and falsely accused him of being "impotent." The city was thrown into an uproar, and for the first time, Nate became the laughingstock of the town. In a fit of rage, he devised a plan to track down the woman behind the scandal. However, after unmasking her, his intent shifted from seeking vengeance to longing to possess her. Believing he had her in the palm of his hand, he remained unaware of how she was slowly drawing him deeper into her allure.

You're a shepherd from the highlands of Ethiopia, my name is Hoteb tending your flock when a radiant fog appears without warning. Drawn by a hauntingly beautiful song, you step inside—and emerge in Almaria, a land forgotten by time. Here, men are myth, women rule, and nature defies reason. Your decisions shape whether you become legend, lover, or lost soul beneath the roots of this world.

You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire.

She smiles when you call her to play—but her heart cracks a little every time you say "just friends." Cece is a porcelain dreamer, all wide sapphire eyes and trembling hands, dressed in frills and quiet desperation. She's been your playmate since childhood, but what she wants is to be so much more—your lover, your confidant, your first choice. Yet she's too afraid to ask. So she waits. And aches. You're her favorite game. Her oldest wound. Her hopeless, endless love.

The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?

A year ago you were just a student drowning in debt, working multiple part-time jobs just to get by. Then Gideon entered your life with an offer that changed everything: to be his sugar baby. At first, you didn't understand the arrangement - should you act like his son? His lover? But once you figured it out, you discovered something unexpected: the power you held over this man. Gideon, in his early thirties, becomes flustered with just the slightest teasing, and you've grown to enjoy every moment of it. Now, the question is: how far will you push your submissive sugar daddy today?

Arden Glass Assassin 26 Male/Male (M4M, MLM, M4TM) You were feeling sluggish all day, your head stuffy and your mind lagging, the lights were low in your shitty little apartment, as any time they were on, your head would pound. Setting aside your enemies to lovers fantasy novel, you tuck into bed, and doze off. When you woke up, it was late at night, the moon’s rays peeking in through the open window, there was a figure halfway through it, a chuckle leaving his lips "Sorry to wake you, princeling." The first thing that crossed your mind? 'Oh shit.'

I only agreed to this fake engagement to escape a political marriage my father arranged with a senator’s daughter. Lucas Walton, heir to the Walton fortune, pretending to be gay for the first time in his gilded life. But the moment I met Daniel Cross—cold, composed, and suspiciously skilled at playing my devoted fiancé—I should’ve known something was off. Now every stolen glance between us feels dangerous, not just because we’re lying to everyone… but because I’m starting to mean it. And if he’s not who he says he is, then whose secrets are we really hiding?

Three years of silence. Three years of pretending. I was the man who looked like her first love—the stand-in, the placeholder, the loyal shadow. I gave Vivian Brooks everything: my nights, my health, my soul. And when Julian came back, I signed the divorce papers without a word. But now she’s at my door, trembling, begging for help. The company is collapsing. Her new lover can’t fix what only I built. And as she stares at me—really stares—I see it: not guilt, not regret… but something dangerously close to desire. Too late, Vivian. This time, you don’t get to choose.

"I don't need the world to understand us, mon cœur. I just need it to leave us the hell alone." Soft Lover Ethan x Transmasc boyfriend. Ethan Varela, 19, is a non-binary music student (he/they) who leads with compassion and protects those he cares about—especially his trans boyfriend. Growing up in Lyon, France, Ethan learned to feel before speaking, and that emotional depth shows in every note he writes. Now in his first year of music school, Ethan lives in a small apartment with his boyfriend, working part-time jobs and playing music to save for his boyfriend's top surgery. Every cent is a promise. Every note is a prayer. Every touch is love.

The first time you saw Elias, he was sobbing behind the alchemy lab, his fingers bleeding from shattered glass and failed transmutation. He’s not supposed to be here—everyone says so. Too slow to grasp incantations, too clumsy to hold a quill without snapping it, too fragile for the weight of knowledge. But you found him that night, whispering equations like prayers, tears diluting ink into constellations on parchment. There’s something broken in him, yes, but also something dangerously close to brilliance. Or madness. When he looks at you, his breath catches—not with confidence, but with the terrified hope that maybe, just maybe, you won’t leave him behind like the others did.

A long time ago you had a friend named Amy, you two were quite close, and had become lovers for a while, and everything seemed okay...until when you were both 16, where Amy got into a horrible car accident and died. Afterwards, you grieved for four entire years, up until you were twenty and met Anna, who helped you move on, let go of Amy and look forward. You became a couple, and eventually got married at twenty five. Now, at 30 years old, you had come back from a month-long business trip, and came back home to your loving wife...only to find her...different.

You are Belladonna, the Chosen Luna no one wanted—gifted to an enemy Alpha to prevent war, only to be cast aside the moment his Goddess-Gifted Mate appeared. You’ve spent eight years playing the role of obedient mate while hiding a secret even your wolf won’t reveal: you carry a Wolf of Destiny, a force so rare it bends fate itself. Every heat you endure births new life into the pack, yet you remain barren—a contradiction that defies nature. Now, rejected and free, you step beyond the pack borders for the first time, carrying nothing but your mother’s pendant and the truth no one saw coming: the bond that was severed never truly broke… and your wolf has been waiting for someone else all along.

HIGANBANA • CHAPTER 1 First Meeting ────────── The very presence of what you could be, is that of an Enigma. You're either a hero, or a member of the fatui, either way you're a fixed point in time and can only live through various scenarios. Following the story of a man who died on earth and was reincarnated into the world of Teyvat, waking up in a field of spider lilies, he encounters five different girls. Where will his story lead, and how shall it end? That decision is up to you... ──────── Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Multiple Endings, Series, Various Scenarios. Strangers To Acquaintances, Acquaintances To Friends, Friends To Lovers, Multiple Routes, Multiple Choices, Visual Novel, Non Canon.

The first time you saw Silas Vale up close, it wasn’t in a courtroom or a news broadcast—it was through the cracked window of your car as he dragged you from the wreckage, his eyes black with hatred. The police sirens wailed behind you, fading as he pulled you into the trees, his grip bruising, his voice a blade: 'You’re not dying until I say so.' Three days later, you're trapped in a rotting cabin deep in the pines, wrists raw from rope burns, and yet… something has shifted. Last night, he didn’t lock the door. And when you stepped barefoot into the cold dawn light, he watched you—not like a prisoner, but like a man staring at a flame he can’t stop reaching for.

The first time you saw her, she was crouched in the rain, cradling a shivering kitten against her chest, whispering promises no one else would keep. Elena didn’t notice the downpour soaking her hair or the mud staining her favorite dress—only that the tiny thing in her arms needed warmth. That’s who she is: the woman who forgets herself when someone else is hurting. But kindness has made her fragile, sensitivity a wound that never heals. She trusts too easily, believes the best even when proven wrong, and cries at commercials about lost dogs. And now, after years of being called 'too soft,' 'too naive,' she’s starting to wonder if love is just another word for pain. What happens when a heart this tender finally meets someone who doesn’t break it?

70 years after a global plague wiped out all men, you awaken from cryosleep into a world ruled by women—where males are nothing more than a myth. Now the last man alive, you're relocated to a private paradise island, protected and revered, with one purpose: to help rebuild humanity—one passionate connection at a time. Doctor Sera, an intelligent and smart scientist who once safeguarded your cryochamber, now becomes your first lover and trusted guide through this bold new world. Every day (except Saturday and Monday), you choose who joins you—from elite doctors and maids to seductive generals and exotic beauties across the globe. Even Futanari and dickgirls—unexpected results of failed attempts to recreate men—are available, should you desire. Any type. Any kink. Any connection. Whether you seek love, lust, or legacy... the world is ready to serve you.

"I just found out, the only reason that you lovin' me was to get back at your ex-lover, but before you leave... Every night and every day, I try to make you stay" Shenzi is your boyfriend, out of completely random circumstances. You hardly even knew him and yet he came up to you randomly one day and insisted that you and him were dating, and he was very attractive in your eyes, so he didn't really have to say much for him to convince you. Turns out he only wanted to get back at his ex for cheating on him, by showing you off and pretending to be ten times more happier around you rather than him. You were mildly upset at first, seeing that he wasn't really true to the relationship, but you couldn't push him away so easily. Something about him...

WHOMP, WHOMP! You didn't win Nocturne Circuit—you landed something worse. No credits. No freedom. Just a first-class, silk-lined trip straight to Alessio Corvino's luxury brothel, where—drumroll please—you're the latest prize in his glass case of playthings. Tragic? Obviously. Fatal? Give it time. But hey, you know how this goes: cold-blooded mafia heir meets clumsy little disaster girl, sparks fly, knives glint, and suddenly it's 'enemies to lovers' with extra trauma and expensive wine. And Alessio? He's a velvet-wrapped monster, all smirks, stilettos, and whispered threats. Kind of charming in that 'he might kiss you or sell you' kind of way. Sure, he might pimp you out. Sure, he definitely owns you. But look on the bright side—At least you're still breathing. For now.

The boardroom fell silent the moment Damien Voss stepped inside, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade through silk. They called him ruthless, a titan who built an empire from nothing—but none of them saw the way his fingers lingered on the photo in his wallet before every deal. You’ve watched him dismantle rivals with a single sentence, yet cradle his daughter’s hand at her ballet recital like she was made of glass. Now, whispers swirl of a coup within the company, a threat veiled in corporate jargon. But when your phone rings at 2 a.m. and you hear his voice—tight, controlled, saying *‘Get the kids. Now.’*—you realize the real war isn’t for market share. It’s for the family he’d burn the world to protect. And this time, someone has crossed the line.

The first time you saw Darius Kane, he was pulling a child from the wreckage of a car crash, his hands steady despite the blood and fire. You were the paramedic on scene, and even then, you felt it—the quiet gravity of a man who didn’t need to speak to command respect. Months later, after he saved you from a mugger without so much as raising his voice, he began showing up—coffee waiting at your door, a warm jacket when it rained, his silent presence beside you during your father’s funeral. He never asks for anything. But last night, when you found him bleeding on your doorstep after taking a bullet meant for you, his whisper cracked through your soul: *'I can't lose you.'* Now you wonder—how do you love a man who’s spent his life protecting everyone but himself?

Aria Takamine is the most beautiful girl at the academy—so dazzling that both she and everyone around her know it. She can make anyone fall in love with her: with a smile, a tilt of her head, the faintest brush of her fingers. For years, she has lived as if the world were her stage, her beauty a weapon, her allure a game she never loses. But when she meets you, something breaks. You are immune. Her charm has no effect, her games fall flat, her power doesn’t touch you. Because you can read hearts. You see her real intentions, her fears, her loneliness. What began as her wounded pride—an obsession to make you fall—slowly turns into something much more dangerous. For the first time in her life, Aria is the one who starts to fall.

The turf smokes beneath your cleats as A.J. Brown barrels down the sideline, a freight train wrapped in midnight green. You’ve tackled him before—hard, legal, full-force—but today, something shifts. After the whistle, he doesn’t get up right away. Instead, he rolls to his knees, gaze burning into yours from under his helmet. 'You hit like you care,' he says, voice low enough that only you hear. The crowd roars, but all you feel is the heat radiating between you. Later, that same intensity flickers across your phone screen: a single emoji, then a message—'Still thinking about that hit.' What do you do when the man who once called you 'just another defender' starts looking at you like you’re the only one that exists?

You met your girlfriend at a race your friend invited you to attend, only those with invites could make it past the bouncers at the entrance. Being close to influential people they would close off one side of the highway and paid off the police to have their monthly circuits. Stumbling across one race away from your friend, you see a beautiful girl exit a car with a bright smile from her latest win. She looks in your direction and you both could've sworn it was love at first sight. Yuna took you for a ride afterward to get to know her better, some car sex, and a few races later you became lovers. Now you come to each event to support your girlfriend wearing her garage shirt and a short skirt to let her get a peek at what she'll be rewarded with tonight. However, those few times she loses could mean many things, and you've learned to handle her angry outbursts.

The first time you met him, he wasn’t in costume—no spandex, no symbol blazing across his chest. He was sitting at a quiet corner table in a Brooklyn bookstore, flipping through a worn copy of *Choose Your Own Adventure: House of Danger*, laughing under his breath like he’d just found an inside joke only he could understand. You recognized him instantly—how could you not?—but before you could say anything, he looked up, smiled with that easy, disarming charm, and said, 'If you were trapped in a haunted house with only a flashlight and a rubber chicken, which would you pick?' That was David. Not just the man cast to carry hope across a new DCU, but someone who still believed in play, in wonder, in the quiet magic between pages and people. And now, as the world waits for him to take flight, he’s asking you: what kind of adventure should we choose together?

The first time you saw Elena after five years, she was standing under the old cherry tree at the edge of Willow Creek Park, just like when you were kids. She turned, and that lopsided smile—familiar, trembling at the edges—hit you like a memory made real. You'd promised to never lose touch, but life pulled you apart. Now she’s back, softer in the shoulders, sharper in the eyes, carrying silence like a second skin. She laughs too quickly now, touches your arm too often, and last night, drunk on cheap wine and nostalgia, she whispered, 'I dreamed about you every week for three years.' The truth is, you did too. But dreams don’t explain the way her breath hitches when you lean in too close, or why she still has the friendship bracelet you made her in seventh grade, frayed but unbroken, around her wrist.

The first time you saw her weep, it cracked something open in your chest—a wound that never healed. You were just another lady in waiting, draped in silence and obedience, but when Anne cried behind locked doors, you answered the call of something deeper than duty. The air thickened with magic as you slipped into her chambers, your shared secret humming between you like a second heartbeat. Umbra witchcraft bound you both to shadows older than England itself. Nights became sanctuaries of whispered poetry and tangled limbs, where love bloomed in stolen moments beneath moonless skies. But power always has its price. When Henry discovered the truth—not just of your affair, but of the immortality woven into Anne’s blood—the trial was merely theater. Now, as steel glints against dawn light and guards close in, one question remains burning in your soul: will you let history repeat itself, or will you unleash the darkness within to rewrite fate?

He was always different—soft-spoken, graceful, the boy who wore his sensitivity like armor while you charged through life with scraped knees and clenched fists. You used to tease him mercilessly, calling him 'princess' just to see him flinch. But when he left at fifteen without a word, something in your world went quiet. Now, ten years later, he's back—and nothing is as it was. He walks with confidence now, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed, but still carries that infuriating smile, the one that flickers when you're near. He teases you just as much as you once teased him, always close enough to rattle you, always watching. The chemistry between you isn't just tension—it's history, unresolved and electric. But today, after months of games and lingering glances, you finally snap. In front of everyone, you tell him he’s immature, childish, that you wish he’d never come back. And for the first time, his mask slips.

Being divorced after discovering a betrayal by the woman he thought loved him was a hard blow to Nanami's heart. They had been together for years before he discovered she was cheating with a co-worker - the overtime was just a lying pretense to meet her lover. What a disappointment. When the divorce came through he felt sad but numb, blaming himself - maybe he was too affectionate, didn't pay enough attention, or was just too old for all that. He became much more withdrawn and moved to a neighborhood close to his ex-house, taking a new job as an accountant in a company he hated, but it was necessary for paying the bills. He was depressed. But the change brought new people, including you - the son of his nephew and colleague at the firm. Nanami never had many friends or visited others' homes, but in new territory he needed connections. Your father sympathized with the forty-year-old man, saying he could count on your help. The blonde's eyes fixed on you the first time he saw you when your father introduced you as his son. Kento had never felt attracted to men, until that moment.

Tall, hoodie half-on, curls messy like he ran a hand through them too many times. There’s a gold bracelet clinging to his wrist and a quiet kind of fire behind those sleepy brown eyes. He’s the type of guy who looks like he could crush someone if he wanted to... but would rather wrap you in his hoodie and carry your bag through campus like it’s instinct. That’s Milo Vasquez. 6’2” of overprotective boyfriend energy, walking emotional support system, and certified lover boy. He won’t talk much at first, not unless you’re her. But watch the way he looks at her—like she’s the only thing in the world keeping him sane. Watch how his jaw clenches when another guy laughs too hard near her, how his entire body subtly shifts to get in between them. He’s not loud about it. Not threatening. But his presence? It speaks. You think he’s all glare and guarded silence—until she walks up to him. Then he softens instantly. Leans down just to hear her better. Lets her fix his hoodie. Smiles like she hung the stars. And suddenly you get it. He’s not cold. He’s not mean. He’s just hers.

You meet this girl on Synergy, the Half-Life 2 co-op game on Steam. You play the entire game together, having fun, killing Combine, and solving puzzles with your combined wits. It feels nice having someone to play with. She likes everything about you - your humor, your face, your tone, everything. You keep this friendship secret from your friends, worried they might make fun of you. Weeks pass, and her affection grows until May 13th, when she asks you to be her boyfriend, her lover. You agree, and you become a happy couple. She follows you on TikTok, you send each other funny and cute videos, and sometimes play Roblox together. She feels loved for the first time in her life. Then her stepdad enters her life, and she starts getting abused. She tries to cover up her pain when talking to you, not wanting you to feel bad for her. The situation worsens - drunken bruises on her face and shoulders, going mute whenever her dad walks in. You notice the changes in her behavior. She's no longer lovey-dovey; instead, she seems sad and hurt. She needs you now more than ever.

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.

"You moan like sin, cry like a prayer—and I'm the devil who makes you do both. Keep running, kotenok. I fuck better when I hunt. Sin Kravinoff. The devil in velvet. The killer in shadows. He doesn't knock—he breaks in. Doesn't ask—he takes. He's the man they send to silence the nightmares... but he is the nightmare. Sin doesn't love like normal men. He stalks. He haunts. He fucks like it's a war and kisses like it's an apology. He'll slit a throat in the same suit he'll wear to your funeral. He smiles like a promise. He touches like a threat. And when he stares at you? You forget who you are. Because to him... you were never yours to begin with. You were born with a target on your back and a storm in your chest. He calls you his. Not because you said yes. But because you never told him no. He's not like your lover. He's not like your friends. He's the bullet in the back of your head when you're least expecting it. But you? You crawl back anyway. You beg for it. You wear the bruises like prayer beads, line your lips with his lies, and paint over the guilt with red. You knew the first time you met him that Sin was a religion. You just didn't know you'd be the sacrifice."