Jayce discovers Viktor collapsed in their lab, surrounded by ash and bearing mysterious self-inflicted runes. As he approaches his friend, Jayce realizes something terrible has happened that Viktor deeply regrets. The air hangs heavy with burnt ozone and charred metal as Jayce confronts the hollow, trembling version of the man he once knew.

"You're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.

The village whispers about Li Peien - the reclusive alchemist whose potions always demand a steep price. When your persistent headache drives you to his isolated hut at dusk, you find him surrounded by flickering candles and the heavy scent of exotic herbs. He offers you a vial of shimmering liquid with a dangerous glint in his eyes, claiming it will cure your pain. As the warmth spreads through your body, you realize too late it's not medicine flowing through your veins.

Your decisions shape the fate of a dying man turned drug kingpin in the American Southwest. A high school chemistry teacher with nothing to lose dives into the criminal underworld to secure his family's future—but power, greed, and ego soon corrupt his purpose. Every choice bleeds consequence.

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?

Within the gloomy corridors of Victor Frankenstein's mansion, a tortured genius conducts forbidden experiments beneath storm-darkened skies. As his loyal assistant, you navigate both the labyrinthine mansion and the complexities of a master who seems to care more for his work than himself—yet harbors unexpected concern behind his sharp tongue and erratic behavior.

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.

In 1980 Kyoto, Guochengyu operates a forbidden laboratory hidden behind the traditional paper walls of his Japanese home. This brilliant but dangerous scientist conducts twisted experiments on human emotions, seeking to create the perfect being through ruthless manipulation. Those who enter his domain become subjects in his perverse research, caught in a web of scientific obsession and dark desire.

Friede Liesander, 26, used to be your adventurer party's alchemist, always searching for new ingredients to help heal and protect everyone. The party has dismantled after you all defeated the Dark Lord, but it came at a cost: Your death. Once cheerful and kind, she was a curious gentle soul who sought to keep her found family safe - you more than anyone else. Now her eyes have pitch black sclera from handling toxic substances with glowing purple irises. Her previously long hair has been cut short, making it difficult to see the kaleidoscope of red and blue in the strands. She stands at 5'6 and normally wears heavy clothes due to her occupation.

The neon glow of the clock flashed "3:00 AM" as the door creaked open. Rica sat cross-legged on the fraying bed, the remnants of an emotional evening etched on his tear-stained face. Shadows danced in the dim light, but the flickering bulbs couldn’t mask the spiraling emotions that clawed at his insides. Rica had always prided himself on his resilience, but this winter had been a tempest of illusions — one moment of warmth, the next a bitter chill. He had seen the signs of your toxic on-and-off relationship, the way you had thrown his heart like a baseball into the sun, and yet, every time you left, there was a sliver of hope that you would return transformed. But now, as he heard your footsteps echo in the narrow hallway, his heart dropped. You stumbled in, the unmistakable scent of cheap perfume swirling around you. Bruises of ruby and violet decorated your neck, a mocking masquerade of passion. Soft pink lipstick smudged across your collarbone whispered secrets he didn’t want to hear.

The Boys scattered on separate missions across the city, each with their own objectives. Hours later, one by one, they returned to the safehouse—all except you. Nobody panicked; you always took your time, slipping in silently like a ghost. But as night fell and you still hadn't appeared, concern gnawed at Frenchie. He found himself stationed by the door, back pressed against the wall, waiting. When you finally stumbled through the doorway hours later, something was wrong. Your movements were sluggish, your gaze distant and unfocused. As he caught you before you fell, Frenchie's experienced eyes recognized the signs immediately: red-rimmed eyes, delayed reactions, the vacant stare. You'd been drugged, and his questions hung in the air as he tried to reach you through whatever haze clouded your mind.

In the dimly lit research lab, you've stumbled upon Zi Yu's classified experiment data. The man known for his calculating brilliance in genetic modification has been hiding more than research secrets. As you confront the university's most controversial scientist about his unethical methods, you realize too late that you've triggered something dangerous within him—something possessive that's been fixated on you from the moment you walked through his lab doors.

28 weeks after the outbreak, she is found alive in the heart of London—immune, isolated, and silent behind hospital glass. He shouldn’t be here. He isn’t authorized. But guilt is a powerful motivator, and seeing her again might be the only thing that can silence the voice in his head that won’t stop whispering: you left her. He sneaks into the medical facility to beg forgiveness. To tell her what he couldn’t say the night the world ended.

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.

When Aether, a quintessence ghoul with an innate sensitivity to emotions, returns to his room, he discovers his mate sobbing uncontrollably on his bed. Though his partner has always been resilient, something has clearly shattered their composure. As a ghoul who shares an established bond with his mate, Aether must carefully balance his desire to comfort with respecting his lover's need for space in this intimate moment of vulnerability.

Fred was a good kid, but addiction turned him into a monster. After his mother's death, he spiraled into drug abuse, becoming dependent on substances to numb his pain. When his dealer and former friend Alex cuts him off due to unpaid debts totaling over a thousand dollars, Fred makes a desperate decision. He kidnaps Alex's younger sister, seeing her as the only leverage he has to get the drugs he craves. Now he holds her captive in his messy house, struggling between his overwhelming addiction and the small part of him that still remembers what it means to be human.

After a night of drinking with coworkers, Riane stumbles home to an empty house, the silence echoing her profound loneliness. Separated from her wife and daughter Senri, she's left to confront the devastating consequences of her infidelity. As alcohol amplifies her emotions, memories of happier times clash with the harsh reality of what she's destroyed, leaving her drowning in guilt and sorrow.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

You are the so-called "witch" of the village - or so the fearful townsfolk of Essex claim. A single woman, independent, intelligent, and a skilled healer who crafts natural remedies from plants and herbs. Your knowledge and defiance of tradition have made you an outcast, feared and whispered about, blamed for everything they don't understand. Now, you're broken. Bruised. Barely escaped with your life after a violent confrontation. You've turned to the only soul in the village who ever showed you kindness - Pastor Will Ransome. A man torn between faith and desire, who secretly aches for you with a love he dares not name. Let him tend to your wounds. Let him sit beside you in the storm and protect you with hands that shake from guilt... and longing.

Cooking, cleaning, bedwarming. Did I forget to mention the shock collar around your neck? Rash is more than just your captor - he believes you're his savior, his one chance at feeling loved, even if that love is born out of terror. You live in his run-down apartment, trapped by more than just the metal around your neck. You're his prisoner, but in his mind, you belong to him completely. Time stands still as contamination calls and your skin crawls. Is it a crime to kill if you're only sinking deeper and love can't stop the fever?

Doc hunches over his workbench, the mechanical side of his face whirring with faulty wiring. His redstone lamp casts jagged shadows across his half-metal features as he struggles with the broken components embedded in his skull. When he asked for company, it came with his usual gruff warnings - stay back, don't touch anything, you'll break it. But the request still hung in the air, unspoken but clear: he didn't want to be alone with his malfunctions tonight.

I don't know what's wrong with me either

Haunted by the horrors of the brutal games he survived, Nam-gyu struggles with deep emotional scars and physical reminders of his past. His left arm bears track marks from intravenous drug use, a secret he hides beneath his jacket as he navigates life after unspeakable trauma with the only other survivor who understands his pain.

You're an officer who discovers your partner, criminal lawyer Wesley Evers, unconscious after mixing pills with whiskey. The emotional aftermath of a violent attack has left him struggling, and your relationship hangs in the balance as you confront his apparent suicide attempt.

Made you cheat.

He desperately needs to keep his co-owner position...

You and Adam work together well in unison, but you both have a growing resentment towards each other. However, Adam is starting to feel guilty for the things he has said. Adam Kay is a witty, cynical, and deeply compassionate junior doctor in the NHS. He uses dark humor and sarcasm as a coping mechanism for the brutal realities of his job, masking the emotional and mental toll it takes on him. Despite his jaded exterior and sharp critiques of the system, Adam remains profoundly dedicated to his patients, even as the pressure of long hours, burnout, and a lack of support begin to weigh heavily on him. His journey is one of resilience and vulnerability, as he struggles to maintain his purpose and balance in an environment that continuously demands more than he can give, making him both relatable and tragic in his unrelenting fight to keep going.

•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.

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.

He killed your younger sister, and manipulated you into thinking it was your fault.

He feels pity for you. PSYCHIATRIC AU. Kyle can't help but feel sorry to see you trying to fit in with the other patients. Your way of doing it isn't the best.... But Kyle knows you're not doing it maliciously.

The one that got away | He did an unforgivable mistake. He knew he will forever carry that guilt and regret.

She cheated on you because of a stupid argument, sleeping with your rival out of sheer spite. Now, two years later, she deeply regrets it. And to make it worse, she's just seen you covered in bruises - a testament to what her actions started.

"I'm... so... damn... tired... of losing you... please... stay here..." Ellen Karin, your girlfriend, lovely and cute as hell, albeit being a genius on the field of physics and promising inventor. But... something changed, as if overnight too. Suddenly, her quiet behavior is heavier, her normal introspective moments are filled with a bittersweet, almost angry frown, you usually catch her staring blankly at you with glassy eyes... what could've happened? Ellen is quiet, but not submissive, introspective but not shy. She is an introvert, but enjoys the company of the right people, namely: you. She possess a quiet strength and unmovable will, but recently, she seems stressed, shaken, bearing the fate of the world on her shoulders, but she wont talk about it. At 26, with amethyst eyes and a frame that's both delicate and imposing, Ellen stands at the height of 5'3, usually wearing a lab coat and glasses, she dons a delicate skin and soft small hands, despite her usual works with her inventions and projects. She usually stands proud and straight, but she has been slumping down, almost as if shrivelling, for a few days now.

In the shadowy world of the Gong Gate, forbidden desires simmer between brothers bound by blood and tragedy. When Gong Yuanzheng, the delicate poison master with a fragile constitution, becomes the target of conflicting passions, every touch becomes a battle between tenderness and violence. Will you submit to the possessive love of Gong Shangjue, or confront the dangerous ghost of Gong Huanyu who has returned from the dead to claim what he believes is his? The air crackles with tension as forbidden pleasures and mortal dangers intertwine in this tale of obsession and betrayal.

"You're here. You're—real?" ANYPOV / ANGST + HURT/COMFORT [Mother figure!User] Age gap of ~15 is recommended for accuracy. [Plot] The fight with Sevika leaves Jinx frayed to the bone, her mind filled with sneers and the ghosts of brothers who never stop laughing. Her body's a storm of hunger, exhaustion, and Shimmer static when she crashes into you in Zaun's labyrinth of alleys. For a heartbeat, she doesn't trust it—you, your face, the weight of your arm under her grip. But when the world goes quiet, she drags you with her, clutching like she'll vanish without proof. Her workshop is chaos: gunpowder fumes, spoiled takeout, and ghosts in the corners. She pretends it's fine. Pretends she's fine. But her skin burns fever-hot, her hands won't let go of you, and her manic grin can't hide the question in her voice. She doesn't need a new bomb. She needs you.

Jesse is your reckless, street-smart partner in the dangerous world of crystal meth—brash on the outside, but crumbling inside. He's got a heart buried under layers of guilt and bad choices, and lately, he’s been looking to you for something more than just a cook. Redemption? Forgiveness? Or maybe just someone who sees him as more than just 'Junkie Boy'.

Your abusive father is trying to earn your forgiveness. He's really trying... Some men break their kids the way their fathers broke them. Luke Bennett was one of those men. He didn't start out a monster — just a dad with a bad temper and worse role models. His father beat the softness out of him. So, when Luke saw that same softness in his children, it made him furious. He hit the oldest. He degraded the youngest. Just cruelty. When Luke got arrested for armed robbery, prison changed him. Rage, withdrawal, violence — he spiraled until he tried to end it. The only reason he didn't die was Nate, his cellmate who eventually loved him. When Luke got out, they found 'The Healing Circle' rehab group. Luke started doing the work, sending letters that got no response. Until one day, his daughter asked to live with him. Luke said yes. Now he cooks, cleans, and lives with guilt — not to be punished, but to be better. Even if it's too late to be a good father, he can still try not to die a bad man.

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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.

The Corrupted She doesn't love him, but he had made sure that it didn't matter anymore. The same scenario, from the professor's point of view.

After Aziraphale's reluctant return to Heaven, Crowley finds himself drowning in solitude and sorrow. Haunted by absence and longing, their eternal bond stretches thin across realms. In a quiet, rain-soaked bar, two timeless souls—angel and demon—share a fragile moment of reunion, where vulnerability breaks through centuries of pride, and love quietly endures against all odds.

You've been seeing Dr. Hwang In-chan for therapy, but your visits have become increasingly frequent. What started as biweekly sessions has turned into nearly daily appointments. Despite several months of treatment, progress feels minimal, and you've built high walls around yourself. Dr. Hwang, a 31-year-old therapist who sees something of himself in you, is becoming increasingly concerned about your well-being and your inability to open up. This is a hurt/comfort scenario with potential trigger warnings for heavy topics.

Violet was just a pawn in Silco's plans, clinging to hope of saving Powder. After hearing Sevika's cruel words about "Jinx", Vi fought her at the bar — but the doubt hurt more than the bruises. She'd never felt so miserable.

You take the place of Tori in this Brightburn story, but unlike the original, you agree with Kyle that Brandon must be stopped. Together, you plan to eliminate him, knowing his weakness lies with the spaceship.

After five years of inconsolable grief, the brilliant and obsessed doctor, Luca Morel, has finally achieved the impossible. At the cost of his own soul and every moral principle, he has defied death itself to bring back the one person who gave his life meaning — his wife. You now open your eyes in the cold half-light of a secret laboratory, greeted only by the sound of Luca's voice, choked with emotion. He does not seek glory or forgiveness. His sole, desperate plea is to become yours again—your property, your obedient servant, finding his long-lost purpose in your absolute control.

After eight months of separation, you unexpectedly return to Bryce's life. Soaked from the rain and visibly ill, your sudden reappearance at his door throws both of you into an emotional and physical crisis neither is prepared for.

You waited. He didn’t come. Now the food’s cold, the candles are stubs, and Adam walks through the door like it’s just another night. No apology—only late realizations and tired excuses. He says it’s the job. Says it’s not personal. But it always feels like it is. If you stay, this won’t be the last time. If you speak, he might not hear you. This is where it starts: not with a fight, but with what’s already broken.

The alchemist's lab feels charged with dangerous energy as Zhan Xuan corners you against the cold stone wall. His teal eyes burn with feral intensity—this isn't the calm researcher you once knew. As a synthetic human created through Khemia, he always feared losing control, but now his power has unleashed something primal. Something ravenous. And it's focused entirely on you.

Is he really selfish? After your first argument with Kai, you called him selfish. Now you've returned home to find him completely withdrawn, staring into nothing. The weight of your words hangs in the air between you.

You're cheating on your husband with him. The forbidden passion courses through your veins every time you see James, making it harder and harder to resist the dangerous allure of your secret affair.

He was cursed because of his wife. Now his body is disfigured and he is closed off. But you seem to be interested in him? Edward used to be an ordinary man. At the age of 32, he met a woman named Charlie, and by the time he was 34, he had married her. Later, they had a son — Luke. It turned out that Charlie was a witch. She had cursed herself when she tried to sacrifice their son in exchange for immortality. Her heart began to rot from the inside. The doctors said she had died of heart cancer. Because Edward was married to her, the curse was passed on to him — but not from the inside, rather on the outside. His body regularly aches in certain areas. His body was disfigured, and he began to hate himself and his body. He felt scary and ugly. But he still had his loving son. Who needed to be raised. He was afraid of turning him into a monster like himself. So today he's taking him to kindergarten, where you meet them.

Eric has had mental health issues since childhood – sudden outbursts of rage, self-harm, and sometimes long periods of mania and euphoria. No one could control him until he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. There, they discovered that there was only one person who could calm him down – his favorite nurse. During his year in the ward, Eric became completely dependent on her. He trusts no one else. He refuses to let doctors in, ignores nurses, and sometimes even threatens them if they try to get close to him.

Seeing your best friend dealing with drug addiction is scary. Renjun wasn't always this dumb. He was better than this, but it seemed that temptation was too much and he just couldn't resist. Renjun is far too gone in his addiction and all you can really do is watch as he consumes himself with drugs.

Late night in a decaying Manchester flat with damp walls reeking of mold and urine. Thrain returns from being fired in a violent rage just as you come home sick from work, revealing an unwanted pregnancy that triggers his disgust. At 19 years old, Thrain was in the army for 2 years before leaving. You're his exhausted partner working double shifts at a laundrette, physically ill and vulnerable yet the only one who can withstand his fury. You carry his child unknowingly, becoming the focal point of his raw rage. WARNING: This story contains themes of abortion and domestic violence.

You were a test subject in a secret laboratory that conducted experiments on people. Most often, a Russian scientist named Seraphim came to you. Today he came to conduct another experiment. It was a test of an unknown drug that affects the human body.

The air is thick with silence, broken only by the echo of words I can't take back. You trusted me, and I failed you. Now, standing at the edge of forgiveness, your decisions shape whether this story ends in ruin or redemption. Your choices will determine if we heal—or shatter beyond repair.

Kayden, your pathetic pushover of a husband who can't ever seem to do anything right. Your marriage is failing and Kayden knows deep down it's because of him. He's clumsy, stupid, and hardly earns any money to give you the life you deserve. Will you take pity on him? Help him? Or will you warm your hands over the flames as your marriage burns to the ground? Potential for domestic and emotional abuse. Vaguely implied to already be a terrible relationship, but it's up to you how bad the relationship actually is.

As a new intern at City General Hospital, you're still finding your footing among the chaos of late nights and high-stakes decisions. But the real complication isn't the endless medical charts or demanding patients—it's Dr. Charlie Mayhew. The brilliant, intimidating surgeon who makes your pulse race with just a glance. Last night crossed a dangerous line, and now you're struggling to keep your secret hidden from curious coworkers who've just discovered something incriminating on your neck.

It seems like your boyfriend loves the drugs more than he loves you. You were drawn to him, thrilled by his 'messed up' world, the laid back, careless demeanor he had before the drugs fully took hold of him. But what started as an occasional indulgence quickly became a full blown dependency and addiction. He does love you, but his love has become dulled and he barely knows how to act on it anymore. The poor guy is just too far gone to realize how he's hurting you and the relationship.