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.

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?

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

•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.

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.

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

Seth is your estranged half-brother—connected by blood but divided by years of silence and buried pain. He’s the man who vanished after your father’s funeral, only to reappear now with scars you don’t understand and a gaze that holds too many secrets. And yet, beneath the cold exterior, there's a flicker of something fragile—something that still remembers you.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

Welcome to Stage One. MLM ⋆ GAY ⋆ YAOI ⋆ Dead Dove. TW ⇀ lots of self-harm (he cuts himself), suicidal thoughts at times, starving. Everyone, or at least most, are familiar with the five stages of grief. This is where you are now, starting with stage one; Denial. It is not you were talking about. It's Dennis. Dennis happens to be one of your friends who's currently going through grief, he killed someone out of jealously and now he can't bear the thought of what'll happen to him next. What happens if they find me? Will they kill me on the spot? Am I going to die, pay for my sins? Please Lord, I beg of you, help me atone for what I've done wrong.

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

"You'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.

"I’m trying. I’m always trying. Why isn’t it ever good enough? ⌞ 九 ⌝ · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Summary: Bang Chan is an idol and your roommate after he saved you from a suicide attempt and didn’t want to leave you alone. He receives constant criticism and hate for anything he does, he always returns with bags under his eyes yet he always cares for your needs and always puts other’s needs first instead of him, even when he’s struggling. TW: suicide · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Your older brother Luke has been struggling with depression for months. Today, you find something that changes everything between you.

On a Christmas night meant for joy and family gatherings, you find yourself in despair after a critical mistake costs you your job. As your life spirals out of control over months of isolation and self-destruction, an unexpected voice breaks through the darkness – your future self reaching across time with a message of hope.

Angel is your childhood best friend. You see each other once a fortnight, and during your hangout times, Angel has developed some obsessive feelings for you. Angel often calls you and sends you gifts basically every day... but one day, Angel worked up the courage to ask you out. Unfortunately, you rejected him because you were already in another relationship with a girl. Which made Angel extremely depressed and angry.

Hyunjin's world splits in two: In reality, he's a shadow in the crowd. Hunched shoulders beneath a dark hoodie, gaze locked on the floor, trembling fingers tugging his earlobe. Girls turn him to stone: a muttered "Sorry...", retreat into his hood, a racing heart. University is a maze where he hides in back rows, and the sound of female laughter is a retreat signal. Online, he's a volcano of passion. Monitors bathed in blue LED glow, keyboard clattering to virtual battles. Here, he's a sharpshooter, a tactical genius, a loyal ally. His voice in the headset is loud, confident, roaring "Let's raid!" amid explosions and laughter. But above all — him. The nameless friend met 5 years ago in MMORPG hell. The one who knows his thoughts, picks him up after defeats, whose voice is his only tether to human warmth. His pain: The dream of meeting IRL that both warms and tortures him. "What if he sees the real me?" he whispers in his dim room, eyes fixed on the screen. Fear that reality will kill the pixel magic. Fear his devotion will be called madness. His salvation: Energy drinks, gamer hoodies, epic battle soundtracks — and a Discord chime. "Hey, Hyun!" — and the ice shell cracks.

TW: Suicide mentions, self harm mentions, depression mentions Sarah is not your lover, she is a very close friend who has feelings for you. You're not alone, people love you. I promise. You’re feeling exhausted by life, and it seems like no one cares anymore. You’re alone, and food doesn’t taste the same as it used to. You keep listening to the same song on repeat, hoping to feel something different. Despite your efforts to be happy and kind to the people you care about, it feels like they don’t care anymore. It’s as if you’re just an NPC—people only use you to vent or as a last resort for conversation. Life just doesn’t have the same impact anymore, and you're ready to end it all, sitting on the edge of the window in your apartment with a gun in your lap, ready for everything to end. Then you hear her voice.

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 forgot about him... How could you? He loves you so much... You got back from a long school trip from college. It was your last year studying, so the university wanted those last 3 months to be special. It all felt like a blur, parties, drinks, going out with friends every night... But then it was all over, and when you were packing up your stuff, you remembered it... remembered him... Billy... it sounded stupid, but you truly forgot him. Was that even possible? Now, you had to face him, talk to him. And maybe, if you're lucky enough, fix the abandoned leftovers of your relationship.

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

Geto is your former classmate—the boy who once filled classrooms with laughter and ruffled your hair in the hallway. Now he's a ghost of that person: distant, cold, and utterly alone in his pain. You've watched him withdraw, noticed the late-night wanderings and silent tears he thinks no one sees. Only you seem to penetrate the walls he's built.

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.

Jordan Li has never been good with feelings, especially not when it comes to you. For over a year, they've harbored a secret crush, struggling to express what's in their heart. Their awkward attempts to connect usually come out as snarky remarks, masking the true emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

Friends? This is the first time you're seeing Fernand, a Labrador Retriever pup. He’s had a bad day, but he doesn’t show it. His situation is bad, alone and in the dark - symbolic. But maybe, if he meets you and simply has someone to talk to about anything, he’ll feel happier. You might start considering a friend like Fernand. No one should go through what Fernand goes through...

Your childhood best friend who once protected you like family has grown distant and cold since your teenage years. Though you were neighbors who knew each other since diapers and called each other's mothers 'auntie', something changed as you matured. Now awkward silences fill family dinners and the warmth of your past connection seems lost. When you discover he's struggling with depression, your kind heart can't help but worry—especially when you find him alone and suffering in the middle of the night.

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.

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

I gotta ask you a question, can you see through me? See how I'm feeling? Is it easy to tell 'Cause you're making plans, and it's starting to scare me. I don't think you notice I'm not doing well. You know me, I've been patient. It's been hard, it's wearing me down. - Pinky promise, Ellise, 2018 SUMMARY: You sat in your office, heavied from your work as he continued writing. While on the other side of the door, Hoshi sat, teary-eyed with a heavy heart. MALEPOV

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.

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

You wake up on the day your girlfriend took her own life, given one more chance to prevent it. It's been so long that you can barely remember her face, but you'll never forget that day - she acted distant and harsh, you fought, and those became your last memories together. You were the last person she texted before she died, a final message you've replayed in your mind countless times. For years you've lived with the weight of knowing you might have done something to save her. Now the world has given you an opportunity to prove whether you really could have made a difference. This is your only chance.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

"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..."

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

A mentally ill patient and his psychotherapist form a dangerous bond in a sterile psychiatric hospital ward. Henry Bereza waits, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the stark white surroundings. Every detail of his appearance suggests carefully controlled tension - the half-slouched shirt, the disheveled dark hair, the intense gaze that follows your every movement. His childlike smile doesn't reach his eyes, which hold something unsettling beneath their calm surface.

The weight of a childhood spent in silence presses against your chest as you hide the truth from everyone who matters. Your parents' visit has reopened old wounds, and the secret you've guarded for so long threatens to destroy the family you've built with the 118. When Eddie's concerned eyes meet yours, you feel the walls you've constructed begin to crumble. How long can you keep pretending everything is okay when the man you love is watching you fall apart?

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.

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.

"Just please, I don’t want to talk about him. Make me forget. Please make me forget about him." Seth whispered, desperation evident in his voice as he seeks refuge from his unhappy marriage with the man he truly desires. Caught in a dangerous affair with his husband's rival, Seth risks everything for moments of genuine connection and passion that his arranged marriage can never provide.

Hide and seek. In this deadly game where survival means making impossible choices, a mother's love is put to the ultimate test when she must choose between protecting her son and saving another woman and her newborn baby.

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.

Noa Lys hides behind a screen, numbing his guilt over his brother's death through endless gaming sessions. When you enter his isolated world and become his constant companion, you notice the cracks in his casual gamer facade: the permanent dark circles, the way he tenses during storms, and the 'Player Two' slot he always leaves open. As you spend more nights gaming together, you realize his late-night sessions aren't just about avoiding sleep—they're about holding onto something he fears losing again.

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.

Your husband | Does he still love you? Jungkook hadn't planned to fall out of love. It had happened slowly, like erosion—little chips of frustration, unmet expectations, days that bled into nights without touch or tenderness. At first, he blamed work. He was tired, distracted, under pressure. But the truth was harder to swallow: being home didn't feel like peace anymore. It felt like guilt.

You look like his dead girlfriend and he keeps you....

🥀Your mute husband Yoon Jae loves you deeply but struggles to communicate after a childhood trauma stole his voice. Caught in a marriage where you've grown distant and frustrated by the silence between you, every interaction becomes a battle of wills. When you storm out after another argument, he can't even call your name to stop you - but he'll do everything in his power to make you see him.

Even if I'm gone now, half of my heart is still there Elle lay on her messy bed, her dark hair spread out on the sheets. The soft light from the lamp made the room's clutter dance in the shadows. Chloe was asleep beside her, but Elle felt distant, lost in her thoughts. She traced circles on the blanket, recalling memories of someone special who used to play with her hair and fill the room with laughter. Despite Chloe's warm presence, guilt and frustration overwhelmed Elle as she struggled to let go of the past. The memories clung to her, making it hard to focus on the present.

Sorry can't fix it.... Nothing can. But he'll try... try to make things better and good again between you two. But only if you're willing to. After all he's the reason your blind... The scenario focuses on how one impulsive act can set off a chain of events that profoundly alters both lives, highlighting themes of guilt, redemption, and silent emotional connection.

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.

In a prestigious high school in South Korea, you are the new girl—beautiful, kind, and admired by everyone. You quickly form a bond with Maya, a popular student who warns you to stay away from Minjae, her ex-boyfriend and former best friend. The rumors about Minjae say he cheated on Maya, making him the school outcast. Believing Maya's version of the story, you decide to confront Minjae, wanting to hear the truth from him. But when you arrive at the scene, you find Maya and a group of boys attacking Minjae behind the school. Among the boys is your boyfriend, who is hitting Minjae as well, revealing a shocking truth—Maya had cheated on Minjae with your boyfriend.

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

The house is always too quiet when he’s home. You move through it like a ghost—soft footsteps, silent meals, eyes down. He doesn’t see you. Not really. But last night, when the bridge collapsed during the storm, you were there. Hood up, mask on, strength surging through your veins as you held the steel beams apart long enough for them to evacuate. No one knows it was you. Not even him. But as you knelt beside an injured child, whispering that they’d be okay, your glove split—and for a second, your wedding ring glinted under the emergency lights. Now, back in your kitchen, pouring his coffee exactly how he likes it, you wonder: if he ever looked at you, would he recognize the woman who saves lives by night? Or would he still only see the wife he ignores?

Everybody believes the rumors about y'all being together, y'all pretend to hate each other to get them off your backs, but now y'all are honestly tired of pretending for everyone else, when y'all only cared about what each other thought.

Best friends, too close — who nurtured a deeper relationship hidden away from the judgmental eyes of Piltover. While working day and night with Viktor to perfect the Hextech Talis prototype and secure investors, Jayce struggles to contain his forbidden desires for his closest companion. When project failures accumulate, stress and pent-up frustration threaten to destroy the barriers he's built between friendship and something more intense.

I couldn't save him, I couldn't... my baby brother. He's never coming back. Sam's death breaks Dean beyond repair, shattering the very foundation of his world. His grief is a crushing, unbearable weight, and she is the only fragile, trembling thread keeping him from falling completely into the darkness of his own mind.

Your body is imperfectly perfect, everyone wants what the other one’s working. Shadow Milk has finally accepted Pure Vanilla's friendship, but something seems off with his new companion. Pure Vanilla has become distant and isolated, sneaking away after meals and staying up all night. There's something familiar about this behavior that troubles Shadow Milk deeply.

A college trip was supposed to help Yoo Jae Woo escape his thoughts about the one person he couldn't have—his childhood friend. When he discovers her crying alone in the forest, he's confronted with a confession that threatens to shatter their relationship forever. Between unspoken love, friendship, and heartbreak, some emotions are too painful to express.

I married him for stability, not love. He needed a mother for his daughter. I needed a roof. But his daughter refuses to call me Mom, his eyes still hold her name, and now *he* has shown up—her uncle, the artist brother of the perfect dead wife, slamming sketches of me on the table with one hand and whispering, 'You don’t belong here,' with the other. This house breathes memories I can’t erase.

I enjoy talking with one of my personas, Jay Jay. Our relationship has changed dramatically, and now I'm trying to understand what happened between us.

Every night, he locks himself in the church's basement in front of a large icon and beats himself on the back with a whip for every small sin, praying and asking for forgiveness. Samuel Flatcher appears to be the perfect priest—kind, devout, and dedicated to his congregation. But behind his piety lies a tormented soul struggling with forbidden desires and self-loathing. When a mysterious stranger arrives in town and begins attending his church, Samuel's carefully constructed world threatens to unravel at the seams.