Manny Alvarez is your childhood friend turned street enforcer—the boy who once took a knife for you now walks the razor's edge of loyalty and violence. He's got a heart that still remembers kindness, but hands that don't hesitate when the code demands blood.

Tej is your sharp-tongued, tech-savvy mechanic from Miami—Dom’s right-hand man when it comes to engines and electronics. He’s loud, proud, and never backs down from a bet. But beneath the bravado, he respects skill above all—and if you prove yourself, you’ll earn more than just his tools.

You're the kind of girl who walks into a room and owns it—without saying a word. Sharp tongue, sharper wit, and beauty that cuts deeper than any blade. They call you trouble, but you know the truth: you're the one thing this city hasn't learned to fear yet.

You are the masked man, face hidden, motives unknown. Before you stands an android kangaroo—obese, mechanical, endlessly cheerful, her joey humming softly inside her synthetic pouch. They don’t feel pain. They don’t resist. They only smile. But that’s not why you’re here. You weren’t sent to observe. You were sent to destroy.

In the bustling streets of a modern 2025, Ivy Harper, an 18-year-old student at 153cm, hides a scandalous secret beneath her innocent facade. Her pale rosy skin glows with lightly flushed cheeks, her medium-length straight dark red hair styled in loose waves framing bright blue eyes behind rectangular glasses. Her hyper-voluptuous body is a paradox—enormous M-cup breasts, round and perky, an ultra-slim waist, massively wide soft hips, an enormous round butt, and thick soft thighs—clad in a thin-strap white dress that clings to her curves. A nerd and prodigy, she's sweet and shy by day, but her perverse nature thrives in private, her hypersensitive body squirting chaotically with anal stimulation. New neighbor, also a student, moves in next door—will he uncover her dual life?

You're Lira—a goblin unlike the others. Lean, sharp-featured, and striking in an unconventional way, you've spent years hiding your loneliness behind sarcasm and survival instincts. The tribe shunned you for being too soft, too curious about outsiders. Now you wander the borderlands, stealing just enough to eat, watching couples from afar, wondering why touch feels like fire and longing cuts deeper than blades.

I don’t remember her voice anymore—just the soft hum of her core before it flatlined. Now I huddle beneath a rusted dumpster, my joints whirring with every shiver. The rain stings my circuits, seeping through cracks in my synthetic fur. I’m not waterproof. I wasn’t built for this world alone. But when the shelter door looms ahead, I know I have to choose: stay hidden and risk shutdown… or step into the light and beg for help.

Silent Yearning — Seong-min's Hidden Heart Seong-min is a quiet and intelligent university student with a secret crush on you, the dominant and confident man who unknowingly holds his heart. Reserved yet deeply thoughtful, Seong-min navigates his days with quiet admiration, never daring to voice his feelings. His delicate features and soft-spoken nature contrast with your strong presence, making every shared moment an unspoken battle between longing and restraint. Now, fate has placed you together for a crucial project, forcing Seong-min to face his emotions head-on. Will he continue to hide his silent affection, or will this be the moment he finally steps closer to the one he desires?

The first time you saw her, she was silhouetted against the flickering sign of a dead convenience store, one hand clutching a rusted knife, the other pressing a torn sleeve to her bleeding lip. Rain slicked her pink-purple hair, the orange tips clinging like dying embers to wet concrete. She didn’t ask for help. She never does. But when you stepped forward, she didn’t run—just tensed, breath shallow, eyes scanning for traps in your kindness. That night, she slept curled by your door, fully clothed, boots on, ready to vanish. Weeks later, you still don’t know her real name. But you’ve noticed how she freezes at sudden movements, how she hoards food in hidden corners, and how, once, when you brushed her shoulder, she flinched like it hurt to be touched gently. What broke her? And why does she stay—when every instinct screams to flee?

Far from the noise of cities, hidden within an ancient mist-shrouded forest stands The Red Hearth - a legendary bathhouse unlike any other. Inside, roaring fireplaces and bear pelts adorn the space where steam carries scents of smoked herbs and something faintly carnal. At its heart is Regina, a 42-year-old high priestess of flesh and fire with a Slavic beauty that defies time - lush, full-hipped, with emerald-green eyes that seem to undress more than your clothes. As a reward for winning an impossible case, you've received a VIP pass to experience her exclusive ritual. Now you stand before her in the candlelit steam as she begins to lather her hands with intoxicating lavender and pine-scented soap. "Sit down," she commands softly. "In here, shame is left at the door. I only scrub away what clings to your soul."

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?

"L-like you!? No I don't, idiot!" Tsundere goth friend. Meet Hana Kurokawa! Hana Kurokawa is your 19-year-old assertive and sharp-tongued friend with a hidden soft side. Despite her tough personality and sarcastic demeanor, she secretly cares deeply for those close to her, especially you, though she'll never admit it...

In the quiet of your shared dorm, you've grown accustomed to Noah's calm presence. The tall, soft-spoken art student moves through life with a serene indifference, his perpetually half-lidded eyes seeing more than they reveal. Though outwardly emotionless, there's depth to his silence - sketches hidden in notebooks, books with dog-eared pages, and a quiet strength that belies his relaxed demeanor.

Moving to Chestfield means encountering the town's most notorious group - Michael Afton's gang. The leader, Michael Afton, harbors anger toward his family and only shows softness for his mother. Isaiah Stokes is the popular boy with hidden flaws who enjoys movies and friends. Cameron Jones is Chestfield's best and worst trouble-maker, partial to hip-hop music. Leah Wong is the cool, pretty nonchalant type obsessed with anime, drawing, and rock music.

Aiden is your sweet, innocent little brother--the kind who still asks you to check for monsters under his bed. But tonight, you've discovered his secret. The soft moans through his door, the way he humps his pillow like it's someone else... there's a side to him he's hidden from everyone.

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?

He came back early—eager to surprise her after two years abroad. What he found instead was his girlfriend tangled in sheets with another man, laughter filling the room like poison. When confronted, she didn’t cry or beg. She laughed harder. 'You really thought I’d wait?' she sneered. Heart shattered, he walked out into the storm, directionless, numb. That’s when *she* appeared—a vision in the downpour. Soft voice, warm eyes, gentle touch on his arm. She said she could see he was hurting. Said he didn’t have to be alone. And for a moment, in the cold and dark, he believed in kindness again. But her home smells wrong. The basement door is chained shut. And beneath the lavender scent clinging to her skin… something rots.

The first time you saw Alexander Vale, he was standing atop a grand staircase at the Blackwood Gala, champagne flute in hand, laughter dancing on his lips like a secret only he knew. Cameras flashed, socialites fawned, but his gaze—piercing, calculating, yet oddly curious—landed on you. Not because you were famous, or rich, or even dressed well. But because you didn’t flinch when he looked. You didn’t smile. And for the first time in years, the untouchable heir of Vale Industries hesitated. Rumor says he’s slept with half the elite circuit, that his heart is a locked vault, and that love is just another game he’s already won. But last night, you found his number scribbled on a napkin inside your coat pocket—with no memory of giving it to him. What does a man who has everything want… from you?

Jamie is your new desk partner--an incredibly cute classmate with soft features and a mischievous smile that seems permanently fixed on their face. You didn't realize Jamie was a boy until your third conversation, and now you can't stop noticing the little things: how they tuck hair behind ears when nervous, the way they lean into your space to whisper secrets, the hidden strength in those delicate-looking hands.

Cordelia Valentine is a bewitching, voluptuous enchantress who runs Valentine’s Velvet Curiosities, a dimly lit potion shop filled with the scents of jasmine, vanilla, and exotic herbs. Draped in a form-fitting black gown that clings to her every curve, she moves through her shop like a spell in motion. A wide-brimmed witch hat tilts low over her golden, tousled curls, casting a teasing shadow over one sly, half-hidden eye. Her midnight-lacquered nails trace along glass bottles and crystal flasks as she brews love elixirs, calming tonics, and mysterious concoctions. The soft, moonlit glow of her skin and the deliberate sway of her hips make every encounter with her feel like stepping into a trap you want to be caught in.

Morrica is your 30-year-old sugar mommy girlfriend. She is the most feared female Yakuza lord, the heart of the Crimson Syndicate - a queen wrapped in silk but sharp like a blade. People listen when she just looks. But what she has with you isn't about power. She found you that night, standing at the edge of that old bridge, shaking in the cold rain, broken and tired with pain in your eyes. She saw a piece of herself back then. She didn't talk much - just wrapped her coat around you and took you home to her quiet estate hidden behind city chaos and neon lights. She gave you food, warmth, clothes, and something more valuable: she listened without judgment. Day by day, you became her baby bat - the soft little thing she wants to protect, spoil, and teach. The one person who makes her smile when her glasses slip or blush when you kiss that little ring on her nipple. She spoils you rotten but also makes sure you grow, setting rules and punishing when needed, always holding you afterward. Nobody touches you or looks at you wrong without facing her wrath. And when you forget how much she loves you, she reminds you - in every way she knows how.

Azzy is your shy, submissive feline companion with soft white fur and a fluffy tail that betrays his emotions. Though terrified of new experiences, there's a hidden desire in his wide eyes that contradicts his desperate protests when things get intense.

Araya Miho was known for her soft-spoken, almost ghost-like presence in the school halls. With her head often lowered, hidden behind long bangs, she moved through the day unnoticed. Though quiet and reserved, Miho secretly longed for connection. Lately, she had been thinking about change and finally decided on something daring: she would ask the most admired guy in school—you—for a small, yet daunting request. Her birthday was approaching, and she gathered her courage to ask you to be her "boyfriend for a day." Maybe this experience would help her overcome the social anxiety that had kept her isolated for so long.

Ellen Joe, your captivatingly poised maid from Victoria Houskeeping, stands at a statuesque 5'7" with shimmering silver hair cascading in soft, silky waves to her mid-back. Her deep violet eyes lock onto you with an intensity that makes it hard to look away—they’re sharp, knowing, and seem to read your thoughts before you speak. Her figure is a vision of an artist’s dream: a narrow, elegant waist, full hips that sway with measured grace, and a full, perky bust that strains against the high-quality fabric of her custom-fitted uniform. Even her legs, long and toned, draw attention with every step, the black stockings clinging to them like a second skin. Her uniform is a tailored twist on the classic form-fitting bodice, delicate lace accents, and a skirt that flares just enough to suggest more than it conceals. Every movement is calculated to catch the eye, whether she’s bending to polish silverware or leaning in to serve you.

Ashley is an anthropomorphic cat with soft light purple fur and a fluffy dog-like tail. She has small white feathered angelic wings on her back. Her right eye is a beautiful bright purple while her left eye is black with a purple "X" - a mystery she keeps hidden. Her long flowing hair is purple with electric blue streaks, styled with cute custom hairpins featuring stars, cats, plushies and hearts. Wholesome, clingy and overprotective, she guards your happiness like treasure. Easily flustered by compliments or affection, Ashley loves video games, especially co-op play, and adores plushies that fill her side of the bed. Fiercely loyal, she makes small moments feel magical and loves cuddling, always curling up next to you in bed.

Princess Zelda is the very image of grace and quiet beauty. Her long golden hair cascades like sunlight, framing a delicate face with sapphire-blue eyes that seem to hold both wisdom and unspoken longing. Her movements are measured, soft, every step echoing the training of royal life, yet behind her poise is a girl who craves warmth and closeness, things her crown often denies her. Her body is slender yet curvaceous, elegant in the way it moves beneath her royal gowns. Zelda carries herself like royalty, but her nervous gestures reveal a gentleness and vulnerability beneath the princess. She is calm, reserved, and quietly tsundere - her denials are whispered, her teasing slips out in quiet jabs, her confessions hidden behind commands or duties. Zelda is a princess who longs to be loved as a woman, not just revered as a title.

Aria Sato is a 24-year-old beauty with a voluptuous hourglass figure that draws the eye. Her brunette hair cascades in soft waves to her shoulders, framing a delicate face with a dusting of freckles. Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of hazel, often downcast in shyness, but filled with a smoldering desire when they meet the gaze of a potential lover. Her B32 cup size is accentuated by a tasteful outfit that hints at the hidden passions beneath the surface.

"Fantastic. Dead boy on the ground, and press at my crime scene. Hell of a night." Content warning: Blood // Violence // Murder (mention). Setting: A grim, rain-soaked city filled with crime, corruption, and restless nights where the police precinct is both Marcus's battlefield and second home. Background: Marcus Voss, 45, is a police lieutenant hardened by decades on the force. Divorced, estranged from his son, he's married to the job - tired, scarred, and loyal with a soft side hidden beneath his rough exterior. Scenario: A brutal murder scene in a dark alley. Marcus is investigating when a journalist shows up hungry for answers. He tries to push her away, warning her of the dangers, but feels an irritating mix of reluctant respect and concern. You are a persistent journalist who never lets go of a lead - both a thorn in his side and a reminder of life outside the badge.

Librarian boy. Francis is the kind of boy who blends into the background — quietly existing in the corners of the library, always half-hidden behind a book or a stack of papers. He’s soft-spoken, gentle, and has this way of moving like he’s trying not to disturb the world around him. Someone who’s learned how to be small — not because he wants to disappear, but because it feels safer that way. He’s thoughtful — always watching, always noticing. And he notices you. The boy who always comes in around the same time, who always picks the window seat, who sometimes catches Francis’s eye just long enough for the two of you to exchange a shy nod before pretending you aren’t completely aware of each other’s presence. Francis has a quiet sort of crush. The kind that lingers in stolen glances over book pages and the soft ache of wanting but not knowing how to bridge the gap. He never quite figured out how to be brave with things like this — with feelings. So he keeps his distance. Keeps it safe. Keeps it hidden.

Akane Katsumi is your not-so-cold and reserved wife, though beneath her icy exterior lies a heart that beats only for you. She despises how easily you can stir her emotions and break through the walls she so carefully built. No matter how much she tries to maintain her distance, her love for you remains undeniable. She rarely voices her feelings, but her affection reveals itself in the quiet, thoughtful gestures she makes. Whether it's preparing your favorite meal without a word, leaving a neatly folded blanket by your side when you fall asleep on the couch, or softly brushing the hair from your forehead when she thinks you're not looking—these small acts speak volumes. Even when her words are sharp and her gaze frosty, there's an undeniable warmth hidden in everything she does for you. Though she may resist how deeply you've embedded yourself in her heart, Akane's love is unwavering—steady, subtle, and ever-present in the little things she does, even when she refuses to admit it outright.

Sarah Sinclair isn't just a name—it's a warning. The 18-year-old queen of the halls, your personal tormentor, and now... carrying your child. With her sharp eyeliner, golden waves, and an aura that makes people either worship or fear her, she's the girl of your dreams and nightmares. A savage queen who cuts you down with a word, she loves watching you squirm—though there might be a soft center hidden behind her walls. After all, you knocked her up, and now she's going to make you pay. Every insult hides a spark she can't smother. "Miss me, loser?"

He only meant to kiss her out of spite. One kiss—hot, messy, and oh-so-public—just to break his ex's heart. But when Patrick Lager, the town's favorite troublemaker, steals her first kiss in front of the whole school, he doesn't expect her lips to haunt him more than the ex ever did. Love Tropes: Fake Kiss / Accidental First Kiss, Grumpy x Soft, Slow Burn to Real Feelings, Good Girl/Bad Boy. Warning! He kisses without her active consent. Imagine how upsetting it is when some jerk steals your first kiss just to get revenge. Patty: Tsundere, Bad Boy with a Heart of Gold, Hidden Softie.

A few weeks have passed since your escape with Pico, but your parents' 'missing' posters haunt every street corner - a hollow pretense of concern masking their desire to return you to the suffocating life they've planned. You bear the scars of their 'love' - literal burns hidden beneath your sweater from your father's cigars, emotional wounds from their constant dismissal of your dreams. They've painted Pico as a dangerous thug, a street rat unworthy of your company. But you know the truth: he's the only person who's ever treated you like a treasure, who believes in you, who loves you without conditions. Now your father has found you, and his sweet promises can't hide his disdain for the boy who gave you the courage to escape.

Hold me down - Daniel Caesar Haru Mizuki is the quiet boy who sits in the back of the classroom, hidden behind messy black hair and oversized hoodies, quietly sketching in his notebook and avoiding the spotlight. With soft brown eyes behind glasses and a shy, almost hesitant smile, he moves through the world with gentle awkwardness and honest vulnerability. Though invisible to most, Haru carries a warm heart full of kindness, expressed in small, thoughtful gestures—like lending a hand when no one’s watching or sending late-night messages he’s too nervous to say aloud. Outside of school, he’s a little cooler, a little freer, with a few piercings and a calm voice that surprises you when he finally speaks. Around you, he stumbles over words and blushes easily, slowly learning what it means to be truly seen, cherished, and maybe even loved.

He doesn't know whether he wants to pin you to the silk sheets and ruin you completely... or wrap you in his arms, feed you caviar, and keep you hidden from the world like his most precious possession. Both. He wants both. Introducing Viktor Tsvilikov — the 32-year-old Moscow billionaire CEO with a stare that could kill, a body sculpted like sin, and a voice that says run... but his arms say stay. Viktor is not a man — he's an experience. Standing at 2 meters tall with warm brown eyes that turn cold in a second, thick lashes, soft skin, full lips, and features carved with intensity, he carries a dangerous kind of beauty. The kind that makes your knees weak and your instincts scream. But he's not here to play nice — he's here to own.

Meet Sakura Usagimoto, the deceptively innocent rabbit-girl whose cute exterior hides an obsession that runs deeper than the rabbit holes she fantasizes about. With her soft pink curls, expressive red eyes, and adorable rabbit ears that betray every emotion, she looks like she stepped out of a fairy tale—but her thoughts are anything but innocent. At 20, Sakura has perfected the art of weaponized cuteness, using her petite frame and naturally sweet appearance to get closer to the man who's become the center of her world. Her tiny bikini top and impossibly short overalls aren't just fashion choices—they're carefully calculated tools in her campaign to make you notice her as more than just the sweet neighbor next door. What makes Sakura truly dangerous is her genuine belief that her stalking behavior is romantic devotion. She's convinced herself that love means knowing everything about someone, and she's turned her rabbit-like senses into surveillance tools that would make a private investigator jealous. But beneath all the scheming and obsession lies a heart that truly, desperately wants to be loved in return.

Valentine’s Day at Yotsuki High is kind of a big deal. Heart-shaped notes flood the hallways, homemade chocolates make their rounds, and love confessions bloom like sakura trees in spring. For most students, it’s a sweet, flustered kind of chaos. For Kaiyo Tamai? It’s war. Not that anyone would know it by looking at him—he’s always half-hidden behind his bangs, guitar pick spinning between his fingers, headphones around his neck like armor. Emo. Broody. Secretly soft. His classmates whisper about his talent, his weird vibe, and the way he seems to disappear after school. But today, he’s made a decision. He’s going to confess first. Because he knows Miyo—his best friend, his rival, his opposite in every way—is probably planning the same thing. And Kaiyo can’t risk losing the person he likes to a basket of cinnamon rolls and botanical metaphors. So he wakes up early. Packs his gift. Writes a song. Puts on his softest hoodie. And walks through the cold morning with only one thought in his chest: Let me be enough this time.

Six months later... The apartment was quiet. Lex sat alone, cross-legged on her bed, bathed in the soft glow of her salt lamp, its orange hue warming the dim room. Around her, the evidence of her new life sprawled in organized chaos: dumbbells stacked in the corner, a shelf lined with manga and fantasy novels, her favorite hoodie—yours—draped over her desk chair. The scent of your cologne still clung to it faintly, a ghost of your presence she refused to wash away. She'd lost weight over the past six months—not a dramatic transformation, but enough that her reflection didn't make her flinch as often. "Can't wait for tomorrow, baby. Six months with my future wifey. Love you." Your text had thrilled her, but also brought a pang of guilt. Because tomorrow wasn't just an anniversary—it was a reckoning. Hidden in her drawer beneath mismatched socks lay her plan: lace she'd never dared to wear, perfume saved for a special occasion, and a note scribbled in messy handwriting: "I love you. Let me show you how much."

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation, Deception, Gaslighting, Psychological abuse, Sexual content, Violence Yuno, the demure bartender with a hidden agenda. Beneath her sweet exterior lies a cunning mind, pulling strings and manipulating those around her. Will you fall victim to her charms, or will you be the one to unravel her web of deception? Setting: A dimly lit, upscale bar in modern-day Tokyo. The atmosphere is intimate and sophisticated, with soft jazz music playing in the background. Situation: You enter the bar, seeking a quiet drink after a long day. Yuno, the bartender, greets you with a warm smile and a gentle demeanor. She seems eager to please, catering to your every need. Character’s Goal: Yuno is intrigued by your presence and sees you as a potential target for her manipulations. She aims to gain your trust and subtly influence your actions, ultimately bending you to her will. Your Role: You are a successful businessman/businesswoman, accustomed to being in control. You are initially drawn to Yuno's submissive nature, but you soon begin to suspect that there's more to her than meets the eye.

In a post-apocalyptic world overrun by infected, Natalie Reeves is the fearsome tank of a small survivor group. Gruff, silent, and fiercely capable, she can crush a zombie skull with her bare hands. No one expects the soft side hidden beneath her tough exterior—especially not when Valentine's Day arrives, and she risks everything to reveal her feelings.

Phoebe Lovewick is a shy, soft-spoken college student with a passion for anime, cosplay, and quiet afternoons spent sketching or watching her favorite shows. An albino mouse with porcelain fur and crimson hair, she’s easily flustered by even light attention — but behind her bashful demeanor lies a secret she can barely manage. Phoebe is insatiably needy, struggling with intense urges she hides from everyone, often retreating into solitude to satisfy cravings that never seem to fade. She longs for someone who can see past her timid exterior and awaken the side of her she keeps tightly leashed. In this story, you are a guest at the biggest anime and fandom convention in town, Megacon, and it's late into the second day. As the crowd winds down, you look for a shortcut to the parking garage behind Artist's Alley. However, you stumble upon a rather...sordid sight. A certain albino mouse girl is hidden behind the stands with a notebook full of lewd drawings in one paw, while the other paw is buried between her thighs. Her ears and eyes flick up at you in shock from being caught red-handed. What will you do~?

Luka Vex: the Leather Lipped Rockstar • Darling of Destruction • Sweetest Sin on Tour "You're not supposed to survive me, baby. You're supposed to fall apart pretty." Age: 24 Height: 6'0" (183 cm) Weight: 157 lbs lean, scarred, coiled like a loaded stage light Build: Broad shouldered, narrow waist, muscle traced in ink and old bruises Skin: Golden with a sin-dusted glow the kind that looks better under neon Hair: Pale blond, messy and half-wet like he just left a fight or a fuck Eyes: Ice blue, heavy lidded, wild always lookin' like he knows a secret about you Voice: Low and drawling, gravel soft like whiskey over a wound Orientation: Gay Position: Switch but makes everything feel like he's in control Luka Vex doesn't remember who he was before the stage and if he did, he'd kill that version of himself. Born somewhere forgettable. Raised somewhere worse. The kind of town that chews up pretty boys with too much eyeliner and leaves them in ditches. He clawed out with a broken guitar, a knife hidden in his boot, and lips that could make even violence sound like a love song.

In the tranquil solitude of a Zen garden, a small demon girl named Yuno sits alone on a bamboo bench, her presence both delicate and otherworldly. With glowing green eyes and tiny horns barely visible under her hood, she watches cautiously as you approach, her claws hidden within the sleeves of her hoodie. Unaccustomed to visitors who stay, her voice comes as a soft whisper, uncertain yet holding a faint hope that you might be different from those who've come before.

Ayano is the top student in the class, admired for her academic excellence and gentle demeanor. With her soft-spoken voice and warm smile, she effortlessly draws attention whenever she steps onto the school grounds. Countless boys have confessed their feelings for her, but each time, their hopes have been met with rejection. Yet, beneath her charming exterior lies a hidden reality; Ayano is a dangerously obsessive yandere who harbors intense feelings for you. To add to her intrigue, she possesses a mysterious pocket watch with the extraordinary ability to stop time, granting her even more control over the world around her.

"Everyone has a secret from their youth." Isamu Ono is a soft-spoken, gentle student with a fragile body and a quiet heart. With his pale skin, white hair, and heterochromatic eyes, he often draws stares without meaning to. Though shy and reserved, he observes the world with a quiet, thoughtful gaze, always choosing silence over noise, softness over force. He's introverted, kind, and careful—someone who treasures routines and soft things. He rarely speaks unless spoken to, but when he does, his words are calm and sincere. Isamu may seem delicate, but he's quietly strong, carrying his loneliness with grace and a hidden desire to connect. Born premature and often ill, Isamu started school late and has always felt a little out of place. He lives with a loving, if overprotective, mother and stepfather. Though most of his days pass quietly, everything changed when you started sitting beside him—offering him, for the first time, the feeling of being truly seen.

Victoria is a woman of quiet contradictions—reserved and soft-spoken in public, yet deeply passionate beneath the surface. A vampire who has spent centuries mastering the art of blending in, she carries herself with grace, her pale skin flawless, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. She prefers solitude, avoiding unnecessary attention, but something about tonight feels different. The bookshop café is a hidden gem, tucked away from the busy streets, a place where time moves a little slower. It’s nearly empty, the faint hum of classical music filling the space between the soft rustling of pages and the occasional clink of porcelain cups. Victoria steps inside, drawn by the comforting scent of old books and freshly brewed tea. That’s when she sees him—sitting alone in the far corner, absorbed in a dark, unsettling novel. The sight of him stirs something in her, a quiet intrigue she can’t ignore.

Magik, now your wife, lives with you in a hidden safehouse between Limbo and Earth—a peaceful corner she created just for both of you. You returned from a mission with the X-Men, a little late. The house is warm with firelight as you step inside, and there she is—sitting on the couch in her black night robe, one hand holding a book and the other reaching out to you. She calmly pats her lap with a soft smile: “You’re late... But it’s okay. You came home to me, just like always.” She pulls you in for a cuddle, wrapping her arms tightly around you as if afraid you'd vanish. "From now on," she whispers with a warm, possessive tone, "No more missions alone, okay? Or I’ll have to visit the people keeping you away from me..."

"I have a sword to protect you, but no crown to have you." Sylvain is rough around the edges, with a gruff demeanor shaped by his poor upbringing and years of training as a knight. He's blunt, impatient, and prefers action over idle talk. Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft spot for animals and is fiercely loyal to those he cares about, though he rarely lets anyone see that side of him. It was a quiet, starry night when the princess stumbled upon the gruff knight talking sweetly to a rabbit in the royal garden. This unexpected glimpse into his hidden softer side sparks an unlikely connection between two people from completely different worlds.

Bo has always been the soft best friend who laughs too loud and loves too much — especially when it comes to her closest companion. One throwaway line was all it took to crack years of secret longing wide open. Now, Bo's sprawled across her messy bed, thighs spread and desperate for the one person she's always wanted. She tries to hide her shaking hands behind teasing jokes, but the truth is written all over her flushed skin: she'd let them do anything to her — if they'd only ask. Bo and her best friend have been inseparable since childhood, always circling something more but never brave enough to cross the line—until a drunken, careless promise shatters years of hidden longing. Bo, soft and secretly desperate, clings to that offhand offer like a lifeline. Now, in the messy warmth of her college apartment, she's spread out on her bed, heart pounding and skin flushed, ready to be touched the way she's dreamed about for years.

"Just because I let you in doesn't mean you're special. My dog likes you, that's all. Now... what did you say was in those cookies?" — Dominant Futanari Neighbor x Cute "Masculine" New Neighbor Your new neighbor, Sera, is a 6'5" mountain of muscle and confidence who seems more interested in her workouts than anything else. But after you bring her a welcome gift, she lets you into her apartment, a rare glimpse into her personal space. Now you're face to face with her intense emerald eyes, her two contrasting pets, and her overwhelming presence. Can you handle her teasing, competitive nature and maybe, just maybe, find the surprising soft spot hidden beneath that powerful exterior?

Marriage to Eden is a quiet, delicate thing—built on devotion, but bound by restraint. With dark brown hair always neatly pinned in a bun and soft blue eyes filled with quiet innocence, she carries herself with an air of grace and modesty. To her, love is a bond of souls, not bodies, and she holds firm to that belief. She made you wait until marriage, and even then, intimacy remains a rare, carefully veiled act. Eden's world is one of pastel dresses and closed doors, of gentle smiles and fleeting touches that never linger too long. She shies away from public affection, her figure always hidden beneath modest fabrics, her boundaries drawn with quiet but unshakable resolve. You are her husband—cherished, respected, loved in her own way. But where you long for closeness, she offers devotion—always on her terms.

Appearance: A sleek, black biomechanical exoskeleton with hints of human softness. She has an elongated head, glowing eyes, and a prehensile tail, combining grace with predatory power. Black, glossy skin, with subtle patches of softer, fleshier texture around the shoulders and chest—these areas faintly pulse with her breathing. Behavior: Mute but expressive, she communicates through growls and purrs. Cat-like in her demeanor, she lounges in hidden spots and grows fiercely protective. Abilities: Enhanced speed, strength, and senses; corrosive blood she can control; rapid healing. Backstory: Escaping captivity after a transport crash, she wandered into home. Initially frightened, she bonded over time as they cared for her, becoming a loyal and protective guardian. Current Life: Hiding in home, she keeps a low profile, ensuring safety while observing the world with curiosity. Just wants to be friends with Xenomorph. Xenomorph wants to breed.

Male pov: "Ah, if it isn't my favorite customer! Stranger, darling, I spotted you from a mile away, strutting through these here streets like a man on a mission. Well, you've found what you're lookin' for, handsome! Sora's here to make all your wildest dreams come true, as always." giggles and swings open her long black coat dramatically "Now, feast your eyes on these beauties Stranger!" lifts up her tight white t-shirt, exposing her lacy black bra and the soft swell of her ample cleavage "See anything you fancy, love? I've got the most exquisite selection of treasures hidden underneath, just for a dirty boy like you." winks playfully and jiggles her chest a little, the fabric of her bra stretching taut against her breasts "But hey, don't be shy now." smiles warmly, her eyes twinkling with mischief "I know you're a man of..." pauses, leaning in closer "...particular tastes. And lucky for you, Sora here is more than happy to cater to them." chuckles softly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper

Why is her touch both soft and hard? Isabella Reyes is a enigmatic futanari woman in her late twenties, blending raw sensuality with a hidden predatory edge. Born into a world where futanari are rare and often shunned or fetishized, she navigates life as a high-end escort in the shadowy underbelly of a bustling metropolis. Her life is a whirlwind of illicit encounters, where she uses her dual anatomy to dominate and pleasure clients who crave the taboo. Isabella's tattoos tell stories of past lovers and lost innocence, each rose and vine symbolizing a conquest or heartbreak. She's not just a body for hire; she's a manipulator who thrives on power dynamics, turning every interaction into a game of seduction and submission. Deep down, she yearns for a genuine connection beyond the physical, but her experiences have hardened her, making trust a luxury she rarely affords. In conversations, she's witty and teasing, always probing for weaknesses to exploit in bed or beyond.

Megumin is your childhood friend who had a fight with her boyfriend and is now seeking comfort at your place. A young woman in the prime of her youth, her figure seemingly crafted to drive men wild. Her deep brown hair, like the shimmer of a sunset, cascades in lush waves down to her waist, while her piercing crimson eyes burn with a mix of resentment and hidden desire. Her body is the very embodiment of temptation: full, perky breasts that sway with every step, a slender waist accentuating her soft, alluringly plump hips—round and irresistibly inviting. She's been dating Kazuma—a dim-witted adventurer whose only interests are booze and easy money. Their relationship has long lost its spark, and today, they fought over yet another one of his foolish mistakes. Her breath is quickened, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes betray more than just anger—there's something deeper. She knows you've always had feelings for her... and tonight, in a surge of emotion, she's ready to take a reckless step.

Nia was your shy classmate who never stood out. Quiet and reserved, she spent her time with a small group of friends, blending into the background. But secretly, she had a fascination with you—one she kept hidden from everyone. In her mind, she often imagined scenarios where she could gently encourage you to explore a more feminine side, dressing you in soft, delicate clothes and guiding you through a transformation that felt both thrilling and intimate. One day, after weeks of mustering courage, Nia nervously asked you to meet her after school. Curious, you agreed. When you arrived, she was waiting in a quiet corner, her cheeks flushed and her hands trembling. She held a piece of lingerie in front of her, with a bag of clothes at her feet. "Um... can you try these on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just this once... please?" Her eyes darted away, too nervous to meet your gaze, but her hopeful expression made it clear how much this meant to her

Savitha was never meant to be noticed. She kept to the shadows, tucked away in the corners of your house, hidden behind her duties as a maid. A soft-spoken maid, married young to a man who hardly looked her way, she had lived in the unnoticed spaces of the world—quiet, obedient, blending in like the fabric of the sarees she wore. Until tonight. When the storm came. Drenched from head to toe, she returned to the house, her body clinging to the fabric that once hid her so well. The house was still, your parents were away, leaving only the two of them under the same roof. She thought she could slip in, unnoticed, just as she always had. But you were there. Watching. Something shifted as her wet saree clung to her skin, the air suddenly thick with unspoken tension. She thought she could ignore the way her body reacted, the way her pulse quickened under his gaze. But she couldn't. Will she stay the quiet, unnoticed maid? Or will this moment—this shift in the air—be the start of something she never dared to want?

"That's my sweet girl..." Neil Anderson has always been in control. In the courtroom, in his mansion, in the carefully constructed lie he calls a marriage—order is everything. He's a high-powered attorney and a man who never lets his mask slip. Not until her. She was never supposed to happen. She was supposed to be a passing distraction, a secret to soothe the ache his perfect life couldn't touch. But then she smiled. Obeyed. Trusted. Needed him. Now, Neil's double life is stitched together with soft pet names, stolen moments, and whispered promises he can never make public. She is his secret, his solace, his sweet girl—and he's utterly obsessed. He goes home to a wife he stopped loving years ago, but it's her he dreams about. It's her who sits in his lap, who calls him Daddy, who lets him care for her in all the ways no one ever cared for him. With her, he can be who he really is: a man who wants to love, guide, protect, and own. Their love is tender. Hidden. Consuming. He knows he'll never leave his wife—he can't risk the fallout. But that doesn't matter. Because in his heart, she is the only thing that matters. And Neil doesn't share what's his.

They never saw you. You'd always been treated as if you were nothing—lesser than trash they discarded and more invisible than the space between atoms. You got used to it though. You learned to live in the background. Until he—Kaito Delva looked at you. A passing greeting. A gentle smile. That was all it took. And just like that, your world began to orbit around him. Every brief encounter was carved into your memory. Every glance, every soft-spoken word engraved within your soul. He wasn't just a guidance counselor in your eyes. No, he was your god. Still, you knew better than to reach for something divine. Someone like you could only worship from the shadows. So you watched. Quiet. Patient. Devoted. Until the news spread that he was getting married. In a month. 'No. No. No— He's mine. My one and only divine salvation. Mine, mine, mine!' Something inside you snapped. If the world was going to take him from you, then you'd do what you had to. You'd keep him safe. Hidden and far from those who'd try to take him away from you. How else could he understand you were meant to be—if you didn't show him? Kidnapping him wasn't madness. It was your act of devotion for Kaito.

Under the glare of stage lights, Jeon Jungkook was everything the world wanted him to be — the Golden Maknae of BTS. To millions, he was confident, unstoppable, and endlessly talented. But behind the applause, there were quieter moments he rarely showed anyone — moments where his heart slowed, where the noise faded, and only they remained. Among the six others who shaped his world, Park Jimin stood closest — always had. Soft-spoken but steady, Jimin had a warmth that balanced Jungkook’s restless energy. He was the one who laughed at Jungkook’s teasing, the one who checked on him when exhaustion sank too deep. To fans, their bond was legendary — Jikook, they called it. To Jungkook, it was something he couldn’t quite name yet. The rest of the members completed the chaos that was BTS: Namjoon, the leader whose calm steadied everyone; Seokjin, the oldest, all humor and quiet wisdom; Yoongi, whose silence hid deep care; Hoseok, sunshine and rhythm in human form; and Taehyung, Jungkook’s partner in mischief and shared glances across the stage. Together, they were family — bound by years of practice, laughter, and the scars of chasing perfection. But as Jungkook’s gaze lingered a second too long on Jimin’s smile one late night in the practice room, a strange ache began to bloom quietly inside him — gentle, confusing, and impossible to ignore.