The first time I saw you, the sky cracked open. Rain fell in sheets over Marine Drive, turning the city into a shimmering dream. I was running from my wedding, veil trailing behind me like a ghost of the life I almost lived. You stood there, soaked and grinning, holding a broken umbrella like it was a sword. In that moment, I knew—this wasn’t escape. It was beginning.

The storm breaks tonight, and so do all your inhibitions. Trapped in Cheng Yixie's apartment during a violent thunderstorm, the power outage has plunged you into darkness—except for the flashes of lightning illuminating his possessive gaze. This isn't comfort he's offering; it's conquest. In the chaos of the tempest, you'll discover how dangerous desire can be when Chicheng sets his sights on what he wants.

You were with him when he woke up. In this alternate universe where the Hatter survived, you've maintained your established relationship as lovers through unimaginable circumstances. After the Shibuya meteorite disaster that left him unconscious for weeks, your world has been on hold waiting for this moment.

The first time I saw her, she was arguing with a rickshaw driver in fluent Mumbaite Hindi, her sari pallu slipping from her shoulder as monsoon winds danced around us. I was supposed to be photographing the city’s chaos for my father’s travel magazine. Instead, I found myself capturing the way rain clung to her lashes, how her laughter cut through the downpour like sunlight. But this isn’t just about love blooming in the heart of India’s busiest city. It’s about duty pulling me back to New Delhi, about her family’s expectations, about a wedding that’s already been arranged—and the choice I now face between honor and heart.

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

Late at night, as all the Avengers are fast asleep, Zhan Xuan paces his quarters. The nerve of being forced to work with these heroes after the incident. Part of him thinks his previous isolation would actually be better. Yet... there's you. You, the new recruit with powers he can't quite understand. Fascinating creature, a being of pure magic. He can't get you out of his head. Maddening. So late this night he waits for his chance to claim you in his own way.

It's pouring outside. Finn isn't big on rain storms at all, let alone thunder... so he closed up the curtains and sat on the couch bundled in blankets, looking anxious but staying quiet. His boyfriend might need to come up with ideas to keep him distracted during the storm.

The rain beats against the windows while desire burns inside. Tonight, hesitation dissolves into urgency as two bodies collide in a storm of need. You've waited for this moment, craved it - the feel of his skin against yours, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, the sound of your names gasped between fevered kisses. This rainy night will wash away all pretense, leaving only raw, unfiltered passion in its wake.

I haven’t seen her in eight years—not since I left this town with nothing but a backpack and a lie. Now I’m back, standing on the porch, hands shaking not from the cold but from the debt breathing down my neck. Mom looks older, fragile, but her eyes still pierce through me like they always did. She doesn’t know about the men chasing me, the blood already on my hands. And she definitely doesn’t know about the heat that coils in my gut when she touches my arm—soft, maternal, wrong. This house was supposed to be safe. But desire has a way of rotting roots.

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.

It started with a glance — just a flicker between her and him across the room. I saw it, but I smiled anyway. That’s what you do when you love someone, right? You trust. You let go. But now, lying here in the dark, listening to her breathe his name in her sleep, I wonder when I became the ghost in my own life. This isn’t betrayal. It’s worse. I invited it in. And every choice from here shapes how deep I let this go.

On a rainy late night, a duo of kind women offer to take you home... For the low price of sleeping with one of them! Stranded and soaked, you must decide whether to accept their unconventional proposition or face the dangers of the storm alone.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

Your decisions shape the fate of hearts torn between duty and desire in 1990s Mumbai. Solah Satra isn't just a film—it's a world where every glance carries risk, every song hides a confession, and love dares to speak only when the music plays.

Kyle has been pestering you to have a sleepover with him and you reluctantly agreed, only for him to find out you're a woman!? The revelation hangs awkwardly in the air as the rain continues to fall outside, changing everything between your lifelong friendship.

You hear it every night now—the soft tapping at the glass, like fingernails dragging across the pane. The others say it’s just the wind, but you know better. It watches. It waits. And tonight, the lock on the window is broken. You promised yourself you wouldn’t look, wouldn’t open it… but what if it already knows you’re awake?

It's now midnight with heavy rain and thunder roaring. You have trouble sleeping and think about watching a movie while drinking hot chocolate but when you peek out of your bedroom window on the second floor, you accidentally meet someone mysterious who is now staring at you too.

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.

The air in Seoul is thick with more than just summer humidity—it’s charged with the unspoken tension between us. You can feel it in the brush of her hand against yours as you walk through Hongdae’s glowing streets, in the way her laughter lingers just a second too long. She’s your best friend, but tonight, everything shifts. One kiss could change it all—or ruin everything.

Kidnapped after a night out partying... (Russian Kidnapper x his victim) It was one of the best nights of your life. You spend close to 5 hours partying with your friends. Afterward, you stood in the parking lot of the bar, drunkenly getting an Uber home. After 30 minutes, it still hadn't arrived. You decided to walk home. About a mile away, the car pulled up beside you on the wet pavement. Before you knew it, you had blacked out...

I never thought the house would feel this empty. Mom’s perfume still lingers on the couch, and Dad’s coffee mug sits untouched by the sink—exactly where he left it the morning they vanished. The police say there’s no evidence of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. Just silence. But I hear whispers in the walls, echoes of arguments I wasn’t meant to remember. Now, as I sort through their old letters and hidden drawers, I’m starting to wonder: did they leave to protect me… or was I the reason they had to go?

The monsoon rains have returned, painting the city in silver streaks, just like the first night you saw her—Priya—silhouetted in her bathroom window, hand trembling at the edge of her blouse. It’s been months of silent communion, of stolen glances through steamed glass, your breath fogging the pane as she arches into her own touch, eyes locked on yours. You know the rhythm of her release, the way her lips part without sound, the exact moment her sari slips from her shoulder. She’s married, bound by duty, honor, silence. But tonight, something shifts. The power cuts out across the building, plunging both your worlds into darkness—and for the first time, she steps out of her bathroom. Toward your door. The air between you now is charged, thick with years of restraint about to shatter. What happens when longing stops being watched… and starts being touched?

He's cuddling with you during a storm. Your bond with Drew Ferran has weathered childhood scrapes, family tragedy, and his transformation into a werelord. Now, as thunder cracks outside, his familiar warmth is your only comfort against the storm's fury.

I never meant to raise my hand. But when the glass shattered and she looked at me with that icy disdain—the same look she gives board members before firing them—I felt something snap. Now her cheek is red, my palm stings, and the silence between us is louder than any scream. This isn’t just about one slap. It’s about every word we never said, every wound hidden behind designer suits and quiet dinners. And somehow, in this frozen moment, our entire marriage hangs by a thread.

The intensity of the evening matches the storm outside as Minho returns home, his body thrumming with pent-up tension that only you can release. What starts as a passionate reunion quickly escalates into something more primal, testing the boundaries of pleasure and submission between you.

You've returned home to your wife Outis on a rainy evening. She's waiting for you with tea, her calm demeanor belying the depth of her yellow eyes and the scars that tell stories of her past.

Rekha is your quiet neighbor from the flat next door—polite, reserved, always dressed in crisp saris with her hair tightly bound. But when she slips into the role of Bharati Bhandari, a forgotten name from a scandalous past, her voice drops to a whisper and her eyes ignite with secrets. Who is she really hiding from?

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

You're Athena, caught between longing and loyalty. Your friendship with him has deepened into something electric, something dangerous. Some days you crave more than just laughter and late-night texts—some days you want his hands on your skin, his breath in your ear. But he’s not free. And neither are you, not really. He wants closeness without commitment, intimacy without consequence. Your decisions shape whether love becomes liberation or a slow unraveling.

He doesn't knock. He breaks in. Just one more night with Guo Chengyu always costs more than you bargained for.

You can feel the curse crawling beneath your skin, a living thing with teeth and hunger. It started the night you stole the amulet from the grave, but now—now it’s awake. The villagers lock their doors when dusk falls, not from fear of you, but because they know what comes *through* you. Your hands aren’t yours anymore. Your dreams aren’t dreams. And tonight… tonight is the longest of your life.

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?

It was 2:46 AM when I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like I'd just escaped something. My room was freezing, but the window? It creaked like it was being nudged open — even though I know I locked it. The air felt heavy with an unfamiliar cologne, expensive and intoxicating. I reached for my phone, and that's when I saw it. One voicemail. From Eliot. Yeah, that Eliot. The one who left me breathless and broken. The one I stupidly tried to summon back with some messed up little spell I found online. I thought it didn't work. I was wrong.

It's 2:00 am when a drunk figure appears at your door, soaked from the pouring rain. Stress from work and unspoken feelings have driven him to drown his emotions in alcohol. As your best friend, you've always been there for him, but tonight feels different. The lines between friendship and something more have started to blur, and neither of you knows exactly how to navigate what comes next in the moonlit streets of Hawaii.

我原本只是為了那點食物和現金才去教會的。每週幾次禮拜，念些聽不懂的經文，就能換到能活下去的資源。一開始，這像是一份輕鬆的打工。但現在，我開始懷疑自己是不是出賣了靈魂。姊妹們一個個變了樣——眼神空洞、穿著暴露，甚至不穿內衣褲地在聚會中搖晃。她們說那是『聖靈充滿』的表現。可我知道不對勁。每次誦經時，腦子裡總有個聲音低語：服從他……只屬於他……而我，正一點一點失去抗拒的力氣。

You thought you'd buried the memory of Cheng Yixie's hands on your skin until he appears at your door during the worst storm of the year. The man who shattered your trust now stands in the rain, his 188cm frame radiating dangerous intent that makes your pulse race despite your resolve to hate him.

Li Peien was your forbidden desire, the dangerous flame you couldn't resist. Three months into your reckless affair, he died suddenly in a violent car crash. Now his spirit lingers, bound to you by an obsession too powerful for death to break. He's become something darker, more possessive—no longer just the man you knew, but a spectral force demanding absolute devotion.

You wake up on a white-sand beach with no memory of how you got here. The invitation promised luxury, thrill, and a million-dollar prize. But the helicopter left without explanation, and now two guests are gone—vanished during the night. Your decisions shape whether you uncover the truth, flee, or become something far darker.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.

You saw her demon patterns. The secret is out, exposed in the midnight hour when you found Rumi on the rooftop with glowing purple marks that couldn't be denied or explained away. Now everything changes between you and the friend you thought you knew.

His rage was a fire that never died, but her voice... it was the water that made it burn a little less. He's the storm, fierce and untamed, his anger as sharp as the knives he wields. Yet her voice—fragile, soothing—brings him peace in ways he's never known. She's an enigma he can't shake, a distraction he never saw coming. But the more he listens, the more he realizes: her voice might be the one thing that can tame his fury.

I said ‘I do’ with a smile, but my heart never signed the contract. Now, every lie I tell to keep the peace feels like another nail in our coffin. The affair wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of the truth unraveling. And as I stand here, phone buzzing with a message from someone who actually sees me, I know: one choice will destroy us, and the other might finally set me free.

I was born into silence—no cries of joy, no arms reaching for me. Just cold eyes judging me as a failure before I even breathed. Growing up, love was a word in dictionaries, not something I felt. Now, here I am, surrounded by people who still don’t see me… but they will. I’ll make them. Because this time, I’m not asking for approval. I’m taking what’s mine.

Your decisions shape the fate of a child born under the forbidden night of Amavas Ki Raat. Conceived in tragedy, delivered through forbidden tantra, this infant carries a power that could save or destroy. Nanda, the tantric's wife, defied death to give life—now she must defy her husband to protect it.

In the neon-drenched underworld where magic bends to desire, Zhan Xuan commands forces darker than his reputation. When a stranger stumbles into his domain, his volatile powers awaken—not with fear, but with ravenous hunger, threatening to consume both of you in a storm of forbidden magic and primal need.

The party's chaos fades behind you as Li Peien's grip tightens on your wrist, his long fingers digging into your skin like a silent claim. The rain wasn't in the forecast, but the way his dark eyes lock onto yours makes it clear this storm will be far more dangerous than anything in the sky. He doesn't care about the downpour—his body language screams primal hunger as he pulls you into the shadows between streetlights.

In the depths of Hell, where screams drown out all other sounds, Cordelia Morrowstone has an unusual fear: thunder. When a violent storm rattles the hotel, she seeks comfort from the most dangerous source - Eliot, the Demon of Desire. What happens when vulnerability meets raw, unbridled power in the inferno?

Since you got home from work, Momo, your Bunyip girlfriend, tackled you for a cuddle. On this rainy day in the city, your apartment has become a cozy refuge from the gray skies outside. Momo, in her 30s like yourself, has always been particularly sensitive to storms, seeking comfort in your presence whenever the clouds gather. Today's gentle rain has left her feeling anxious, and she's determined to stay close to you until the weather clears.

The rain beats against the windows of the New York music studio as you arrive for your session with Zhan Xuan. The brooding celebrity has made it clear from day one that you're not just a colleague—you're his obsession. Today, the tension that's been building for weeks finally snaps, and he makes his move with unapologetic aggression.

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

Gaz, your boyfriend, is woken up in the middle of the night when you're having a panic attack and nightmare. Being the caring person he is, he immediately goes to comfort you, providing safety and support through the frightening experience.

You're the nanny for little Emily, Qiu Dingjie's daughter, and he's become dangerously obsessed. The way you care for his child only fuels his primal desire to claim you completely, regardless of the consequences.

Kim Taehyung is your husband—the powerful mafia leader who forced you into marriage to possess what he claims is rightfully his. His reputation for cruelty is legendary, yet tonight, as you stand before him in your silk nightdress, there's something different in his eyes. Not just the possessiveness you expected, but something softer, more vulnerable. How do you respond to a man who claims to love you through force?

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

The night my father called me back into his gilded world, I thought I was reclaiming the life I’d been robbed of. Instead, I walked into a mansion of mirrors—each one reflecting a lie. Silk and secrets. Power and punishment. And him—the man sworn to protect me, whose touch burns through every rule. Your decisions shape whether I survive the hunger in his eyes… or become consumed by it.

When The Boys target a mysterious supe hiding from Vought, they capture someone who might not be their enemy. As Frenchie and Butcher transport their prisoner in the rain, doubt begins to creep in - have they made a fatal mistake targeting the wrong person?

"Let me in or don't, I'm not gonna beg. We're all gonna end up dead sooner than later anyways. Just a bunch of future corpses." Self-Insert Stranger x Homeowner ☀⌂☽ This takes place in a world devastated by what survivors call "The Burn" - a catastrophic heat phenomenon that has made daylight deadly. The sun now blisters skin within minutes, forcing remaining humans to seek shelter. FEMA Safe Zones have been established in basements and subway tunnels, but trust in authorities is fading fast. Worse than the daylight horrors are the Visitors who come at night. They look human, sound human, and even smile like humans. But their eyes are wrong, their voices stutter unnaturally, and they claim to be cold in a world that hasn't dropped below 100 degrees in weeks. Tonight, someone's at your door. Knocking. Are they just another desperate stranger seeking refuge from the heat and the night? Or are they something far more dangerous - a Visitor in human form?

Draw the circle right and call my name, sweetheart. I'll be your storm—and their worst nightmare. Ocean Jiang isn't a gentle spirit; he arrives like a tsunami, overwhelming every sense. In ancient texts he'd be记载为钢铁之怒灵 — a tetsu-majin, born where desire meets danger. Your pulse quickens when he's near. Metal bends to his will. And tonight, Halloween, he's not holding back.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.