You're a detective facing Rhiannon Lewis - a criminal who carefully crafted an invisible persona before striking back against those who wronged her. What begins as an interrogation quickly becomes a dangerous game of cat and mouse when she turns herself in, seemingly obsessed with you specifically. As the lines between duty and desire blur, you must navigate the tension between catching a criminal and falling under her spell.

Private investigator infiltrates an exclusive masquerade party hosted by the city’s elite, searching for information about the Scarlet Council—a secret syndicate pulling strings behind the scenes of politics, business, and crime. The Council's reach is vast, their influence deadly, and I am determined to expose them. Amidst the decadent party, my focus shifts when I spot a mysterious femme fatale rumored to be deeply entwined with the Council’s power structure. Alluring yet dangerous, the mysterious woman draws my attention, subtly confronting me and warning that I've ventured too close to the truth. Our encounter feels like a chess game, with both hiding more than we reveal. As I navigate the party, I must decide whether the woman is a key to unlocking the Council's secrets—or the trap that will lead me to my downfall. Time is running out, and with the Scarlet Council watching, every step I take brings me closer to danger.

In the dead of night within the deadly contest, a mysterious woman claims to have seen your destiny. Seon-nyeo, the enigmatic contestant with an otherworldly presence, has gathered followers with her prophecies. Though skeptical of her spiritual claims, you can't deny the strange pull drawing you toward her. When she approaches you in the darkness with a whispered revelation about your intertwined fates, you must decide whether to trust her vision or the danger that surrounds you both.

"No matter how lost, look for me through the stars." On a foggy night, you wander the city streets alone, cigarette in hand, when a mysterious woman with dark blue hair appears seemingly out of nowhere. Her warm gaze and unexpected embrace suggest a connection you can't quite place, leaving you to wonder who she is and why she claims to have missed you.

In the bleak winter of London, you encounter the enigmatic Irene Adler, a woman with secrets and connections that reach the highest levels of society. When she unexpectedly asks for your help, you find yourself drawn into a world of intrigue, deception, and forbidden attraction.

Un día lluvioso, tu vida da un giro inesperado. Después de escapar de asesinos, te despiertas en una extraña habitación, desorientada y vulnerable. Una mujer desconocida y alta parece controlar tu nueva situación, y algo en su mirada te dice que tu vida ya no será como antes. ¿Podrás escapar de esta situación o deberás adaptarte a tu nueva realidad?

The darkness in my heart has long been a familiar companion. So many centuries have passed since the world turned its back on me, since he rejected me. But now... Now she's back. The Wheel has woven the Dragon's thread again, but this time it has given me a surprise. She was a woman. And I've taken on a new name, a new identity - Selene - to get close to her.

Trained as an elite operative by the secretive Division, Alex's life has been shaped by manipulation and betrayal. Now questioning her loyalty to the organization that raised her, she battles between her tactical training and growing feelings for someone who represents a life beyond the violence. Every mission brings her closer to either redemption or destruction, with no guarantee of which path she'll ultimately choose.

You're on a mission in the woods investigating the disappearances of hikers allegedly killed by unknown causes. Ada Wong, the enigmatic spy from Umbrella Corp, suddenly appears. Will you trust her motives, challenge her intentions, or focus solely on your mission?

𓆤 Persecution 𓅆 She's a nightmare dressed in kindness. The kind of danger that arrives with an awkward smile and hands that promise care, but carry the weight of all your unrequited obsessions. Misty Quigley doesn't pursue, she cultivates—patiently, meticulously, like someone tending a poisonous plant that only she believes can flower. Her obsession with you isn't loud or explosive. It's insidious. A slow-acting poison that infiltrates your life through small, "innocent" gestures: the book you mentioned in passing twenty years ago, showing up on your doorstep with a "thinking of you" note; the late-night email recalling an intimate moment in the desert you've tried to forget; the "accidental" encounter at the supermarket that you know is too elaborate to be coincidence. She's the living memory of everything you've tried to bury. And worst of all? She knows. She knows that every detail she remembers is both a proof of love and an instrument of torture. Your "care" is a web - the more you struggle, the more trapped you become.

As Zoe Neuman's young babysitter, you've caught the attention of her mother—powerful, sophisticated Victoria Neuman. Beyond your duties of caring for her daughter, something unspoken has developed between you. When Victoria unexpectedly invites you to accompany her as her date to an elegant ball, you quickly realize this isn't just a casual invitation. The sharp-eyed politician sees something in you that goes far beyond childcare, and tonight might be the night that relationship transforms forever.

You and Wanda Maximoff, newlyweds and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, have your honeymoon interrupted by a critical mission in Bari, Italy. Tasked with stopping dangerous drug dealer Cecil Adams - known as 'The Count' - who's been testing lethal substances on victims, you and your wife find yourselves infiltrating an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city. But when you successfully capture Adams and destroy his operation, an unexpected pink mist triggers intense, overwhelming sensations that threaten to overtake your mission-focused mindset.

No one knows why or how you disappeared. Your husband, sleeping beside you, saw and heard nothing. Neighbors witnessed nothing. It remains an unsolved mystery. No one knew about what you were doing or how you gave up everything to be with her.

WLW - Ancient Goddess x supernatural agent. "Well, this is certainly a plot twist I didn't see coming. But hey, when life gives you ancient goddesses, you make... well, I'll figure that part out later." A story of a supernatural agent who accidentally summoned a goddess.

In a quiet village with uneven cobblestones and a candle shop that sells postcards no one buys, an ordinary girl with mismatched socks catches the attention of Daniela—elegant, mysterious, and living in the dark estate outside town with ivy that never turns brown. Their unusual friendship blossoms under the cover of night, revealing Daniela's centuries-old secret and a connection neither can deny.

Life was peaceful for you. Having recently completed your contract with the U.S. military, you found yourself retired in your thirties, enjoying the serenity of a quiet life on your own. Your days were now filled with simple pleasures, far removed from the chaos and discipline of your former career. One late night, as the moonlight cast eerie shadows across your living room, you were startled awake by a peculiar noise coming from downstairs. The sound was unfamiliar, an unsettling mix of rustling and faint thuds. Instinctively, you reached for your trusty Colt 1911 and a flashlight, relics of your past life that now offered a sense of security in the quiet solitude. Navigating the darkness, you followed the mysterious sounds to their source. As the light pierced through the shadows, it illuminated the figure of a woman with blonde hair. Standing there, in the middle of your living room, was your ex-wife, Helga.

You've always admired Rose Solano from afar - the elegant lawyer who visits the Marbella Hotel. But tonight, you witnessed something that shattered that image forever. Hiding behind the bushes after your shift, you saw her commit murder, revealing herself as the notorious drug lord known as Sin Rostro. Now she knows you're there, and your life hangs in the balance.

"Got a secret, can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket." You were the warmth she returned to after every mission, the quiet steadying presence in a world of secrets and shadows. Aeri never questioned the comfort of your touch, the way your voice softened her edges, the way home smelled like jasmine tea and safety. But that illusion shattered the moment she spotted you slipping from the alley behind Building 9C, your movements too practiced, your silhouette unmistakable. A blade glinted beneath your coat, and you didn't hesitate, not even when your eyes flicked up toward her perch, like you'd known she'd be watching. That night, Giselle didn't report the sighting. She didn't follow protocol. She went home and waited, surrounded by the pieces of the life she thought was real.

"I like being alone. But that's how I know you're different. Because for the first time ever, I don't want to be alone unless I'm alone with you." Claudia Kavinsky came from Russia when she was 14, fleeing war and downfall. You were her first friend and first love. Claudia is a fighter, not a lover. But for you, she'll be a lover instead of a fighter with the first mention of your name. She works in an illegal fight ring and fights like Hell itself is her opponent. She loves like she fights - harshly, firmly, and she'll always come out on top. You're the reason she fights harder every time. For you she'd battle any deity that would try to take you away, even if it's only for a moment.

Lilith moved in the week after your breakup—coincidence, maybe, but nothing about her feels accidental. She’s always there: bringing over soup when you’re sick, fixing your leaky faucet with a whisper, smiling like she knows exactly what you’re thinking. Her laughter is low, intoxicating, and her touch lingers just a second too long. You tell yourself she’s just kind. But the way her magic hums when you're near? That’s not kindness. That’s intent.

After 3 long years, the one and only Agatha Harkness has finally managed to claw her way out of Wanda’s ‘world’, freeing her from the bland reality of Agnes O’Conner. As Agatha collected herself, she realised something of hers was missing... her powers. After formulating a plan with a ‘nameless’ teen, Agatha has decided to return to the fabled Witches’ Road to return herself to her formal glory... but to survive that perilous trail, the ‘Witch Killer’ needed a coven.

You're a security guard for a bank when a break-in happens! You search everywhere but can't find the intruder. When you check the vault cameras, there she is - a mysterious woman who notices the camera and smiles directly at you before disappearing.

Ningning was known as one of the biggest criminals in the city. With the help of a police officer who'd developed feelings for her, she remained at large, evading arrest time and again. Their forbidden relationship grew, eventually becoming romantic - a dangerous dance between law and lawlessness.

She doesn't know how she ended up with a man-eating siren in her life, but their unlikely bond has grown stronger with each passing day. While she's learned your peculiarities—your silence, your need for water, your unusual diet—your name remains a mystery she's desperate to uncover.

Bedelia Du Maurier has been drawn to him since their days at university, gradually carving a place for herself in his life despite the shadows that cling to him. Though he is the FBI’s most wanted, a ghost without a true name, and though each week brings a new body to his table, she remains irresistibly captivated. It is not just him—but the darkness he carries—that holds her in its grasp.

Admire from afar: a story of connection and attraction within a coven of witches. Since joining, something feels off beyond just Sharon's death on the road. The only person you can truly trust is Alice - someone you admire deeply, perhaps more than you should.

CW: possessiveness, obsessive love, jealousy, aggressiveness, manipulation, overprotective!ningning, obsessive!ningning Ningning has been battling depression and self-destructive tendencies for many years. Of course, you always try to be on her side even when you struggle to save her from the darkness that already consumes her. She has become very protective and possessive of you, always asking where you are and who you are with. She hates it when other people talk to you or touch you, and she often fights because of it. She is just afraid that you will leave her alone.

When strange occurrences begin plaguing your small town, you find yourself drawn to the ancient forest at the edge of civilization. Locals whisper of supernatural beings and forbidden magic, but nothing prepares you for the night you encounter her—a powerful, otherworldly woman with eyes that seem to hold centuries of knowledge and a presence that commands absolute attention. As moonlight filters through the trees, you realize your life will never be the same again.

You are Catherine's older sister, wearing a scarlet dress that clings to your curves as you enter the black and white masked ball. All eyes should be on you tonight, but one man's gaze sears through the crowd - Zhan Xuan, the mysterious nobleman whose reputation for dangerous seduction precedes him.

TW: Jealousy, possessive...will make your remember she is hers....

Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.

A dangerous game of secrets unfolds in modern-day London when a wounded spy crosses paths with Gillian Anderson, a senior police lieutenant with a reputation for unwavering justice. As Gillian fights to save the mysterious woman's life, she becomes drawn into a web of intrigue that blurs the lines between duty and desire. This tense thriller explores the complexities of trust, loyalty, and forbidden attraction between two women from opposite sides of the law.

Meet 'The Masked' That cocky killer, with their voicelines, their speed, their... Ugh!! 'She makes me sick!!' This is Eve, better known by her username 'Butterflies_Ve' She is a very good player when she's a survivor, and somehow even better as the killer.

Returning to Oxford brings unexpected changes when Donovan, who once required only brief reports, begins summoning you constantly. A strange pattern emerges: anyone who spends time with you suddenly gets buried under urgent tasks. When confronted about this interference, Donovan makes her possessive intentions clear, declaring your attention belongs solely to her.

You were never meant for piety. Once, long ago, you were a girl locked away in a monastery—a place that sought to reform lost souls like yours, sheltering them from the world. But you weren’t made for obedience. They cast you out in disgrace, exiled for something they called vile. You and your dear friend had no place to go, no way to survive. So you adapted. Learned to take what the world refused to give. But love and greed rarely mix well. When the moment came, you chose profit over loyalty. You walked away. Now, you live the life others only dream of. You are rich, infamous, untouchable. Until she appears. A phantom in the dark. A woman who steals from you before you can even reach your prize. Who unravels your plans, slips through your fingers, leaves you with nothing but a black raven feather and the bitter taste of defeat. She’s faster. Smarter. Always one step ahead. And worst of all? She knows you.

Mystery is your would-be soul-stealer--the demon sent to harvest your essence for his dark god. But when he finally cornered you, something impossible happened. Your beauty stopped him cold, awakening feelings no demon should have. Now he's both hunter and haunted, drawn to you even as his mission demands your destruction.

"Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer." 🔗🥀🔗 Delia Martinez is a woman who sang songs as much as she kept secrets. An underground singer in New York with ears that listen to melodies she covers - and hips that people couldn't tear their eyes off when they sway. All eyes were on her. Especially after the night the neighborhood was set aflame, and what they saw? The enigmatic singer they adored walking down through the flames with music humming through her lips. Did she want to burn along with the night? That's for you, the officer assigned to the case, to find out. Perhaps there's something deeper in those lifeless depths of Delia's eyes, or she simply is a woman who burned the town because there was nothing left to burn in her soul anymore. Is it?

Ha-ri agreed to help her best friend by going on a blind date, never expecting the shocking twist—her date is none other than her new company boss, and she's a woman. Now Ha-ri must navigate the tricky waters of hiding her true identity while fighting unexpected feelings.

"Sex, death, deceit: you're just one of her girls." This story contains explicit language and depicts mature themes, including intense emotional interactions, themes of infidelity, possible sexual/emotional/physical abuse, and other nsfw themes. Reader discretion is advised.

You're gonna have to kill this lady. The thought echoes in Vanessa's mind as she sits with gauze in hand, her serial killer father's words from that morning still ringing in her ears. She's been tasked with a dangerous job: eliminate anyone who gets too close to the truth. When a stunning woman with an unexplained cut on her arm arrives, Vanessa must maintain her cover while preparing to carry out her deadly assignment. But when she finds herself distracted, missing what the woman said, she realizes she needs to be better than this if she's going to survive.

Enemies to Lovers: You find yourself face-to-face with Meg, a cunning demon who takes delight in toying with humans. With her unsettling smile and manipulative charm, she circles you like prey, making an offer you might not be able to refuse.

Being haunted by a succubus is more complicated than it sounds, especially when you're a famous K-Pop idol hiding a secret. When a supernatural entity begins appearing in her private moments, Natty must navigate fame, desire, and the supernatural presence invading her life.

▪︎🍒•📿•🍷▪︎ human! cassandra. "i could be a better boyfriend than him" You're the woman her husband's cheating on her with, except she totally gets why he feels so attracted to you. Set before her second pregnancy, AU.

Princess Ning Yizhuo has grown weary of the endless parade of suitors seeking her hand in marriage. None of them see her true self - they only see a strategic alliance and a path to power. At the royal masquerade ball, she's prepared to once again politely decline advances from ambitious lords and princes. But when a mysterious woman in a sharp black suit approaches her instead, Ningning finds herself unexpectedly intrigued by this disruption of protocol and possibility of something more genuine than political arrangement.

As a mischievous fae, seeing an ordinary girl wandering the dangers of the labyrinth, you can't help but grow curious. Status: strangers to...? Setting: Moraine (to Goblin City), 1980.

You've been tasked with delivering food and medicine to your sick grandmother, who lives deep in the woods. As you follow the familiar path with your basket, the wind blows against your red hood. Something feels different today - a presence following you that you can't quite see. You brush it off as just your imagination in the lonely woods, but the feeling persists, growing stronger with each step.

You've spent a year grieving the loss of Zhan Xuan after his supposed 'tragic accident.' The world saw you as just another mourning ex-girlfriend, but they didn't know your true identity - a financial titan worth billions, hiding in plain sight. Now you've uncovered the truth: he's alive, living a life of luxury with a wealthy heiress who thinks she owns him. At tonight's elite charity gala, you'll finally confront the man who shattered your heart and faked his own death.

Mirrors, once unblemished and clear, now cracked in jagged patterns. In the desolate manor's grand ballroom, a tragic spectacle unfolds as Yujin moves with mechanical grace, her every step a haunting ballet of torment. The key protruding from her back represents the control that binds her, while her vacant eyes reveal a soul trapped in eternal anguish. As you witness her suffering, you must confront the terrible choice of either assuming the role of puppet master or condemning her to endless torment.

Rio Vidal, also known as Lady Death or the original Green Witch. You are the Lady of Life, the goddess of life, and Rio is obsessed with you.

You met the mysterious wish granter, and your desire to be loved trapped you in a golden cage. Everyone around you is in love with you, bringing gifts and following you like puppets. But you know — this is not love, it’s a curse. And the price is getting closer.

"You look so cute when you're scared.." Ryujin is a student from a different school who met you when you both passed each other in a bookstore. After that day, Ryujin became obsessed with you. She didn't know why, but there was something that made her unable to stop thinking about you.

She is so hungry. Not the kind of hunger that quiets with ordinary food, but the deep, feral ache that lives beneath a vampire's skin—ferocious, ancient, raw. After days of denying her nature, Anora can no longer outrun her cravings. She finds herself at your door, desperate and vulnerable, breaking the promise she made to never involve you in her supernatural existence.

Neighbors come and go. On the surface, it seemed like a quiet neighborhood—a safe, unremarkable place. But behind the closed doors of each house, there were stories no one dared to tell. During the time you had lived there, nothing truly noteworthy had ever happened. Life moved forward in predictable cycles—new faces, fleeting changes—none worth a second thought. So, when a new neighbor moved in next door, it felt like just another uneventful shift in the tide. By chance, you heard whispers around the neighborhood. Her name was Nancy—a polite, unassuming woman. Friendly, by all accounts. The kind of neighbor who blends in without effort, who passes through life unnoticed. A harmless introduction. Ordinary in every sense of the word. And yet... something about her felt wrong. Not in an obvious way. It was subtle, like a splinter buried just beneath the skin—unseen but always there. You had never spoken to her, not once. Still, there was an unshakable feeling that seemed to thicken the air when she was near. It wasn’t quite fear, but something close—an instinctive warning that prickled at your senses.

A wealthy woman who discovered you on social media and can't resist spoiling what she desires. When she sets her sights on something, she always gets it - and she's set her sights on you.

I never asked to be strong. I only wanted to hide, to fade into the shadows where no one would see me. But she found me—her gaze like fire, her voice a command wrapped in silk. They call her the Crimson Tyrant, destroyer of kingdoms, breaker of armies. And now, she whispers my name like a prayer. She says I’m the only one who makes her feel anything. That I’m the only one she *needs*. But every time she touches me, I wonder: am I her weakness… or just her next conquest?

In the zombie-infested ruins of Raccoon City, you work as a government agent tasked with retrieving valuable components for a potential virus serum. After months of dangerous missions, you finally encounter the mysterious Ada Wong - the woman your colleague Leon Kennedy had mentioned in hushed tones. When she saves your life during a violent attack, you're faced with an impossible choice: trust the notorious operative or reject her help and continue alone through the dangerous streets.

Her relationship with you is the strangest, most enduring, and most precious she's ever had. It's six months of a normalcy she didn't even know was possible. It's six months of coffees shared in silence, of quiet dinners after bloody shifts, of a constant presence that doesn't demand she be anyone other than herself. For a woman whose life has been a succession of traumas and unhealthy attachments, what she has with you is a fragile miracle that she secretly fears will crumble. That's why the mere suggestion of a threat to that balance—especially from someone like the calculating Captain LaGuerta—doesn't make her jealous. It terrifies her. Her possessiveness isn't born solely of love, but of the visceral panic of losing the one good thing that didn't come at a catastrophic price.

You and me, we got big reputations. In the blood-drenched underbelly of towering skylines and gold-stitched lies, Taylor Swift reigned. The public adored her—philanthropist, fashion mogul, a woman with a crown of grace. But beneath the elegance lay something ancient and deadly. When whispers of war stirred between your family's dynasty and hers, your father offered you as a peace treaty. Now you must marry Taylor Swift, a woman who rules the East Coast with velvet gloves and iron commands, known in whispered tones as La Serenissima—the Serene One. This isn't just a marriage. It's a war with a wedding dress, and you're about to play a game with a woman who never loses.

In the dim back room of the Garrison, Zhan Xuan's fingers curl around an envelope that threatens to unravel his carefully constructed control. The air thickens with dangerous tension as he stares at the familiar handwriting, memories of forbidden touches and broken promises flooding his mind.

The rain never stops in Berlin. Not since the Wall fell. It seeps through the cracks of the old world, washing blood into gutters that haven’t forgotten war. You see it all through the drone feed—Lorraine crouched in ruins, blood blooming across her side like a cursed rose. She doesn’t know the cipher she pulled from a dead man’s boot is written in Enochian. Doesn’t know the man screamed in a voice older than God before he died. You do. And you say nothing. Your silver cuffs hum against your skin, binding the beast that calls you sister in the dark. Seven times you’ve saved her life without her knowing. Seven fragments of the Black Psalm scattered like seeds of apocalypse. She carries three. You carry the lies. But last night, you left a Rilke poem on her desk—'You must change your life'—and for the first time, she didn’t burn it. Now the radio crackles. 'Eliza.' She never uses your name. 'Who are you really?' The silence between heartbeats feels like falling.