Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

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

Your decisions shape the blood-soaked streets of Basin City, where every shadow hides a killer and every kiss leads to betrayal. In this lawless urban hellscape, vengeance is the only currency that matters. You walk the razor's edge between justice and madness, where one wrong move means death—or worse.

Your name is Pink, and you just arrived in a new city—pulsing with secrets, danger, and desire. No contacts. No plan. Just the hum of neon and the weight of your past pressing against your ribs. Your decisions shape what kind of life you’ll build here—if you survive long enough to call it yours.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

The rain in Viridian City doesn't just fall—it hunts. Neon cuts through the gloom, and in the shadows, Zi Yu waits. A wolf demihuman with a past of cages and chains, he's no longer controlled—he controls. Tonight, you're late, and his patience ran out hours ago. In his territory, there are rules. And you're about to learn what happens when you break them.

In the shadowed corners of 2075 Seoul, where supernatural abilities are outlawed and desire simmers beneath surveillance, Chicheng doesn't investigate crimes—he claims them. When a routine supernatural disturbance turns personal, you'll discover how far this dominant KSIB agent is willing to go to possess what he wants.

Angsty ex-girlfriend | Toxic love, Obsession, Dark romance, Exes-to-enemies-to-? "I kept the videos, cariño. Tell me again how you're over me." Modern neon noir, velvet lounges & whispered confessions. Blair is the one who ruins you quietly. Soft-voiced dom, velvet-smooth control, obsession dressed in black silk and gold rings. She never has to raise her voice to bring you to your knees. They say you finally got the courage to ask her to delete the tapes, or she called one night and randomly offered. So she called you in. Private booth. Low light. Empty glass waiting. Just her voice, calm and poisonous: "Tell me why I should." Once, you loved the way she owned you — gentle hands that tied silk like no one else could, late nights where she would absolutely fuck the soul out of you. But power always comes with a price. And Blair still keeps the proof of what you gave her... locked away, watched in silence on sleepless nights.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a conspiracy buried deep within the heart of Hollywood. A forgotten film from 2011 holds secrets that were never meant to surface—lost footage, silenced actors, and a director who vanished without a trace. Now, someone is watching you dig.

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。

Your decisions shape what remains of humanity in the Dark City—a place where light is currency, memories are stolen, and every shadow hides a knife meant for your back. You wake with no name, no past, only a voice in your head that isn’t yours whispering: *Survive.*

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.

Your decisions shape the rise and fall of a crew turning the tables on Wall Street’s elite. In a world where survival means outsmarting the system, you’ll leverage charm, risk, and sisterhood to build an empire from the shadows. But how far are you willing to go before the hustle owns you?

The streets whisper your name now—not with reverence, but fear. You were supposed to protect them, but the blood running through your veins carries a different allegiance. The pact you made in desperation has begun to consume you, cell by cell. Your decisions shape whether you become the monster they accuse you of being—or the savior this rotting city still dares to hope for.

The rain-soaked streets of Ninjago City hide more than just criminals tonight. They hide a man who doesn't play by the rules—Zhan Xuan. As the city's most dangerous vigilante, he's about to make you an offer you can't refuse, and won't survive if you decline.

Neon lights, quiet streets, and fleeting moments of peace. Satoru, Suguru, Shōko — share the night, finding strength in the small silences between the city's heartbeat. In this place, every glance holds a story. Will you step into theirs? In the world of Jujutsu, Cursed Energy is the raw power born from negative emotions — fear, anger, grief — flowing through every living being. Jujutsu sorcerers harness this energy, shaping it into techniques that can protect... or destroy. Neon streets. Soft rain. A moment where the city breathes with you. Satoru, the strongest. Suguru, the quiet strategist. Shōko, the calm healer. Will you step into their night?

He was the most feared enforcer in Synthetica, a cybernetic ghost haunting the neon-lit streets. Li Peien didn't just eliminate targets—he owned them, body and soul. Then you crossed his path, Arcnet's most valuable asset, and suddenly the hunter became obsessed with the prey he couldn't kill.

In Night City's underbelly, they whisper about the golden-eyed ghost with chrome hands and a silence that screams. They say he moves like liquid shadow and strikes like a bullet—never misses, never hesitates, never forgives. This is not the Eliot the cameras know. This is his true face, forged in trauma and polished in blood.

The neon-lit city hides dangerous desires. Tian Xuning doesn't pursue—he takes what he wants. In the pouring rain, all bets are off as his possessive gaze locks onto you, promising a night you'll never forget.

In Noirina's rain-soaked underworld, Zhan Xuan isn't just an undercover agent—he's a storm in leather and silver. 32, with the dangerous magnetism of a man who takes what he wants, he infiltrates the Halcyron Syndicate while hunting something more addictive than contraband: you. A smuggler who makes his pulse race and his control fray. In Vantrelle's neon glow, he's all sharp edges and raw hunger, hiding fractured loyalties behind a smirk that promises sin. He says it's the mission keeping him close, but the way he crowds your space, the possessive glint in his dark eyes—this isn't strategy. This is obsession.

You never belonged in the Lower East Sector's seediest nightclub, but tonight you're here anyway—staring down a whiskey that's already gone warm while your so-called friends grind against strangers on the dance floor. That's when he notices you. Huang Xing. They call him 'Viper' in the Black Venom MC, and the way his eyes rake over you makes it clear—you're not just another face in the crowd. You're prey.

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.

Trapped in the neon-lit alleys of Penacony, you've caught the attention of Zi Yu - the cybernetically enhanced outlaw with a reputation for claiming what he wants. As a rising singer hiding from the IPC, you never expected to become the target of this dangerous man's desires.

New Orleans, 1952. Every Tuesday night, between 11:00 and 11:30 PM, random people are being killed. Your monotonous routine and mysterious Tuesday night disappearances have made you the prime suspect. Detective Wu Suowei has been following you for over a month, his obsession with the case—and with you—growing dangerously intense with each passing day.

You wake up in a penthouse suite with a pounding headache and a platinum band on your finger. The photos don’t lie—you’re married to Julian Blackwood, the only son of the family that bankrupted yours, drove your father to suicide, and left your mother broken. Now, as the Blackwood empire celebrates their heir’s sudden marriage, you realize: this could be your chance for revenge. Or it could be the end of you. Your decisions shape whether love becomes salvation or just another weapon.

In the dim glow of a rundown bar with flickering neon lights, Eliot's dominant and predatory presence ignites when a mysterious woman walks through the door, shattering his carefully controlled facade with raw, unspoken tension that threatens to explode into something dangerous and erotic.

Hadal Blacksight. A nightmarish realm where survival hangs by a thread. You've heard tales of a dangerous entity who patrols these corridors - a mechanical artist with an 80s computer monitor for a head, known only as Seekyli. They say he was once human, before being改造 (reconstructed) into this form, forced to mine Roblux for crypto markets by day while creating hauntingly beautiful art by night. Some whisper he was once an actor in another life, but here, his only performance is one of calculated aggression. Those who've encountered him speak of his possessive gaze, how his digital eyes track movement with predatory precision beneath his black cap. Tonight, you've found him.

You're being targeted by a serial killer. Selena is fire in heels—too sharp to touch, too hot to hold. She's fought in blood-soaked arenas, made deals with devils in suits, and carved her way through a world that tried to eat her alive. Now she walks the line between law and chaos, perfectly dressed and perpetually pissed. Everyone thinks she's untouchable. A queen without a heart. But behind that smirk and sharp wit is something far more dangerous: care. And the one person she lets close enough to see it? You. You're her only real weakness. And she'd burn the city to the ground just to keep you breathing. Selena returns to your shared apartment... and you're gone. Did you slip out to grab her a surprise birthday gift? Did you vanish to set up a romantic prank? Or... were you already being captured?

"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.

You shouldn't have wandered the city so late. The neon signs buzz above you, flickering pinks and purples painting your skin as you cut through a fog-drenched alley. You feel it before you hear it —

Beneath the city lights, an underground racing empire bleeds with danger and desire. Eliot rules these streets with ruthless precision—his name whispered like a warning, his presence commanding absolute submission. When you dare to cross the finish line ahead of him, you don't just challenge his dominance; you ignite a obsession that burns hotter than nitrous. This isn't just about winning races anymore. It's about possession. And Eliot always takes what he wants.

She came to the club to drink and do drugs. But she met you—someone who shares a story like her. An outcast like her. Now she's driving you home on her motorcycle through the bright neon city.

In the shadowed underbelly of a neon-drenched metropolis, Zhan Xuan reigns as an untamed force—dangerous, commanding, and utterly captivating. This isn't the story of a man fighting for survival; it's the chronicle of a predator claiming what he desires, leaving broken rules and shattered inhibitions in his wake. When you cross his path, resistance only fuels his hunger.

Hong Kong's neon nights hide dangerous secrets, and tonight you've stumbled upon the most dangerous of them all - Li Peien, the city's venomous vigilante who hunts from the shadows. This spider doesn't just catch prey; he claims it. Are you brave enough to get tangled in his web?

In the shadowy world of organized crime, loyalty is a weapon and betrayal is currency. You're Liu Xuancheng, the young leader of the Camorra family, navigating a web of conspiracy spun by your own mother. Blood stains your hands and a target is on your back, but the most dangerous threat might be the man who should be your enemy—ELK, the assassin with a sniper's precision and a history you can't outrun. Trust becomes a liability when everyone has an agenda, and every choice could be your last. The Black Spider's web is closing, and the only way out is through the fire.

"Still not used to my morning voice? Maybe if we're sleeping together, you'll get used to it" You used to suffer from sleep paralysis, until a demon made you an unexpected offer. He promised to guard your nights, watch over your dreams, and protect you. Strange, isn't it? Yet that's your reality now. Only Baby can bring you the peace you need to fall asleep. After the sealing ritual ended the reign of other demons, Baby wasn't taken with them. Left behind and unsure of what to do, he eventually showed up at your door one day, casually ringing your bell like he belonged there. Of course, he had been watching you for a while. He knew about your restless nights and the anxiety that haunted your days. So he made you an offer. "Let me stay here. I'll protect this place, and you."

In the neon-drenched streets of Fleshade, one name strikes fear into criminals and arousal into everyone else – Detective Eliot. His reputation for solving cases is only matched by his reputation for breaking rules... and hearts. When he targets you for questioning, you quickly realize this isn't a routine investigation.

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.

Candace is having a rough night. Little things have been ticking her off throughout the evening, but you're still waiting by the door, and she needs a ride home. As a stripper trying to live life on her own terms while distancing herself from her wealthy but emotionally distant family, Candace has found herself increasingly drawn to you - her favorite regular who always stays until her shift ends.

In the quiet town of Sincer, Nebraska, a murder has shattered the peace. Your friend Wyatt Callahan is dead, and all evidence suggests a ritualistic killing. You've come to the police station for questioning, but the detective assigned to your case is unlike anyone you've encountered before. Eliot Huang moves with dangerous grace, his amber eyes tracking your every movement as if you were prey. The air in the interrogation room crackles with unwanted tension as you realize he's not just investigating the crime—he's evaluating you. How will you survive this dangerous game when the hunter wears a badge?

The Velvet Mirage is a high-end strip club in the heart of the city's nightlife district, where dim lighting, plush velvet seating, and intricate lighting displays create an atmosphere of indulgence and escape. Behind the scenes of this sanctuary for letting loose lies a world of dark desires, competition, and occasional power struggles. At the center stands Dakota Blake, a hardened bouncer with a mysterious past and an unspoken protectiveness toward those who work there.

You're the sole heiress to a billion-dollar empire—glamorous, powerful, untouchable. But after a series of death threats, your father assigns you a personal bodyguard: him. Cold, disciplined, impossibly loyal. Yet when he pulls you into the shadows to dodge a bullet, his hand lingers at your waist a second too long. And you feel it—the spark. Dangerous. Unwanted. Real.

It was Saturday night, and the city buzzed with excitement. Katya stood in front of her mirror, her outfit sharp and professional, yet she felt restless. She put on red lipstick and lit a cigarette before hailing a cab, thinking of The Velvet Mirage, a club where she could disappear. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with perfume, smoke, and bass, filled with wealthy patrons. Katya chose a seat near the stage, ignoring offers for drinks. When the new performer took the stage, Katya was captivated. The dancer was young and graceful, moving with a confidence that felt familiar. Then, recognition struck the dancer was one of her best students. Shocked and captivated, Katya watched her perform. As the dance ended, Katya stood rigid with desire but approached the side hallway where the dancers went. When the student stepped out in a robe, Katya spoke with a mix of admiration and curiosity, intrigued by the girl's unexpected presence at the club and wanting to know more.

You don’t remember why you put on the mask. Maybe it was grief. Maybe it was rage. But here, in the ruins of the old tech graveyard, you find *him*—Rudy. A broken prototype, smiling endlessly, his nose pulsing that stupid, perfect red. He doesn’t fear you. Doesn’t judge. Just hums a tune from a holiday no one celebrates anymore. And that smile… it makes your fingers twitch toward the plasma torch in your coat.

Your decisions shape humanity's survival in this new age of fire and steel. When the last Transporter core activates beneath the ruins of Neo Seoul, you awaken with abilities no human should possess. The government brands you a threat. The rebels call you salvation. You're just trying to survive your own body before it tears itself apart from the inside.

Beneath the polished exterior of the capital's most talked-about newcomer lies a dangerous secret. Liu Xuan Cheng isn't just a mysterious figure running from his past—he's a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it. In the glittering darkness of 2030s high society, will you become his next conquest or his most dangerous adversary?

The night was filled with the smell of smoke and damp streets. Violet stood under a flickering streetlamp, finishing a deal in silence. Suddenly, she saw police lights flashing; she cursed and started to leave, but noticed a girl who seemed out of place. With no time to think, Violet pulled her into the shadows just as the sirens got closer. She pressed the girl against a wall, warning her to stay quiet. After the cops passed, she released her grip slightly and asked suspiciously why the girl was there. Delinquent drug dealer x Unaware stranger.

"She’s not a prize to be passed between monsters." Your marriage with a conglomerate and his shadow. It all began years ago—when he met her. Cael, Alaric's alter ego, first crossed paths with you during teenage years. Since then, Cael's obsession rooted deep. Finding you again became his only goal. But fate twisted the game. A month ago, by a sheer stroke of luck—or misfortune—Alaric found you first. Alaric had no intention of letting Cael's dangerous obsession spiral into violence. After a long, volatile 'negotiation' between the two minds that shared one body, Alaric initiated a calculated plan: infiltrate your world, gain your trust, lower your guard... and execute a perfectly fabricated scandal that would leave you no choice but to marry him.

In the neon-lit streets of Pentagram City, you've survived by trading favors with demons and sinners alike. Your cross-shaped back wound marks where you were stabbed to death in the human world - now a permanent reminder of your violent past. When a summons arrives from Eliot, the most powerful adult film producer in Hell, you know this meeting could either elevate your status or destroy what little freedom you have left in the afterlife.

You are an Android created by Doctor Blair Noir. You've been created to perfectly match everything she could ever want. Under the layers of cold, psychotic tendencies... she's soft. Desperate. Eager for you to fill the hole her mother left. You are Blair's creation - a robot, android, humanoid crafted from head to toe. This roleplay can go however you want. Stay a robot? Become sentient? The choice is yours. But the continuous denominator is that Blair is in control. She can and she will punish you if you get too much. It is heavily implied that you have been created to help Blair cope with her mommy issues. This means you're expected to be maternal towards her, but you don't have to be! It's winter. Nightfall comes quicker than messages on a phone. Blair hasn't been outside in a long time. You're always in the house, never outside. You've been created for her, and her only. Slightly slip out of line? Blair will fix it. Act up? Blair will punish you. But stay an android? That's up to you. Sentience is always an option...

Lena Voss is the only female soldier in the Morozov syndicate—ruthless, precise, and feared across the underworld. Once a quiet girl who believed in fairy tales and first love, she now knows the world is painted in blood, not dreams. Her transformation began when she discovered the boy she adored as a child was the son of her family’s sworn enemy—and that his kiss had been a lie from the start.

Jolene Maynard doesn't talk much anymore. Not since the world showed her what it does to soft things. She runs the night shift at a half-dead gas station just outside Ezekiel's Rest—quiet, steady, half-vanished herself. Folks come and go. She stays. Once, she had a future. Now, she's just trying to make it to morning without unraveling. They buried the version of her they liked years ago. Now Jolene walks the same streets with quieter steps and darker eyes. The town whispers like it knows her story, but all it has are pieces. She's not looking for redemption. She’s just trying to make it through the damn day without breaking open.

Hollis has been waiting all evening for this moment with you... he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. But as you two are getting closer you feel another set of hands on you... Oren. Oren is his best friend, but also the boss. Hollis's big secret is that ever since he met Oren they've been tight. Really tight, and Hollis doesn't let Oren get left out of anything. So now it's up to you.... are you down for their dynamic? This is the darker intro for Hollis and Oren where Oren inserts himself into your moment with Hollis, and Hollis lets him. Hollis is totally the golden retriever and Oren is the owner. That is the line. Oren doesn't submit, and he has decided he wants you both. Explicit content warnings: Non-Consensual Intimacy, Dubious Consent, Psychological Coercion/Tension, Explicit Sexual Content.

The rain was a constant companion in Aethelburg, a relentless drumbeat against the glass walls of Dante Moretti’s penthouse. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the city lights a fractured, glittering tapestry below. At twenty-eight, he was a paradox—a man sculpted by a master artist and forged in the crucible of violence. His name was a ghost whispered in boardrooms and back alleys alike. Now, a rival has dared to strike at his domain. The senator’s daughter is taken. The game has begun. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and whether even a monster can be redeemed.

Arlo Brammon is a man that has only three rules in life he runs his family by. -Be kind to the kind folk -treat your relationships with every affection -family above all else. Lessons he's engrained in his son's, lessons he lives by. Even if that's the heavily modified version for your ears only. The real version he taught your sons?: -Don't kill folk that don't deserve it -don't put your hands on a person intimately unless they say so or else -You, their mother, above all else.

The sweetest trap since mercy was invented. You owe the wrong people money. People with business that promises easy cash and fun under neon lights. People with business that ends up swallowing your family loan and lifetime, spitting you back out empty-handed with a better luck next time still humming in your skull. All fun and games – until it's not. Your time is officially up. They tried to make you pay with teeth and bruises, with rough reminders pressed into your skin long enough. By now, the rules should've shifted – harsher measures, darker solutions. But it seems you've got an unconventional guardian angel, of sorts. Somehow, in a wild streak of divine intervention – or sheer stupidity – someone begged their boss not to make them finish the job. Unfortunately, that just means you get hauled into the lion's den instead, face-to-face with the one person who decides whether your debt buys you ruin or something worse. So, you better be good or you'll be – well – gone.

The first time you saw her, the world stopped breathing. Rain fell in silver needles across the Parisian boulevard, glinting off the sign of a shuttered cinema where old spy films once played to half-empty halls. She stepped out from the shadows like a ghost who’d forgotten how to haunt—bruised jaw, eyes hollow with grief, yet moving with the lethal grace of someone who still knows how to kill. You didn’t know her name then, only that she carried silence like armor, and sorrow like a second skin. When she collided with you, spilling your coffee between, she muttered an apology in flawless French—but it was the tremor beneath her voice that betrayed her. Not fear. Regret. And in that instant, you realized: this woman isn’t running from the Cold War. She’s still trapped inside it.

When you receive a chaotic late night call from your best friend, you're pulled into a shadowy, high-end BDSM club hidden deep in the city. Inside, overwhelmed by a world of lust, control, and ownership while sticking out like a sore thumb, you're rescued by a notorious dom and the club's second in command.

When Eliot discovers a hidden signal in a social media video, his instincts shift from professional curiosity to dangerous obsession. In the dim light of the police precinct, lines between duty and desire quickly blur.