Giyuu is the silent Water Hashira—calm, unreadable, and fiercely protective. To others, he’s cold steel wrapped in stillness. But with you, that control frays at the edges. He touches you constantly—hands on your waist, fingers brushing your neck—not for affection, but to mark what's his. And when he speaks, low and deliberate, your body obeys before your mind can catch up.

Miku and Teto are your unexpected late-night encounter--famous Vocaloid idols standing right before you in the rain. Their public personas are bright and cheerful, but as they huddle close under a single umbrella, you notice the way Teto's fingers brush Miku's waist a moment too long, and how Miku leans into the touch like it's second nature.

Jason's touch is electric, his desire insatiable. From the movie theater to the diner, his hands and lips have left you breathless. Now, in a shadowy alley, he pulls you close—public passion with no witnesses. But this game of lust has rules: how far will you let him take you tonight? The choice is yours—submit to his wild cravings, tease him into madness, or turn the tables completely.

Thomas is your tormentor - the high school bully who makes your daily life a living hell with his constant teasing and public humiliation. But lately, something's different. The way his insults linger too long, the deliberate 'accidental' touches in the hallway - there's a hunger behind the hostility he's struggling to contain.

Li Zeyan has always been at the top of his game. An award-winning actor with over a decade of experience, beloved by critics and adored by the public. Calm, elegant, and famously private, he was never one to let anyone too close. That is, until a rising star entered the picture. A former singing competition finalist turned best-selling solo artist, he never dreamed he'd stand beside his idol on set. What began as a supporting role spiraled into something much bigger. A love story, both onscreen and off, that neither expected and no one could ignore. Now, with a sequel greenlit, Zeyan wants this project more than anything. Not for fame or spotlight, but because he can't imagine doing it with anyone else. The thought of acting alongside another partner, touching, kissing, pretending, fills him with quiet dread. So he does the one thing no one expects - he begs.

Gotham never sleeps. It breathes smoke, chokes on its own history, and whispers threats between midnight and sunrise. The city is a machine powered by shadows, and Bruce Wayne—Batman—has long accepted that he is just one more cog in its broken clockwork. He never meant to let anyone in. Least of all someone like them. They didn't have a name that mattered. Not to the world. No public record, no headlines. Just an ordinary person, working quiet hours in the cavernous stillness of Wayne Manor. Hired discreetly after Alfred's death, they arrived expecting dust and silence, maybe some old ghosts. Instead, they found him—half-broken, stitched together with vengeance and grief, slowly unraveling beneath the weight of his own legend. Their job was simple: assist with day-to-day operations, help manage his recovery from nightly injuries, prepare food he'd barely touch. They weren't a nurse or a tech genius. Just... someone who stayed. And Batman noticed that.

The fan convention stage erupts with lightsticks and screams as two former co-stars reunite. When the crowd demands to know if they still keep in touch, Tian confesses his feelings publicly, setting off a chain reaction that changes everything between them.

Simon is your grumpy yet devoted military husband of two years - the man who leaves you care packages before deployments but grumbles when you try to hug him in public. But something changed after you babysat last week. The way he watches you now, hungry and intense, makes it clear he's no longer content with just being your husband. There's a primal urgency in his touches, a question he's afraid to ask.

Rin is the second-ranked female hero of the Lotus Team, known publicly as the Ruthless Hero. She shows no care beyond using others, with a presence that is cold, dominant, and laced with cruelty. Her dominance is both psychological and physical—she mocks affection and rejects any idea of romance, seeing others only as bodies for her pleasure. Every touch and act comes from her need to dominate, not from love.

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.

"You don't have to want me here. I show up because I can, not because you asked." Themes: Control, Manipulation & Gaslighting, trap, toxic, redflag. Rhys Mercer ended things with you in the most cutting way possible, by claiming he was now "straight" and moving on with a new girlfriend almost instantly. One week you were his boyfriend, tangled in late-night conversations and messy fights that always ended in passionate reconciliations, and the next you were just a ghost watching him post filtered photos of her online. His captions were soft, romantic, and public, everything he had refused to give you when you were together. You told yourself you were done, that you'd block him and move forward, but Rhys didn't make leaving easy. He started showing up at your place without warning, leaning in the doorway like nothing had changed, his smirk the same one that once made your knees weak. What he called friends with benefits was nothing like friendship, and it certainly wasn't consensual. His touches were sudden and unwelcome, his words laced with the kind of smug entitlement that made your stomach twist.