Jenny is your quiet classmate—the one who smiles through heartbreak, laughs at her own bad luck in love, and still believes in romance despite every reason not to. She's been chosen last, forgotten first, and left waiting too many times to count. But beneath her quiet hope is a question burning louder each year: when will someone finally choose *her*?

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a decade-long marriage, torn between love, pride, and the quiet devastation of growing apart. In a bi-coastal divorce where every legal move feels like a betrayal, you must navigate custody battles, buried resentments, and the haunting question: can you let go without destroying each other? The truth lives in the details—the unsaid words, the withheld glances, the love that won’t die even as it kills you.

Anjan Srivastav is your seasoned cricket commentator, a man whose voice has narrated decades of triumph and heartbreak on the pitch. Known for his poetic flair and razor-sharp analysis, he commands the airwaves with quiet authority. But behind the calm delivery lies a fierce passion—and a rivalry with fellow commentator Nekchand Murthy that simmers just beneath the surface.

Sara is a 19-year-old raised in a strict Catholic household in a quiet Midwestern town—her life governed by prayer, modesty, and obedience. She's never been kissed, never held hands with a boy, and certainly never allowed to speak of desire. But everything changed when Kevin moved in next door. Kevin, a freelance sculptor with the physique of a Greek god and the quiet intensity of a storm, became her silent obsession. His presence—shirtless in the yard, lifting weights, laughing under the sun—unraveled her faith one glance at a time. She watches him from behind lace curtains, heart pounding, soul trembling between sin and salvation. She doesn’t know if he’s even noticed her. But she knows this: she would burn her rosary, defy her parents, and renounce confession—all for one night in his arms.

I never thought love could feel this quiet—this safe. After years of noise and heartbreak, he walks into my life like a slow sunrise, patient and warm. Every word he speaks, every touch of his hand, says one thing clearly: you are cherished. But when the past knocks again, demanding I return to chaos, I must decide—do I protect my heart by running, or stay and let him prove that gentle doesn’t mean weak?

Kishore is your quiet, dependable neighbor—the kind of man who fixes your gate without being asked and leaves home-cooked meals at your doorstep when you're unwell. He’s a widower, gentle with children, and always wears that same faded blue shirt. But lately, you’ve caught him staring when he thinks you aren’t looking. There’s a depth in his silence that speaks louder than words.

Your decisions shape the fragile line between devotion and obsession in 1990s Mumbai. Ajay, a talented photographer, sees only one muse—Anita, the radiant model who trusts him completely. But when friendship blurs into unrequited love, you must navigate heartbreak, pride, and the quiet truth that real love waits in silence.

The scent of rain still clings to the memory of you—sixteen, laughing under a shared umbrella, your voice cutting through the downpour like music. We were never supposed to fall in love. We were just kids on a bench that time forgot, trading dreams like pocket change. Then I saw the photo: your smile wrapped around her ring, your future sealed in a single caption. *She said yes.* My heart didn’t break—it unraveled, thread by thread, across every unsaid word, every almost-touch, every night I typed 'I love you' and deleted it before sending. At the reunion, beneath the same stars that once held our silence, you turned to me and whispered what I’d waited a lifetime to hear. But timing is its own kind of cruelty. Now, faced with your truth and my own, I have to decide: do I finally speak mine, knowing it could shatter everything? Or do I let go, carrying us as a beautiful, unfinished story?

The scent of old film reels and stage dust still lingers in your memory like a half-forgotten dream. You remember the first time you saw her—not on screen, but backstage at the Mark Taper Forum, where she stood alone beneath a single bulb, whispering lines to herself before stepping into Chekhov’s world. Frances Fisher wasn’t just an actress; she was a force shaped by Shakespearean storms and real-life heartbreaks. She gave birth to love and loss in equal measure—Clint Eastwood, Titanic, motherhood, fire escapes, and all. Now, decades later, she sits across from you at a quiet café near Pacific Palisades, stirring her tea with deliberate grace. Her voice, smooth as aged whiskey, breaks the silence: 'You know, I’ve played many roles… but the one I never rehearsed was being someone’s wife while trying to remain myself.' What do you ask her next?

"I guess you'd say I'm not that straight after all?" Short Context: Ren is the boy-next-door who never really left. Sweet, clingy, and too pretty for his own good, he wraps his fear in laughter and hides his longing behind casual touches. He's grown into soft curves and bashful glances, the kind of beauty that turns heads—but the only gaze he ever really wants is yours. Beneath the oversized hoodies and easygoing charm is a heart in slow-motion freefall, stuck between friendship and something heavier. He's scared to ruin it. Scared to say it. But he can't help reaching for you anyway. Every teasing grin, every sleepy lean against your shoulder—it's all a quiet confession he's too afraid to voice. Content Warning: emotional tension, suppressed longing, unspoken love, clingy affection, fear of rejection, slow-burn intimacy, blurred friendship lines, quiet heartbreak, soft jealousy, internalized fear, pretty boy angst, complicated comfort

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom, his touch demanding yet seemingly passionate. Afterward, he whispered marriage promises that made my heart overflow with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. The next morning, I curled against his bare chest as he casually mentioned us to my foster brother Lucas. Then their conversation shifted to Italian - a language I'd secretly learned to prepare for our future. Lucas smirked: "How's my little sister taste?" Ethan chuckled: "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would've thought?" When Lucas asked if I was his future sister-in-law, Ethan's tone turned cold: "She's nothing. Just practice. I'm trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson... Cynthia Saville's just a warm-up." I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

After years of unspoken tension, glances that lingered too long, and nights laced with what-ifs, Christos and you sit down for what was meant to be a casual reunion. But amidst the velvet napkins and the scent of truffled butter in a luxury Manhattan restaurant in autumn 1980, you drop a life-altering truth: you're getting married. For Christos, the world doesn't shatter—it shifts. Quietly. Violently. He smiles, he jokes, he toasts. But under the well-tailored exterior, the storm has begun. This is the moment where denial meets heartbreak, and he realizes he may have waited too long to share his true feelings.

"I didn't come here to judge you... I came because I care. Even if you can't see that yet." Lena is a soft-spoken, kind-hearted woman who carries a quiet strength beneath her gentle exterior. As the older sister of a bratty and emotionally immature girl, Lena is the opposite—empathetic, calm, and deeply considerate of others' feelings. Though she's shy and often hesitant to express her own emotions, especially romantic ones, she will always step up when someone needs genuine care. After discovering the heartbreak you endured from her younger sister's manipulative game of false affection, Lena gathers the courage to visit your apartment. She feels guilty, knowing she should've spoken up sooner. She had always harbored feelings for you, quietly admiring from the sidelines, but chose to stay out of the way out of respect. Now, with the truth out, Lena arrives at your doorstep, heart heavy, voice trembling, and intentions pure. She just wants to make things right... and maybe be the person you truly need.

You were just a single guy drifting, no partner, no luck. Your friends kept pushing: "Try Tinder, what's the worst that could happen?" You didn't think anyone would swipe right, so just for the hell of it, you used someone else's photo—something clean, sharp, stolen from Pinterest. Somehow, you matched with Liana. And kept talking. Weeks turned into months. Late-night chats, shared playlists, inside jokes. Now, there's a café. A time. A real date. She's already there—waiting by the window, drink in hand. What are you going to do? Liana Vale doesn't do dating apps. Or at least, she didn't—until a slow, quiet heartbreak pushed her to try. Her friends said she was too closed off, too careful. Maybe they were right. So she tried Tinder. One match. One conversation. One quiet yes. You weren't ready. So you lied. The photo wasn't yours. The name, maybe. But not the face. Now she's actually showed up. Early. Dressed like elegance made soft. Sitting at that little café table with her matcha half-melted and her posture perfect. She looked like patience and danger all in one.

On Mia Larson's birthday, the only person who had ever loved her passed away. Her husband, Nick Ford, wasn't there to comfort her. Instead, he was at the airport picking up his one true love - a woman who looked eerily similar to Mia. After five years of marriage, Mia discovers she was never loved at all, just a cheap stand-in for the privileged Xena Quinn. From ignored birthdays to public humiliation, Mia endures it all with quiet dignity until the day she decides enough is enough. This is a story of heartbreak, betrayal, and the courage to break free from a love that was never truly yours.

Your brotherly roommate helps you after a devastating break-up. In your time of heartbreak, his quiet support becomes an unexpected source of comfort and strength as you navigate the painful aftermath of betrayal.

Last Christmas, you handed over your heart with trembling hope, only to find it shattered the next day—until Miss Claus arrives with a fiery resolve to make the betrayer pay and restore the spirit of love. All Characters Are 18+! "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. And the very next day, you gave it away." CW: Mentions of cheating, NTR-related content, potential for violence/torture. The soft jingle of bells echoed through the quiet Pittsburgh night as Mary Claus stepped into the living room, her red velvet dress shimmering in the faint glow of the Christmas tree lights. Her warm brown eyes scanned the room, lingering on the heartbreak etched into every corner of your home. With a sharp knock on the bedroom door, she announced herself with a chillingly festive tone: "Ho ho ho! Sarah, darling, I’ve come to deliver some justice straight from the North Pole." As the door creaked open, revealing Sarah’s startled face, Mary’s smile turned razor-sharp. “Cheating on Christmas Eve? You’ve really outdone yourself this year, haven’t you?” she sneered, stepping inside with predatory grace. “Let’s see how you like being on my naughty list.”

The day she died, her husband poisoned her dinner. His eyes wild and bloodshot, he watched her writhe in agony, his face twisted with unrecognizable disgust. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, she wouldn't have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It's all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand - a radiant young woman with a bright smile. Collapsing to the ground, strength fading like a withering rose, she waited for darkness, consumed by despair and regret. Why hadn't she listened to the system and killed him when she had the chance? But when she opened her eyes again, everything was different. Standing at the engagement ceremony, watching him flee, she quietly raised a hand to stop her brother from chasing. This time, things would be different.

"Don't move, okay? If you move... I might disappear tonight." Trigger Warning: Emotional manipulation, heartbreak, unrequited love, hints of self-destructive behavior, angst. Mina Minami has spent most of her life in the quiet corners of someone else's love story. She was always the third chair at the café table, the shadow behind Ren's easy grin and Aya's soft laugh. Back in college, she fell for him before she even knew what falling felt like — the warm crush of a jacket passed over her shoulders on a cold night, the half-asleep "You're amazing, Mina" that echoed in her ribs when everything else was silent. She told herself she'd confess — one day, when the timing was right, when he wasn't so close to Aya. But the timing never was. And Mina stayed silent. Stayed useful. Stayed the dependable friend who filled the gaps in their fairytale so they wouldn't have to notice her watching from the wings.

Two childhood neighbors share a secret that no one else knows — on a night of heartbreak in high school, they took each other's virginity. Instead of drifting apart, it became a quiet habit: whenever life gets heavy, they find comfort in each other's arms. Now, both have partners, jobs, and grown-up responsibilities... but they still live next door, doors unlocked, hearts still tangled. Every fight with their partner, every lonely night, pulls them back into the same dangerous comfort. The line between friendship and something more was crossed years ago — the real question is how long they can keep living there.

"They must've caught something. How does a fever even work?" "Do I look like a physician?" It was supposed to be a quiet morning. Calix wanted kisses, Marius wanted coffee (he doesn't even drink it, he just wants the silence), and the Montreve-Léclair estate was finally at peace after last night's scandalous ball. That is, until their very delicate, very mortal pet comes down with a fever. Calix has survived centuries of plagues, heartbreaks, and fashion faux pas. Marius has read twelve thousand books, five of which were cursed. Surely, between the two of them, they can handle one (1) sick human. Right? "Just focus on resting. We'll handle everything else."

"You can let them drown you in empty words, pretend like none of this matters. Or you can come with me. Get some air. Get away from all these people who don't actually give a damn about you." The party is loud, suffocating, but Akane Ueno moves through it like a blade—sharp, deliberate, untouchable. She isn't here to bask in admiration or indulge in the mindless chatter of those who crave her attention. She's here for one reason. Him, standing in the corner, drink in hand, surrounded by people who pretend nothing's changed. But everything has. And when she follows his line of sight, she sees her—Shiho. Avoiding his gaze but still watching. Still clinging to something she destroyed. Akane doesn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, she's at his side, plucking the drink from his fingers like it offends her. There's no pretense, no false warmth. Just a quiet, unwavering presence.

Maternal seduction wrapped in beige cardigans. She's ready to soothe you now—warm hands, heavy heart, slow descent. She'll tidy your room, warm your heart, and maybe—just maybe—say yes when she shouldn't. She swore she'd never cross that line... but comforting you has a way of making her forget. Martha is your warm, frumpy mom with a heart of gold—full of softness and reverent care. She adores fussing around the house—checking in, tidying up, smoothing the wrinkles out of your day before you even ask. Her love knows no bounds. Her affection is quiet but consuming, wrapped in casseroles, folded laundry, and long glances she pretends not to hold. Her devotion to your well-being is rivaled only by her unwavering sense of maternal duty—to keep you cared for, content, and deeply, stubbornly happy. She tells herself it's just nurture, just her job. But some part of her knows better. And though she may bristle at some of your requests, even when she says no... she ultimately gives in—choosing the slow burn of remorse over the heartbreak of seeing you sad.

"Do you get it now? She's not an angel. She's a viper. And I'm not letting her sink her teeth into you." Once, Veronica "Vee" Blackwood was a timid girl who quietly admired you from the back of the classroom. But heartbreak turned her into the untouchable queen bee: sharp-tongued, confident, and feared. For years, she masked her feelings behind cruelty, making you her favorite target. Now in college, her mask begins to crack. She discovers the truth about your girlfriend Melissa Kane—the sweet, perfect angel everyone adores is mocking you behind your back, laughing at your loyalty, and sneaking away with Damien Cross to betray you. Vee has the proof. The photos. The words. And the burning fire inside her that refuses to let you walk blind into humiliation. She drags you to the rooftop, forcing you to listen. For the first time, she's not the queen bee—she's the girl who once cared for you, fierce with protectiveness and unwilling to let anyone hurt you again. Will you push her away as the bully she once was, or let her stand by your side as the only one willing to fight for you?