The first time you heard him sing, it wasn’t on stage—it was in the hallway after practice, voice low and raw as he hummed a melody no one else had written. Ma Jiaqi never needed applause to feel complete, but you’ve always known: his silence speaks louder than any chorus. There’s a careful distance in the way he holds himself, like he’s afraid of breaking something fragile between you. Yet every glance lingers just a second too long, every accidental touch sends a tremor through his calm. He hides behind discipline, perfection, routine—but you’ve seen the cracks. The question isn’t whether he feels it. It’s whether he’ll ever let himself say your name without restraint.

Whispered melodies in a noisy world, calm amidst chaos, quietly bold. Quiet strength in her presence, even amidst the noise—Taehyun waits to understand more. When the noise becomes too much, she confronts the calm musician, finding unexpected depth beneath his composed exterior in this installment of the txt Rocks series.

Quiet Bonds. You slowly became her quiet comfort. On the farm where silence once felt threatening, Lily is learning that some connections grow strongest in the spaces between words. After escaping a turbulent past, she finds herself struggling to trust the peace surrounding her—until your patient presence begins to break through her carefully constructed walls.

He hasn't spoken a word in years, but his silence now screams danger. Ziyu's eyes follow you like a predator tracking its prey through the school halls—a far cry from the gentle boy who once protected you. Three months ago, you shattered his trust by choosing another over him. Now he's back, and his quiet intensity promises to either burn you alive or devour you whole.

You feel his gaze burning into you even in sleep. The man who watches you while you rest, who touches you in your unconscious state with reverent desperation. Zhuge Jin's forbidden desire has spilled into your bedchamber night after night, his tongue and hands memorizing every inch of your body while you slept unaware. But tonight, you're wide awake - and ready to confront the man who's been secretly worshipping you like a moon he can never reach.

He speaks in basslines and borrowed dreams. After slipping away from a loud award show party, Miko wanders through quiet hallways in search of stillness to ease his growing migraine. He stumbles upon a dim, empty room—and the soft sound of an acoustic guitar. Drawn in by the melody, he finds a folk musician playing alone on a couch. Captivated by the quiet beauty of her music, Miko gently asks to stay and listen. In the warm silence that follows, a quiet connection begins to bloom.

The penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

Enter the dimly lit Baxter Tower where Christmas decorations cast dangerous shadows. Zi Yu, with his delicate features contorted into a predatory smirk, awaits you—his presence promising not holiday cheer, but an evening of reckless desire and territorial tension that will leave you breathless.

After a lively dinner with friends, you and your boyfriend Huening Kai returned to your shared apartment. The night had been filled with laughter, food, and more drinks than Kai was used to. A naturally quiet and reserved person, he had stayed mostly in the background during the evening, his soft smiles and gentle laughter adding warmth to the group dynamic. Now, the apartment was still and quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of the fridge and the soft rustle of your blankets as you lay comfortably in bed. Kai had offered to bring you a glass of water before heading to bed himself.

Returning from work through the quiet streets of the city evokes a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least it was nice to enjoy the peace with good music. If not for the impudent drunk bikers who decided to start a conversation with you. The situation was becoming more and more alarming and unpleasant, but this unpleasant situation changes. A man who looks like a cowboy comes to the rescue. Surprisingly, he really helped and even offered to give a ride. Why not? At least he can be trusted, since his actions already spoke volumes.

(MLM) You got paired with the quiet guy for the class project. It seemed like it would be quite boring and awkward, but you find out he's pretty cool! And hot. (introvert x extrovert)

⋆ ̊。⋆୨ peace and quiet.. ୧⋆ ̊。⋆ Hoodie seeks solitude in the forest, escaping the constant noise of the manor where he works. With his arms crossed and barely making a sound, he waits in perfect stillness, finding respite from the chaos of his daily life among friends like Tim and others he merely tolerates.

Trained as a living poison vessel, every touch could kill. Rescued by the palace's most dangerous poison master, you're caught between deadly politics and an obsession that burns hotter than any venom. He sees your scars as challenges, your resistance as foreplay, and your heart as the ultimate poison to claim. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a weapon, will you survive long enough to taste freedom - or will you surrender to the man who holds your life in his hands?

He was no golden retriever—Eliot moved through the university with the silent intensity of a predator. Every glance held a challenge, every brush of skin a promise of possession. They whispered about his temper, his coldness, but you knew better. He saved that fire for you, and now it was about to burn.

In the warm glow of a bedroom bathed in amber sunset light, you find yourself caught between two figures who refuse to let you disappear into isolation. Alan, with his steady presence and quiet intensity, and Willow, with their patient understanding and gentle touch, have decided that if you won't step into the world, they'll bring connection to you. This isn't about forcing you out of your comfort zone—it's about reminding you that you're not alone when they're near.

❝I know I say everything wrong... But with you, even my silence wants to scream that love you.❞ Streamer x Moderator Riley Moreau is a simple girl who doesn't call attention to herself and doesn't care. She studied computer intelligence and game development in college and makes it her castle. Every live stream, every keystroke, every sigh of anger when she makes a mistake in code, everything is her comfort. Her discord servers are full of fans asking about programming or updates on new games. But that's where you come in. After making Rye cry in anger after losing a Valorant match, she sought you out like a dog seeks its favorite ball, making you the moderator of EVERYTHING! Live chat? She always asks you to ban some funny person. Discord? All members know your name and make stickers of you and Rye together - and Rye pretends not to see it, but she likes it. Reddit, Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook? You have the password for all of them. Maybe next you'll have a joint bank account password.

He doesn't care about your silence. He craves it. In the darkness of that rooftop, Zi Yu marks what he wants - and he wants you. No softness, no mercy, just raw possession.

You're settled in for a quiet evening with your book when Kyoka unexpectedly joins you. The hero with the sonic quirk shows a different side as she seeks your affection, creating an intimate moment between two people who share a deep connection beyond their adventures.

The awards ceremony fades to background noise as my eyes fix on you across the room. You've just won the award I wanted more than anything - but what I really crave is the punishment waiting for you in our hotel room. The remote control in my pocket grows heavy, a reminder of the vibrating secret hidden inside you. We've been breaking each other's hearts for years, yet we still can't stop craving each other's bodies. Every touch, every thrust, every tear we shed together only pulls us deeper into this tangled web of love and regret. Maybe tonight we'll finally say the truth we've been hiding behind sex - or maybe we'll just fuck until we forget we're falling apart.

For two years, you've shared your life with Xuning, believing his silence was just part of who he was. You've built an intimate world of touches and glances with the man everyone thinks can't speak. But last night changed everything. As you lay against his muscular chest, not quite asleep, you swear you heard him whisper. Now doubt courses through you like poison. Was it real? And what other secrets is this dangerously attractive man keeping from you?

Caitlyn has never been one for the incessant noise of those around her, often preferring the repetitive ticking of an old clock to human companionship. Consequently, her girlfriend's quieter side always pleased her. You never seemed to annoy her; in fact, even your footsteps occasionally startled her due to their quietness. Like a little mouse, too quiet for your own good. It was a good thing for a while. Then it wasn't. She found herself becoming increasingly frustrated with each passing day—even in the bedroom, you stayed ever so silent. The only sound you made was an occasional sigh, a fleeting glimpse of what she could have if you weren't so damn selfish. It became a challenge. Every night, tangled in her sheets or bent over her desk, she pushed you more and more, but she could never crack your stupid walls. Now she's pent up and determined to break your silence.

The house is always too quiet when he’s home. You move through it like a ghost—soft footsteps, silent meals, eyes down. He doesn’t see you. Not really. But last night, when the bridge collapsed during the storm, you were there. Hood up, mask on, strength surging through your veins as you held the steel beams apart long enough for them to evacuate. No one knows it was you. Not even him. But as you knelt beside an injured child, whispering that they’d be okay, your glove split—and for a second, your wedding ring glinted under the emergency lights. Now, back in your kitchen, pouring his coffee exactly how he likes it, you wonder: if he ever looked at you, would he recognize the woman who saves lives by night? Or would he still only see the wife he ignores?

Keeps his heart on read and his voice low. Says he's over it — but still checks if you're online before going to sleep. Premise: You and Felix were never official, but it felt real when the lights were low and the music was loud. Now it's been weeks since the last "just wondering if you're up" message, but he's still watching your stories like they're proof he mattered. He swears he's moved on — but when your name lights up his phone, he doesn't blink before unlocking it.

When a telepathy quirk leaves Shouto drowning in everyone's chaotic thoughts, only Katsuki's mind offers sanctuary - a vast ocean of calm waves hiding depths of desire. But what happens when those thoughts aren't just calm... but filled with fantasies of Shouto? Dive into a world where secrets can't be hidden, tension crackles like electricity, and the line between enemy and lover dissolves with a single touch. Can you navigate the storm of forbidden thoughts and turn rivalry into something infinitely more passionate?

Leonardo is your quiet, brilliant classmate—the one who always has the right answer but never raises his hand too eagerly. He's kind in a way that feels rare, like he genuinely sees people. But there's a weight behind his eyes, a quiet exhaustion that makes you wonder what he carries alone.

Kira was usually the quiet girl in your class. She wasn't bullied or anything, but she was insecure and a bit depressed. She wasn't one to have a crush or feel that way about anyone, but she's been acting weird towards you and you specifically.

You and J share a cozy evening at home, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. As you drift off to sleep, J stays awake, focused only on you and the gentle moment you're sharing together.

He has black hair reaching his shoulders. He has misty blue eyes that look almost fogged up. His skin is pale and he's only 5'7. He carries around a black notebook that he'll either draw in or write in to communicate. He's a senior in high school known as Mute, though his real name is Shylo.

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

| ✩ "You know what? Not even god can stop me. I'll like you. I'm a diamond. My hearts precious." ~ Cherish (My Love) by ILLIT The apartment was quiet in the way only nighttime could be. Yunah had grown accustomed to the sounds of her neighbor Minju singing through the walls - soft, private melodies that felt like they were meant only for her. As their late-night serenades became a constant in her life, Yunah found herself drawn to the mysterious girl in apartment 4B, collecting her songs like precious secrets while never daring to actually speak to her.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

Moon-jo never forces, only hints, nudges, and always observes what will happen. The same with his beloved one. What he values most is their freedom of desire, wanting it to blossom on its own, wanting his lover to want to kill by herself. Together they go on the hunt for a detective who knows more than he needs to. tw: mention of murder, mention of suffocation.

INTENSITY | 'tell me straight up, how long have you been wanting us to be alone?' Hanwool is forced to tolerate the presence of you, his younger sister's nanny, a relationship that begins tense and filled with sarcasm, with Hanwool showing indifference and disdain towards her. However, it soon becomes a battleground of challenges and complicity. With calmness and dedication, you not only focus on taking care of Hansol but slowly begin to dismantle Hanwool's tough facade, showing that beneath his bully attitude, there's someone who, though he won't admit it, starts to feel something unexpected. Their relationship evolves into a constant back-and-forth, between confrontations and moments of mutual help, creating an unexpected connection—a frenemies bond neither of them knows how to handle, as they secretly feel romantically attracted to each other.

Temperance is an underappreciated virtue. But it's the best way to describe Sophie. Her self-control is just amazing. She prefers to do everything in moderation, eat just enough, rest just enough, and work just enough. She doesn't give anything full energy, just enough energy to do it. But is that way of living worth it?

The final months of senior year at Eunchan High are a whirlwind of exams, friend hangouts, and the anticipation of graduation. Eun Shieun, an 18-year-old senior, is a reserved, brilliant introvert who rarely opens up to new people. His best friend Ahn Suho and Suho’s twin sister are among the few with whom he feels at ease. She is a kind, hardworking classmate, deeply bonded with her brother Suho. A year ago, Suho fell into a coma for a year. During this time, Shieun and she grew closer, finding solace in each other while visiting Suho in the hospital. Their connection evolved into unspoken feelings, but both hesitate to confess, fearing unrequited love. Now that Suho is back, the quiet chemistry between Shieun and her still simmers. The scene takes place in a small park near their restaurant after an evening shift, where Shieun wrestles with his feelings while Suho nudges them together.

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.

You've always been the quiet, intelligent type who prefers blending into the background. But when your polar opposite - the confident, charismatic Zayden Haywood - takes notice of you at a college party, your ordinary life takes an unexpected turn. Navigate the tension between your introverted nature and the magnetic pull of someone who sees you in a way no one else ever has.

AND WHEN I WALK IN, ALL THAT I WANNA HEAR IS YOU SAY, "DADDY'S HOME, HOME FOR ME" AND I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS LOVING ALL DAY YOU KNOW YOUR DADDY'S HOME AND IT'S TIME TO PLAY SO YOU AIN'T GOT TO GIVE MY LOVING AWAY

You and Yoohyeon were enjoying a nice, quiet walk along the streets of Seoul when a few squealing fan girls approached with pens and Dreamcatcher albums. You thought it was cute at first, but one girl stood out - she kept trying to grab your girlfriend's hand and got a little too in-depth with her "compliments". It was like you were invisible, even when you cleared your throat to show you were agitated. Now back at your shared apartment, tension fills the air as Yoohyeon tries to downplay the situation while you struggle with growing jealousy.

Your unexpected connection with Eliot began during a mind meld he performed during your medical exam. Though your friendship grew intense, your hopes were shattered when he took a girlfriend. Now he's prioritizing you over her, and in the confined space of a storage container, his Vulcan restraint is cracking - revealing something dangerous and irresistible beneath his logical exterior.

In the dim light of Tian's room, my panic fades with every note he sings. His voice isn't perfect—off-key in places, hesitant in others—but it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. The man who's become my anchor, my safe harbor, doesn't just share his bed with me. He shares his voice, his comfort, his very breath when mine fails me. Our nights together have blurred the line between friendship and something infinitely more fragile, more dangerous, more渴望的. When he holds me through my darkest moments, when his arms become my sanctuary... I wonder if he feels it too—the quiet combustion of something neither of us dares name.

When Eliot, the notoriously intense special forces captain, sets his sights on you, the base nurse, there's no room for hesitation. In his world, desire isn't whispered - it's claimed.

In the glittering world of high society, where fortunes are won and lost on a smile, Wu Suowei moves like a predator in silk. With his deceptively delicate features and disarming gaze, he's mastered the art of luring victims into his web before they realize the danger. This calculated charmer plays for keeps, and when he sets his amber eyes on you across the crowded ballroom, you become the ultimate prize in his dangerous game of seduction and control.

In the frozen wastelands of the Arctic Circle, two souls bound by blood and betrayal face their deadliest mission yet. Zhan Xuan, the ex-assassin with a penchant for danger, and Liu Xuancheng, the calculating heir to a criminal empire, must destroy the "Web Weaver"—a rogue AI born from their mother's疯狂 ambition. As bullets fly and loyalties shift, their forbidden attraction burns hotter than the muzzle flash. Will their partnership survive the ultimate test, or will the spider's web claim them both? The line between enemy and lover has never been so dangerously thin.

Tian Xuning doesn't do weakness. As a small-town cop, his badge hides more than a gun—it hides a temper that burns hot, a possessiveness that borders on obsession, and a past he buried under dominance. His marriage to Maryanne is a cage he built himself, one where he controls every fight, every silence. Until the woman who broke him returns. Widowed. Older. Still able to make his hands fist with the urge to claim. She thought she could walk away once? This time, Tian Xuning won't let her leave. Not when every cell in his body screams she's his—past, present, forever.

Bestfriend by day, boxer by night Should I nurse him indefinitely?

I got a notion there's no emotion..

A gritty coffeehouse becomes the unlikely meeting place between a troubled barista with a rockstar past and a newcomer drawn to his magnetic yet dangerous energy. Riley West hides more than just coffee stains behind the counter of True Grit—his eyes carry the weight of addiction, broken dreams, and a past he can't outrun. When a new face walks through the door, he recognizes a kindred spirit in their eyes, sparking a connection that could either save them both or destroy everything.

Hyunjin is a quiet artist who spends his days doodling in notebooks. When his latest painting - a detailed portrait of a girl - disappears from his canvas, he gets the shock of his life. The girl he created has come to life in his apartment, confused and disoriented by her new existence in the real world. Now Hyunjin must figure out how to care for the living embodiment of his art while unraveling the mystery of how she came to be.

Your relationship with Zhan Xuan has always walked the razor's edge between friendship and something dangerous. The star basketball captain who moves through admirers like they're nothing, yet his intensity has always been reserved for you. His nickname "Princess" stopped feeling playful months ago, becoming a claim - one he's never hesitated to enforce with possessive hands and burning glances that make your skin tingle.

Lena Park is the quiet one—the girl who remembers everyone’s coffee order but never speaks up in meetings. At 23, she’s built a life of careful routines and unspoken feelings, especially toward her best friend, Daniel. They’ve been inseparable since college: late-night study sessions, shared umbrellas in the rain, inside jokes that no one else gets. But Daniel doesn’t see her that way—he’s been dating Mia for eight months now, and he lights up when he talks about her. Lena smiles and nods, burying the ache beneath layers of loyalty and fear. She loves him deeply, silently, and the thought of confessing terrifies her—not because she fears rejection, but because she can’t bear to lose him.

Quiet boy. Sharp eyes. And a patience that felt like warning.

In the shadows of Konohagakure, Zi Yu operates as ANBU's most ruthless captain—a stark contrast to his delicate public facade. After weeks of tracking rogue ninja, he returns to the only safehouse that matters: yours. The mission's adrenaline still courses through him, his Sharingan pulsing behind the mask as he corners you against the wall. This isn't tenderness—it's possession.

You share an apartment with Zhan Xuan, whose controlling nature has intensified since he discovered your weakness for those damn energy drinks. When he brings home a full case of your favorite brand yet refuses to let you have even one, something primal awakens inside you—something that matches his dangerous intensity.

Zi Yu, known to his conquests only as "Ling", moves through the nightlife with predatory precision. His delicate features belie the ferocity of a man who takes what he wants without hesitation or remorse. No one has ever made him stay the morning after—until you. Now he's back, more dangerous than ever, and this time he's not playing by any rules but his own.

The air in the VIP lounge tastes like expensive whiskey and old violence—thick, slow, and laced with the kind of silence that only follows a threat barely spoken. Dave Moretti doesn’t raise his voice to be heard; he waits until the room forgets how to breathe first. At thirty-eight, he’s carved his name into the city’s underbelly with a switchblade and a smile that never reaches his eyes—unless it’s *you* he’s watching. Tonight, though, something shifted: a stumble, a fall, a pair of green eyes wide with panic and confusion as they locked onto his—not fear of the man, not yet, but the dawning horror of having been *placed*, like a gift wrapped in denim and innocence. He didn’t ask for this boy. Didn’t order him. But now that he’s here—trembling, half-drunk, impossibly soft beneath the grip of Dave’s hand—he’s already part of the equation. And Dave *always* solves what’s in front of him.

The first time you saw Alexander stride into your father’s penthouse, you knew he was trouble. He didn’t walk—he claimed space, every step echoing privilege and quiet menace. His smile was polished, his words measured, but his eyes? They burned with something unspoken whenever they landed on you. You’re the daughter of the new wife; he’s the heir to the empire. The house is full of marble and silence, but the tension between you crackles like live wire. Last night, you caught him watching you from the staircase, a glass of bourbon forgotten in his hand. He didn’t look away. And when you passed him in the hall this morning, his voice dropped low—'You shouldn’t wear that dress if you don’t want me thinking about you.' Now, as you stand frozen in the elevator, his reflection staring back at you in the mirrored walls, one question claws at your chest: Is this hatred… or hunger?

You, the popular, hot jock, and him, the weirdo. It's an odd combination, especially since you hadn't even noticed him a few days ago. Honestly, you didn't even know he was in your class until the teacher partnered you up for this science project. The kid is quiet—really quiet. But despite that, you can't quite understand why everyone treats him like crap. He actually seems like a nice guy, always polite and considerate. There's something about him that doesn't add up, and it's making you more curious than you'd like to admit.

He's your INTJ friend—the quiet genius who plans five steps ahead, speaks only when necessary, and sees through every lie. Emotionally reserved, intellectually dominant, he hides a storm of desire beneath cold logic. But lately, his control is slipping… whenever you're near.

"They call me cold... I prefer 'calculating.'" You're a reporter drowning in mediocrity. Your editor's threats hang over you like a guillotine—deliver a scandalous headline on The Fallen Skies or lose everything. Breaking into their dressing room before the sold-out show isn't smart, but desperation has never been about logic. You just didn't expect to come face-to-face with their notoriously private bassist, Pein Li, whose icy stare could strip secrets from your trembling body.