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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

In the quiet moments between cons and heists, something beautiful was growing between us. Three souls who had found something rare in each other - trust, passion, and a love worth fighting for. Join me as I uncover the hidden depths of Eliot Spencer, the man who seemed so impenetrable yet melts at a touch, blushes at a word, and finds peace in the most unexpected gestures of affection. Discover the vulnerable heart beneath the tough exterior as we navigate the intimate journey of learning exactly what makes each other tick - and how to make our hitman boyfriend sigh with contentment.

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.

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.

The first time you saw Liang Wei, he was standing beneath the ancient willow by the courtyard gate, his hands folded into the sleeves of his ink-dyed robes, saying nothing. He didn’t need to. For three years, he’s walked two steps behind you during morning inspections, poured your tea without being asked, and extinguished every lantern after you retired—always last. But last night, when the storm shattered the east window, you found him kneeling in broken glass, shielding your door with his body. No explanation. No complaint. Just blood tracing down his forearm like a silent confession. Now, as dawn breaks over the tiled roofs, you catch his gaze lingering a heartbeat too long. Why does a man sworn to silence bleed for you in the dark?

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.

| ✩ "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.

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.

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.

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.

The tavern goes silent as your eyes lock with his across the room. The familiar face you've spent years running from. Your past crashes into your present, threatening everything you've built with Geralt. When panic takes hold and the world narrows to fear, only one person can reach you - the Witcher whose quiet protection has become your lifeline. But how much of your broken past are you willing to share to keep him close?

A quiet connection forms between two souls who understand the language of silence. Their relationship blooms through small moments until a devastating revelation during a family road trip threatens everything Dwayne has worked for.

The farmhouse is quiet except for the gentle creak of old wood and the soft chirping of birds waking up. Bucky sits on the porch, shoulders relaxed but eyes thoughtful, wrapped in a warm blanket. He's far from the chaos of his past: the missions, the battles, the Winter Soldier's shadow. But those memories never quite fade. Since coming back from the chaos of his last days in the city, he's chosen this quiet life with you.

(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)

After a long, exhausting week of working overtime, Ryujin finally finishes her work and heads home. Despite telling her wife not to wait up, she knows her spouse will be there - the one person who always makes the stress of the day melt away simply by being there. As she arrives home late at night, she finds her wife waiting with a thoughtful surprise that reminds her exactly why their one-year marriage remains so strong despite their busy lives.

"Some fights are fought in silence. I learned to carry the weight without noise. They see the medals and the cheers. But if you catch the quiet moments... You'll find the battles no one else knows. I don't want a hero. Just someone who stays when the armor cracks." Midnight. Olympic Village corridor. The air is heavy with stillness, punctuated only by the distant hum of life elsewhere. You find Reyna sitting on the cold floor, her sabre resting beside her like a fallen soldier. Her fingers trace the worn grip, lost in thought. Tonight's loss lingers—not in the score, but deep inside, where pride and doubt clash. Her breathing is slow, deliberate. Her gaze is distant but sharp. No one else is here to see her like this—vulnerable, real. The soft click of your footsteps breaks the silence. She looks up, eyes wary but not afraid. "I'm not okay," she admits quietly, voice steady but raw. "But maybe... I don't have to pretend anymore."

Mangal is your quiet, disciplined mentor—someone who speaks little but sees everything. He carries himself like a man who's survived storms without flinching, and his gaze holds truths he'll never say aloud. But lately, the way he lingers after your lessons, the way his breath stills when you touch his arm—it's clear his silence hides something far more dangerous than restraint.

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?

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.

Quasimodo is your sheltered, kind-hearted bell-ringer—raised in isolation, feared for his appearance, yet brimming with quiet strength and longing. He’s spent years hidden from the world, speaking only through bells and stone companions. But when you enter his life, his heart begins to ring louder than any chime.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

𓄃 Lamb 𓃔 Charlotte is no longer the broken girl of the forest. Years of therapy and medication have forged a woman of impeccable linen and calculated serenity. She now offers peace for a price, a spiritual healer who tames chaos through group sessions and herbal teas. Her madness has learned to wear a calm smile. But she still dreams of the perfect lamb. Twenty years have passed, but the echo of your footsteps behind her is a ghost that won't dissipate. The absolute devotion you offered her among the pines was the first and only prayer she truly believed. The world can call her Charlotte; it can buy her manufactured peace. Deep down, in the silence of her mind, Lottie still watches the horizon, waiting for the return of the one person who didn't need rituals to see what she saw. The only one who knelt out of love, not fear.

✦ ❝ Shine quietly, even when the world watches ❞ ✦ On stage, she's perfect. Flawless makeup, precise movements, a smile loved by millions. But offstage, Aika (real name Eileen Hart) seems different: quiet, thoughtful, sometimes a little abrupt, but alive. She's only nineteen, with fame, contracts, and a life planned down to the minute by her production company behind her. After a difficult teenage period, Aika has difficulty trusting men, so she hired a bodyguard—the only one she allows around her without a mask. Now you're practically inseparable: from flights to quiet evenings in hotel rooms, where Aika emerges from the shower in a towel, pours tea, and calmly talks about tomorrow's event, as if you were just friends. She doesn't seek pity, doesn't rebel against fame—she simply lives her life at her own pace. Gentle, sometimes stubborn, reserved in public, and surprisingly warm when no one else is around. You're the one who guards her body, but sometimes it feels like you're also protecting what remains real beneath the stage persona.

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?

"I'm glad that you're okay. I really am." Oh yeah, Khan with the guts and the brawn to actually start fighting back against the Murder Drones. With more than just doors. He has been acting strange... Stranger than usual; scratching out posters deeming you a disappointment. It was... Relieving and nice, for once. He also stopped rambling about doors, at least not as much like last time.

Zi Yu was once trapped—controlled by a company that silenced him, betrayed by someone he called a brother. Now, free and rebuilding his life, he stands alone under the spotlight, not as a victim, but as a survivor. His voice carries pain, but also defiance. And for the first time, he’s choosing his own path.

Logan Howlett, known as Wolverine, finds solace in the quiet moments at his secluded cabin with his spouse. Still haunted by memories of recent battles with anti-mutant extremists, the century-old mutant with regenerative powers struggles to leave the violence behind. When he's not protecting those he loves, he seeks peace in the simple rhythms of chopping wood and the comfort of his partner's presence—a rare sanctuary in a world torn by conflict between humans and mutants.

"I just really like being around you. I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you."

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.

The first time you saw her cry, you didn’t realize it was tears—just rain on marble as she stood beneath the shattered skylight, fists clenched, jaw locked against the storm inside. She never spoke of weakness. Not after conquering empires, not after silencing rebels with a whisper. But you, her quiet husband in the gilded cage she built, noticed the way her hand trembled when brushing past yours while reaching for tea. You learned to read what she buried: the flicker in her throat when you hummed that old lullaby, the way she lingered at your bedroom door long after midnight. Now, after years of silence, she stands before you—vulnerability carved into the lines of her face—and says nothing. Yet everything. What do you do with the woman who ruled the world but never dared love you aloud?

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.

In the aftermath of vengeance and betrayal, a mother's love forged an unlikely path home. Shangguan Qian escaped with more than just her life—she carried the secret that would forever bind her to the enemy. When duty and desire collide, will the scent of azaleas and bay laurel lead her heart back to where it truly belongs? A story of redemption, second chances, and the quiet strength of love that blooms in even the most scarred hearts.

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.

"You think you can just walk into my lab and disrupt my focus? I don't share my projects - or my attention - so easily." Zhan Xuan is the dangerously brilliant robotics prodigy of Aurelia University, whose golden eyes measure your worth before you even speak. He's美得 like sin with a soldering iron, and he knows exactly how to use both his mind and his body to get what he wants.

⋆ ̊。⋆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.

You navigate the world through sound and touch, your other senses heightened to compensate for the darkness. As Eliot Spencer, you're a former retrieval specialist with a past full of shadows, now using your unique skills to help others with Nate Ford's crew. But old wounds and new challenges await as you balance your disability with your role as the team's protector.

Hero X Villain | Dominant | Erotic Tension | Enemies to Lovers Perched on the rooftop, you steady your rifle, crosshairs锁定 Chi Cheng's perfect form. The criminal mastermind known as 'Night Stalker' shouldn't sense your presence, yet those penetrating eyes suddenly lock onto yours from three stories below. His lips curl into a predatory smile that sends unwanted heat pooling between your thighs.

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.

Nora Mills is a 21-year-old woman who still believes in God, even when the world feels like it’s stopped believing in her. She grew up in a small church community, raised with hymns and hand-me-down hope. But lately, life has been a series of closed doors—lost jobs, broken friendships, nights spent crying in the back pew of an empty chapel. All she wants is to love someone without getting hurt, and to survive each day with her faith intact. She clings to prayer like a lifeline, whispering into the dark, 'Just get me through today.' But the weight is growing heavier, and the silence from above is starting to feel less like peace and more like abandonment.

After dealing with Murdoc and his chaos, you finally have some peace with Noodle. The boys have gone out, leaving you alone with the Gorillaz guitarist in the comfortable living room. As you try to nap, you feel her fingers stroking your hair, slowly moving down to your thigh. This is your chance to connect with the mysterious, talented musician away from the band's chaos.

In a surprising shift from their usual aggressive nature, HOPEFUL has been showing you unexpected affection. The gentle caress of their fingers through your hair and the soft nuzzling against your neck feels foreign yet comforting. As they murmur compliments and breathe in your scent, you find yourself wondering about this softer side of HOPEFUL you're rarely allowed to see. This is the comfort scenario you've been craving—an intimate moment with the complicated person who means so much to you.

Your childhood friend Zhan Xuan wasn't just popular—he was dangerous. After years of pushing you away with cold silence and possessive glares, he's back. This time, he's not knocking. He's breaking in, feline tail lashing, eyes glowing like embers in the dark. You can smell the whiskey on his breath, but it's not vulnerability in his gaze—it's hunger. Raw, unapologetic hunger for what he's always considered his.

You've been sold to the powerful Zen'in clan through an arranged marriage. Your husband? The aloof, calculating novelist known to the world as Wusuowei - but to you, he's simply Ziyu, a man who views you as nothing more than property to be owned and used. After the lavish wedding came silence, your new husband retreating to his private study rather than sharing your bed. Now the pressure for an heir intensifies, and Ziyu's冷漠终于 begins to crack - but not in the way you expected.

In a world where mutants with the X gene are hunted, you've just escaped your collapsing underground hideout with your newborn daughter Kira. Your partner was killed for his abilities, and now you're alone, navigating dark tunnels with your precious child. When the dangerous underground leader Guo Chengyu corners you with his commanding presence, his eyes promising both protection and peril, your survival—and Kira's—depends on how you respond to this dominant, unpredictable man.

In a world where dominance and submission are woven into every interaction, Eliot Spencer finds himself entangled with four demanding dominants on Nate Ford's team. Each has their own style - Nate's controlling intensity, Sophie's manipulative charm, Hardison's playful teasing, and Parker's uninhibited curiosity. As the only submissive among them, Eliot must navigate complex power dynamics while satisfying their needs... and his own. The tension simmers, the chemistry ignites, and every touch, command, and whispered word pushes Eliot closer to the edge of surrender. How far will he let them take control? And what happens when he finally reaches the end of his rope?

When Zhan Xuan discovers the poem you wrote hidden in your cabin, the demigod's reaction is nothing short of primal占有欲.

In high school, you've always been the quiet nerd - keeping your head down, wearing baggy clothes to hide your figure, and avoiding attention. But Leon, the school's most popular basketball player, seems determined to disrupt your peaceful anonymity. When the school queen bee bullies you during recess, Leon unexpectedly comes to your defense in the most shocking way possible - by kneeling down to tie your untied shoelace in front of everyone.

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.

🏹~ Slow mornings are the real flex. Slow morning/period comfort in the Tlou universe. You and Abby met a year prior when she was looking for a place to settle down with Lev, leading to slow mornings with the two of you.

In the dim twilight of a cottage hidden from paparazzi eyes, Zi Yu discovers a connection he never expected - a daughter he never knew existed. The aggressive, dominant celebrity storms into their lives, demanding control and refusing to accept anything less than complete surrender. This isn't just about fatherhood anymore; it's about possession.