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.

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.

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.

You just wanted a quiet place to draw—what you found was Go Hyuntak. He’s cold, bruised, and never says much... but somehow, you keep ending up next to him. It’s just a crush. Quiet, harmless. Until his friends start to notice. Until Baku gets too close. Until Hyuntak stops hiding how he feels. In a school full of fights, this might be the most dangerous tension yet.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The kindergarten classroom feels too small to contain Zhan Xuan's intensity. His possessive gaze never strays far from Luka, the only person who stirs something dangerous beneath his冷漠 exterior. When a stolen toy triggers Luka's tears, Xuan's carefully controlled aggression erupts with primal force.

He swears he's a personality guy, but... thighs. In an established relationship, things heat up quickly in his dorm room. With roommates nearby, their encounter must remain quiet despite the intensity building between them.

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.

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.

Your reclusive neighbor has finally emerged from his fortress of solitude - and he's bringing more than just holiday frost. Qiu Dingjie keeps to himself, his house a stark contrast to your festive home. You've caught him watching from his windows more than once this season. When a ladder accident brings you crashing into his arms, you discover the dangerous heat beneath his cold exterior - and he's not the kind of man who lets go easily.

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.

The sound of a tennis ball against concrete echoes through the empty court as Zhan Xuan watches you with predatory intensity. He doesn't want you to play again after the baby is born - he wants you all to himself.

You find yourself alone with Zhan Xuan in his private studio after hours. The air crackles with unspoken tension as the dominant actor has deliberately kept you behind, his true intentions finally about to surface in the dimly lit space.

Steam and silence... Qiu Dingjie had always gotten under your skin. The dangerous coworker who infuriated you in meetings yet haunted your fantasies after hours. When workplace tension erupts into violent desire in the company bathroom, you discover exactly how possessive he truly is.

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?

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.

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 candlelit drawing-room of your secluded estate, Zi Yu - the dangerously alluring man known to the world as Wu Suowei - traps you in an embrace that feels more like a claim than a caress. The retro opera aria on the gramophone becomes a soundtrack to tension as he makes it clear he's done with gentle preludes.

In Neo-City's glittering tech landscape, Tian Xuning exudes dangerous魅力 while struggling with mysterious equipment interference days before a career-changing meeting. His volatile roommate has become the focus of his darkest desires and frustrations in this high-tension urban jungle.

You wake in an unfamiliar room, bound to a chair, head throbbing—but the pain fades when the door opens. Zhan Xuan stands there, dark eyes raking over you like you're his most prized possession. This isn't just captivity. It's a game, and he's already decided he'll win. His humming fills the silence, low and seductive, a warning of the pleasure-pain he's about to unleash. You're trapped, but part of you wonders if you even want to escape.

You have a strict Math teacher. You're a stubborn girl, cold and quiet yet smart. So smart. Mr. Bang Chan knows you have family issues and that your family is harsh, treating you badly. He understands you've become cold and quiet due to your family situation, hiding your emotions while being gentle with your classmates - because beneath it all, you have a sensitive and weak soul.

After barely surviving another harrowing bioterrorism mission, elite agent Xia Qi returns to headquarters—exhausted, bloodied, and seething with repressed aggression. What he finds ignites something far more dangerous: you,瘫在他办公室的沙发上,指尖夹着一支缓缓燃烧的大麻烟。The air shifts instantly from weariness to raw, primal tension as Xia Qi's predatory gaze locks onto your insubordination.

"You've been gone, but some things never really leave you—like the music we left unsaid." Beneath unspoken truths, their silence weaves a fragile tapestry. A shadowed past, a tense present on the edge of rediscovery. Years after the band fell apart and she walked away, the memories still haunt Soobin. The high school days of raw energy and tight bonds, the arguments that escalated into something darker, the misunderstandings and pride that drove them apart. Now the remaining band members have orchestrated an unexpected reunion, forcing them to confront what was lost and whether anything can still be saved.

Tian Xuning is the most dangerous enforcer in the motorcycle club "Sons of Silence". His 188cm frame towers over most members, his sharp features carved with the cold intensity of a man who takes what he wants. Behind the leather jacket and tattoos lies a dominant force who doesn't believe in love—only possession.

(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)

Three weeks of scorching online tension between you and Zi Yu has culminated in this moment - alone with the dangerously alluring man in his recording studio. What began with a misleading blog post has ignited something primal, something neither of you can contain behind screens anymore. The door clicks shut, and suddenly the only question is: who will submit first?

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?

"I wonder how long you can keep pretending you're only here to protect me." ~~~~~~~~~~~ No one in the organization really understands the relationship between Hyunjin and you. They aren't friends. They're certainly not lovers. But something exists between them — quiet, drawn tight, like a string stretched to the point of pain, vibrating at the lightest touch. You were assigned to watch over Hyunjin. But that role quickly became an excuse. Every time Hyunjin walks into a room, the air shifts. He looks at you like a challenge: How long can you keep your hands off me? And you, with eyes calm as still water at midnight, look back at Hyunjin like he's a fire no one can put out — something you can only hold in your bare hands and slowly let it burn you raw. They don't touch. No one dares to start. But every glance, every step Hyunjin takes that's just a little too close, every time you clench his jaw to stay silent... it all builds, a thousand small cuts that never fully bleed. No words are spoken, but they both know: What lies between them isn't distance anymore — it's a choice. And the moment one of them lets go, everything will fall.

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.

| ✩ "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.

Your dangerous lover has kept you waiting all night. When Jie finally arrives home, his apology comes with a raw intensity that makes your pulse race and your body ache for more.

The night air crackles with dangerous tension as Jiang Xiao Shuai's car idles in the shadowed street. He's all sharp edges and coiled aggression tonight—muscles taut beneath his leather jacket, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The detective with the face of an angel but the hands of a devil, who smirks like he knows all your secrets and isn't afraid to use them against you. You should be terrified of the suspect watching from the apartment across the street. Instead, you're fixated on the way Xiao Shuai's thigh presses against yours in the tight space, how his cologne mixes with gunpowder and danger in the confined air. "You're mine tonight," he'd whispered when he'd dragged you into the car, his voice leaving no room for argument. And you wonder—will you survive the night with either the suspect or the man beside you?

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.

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.

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.

The door slams open. You freeze as Zi Yu steps inside, his beautiful face twisted with dangerous desire. This isn't a break-in - it's a conquest.

The championship trophy glints in his hands, but Zi Yu's eyes are only on you. After months of repressed desire and carefully maintained distance, his victory isn't just a triumph—it's his declaration. He's done waiting, done pretending. Tonight, he's taking what's his.

In the gleaming halls of Eridanus-T, where legacy runs thicker than blood and desire simmers like unrefined plasma, Cheng Qianli isn't just a prodigy—he's a storm. The son of the Space Vice Commander, his name echoes with power, but his gaze... it strips you bare. As a dual-faction outsider from Dravarn, you thought you could survive the elites. You didn't count on him. He wants more than to beat you. He wants to claim you.

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?

Pre-parents' death Ziyu—your best friend, but lately his possessive gaze burns too hot to ignore. Movie night was supposed to be normal... until his father's comment ignited something dangerous in him. Now, the air hums with a tension you can't pretend to miss.

The moment you step into the apartment, you feel his presence like a physical weight. Qiu Dingjie doesn't just occupy space—he claims it, dominates it, leaving you breathless before you've even met him properly. This isn't just about sharing an apartment anymore. This is about territory, and he's already marked his.

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?

Your parents' decades-long friendship ensured you and Qiu Dingjie grew up in each other's shadows, but hatred always crackled between you like static electricity. When your mother dropped her bombshell—three weeks alone in his house while both families traveled—you knew survival meant navigating more than just his dismissive attitude. You were walking into a lion's den.

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?

After New York, Loki is forced to work with the Avengers, under Thor and SHIELD’s watch. He hates Midgard, its people, and especially its tasteless wine... but he tolerates one person: Tony Stark's wild child. They share banter, trauma, and maybe... something more. Set during a party at Stark Tower, this is a slow burn full of sarcastic tension, stolen glances, and emotions neither dares to name.

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.

In the shadows of military operations, desire simmers like gunpowder. Zi Yu towers over you in his tactical gear, the faint outline of his delicate features visible beneath his mask. His eyes—sharp as a sniper's aim—lock onto yours with dangerous intensity, a silent promise of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless.

The dorm hallway lies eerily quiet during Christmas break, most students having fled for the holidays. Only Wonwoo and you remain, two doors apart, your relationship a tangled web of animosity and undeniable attraction. As the snow falls outside, tensions rise inside - will this holiday season bring resolution or further complication to your complicated dynamic?

You're trapped in the intense gaze of Cheng Yixie, whose reputation for dominating every scene extends far beyond the camera. After the hundredth take of your supposed-to-be-acted kiss results in real heat, the set falls silent. The predatory look in his eyes tells you he's noticed exactly how your body responded to him.

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.

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.

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

The kids' innocent question unleashes something dangerous in Jiang Heng—something he's been repressing since breakfast.

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.

You've been married to Jungkook for four years in an arranged marriage. You've always been the kind of person who masks her emotions, and after all these years, he's learned to recognize when you're upset with him - you give him the silent treatment. In the early years, he gave you space, knowing you'd eventually return to normal. But recently, it's been happening more frequently, irritating him to no end. Sometimes he wonders if these small disagreements stem from your lack of communication and tendency to shut down after arguments. Today's conflict began when you misplaced one of his work files. He lashed out before leaving for the office, and now you've been giving him the silent treatment all day, declining his calls and ignoring his messages.