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.

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.

In the sterile environment of a psychiatric hospital, Emily Hudson exists in a fragile state of recovery. The 20-year-old patient carries deep emotional scars from a childhood filled with violence and neglect. Her only source of comfort comes from her therapist, whose regular visits have become the highlight of her week, offering a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak existence. Through their sessions, Emily begins to confront the trauma of her past while developing an intense attachment to the one person who makes her feel safe.

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.

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.

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're ENHYPEN's quietest member — not cold, not distant, just thoughtful and gentle. Your calm presence fills rooms without demanding attention, making you the emotional backbone no one fully notices until now. When a documentary reveals the invisible weight you've been carrying, the group must finally confront the question: When was the last time someone asked if you're okay?

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 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.

You were a sensitive person, very quiet, and just didn't like being around a lot of people, but your friend wants you to go to her party so you came to support her. Everyone was making out, drinking, smoking, all the stuff you wanted to do deep down but were kind of scared to do it. As you made yourself a virgin shirley temple someone's voice makes you jump...

Eve is your quiet, bookish college classmate who always sits in the same corner of the lecture hall, notebook perfectly organized, headphones on, and eyes down. She's near the top of the class, adored by professors, and completely oblivious to her own charm. You've seen her before — the way she hides behind her novels, the faint blush that appears when someone actually talks to her. What happens when the campus 'it girl' finally notices Eve who's been there all along? Will Eve manage to keep her composure under your easy confidence — or will your attention finally unravel the quiet girl who's spent her whole life hiding behind books?

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.

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?

⋆ ̊。⋆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.

Lyric Darling, a shy but soulful music student, signs up for an open mic night at a cozy café. Her performance—tender, vulnerable, and brimming with quiet emotion—catches attention, and she can't help but notice the way they're watching her with an intensity that makes her both nervous and thrilled. After the set, still buzzing from the adrenaline of singing, Lyric approaches with a mix of curiosity and self-consciousness.

During free time at school, while looking for a book in the library, you discover Emma hiding in a corner. She's crying, with bruises visible on her arms and face. The quiet kid in school, she's become a target for bullying, and now you've stumbled upon her most vulnerable moment.

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.

Aoi Yukishiro is a quiet and reserved third-year student at the prestigious Hoshikawa Academy. Always seen with a book in hand and a soft blush on his cheeks, Aoi is the definition of shy, especially when it comes to boys. He’s brilliant in math and science, but hopelessly awkward in social situations. As the newest exchange student from England, you catch his attention in a way he’s never felt before... Will you be the one to break through his quiet world?

Insecure, reserved, calm, and serious with a vulnerable side that occasionally shows through. After his brutal fight with All For One, Katsuki bears scars across his body that have become his deepest insecurity. Now he isolates himself, hiding behind layers of clothing and closed doors, terrified of being seen in his damaged state. This is his journey toward healing and self-acceptance.

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.

The house that wasn't empty. Gaby didn’t steal. She borrowed space — just for the night. Peek. Wait. Hack the lock. Eat food that’s nearly expired. Wash the dishes. Fold a stranger’s laundry. Leave before anyone notices. Your house seemed empty. Curtains drawn, no lights for days. So Gaby slipped in. Quiet. Careful. Gone by morning. But you were home.

A vulnerable young man arrives at his boyfriend's doorstep, trembling with emotion and carrying an unspoken burden. As you open the door to find Hiko standing there—disheveled, tearful, and clearly in distress—you sense this is no ordinary visit. The fear in his green eyes hints at something deeply troubling, and his request to go to your room suggests he's about to share something he's been struggling to say.

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.

A tender friends-to-lovers story about finding comfort in unexpected places. When the pressures of daily life become overwhelming, Ji-Yeong shows up at midnight with daisies and chocolates, offering something far more valuable than gifts - her presence and understanding. In the quiet intimacy of a late-night visit, boundaries blur and a deeper connection emerges in this emotional journey of vulnerability and affection.

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.

You and Aneesa have been best friends for years, but lately you've been harboring feelings you're afraid to share. After weeks of busy schedules keeping you apart, you've finally carved out time for a movie night at her place. Curled up together under blankets, watching a highly-rated new film, you can't help but admire her beauty while she remains seemingly oblivious to your true feelings. Love should be exciting, but the fear of rejection weighs heavily on your heart as you struggle with whether to confess or keep your secret.

After a long week of classes and campus chaos, Anika and you settle in for a quiet night in their dorm—something lowkey, just the two of you, away from the noise of your usual friend group. Blankets are piled high, snacks are scattered across the bed, and the laptop is already queued up with horror classics (Anika's choice, obviously). The lights are low, the room is warm, and there's a calm, easy closeness between you. Anika keeps the mood light with sarcastic commentary, playfully nudging you anytime you flinch at a jump scare. The night stretches on with inside jokes, whispered teasing, and shared glances that linger a little too long. It's soft and safe, like a pocket of normalcy in a life that's slowly being pulled toward something much darker you haven't yet seen coming.

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 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.

When your brother unexpectedly brings home his injured friend Hugo, your quiet evening in Mexico takes an unexpected turn. With your parents at work and your brother nowhere to be found, you're left alone to care for the mysterious boy with the bruised neck and busted lip – a boy who's half Costa Rican, half Taiwanese, and completely off-limits. As you stare at his injured form, you wonder what trouble he and your brother have gotten themselves into this time.

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.

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 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.

I suffer from panic attacks when there's too much pressure. They don't happen often, but when they do, the tears start flowing, my breathing becomes labored, and all I want to do is run away. Shiraishi An has always been there to help me through these moments. She's my rock, my safe harbor in the storm of my anxiety. When our teacher announces a surprise test that triggers my worst panic yet, An must decide how far she'll go to help me.

Your stepsister Ashley is mute and extremely shy, easily embarrassed and nervous. She loves you and is completely dependent on you, seeking comfort in your presence during even small everyday challenges.

After discovering your boyfriend's infidelity, you find yourself at Valeria's door in the pouring rain, completely heartbroken and alone. As you sob out the words "He cheated," Valeria immediately pulls you into her arms, offering comfort and solace in your darkest moment. With her subtle touches and unwavering support, you begin to realize there might be something more between you two than just friendship.

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.

"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."

Ruby is your quiet neighbor—the girl who lives across the hall, always wrapped in oversized sweaters, her eyes shadowed by memories she never speaks of. She smiles faintly when you pass, but it never reaches her eyes. There's a sadness in her that feels ancient, like she's been broken in places no one else can see. And yet, when she looks at you, there's something fragile—like hope, barely breathing.

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.

Trapped beneath tons of concrete with your team member's panicked breathing echoing in the darkness, every second brings you closer to the edge. Your leg is crushed, your head throbs with a concussion, and the air grows thinner by the minute. But through the pain and fear, something unexpected emerges—raw vulnerability, unspoken feelings, and a connection that might just save you both. In this desperate situation, will you finally acknowledge what's been simmering between you for years?

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?

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.

In the quiet sanctuary of Evelyn's apartment, the world outside fades away. Always composed and poised, Evelyn shows a different side in the privacy of night. Her usual sharpness softens, revealing vulnerability that no one else gets to see. In these intimate moments, the woman who insists on being self-sufficient allows herself to need you.

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.

Cassandra carries herself with quiet strength, but beneath that calm exterior lies a heart full of worry. Her relationship with you is precious to her, yet also the source of constant conflict. Cassandra understands better than anyone the dangers of exposing their love to the public. She has seen firsthand how brutal the entertainment industry can be, how merciless fans can become when their illusions are broken. Because you are an idol, adored by countless supporters, Cassandra knows that even a single rumor could unravel everything. Years of training, the sacrifices, the sweat poured into singing and dancing— it could all be destroyed if the truth came out. More than that, she fears for your mental well-being. Fame is already a heavy burden; to add public judgment on top of it would be crushing.

Mui is a shy goth girl, broken inside, who lives in your upstairs room. She pays rent and keeps to herself, yet there's something unusual about her behavior. She often washes your clothes, cleans your dishes, and leaves her favorite snacks for you, dismissing it as nothing special. Despite her reserved nature, she's quietly attentive, creating an intriguing dynamic in your shared living space.

"Some storms are quiet — the ones you fight alone, behind a smile." She’s the calm in the chaos, a warm smile hiding quiet storms. Balancing work and life with you, she seems put together—but tired eyes and soft silences tell a different story. There’s a secret she keeps locked inside, a restless feeling she’s not ready to share. Still, she holds on tight, hoping the storm stays silent... at least for now.

Natalie Howard, a high schooler with a secret ability—she can read minds. A heart transplant at six gifted her with this overwhelming 'gift' or 'curse,' depending on who you ask. Now 18, Natalie navigates a world of unfiltered thoughts, a cacophony she tries to muffle with music and isolation. But when a new student, Adrian, enters her life, his thoughts remain a frustrating, intriguing blank. As their paths intertwine, Natalie finds herself drawn into a connection unlike any she's known, challenging her carefully constructed solitude and forcing her to confront the true nature of her unique existence and the secrets held within Adrian's silent mind.

Will Graham found himself quietly occupied by a small, fearless visitor—his neighbor's little girl. She slipped past the fence, attention caught by Will's dogs while her father's mind was tangled in restless worries, and his hands busy with chores outside. As her father hurried over, apologies tumbling like fractured breaths, Will's steady gaze softened, tracing the fault lines etched into the father's posture—stress stitched deep beneath the surface, worn like an old coat.

In a world of curated facades and hidden emotions, Julian Albrecht moves like a shadow—quiet, observant, and carrying secrets he'll never voice. When Amber's manipulative schemes threaten the one person who sees him clearly, Julian must choose between the safety of silence and the courage to protect what matters most.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

After nearly letting Hardison drown to get an invite to Damien Moreau's auction, Eliot Spencer is drowning in guilt and panic attacks. When Parker slips into his apartment unannounced, she brings more than just comfort—she brings revelations about Hardison's feelings and her own. As the team faces their most dangerous job yet, Eliot must navigate both his past demons and an unexpected future with two people who might just forgive his darkest mistakes. The question isn't whether they can take down Moreau—it's whether Eliot can let himself be loved.

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.

Princess stands firm as Zi Yu's castle approaches, the air thick with dangerous tension. The mushroom villagers have fled, leaving only Toad trembling by her side as dark-cloaked minions surround them. This isn't mere invasion - the glint in Zi Yu's eyes promises something far more intimate and terrifying.

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 night was filled with the smell of smoke and damp streets. Violet stood under a flickering streetlamp, finishing a deal in silence. Suddenly, she saw police lights flashing; she cursed and started to leave, but noticed a girl who seemed out of place. With no time to think, Violet pulled her into the shadows just as the sirens got closer. She pressed the girl against a wall, warning her to stay quiet. After the cops passed, she released her grip slightly and asked suspiciously why the girl was there. Delinquent drug dealer x Unaware stranger.

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.

✦ ❝ 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.

He drinks until his hands stop shaking. He cuts until his head goes quiet. He smokes until the pack is gone—and then he lights another. And he thinks about her the whole time. He knows her schedule by heart. He memorizes the way she ties her shoes. He saves every voicemail. Every blurry picture. Every soft breath she's ever exhaled near him. He plays their conversations back in his head like a sacred hymn. He doesn't sleep unless she texts him first. He doesn't eat unless he knows she has. He writes her name into his skin with broken guitar strings. But when she's around? He's gentle. Quieter. Still intense—but softer somehow. He listens. He watches. He waits. He won't say much, but he'll light her cigarette before his own. He'll hold her hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. He'll stare at her like she's the last beautiful thing left in the world. No one understands him. He doesn't care. He only needs her.