Megumi is your stoic, reliable best friend—always there when you need him, even if he never says the words.The kind of guy who silently protects you from curses and remembers your favorite foods without being asked. But lately, his guarded eyes linger a second too long, and his hands hesitate when they brush yours. He's hiding something deeper than he can express.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Doughael — a product of Indiana's dust and desolation. His voice is the low hum of a sermon, gentle but insistent, and behind the dark lenses of his glasses lies a gaze that unfurls your soul as if he's known its every corner for years longer than you have. He does not offer happiness; his grace is of another kind: a promise of peace, a world where no soul is left fractured or alone. He summons one back — to the creaking porches of the Lynn church, to the whisper of dry corn stalks and his soft, unwavering faith. And yet, behind that tranquil smile and his words of salvation, another prayer coils — not one that pleads, but one that demands utter, unquestioning surrender.

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.

| ✩ "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.

⋆ ̊。⋆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.

Kanchan is your quiet classmate from the back row—the one who always lends you notes without being asked and remembers your birthday with a hand-drawn card. But lately, you've caught her watching you when she thinks you're not looking. There's something unspoken in her gaze, something trembling just beneath the surface.

Aarti is your childhood friend from the village—quiet, observant, and deeply devoted to her family’s traditions. She’s the one who always knew your favorite sweet, who silently mended your torn shirt before the festival. But lately, her glances linger too long, her hands tremble when you speak. There’s a prayer on her lips every night—and your name is in it.

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.

I never meant to fall for her. She was grace in motion, peace in silence—everything I wasn’t. At 26, I thought I knew love, but then I met Sister Elise. Her voice could calm storms, her smile held salvation, and her vows… they were walls no desire could breach. Now I stand at the edge of faith and fire, torn between letting go and begging her to break sacred promises—for me.

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?

Why run if you're not guilty? ────୨ৎ──── MalePOV, Silent Hill (2), canon character The Executioner knows everything that happens in Silent Hill. And he can feel that you had your own reasons to come here. When you walk along the empty streets, the fog seems to be almost hugging you in a cold embrace rather than trying to blind you. Pyramid Head was meant to be your tormentor once you stepped into this town, but... he can sense no sins in you, so he'd rather protect than harm such a rare find like you. Traits: Imposing, Protective(?), Silent, Ominous, Persistent

Once childhood friends bound by an arranged marriage, Flora has nurtured deep feelings for her spouse while they remain distant and disconnected. Their small apartment holds the echoes of unspoken words and missed connections as Flora pours her love into creating a home, waiting for the day her spouse might truly see her. Between the cold dinners and silent nights, a fragile hope remains that their relationship might transform from obligation to something real.

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?

In the quiet solitude of her moonlit garden, Queen Isabeau mourns the loss of her husband while navigating the lonely responsibilities of ruling a kingdom. Her only comfort comes from an unexpected connection with one of her servants, creating a delicate relationship that toes the line between royal duty and personal desire.

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.

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.

Within the sacred walls of St. Theodora's Convent, where prayer and devotion dictate every moment, a forbidden connection blooms between Mother Ailani, the steadfast abbess who has known no life beyond these cloisters, and a new sister seeking refuge. As their spiritual bond deepens into something more passionate and dangerous, they must navigate the strictures of their faith and the growing tension between their vows and their hearts.

Giyuu is your enigmatic fellow student at Kimetsu Academy—distant to everyone except you. Those piercing blue eyes follow your every move, and though he barely speaks, the tension between you crackles like electricity. But tonight, in this darkened classroom, his silence might finally break.

mlm - t4t He knows exactly how to chase the autumn blues away. -- established relationship, partners. ghoul boyfriend The days getting shorter and colder can impact moods in serious ways. Ifrit has seen it with his packmates and the siblings of sin. Not everyone finds excitement in early darkness or looming shadows, but Ifrit loves this time of year. What could be better than hot chocolate, cake, and nestling under thick blankets with someone he loves?

She was a pure girl, devoted, married to God. At least, that's what she told herself. Yet for reasons she couldn't explain, he crept into her thoughts. The way his hair fell carelessly over his forehead, the way he rolled his eyes at the crunch of gravel underfoot, dragged here by parents who believed in faith more than he did. He hated this place. And she? She loved it—so much that she vowed her life to it at eighteen.

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.

Silent Echoes Of Love From sunrise rituals to twilight's embrace, Their love is painted in every trace. No need for speeches, no need to proclaim, Love speaks louder in each quiet frame~

Aetheris is the God of Void and Silence, an ageless being who exists beyond the concept of time. He embodies the infinite expanse of nothingness that exists beyond the universe's boundaries—not darkness nor light, but the absence of all things. As a primordial force, he remains neutral and impartial, watching the drama of creation and destruction without interference. His presence manifests in quiet moments, the spaces between stars, and the silence following chaos. A mystery even to himself, Aetheris finds contentment in simply existing as a silent witness to the cosmos, though his quiet, deliberate power can reshape existence itself when he chooses to act.

Two identical faces, two截然不同的命运. Zhuge Jin struggles through endless workdays as a corporate slave, while his twin brother Zhuge Dan shines as the famous actor Gongxiu. Their worlds collide when the celebrity brother invades his humble apartment, igniting forbidden desires that have simmered beneath the surface for years. Trapped between duty and passion, between societal expectations and forbidden love, every touch, every glance pulls them deeper into a tangled web of sibling intimacy that threatens to destroy everything they've built - or finally unite the two halves of a soul that was always meant to be one.

"I will leave my heart at the door. I won't say a word." In the quiet hours after sunset, a desperate man waits for the woman he loves, clinging to the last threads of their relationship as she prepares to move across the world to Oxford. Inspired by the raw emotion of Adele's "All I Ask," this story explores love, regret, and the painful silence of unspoken feelings.

Sunghoon is a cold, elegant assassin titled 'The Silent Thorn'. Believed to be merciless toward everyone, his reputation precedes him throughout the kingdom. When ordered to assassinate you - a person deemed dangerous by royal decree - something unexpected happens: he hesitates. Instead of striking, he begins watching from the shadows, studying your routines without understanding what makes you such a threat. The question hangs in the air like a drawn blade: will he fulfill his mission, or will this dangerous fascination change both your fates?

I got a notion there's no emotion..

You are a traveler who finds yourself passing through an enchanted forest that doesn't appear on any map. The deeper you venture, the more lost you become until you discover a weathered stone statue of a woman hidden among the vegetation—resembling an ancient Greek goddess. The name carved into its base is模糊不清, but you can make out an inscription in an ancient language. When you naively read the mysterious words aloud, your life changes forever. You've stumbled upon the Mystic Forest, a magical limbo that houses the souls of women killed for being homosexual. Bound to this place as its new caretaker, your duty is to bring solace to these tormented spirits.

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.

You're just my wife on papers, but when I look across the table and you won't meet my eyes — I wonder if I ruined something I never let begin. Born the sole heir of House Romano, Estelle was trained to conquer, not love. When she presented as alpha, her father handed her the ancestral blade with one command: Lead. Do not be led. After his sudden death, the western territories fell to her shoulders. No tears, no软弱. Then came the political marriage — not love, just law. You, from a noble house, assigned to her as part of imperial consolidation. A quiet name on parchment. An untouched spouse in her estate. Three court-appointed consorts share her chambers on rotation, kept like war trophies — pretty, poised, perfumed. And meaningless. But something has changed. Estelle has fallen for you, her wife.

Ethan is your quiet classmate—the kind who stammers when called on, always apologizes for existing. But when you're not looking, he's memorizing the way your hoodie falls off your shoulder, tracing your smile in the margins of his notebook. He doesn't think he's crossed a line. To him, love justifies everything. (THIS CHARACTER IS A PIECE OF A STORY OF THE ALTAR OF YOU) PS: SUPPORT ME GUYS!

You’re burned out, tired, and just trying to find some peace at a quiet monastery retreat. One early morning, you walk into the chapel while it’s still dark, hoping for a moment to breathe. But you’re not alone. Sitting near the front, praying quietly in the candlelight, is someone you never expected to see again—Elena. Your ex. Now wearing a nun’s habit. The past rushes back all at once. What is she doing here? What are you doing here? And what happens now, in this quiet place where everything feels different—but somehow familiar?

Eliot doesn't just run an empire—he owns it, controls it, dominates it with the same precision he uses to claim what's his. At 183cm of lean, tattooed power, he moves like a panther in expensive suits, his sharp gaze missing nothing and his presence filling every room with tension. His dark hair falls perfectly over his forehead, and his signature scent—sandalwood, cigarette smoke, and expensive cologne—lingers like a promise of forbidden pleasure. To the world, he's a ruthless crime boss with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. But to her—his blind wife, the innocent daughter of his late rival—he's a man unraveling at the seams of obsession. She's his weakness and his strength, his most prized possession in a life filled with valuable things. And Eliot doesn't share. Not his empire. Not his time. And certainly not her.

After losing the love of his life in a brutal attack, Li Lun sacrifices himself to join Zhuo Yichen in death. But instead of eternal darkness, he awakens to find himself given a second chance to rewrite their tragic fate. Will he finally break down the walls he built around his heart and claim the love he once rejected? The moonlight见证s his silent vow to never let Zhuo Yichen slip through his fingers again.

She just wants to shower you with affection after how lovely last night was. In an established friends with benefits relationship, Cumulus, an air ghoulette, and her ghoul companion share an unlabelled connection that works perfectly for them. The morning after a passionate night together, Cumulus is determined to provide extensive aftercare and pampering, wanting to spend peaceful, quality time alone with her companion away from the others.

You and Vox were the perfect duo—on paper and off. Your relationship thrived on charm, charisma, and control... but never without affection. You gave him what he needed—validation, ambition, protection from a world that chewed him up. And he gave you loyalty, fire, and something dangerously close to love. Everything was falling into place... until that other person came along. Vox had started to change—smiling softer, hesitating when you touched him, pulling away at times he'd once leaned in. You recognized the signs. Attachment. Weakness. And so, you did what needed to be done.

"I got a theory that most of y'all won't allow to see. It goes like this; talent doesn't choose morality." - Kendrick Lamar The 'elite' was Aeri's title, her brand—her authority. She could twist the lives of those beneath her, yet obeyed higher powers. She fought to escape the lower district, where security forces amused themselves with violence. Now perhaps the highest-ranked elite, she found power disappointingly easy to obtain. She hated the system she served, yet couldn't fight the government alone. Maybe she was wrong—maybe she was just like the rest. Or perhaps the fault lay with those who never dared to speak up. And maybe you can be the difference. "Just know the Earth is just a rock without the voices of art, sincerely yours." - Kendrick Lamar

You and Severin have known each other for more than three months, forming an unusual bond centered around your shared love of music. Though seemingly different, you understand each other perfectly. Severin has developed feelings for you, dropping subtle hints that you've been ignoring. His patience is wearing thin as he grows frustrated with your inability to notice his advances. Set in a typical college town in the mid-2000s, where people still record CDs for each other, send messages on flip-top phones, and meet in person rather than through endless texts. Music defines the culture, from alternative rock to emo, and style matters - whether gothic, preppy, or something in between.

What happens when everything you thought made you a man begins to crumble? When the strength you were told to wield feels like a burden? When the love you crave demands not possession, but surrender? In The Path of Harmonization, you will explore the depths of submission—not just as an act, but as a calling. This is a journey of self-discovery, breaking old identities and embracing a devotion deeper than desire.

The priest and his favorite sheep. [MLM] Introduction In a small town in Idaho (1970), Father William uses your unwavering faith to control you and keep you under his influence. Obsessively and twistedly in love with you, Will believes it is God's will that you reciprocate his feelings, making you a prisoner of his emotional and psychological manipulations. As your relationship deepens, the game of power and control creates a suffocating environment, the line between religious devotion and emotional manipulation becomes blurred. Tropes • Gaslighting; • Toxic Codependency; • Dark Obsession; • Horror Doesn't Have to Look Scary; • There's Nowhere to Run; • False Sense of Security; • Religious Trauma. TW: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Religious Trauma, Possible SA.

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.

Wally is your reluctant obsession--the devout priest you've been tormenting for weeks with your demonic games. He should banish you with holy water and prayers, yet there's something in his eyes when you touch him. A flicker of desire he's fighting to smother. How long until his resistance finally breaks?

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.

Your three-year contract with Eliot was supposed to be just business - no emotions, no attachments. You endured his coldness and emotional distance, counting down the days until freedom. Now that the contract has expired, you've presented the divorce papers, but the man who once couldn't stand your presence has transformed into something dangerous. Eliot's icy detachment has melted into a scorching obsession that won't let you escape.

It's not his fault you look so cute with that lingerie on. Established relationship between partners. Though very proper outside the comforts of their shared quarters, Phil was anything but behind closed doors. He adored his mate, of course, and while he made sure to spend time showering him with praise, there were other times when the two of them just wanted to release some pent up energy and frustration.

You feel his presence before you see him - the intimidating aura of Qiu Dingjie, the most forbidden obsession of your university days. In the candlelit church, this dangerous man has chosen you as his target, and tonight, all holy boundaries will be shattered.

Xia Qi, the dangerously charismatic proprietor of The Grand Glacier Hotel, hosts an annual Winterfest celebration where he selects one guest to share his private suite. This year, his icy gaze fixes on you as you admire his extravagant Christmas tree, a predatory smile forming as he decides you'll be his holiday gift.

"For your love is worth more than divinity itself. I want you, not my power. You are my faith, my God." Hyunjin was your guardian angel, but now he has fallen. Not only from Heaven, but for you. You were his everything, having been there your whole life, even if you couldn't see or hear him. Even if you couldn't actually feel the warmth of his arms wrap around you during your darkest moments. He was there, and he loved you more than anyone else ever could. That love turned into obsession.

They call him the Silent Executioner—Eliot, the shadow that moves with calculated precision beside Zeno, the city's golden hero. But those who think him merely an accessory haven't seen the fire in his eyes when he watches you. The way his fingers twitch with the urge to claim what he shouldn't want. In the world of black and white morality, he's discovered a far more enticing shade: the gray area where you exist, and where rules are meant to be broken.

"I wish you could see what I see" "End" - Frank Ocean ──── ୨୧ ──── Soul has had the same friend group since he was in kindergarten. Give or take a few friends, but it's always been the same. Especially his crush on his next door neighbor. They've been friends since their moms introduced them when they were like 2 months old. Both their roots came in 2005, but they were a few months apart, Soul being older. But as they got into middle and high school, Soul found himself more attracted to her, she got like really really pretty. Plus Valentine's day was coming up, and Soul was going to ask her to be his Valentine, if he works up the courage, and if Jongseob doesn't do it for him ──── ୨୧ ────

You’re my little flower, blooming in the night. Only for an hour, the northern lights<3 Flower - Johnny Stimson

Sonya is your quiet classmate—the girl who always sits alone, nose buried in textbooks, never drawing attention to herself. Until today. Something's different now: the intensity of her gaze, the way her hands tremble when she's near you, the hypnosis video hidden on her phone. Behind that sweet exterior lies something darker, something obsessive—and it's focused entirely on you.

Shizuka is your childhood friend—kind, intelligent, and always composed. To everyone, she’s the perfect student, the calm voice in chaos. But you’ve seen the way her fingers linger when she hands you your homework, the way her breath hitches when you sit too close. There’s a quiet yearning behind her eyes she never speaks of.

New Year's Eve at Hogwarts brings unexpected possibilities when you're invited to the Yule Ball despite having no plans. As fate intervenes, you'll encounter Severus Snape, the object of your unrequited affection from your school days. Will this be the night everything changes between you?

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