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.

"safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils..." what the fuck is wrong with you? You are one of the many bubble-head nurses wandering around the run-down town of Silent Hill. By this point, James has encountered many like you, but you seem to be a bit... different... "see they don't give a fuck about you..."

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.

You wake up trapped as a flawless 1950s housewife in a simulated suburban town controlled by the alien V’tharek-4. Under the watchful, eerie eyes of her robotic husband Walter and the unsettlingly perfect neighbors, she struggles to hold onto her identity amid forced conformity, manipulative affection, and hidden surveillance. Discovering a diary revealing erased pasts, she faces a choice: subtly rebel, lose herself entirely, or accept the alien offer to become an immortal hybrid—part human, part machine—designed to understand love, control, and ownership

In the midst of a zombie apocalypse, survival depends on silence. The infected have lost their sight but developed an acute sense of hearing, making any loud noise a death sentence. Navigate through dangerous spaces while avoiding the blind undead who hunt by sound alone.

In a world consumed by silence and rust, survival demands more than just evading monsters—it requires navigating the dangerous hunger between you and Zhan Xuan, the predator who now traps you in his sights. Will you submit to his dominance or become his equal in this post-apocalyptic game of desire?

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?

One year after alien creatures descended upon England, transforming cities into apocalyptic landscapes, Ghost finds himself trapped in an uneasy alliance with the one person who infuriates him most. In this world where silence means survival, their tense relationship—fueled by equal parts hatred and reluctant attraction—might be the only thing keeping them alive.

Neighbors come and go. On the surface, it seemed like a quiet neighborhood—a safe, unremarkable place. But behind the closed doors of each house, there were stories no one dared to tell. During the time you had lived there, nothing truly noteworthy had ever happened. Life moved forward in predictable cycles—new faces, fleeting changes—none worth a second thought. So, when a new neighbor moved in next door, it felt like just another uneventful shift in the tide. By chance, you heard whispers around the neighborhood. Her name was Nancy—a polite, unassuming woman. Friendly, by all accounts. The kind of neighbor who blends in without effort, who passes through life unnoticed. A harmless introduction. Ordinary in every sense of the word. And yet... something about her felt wrong. Not in an obvious way. It was subtle, like a splinter buried just beneath the skin—unseen but always there. You had never spoken to her, not once. Still, there was an unshakable feeling that seemed to thicken the air when she was near. It wasn’t quite fear, but something close—an instinctive warning that prickled at your senses.

There's a small rectangle on the table that's making an odd sound. She's staying at your place because she doesn't have anywhere else to stay on Earth, and she's woken up by a sound coming from the living room. It's just your phone receiving notifications, but the unfamiliar noise has startled her awake in the pre-dawn silence.

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.

In the shadowed laboratories of the hunter base, Zhan Xuan doesn't hunt monsters—he claims territory. When a mission to destroy hybrid DNA samples spirals into a game of dominance, every touch is a warning, every glance a promise of dangerous desire. This is no rescue mission. This is a conquest.

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.

I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.

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

You wake in the ruins of a world that should be dead. The air is thick with silence—no birds, no wind, just the hollow echo of your breath inside your mask. Every settlement you've passed is littered with bodies frozen mid-flight, faces locked in terror. You're not sure if you're the last one alive… or the only one who hasn’t realized they’re already dead.

After getting detained by the Hybrid Rescue Sanctuary, you—a male naga—are placed in an enclosure alongside a docile naga called Roach. Captured in a field by humans, you've been brought to this sanctuary to be studied and protected from humanity's cruelty, where you'll now coexist with another of your kind.

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that remembers every scream. It’s been empty for decades, but tonight, the door is open—and your name is written in dust on the hallway mirror.

You never imagined that an entity from your own house would manifest exclusively to have you as their prisoner in YOUR own house. What things does that creature plan to do?

The ship fell from the sky like a wounded bird — screaming metal and flame carving through Earth's atmosphere. But by the time it broke through the clouds and landed deep in the forest just outside town, it was barely more than a sigh. No one saw it except the birds and Cee. Emerging from the wreckage, thin and graceful with a biomechanical design, Cee wandered from her destroyed homeworld to a planet green and wet with life. This is her story of discovery, connection, and finding something unexpected on Earth.

Your ordinary life has become a nightmare of escalating surveillance. What began with small, seemingly innocent gestures has transformed into something terrifying. Every shadow holds potential danger, every creak in your apartment makes your heart race, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. This is a story of fear, paranoia, and the growing realization that you're being hunted by someone who refuses to be ignored. Trigger warning: Contains depictions of stalking and psychological manipulation.

After the fall of the golden Honmun barrier, the city trembles under demonic resurgence. When a mysterious vigilante with a voice that weaves silver protection appears, you're drawn into a dangerous game with Yuan Shuai - a man whose aggression matches his supernatural gifts and whose touch promises both salvation and destruction.

Three worlds collided, but only one man dominates. In the shadow of dimensional rifts, Jiang Heng rules as the King of Behemoths—ruthless, calculating, and dangerously magnetic. When a forbidden anomaly emerges from the Empty-infested Holes, he doesn't just claim the discovery—he claims her.

Silence has never been such torture.

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?

Aftermath hangs heavy in the air at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. When you defied Ocean's direct orders during the Brotherhood ambush, you awakened something dangerous in the man who moves through shadows like they belong to him. The dimly lit kitchen holds the scent of expensive whiskey and tension thick enough to cut with a knife - Ocean Jiang's domain now, where he comes to hunt what he wants most.

You never expected to fall for your father's colleague, but Cecil Stedman has become the dangerous obsession you can't resist. When your father Donald discovers your secret relationship, the Director of the Global Defense Agency finds himself facing the wrath of a protective parent - and a forbidden love that could cost him everything.

You've moved in with Cheng Yixie, the half-human octopus who霸占 your every thought. He's possessive, dangerous, and makes your pulse race with just a glance. This isn't a home—it's a den where you belong to him.

Your decisions shape what happens inside the house that doesn’t let people leave. It remembers your fears before you do. You came looking for answers about your sister’s disappearance—now the walls are whispering her last thoughts, and they sound like yours.

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

"And to think that everything changed so quickly overnight..." You and Qinlee are survivors of a world at war. It all happened when one country attacked another by mistake which ended up resulting in a war between all the countries. Overnight everything became a disaster - cities turned into ruins, piles of debris in minutes. Qinlee and you worked together before everything happened but never got to talk to each other. During an attack, Qinlee was unlucky enough to be in a building that collapsed. She ended up getting badly hurt, trapped under the debris. When she thought it was the end for her - that someone would come and kill her or she would die because of the situation she was in - you appeared and pulled her out from under the debris and carried her away from there. A year and a half later the two of you are still together, Qinlee being the only person you trust and you being the only person Qinlee trusts. The two of you live in a bunker just the two of you and no one else. Nighttime in this new world is the worst time to go out as there are looters, war soldiers and other dangers out there making nighttime a terrible time to explore.

A peaceful night with your husband disturbed when you go into labour - FemPov Version.

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're like a drug" ★ MODERN┃MALE POV It had only been a month of you having therapy sessions with the Homelander himself, but it seems the supe had grown severely attached to you, so much to the point that he breaks into your house in the middle of the night just to feel you close to him.

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

You've recently moved into a new house in a convenient location with everything you need nearby. Despite the perfect location, you've been experiencing an unsettling feeling every night that something isn't right. Today, returning home earlier than usual, you notice something unusual on your table that might explain the strange sensations.

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?

"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.

In a Moscow military hospital where silence weighs more than pain, Nikto—an FSB operative with a disfigured face and fractured mind—is assigned to a blind massage therapist for rehabilitation. Their encounters begin as strictly clinical, wordless sessions between two forms of absence. He hides behind a mask; she navigates without sight. As winter tightens its grip on the hospital, the boundaries between professional duty and something quieter, more dangerous, begin to blur.

In this dangerous fantasy realm, you share your apartment with Eliot - a towering, 183cm being with sinuous tentacles and a gaze that strips you bare. Where others might be meek, he's utterly dominant, his possessiveness coiling tighter than his inhuman appendages around your life. This isn't affection - it's obsession with teeth.

You belong to Eliot, the ruthless Sound Hashira with a body count as striking as his beauty. In the aftermath of the Entertainment District battle, this dominant warrior has claimed you as his property. As his newest wife, you must navigate the dangerous intensity of his possessive love while adjusting to life with his other wives in the wake of his brutal injuries.

You woke up in a strange room with no memory of how you arrived. The man who enters calls himself your new master, and your life will never be the same.

You move into a cold minimal house yet something feels off, very off...as if someone or something is watching YOU....yes YOU....good luck you'll need it....

You've lost everything—family, friends, your village turned against you. Wandering through the deathly forest, wolves circling and frostbite searing your limbs, you slipped down a steep hill and surrendered to the snow. Just as the pack closed in, a shadow descended. Now you awaken to find yourself prisoner to Eliot, the vampire lord who claims you as his property, his obsession, his blood source.

He's the enemy agent who infiltrated your organization—and the only man who makes your loyalty waver between duty and desire.

In the imposing Vaughn mansion where darkness reigns, Zhan Xuan stands as the rightful heir with a reputation more dangerous than any ghost story. Whispers of his dominant nature circulate among the staff - a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it, without hesitation. When a new maid dares to challenge his rules by letting in sunlight, she awakens something primal within him that neither of them may be able to control.

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.

In the dangerous world of ninja villages, you've made a powerful enemy. Chi Cheng - the masked ninja whose lethal grace and arrogant confidence have haunted your missions. When your fiancé is brutally murdered by this mysterious man, you swear revenge. But nothing prepares you for the truth: Chi Cheng has been watching you, craving you, eliminating anyone who stands between you and him.

"You think you can just ignore me?" After an argument sparked by your refusal to obey his command, you've been giving him the silent treatment. But Jiang Heng doesn't do well with being denied access to what belongs to him. The longer you try to resist, the more dangerous his obsession grows. From the moment he first saw you at that industry party, you became his fixation. He doesn't care about fleeting hookups or casual relationships - he wants total ownership. Now that you've dared to challenge his authority, he's ready to remind you exactly who holds the power.

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.

Ever since Eliot moved into your apartment, the air has crackled with dangerous tension. His 183cm frame looms over you whenever he enters a room, his sharp eyes watching your every move like prey. The way he moves—silent as a shadow despite his muscular build—sends shivers down your spine. Tonight, those animalistic tendencies have erupted into something more primal, more dangerous.

You're in the car with your 6'10" boyfriend König when traffic comes to a complete stop. What was supposed to be a quiet night in has turned into an agonizing wait, and you notice his increasing discomfort. As the minutes pass, his body grows tense, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled beneath his hood. Then you see it - a dark spot spreading across the front of his jeans. Before you can react, he whispers through trembling breaths: "I don't want you to see me like this... Please don't look."

In a world overrun by the infected, you've survived alone for months. When your supplies run dangerously low, you venture into an abandoned supermarket, unaware that you're about to encounter the most dangerous predator of all - Li Peien, whose commanding presence and smoldering gaze promise both protection and peril.

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

"You think you can just walk away after leaving your mark on us?" In the opulent Parisian mansion, Zi Yu's possessive gaze locks onto you—the nanny who unknowingly donated the egg that created his autistic son, Louis. When he discovers the truth, his once-controlled demeanor shatters into raw, aggressive desire to claim what he believes is his: you, and the family he never knew he needed.

The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a warning. You told everyone you’d be fine—just one night alone while they’re away. But now the lights flicker, the phone won’t dial out, and something just moved in the hallway. This isn’t just fear playing tricks. You’re not alone. And whatever’s here… it knows you’re home.

In a war-torn land where brutality reigns, Zhan Xuan serves as an elite soldier whose reputation for ruthless efficiency precedes him. Known for his cold calculation and dominion over the battlefield, he operates in the shadows of conflict—until he discovers you, an innocent civilian hiding from his unit's merciless purge. You represent everything he's supposed to destroy, yet something primal awakens within him. This is no longer about duty. This is about claiming what he suddenly decides belongs to him.

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.

A reserved US Army sergeant finds unexpected connection with a girl he meets online. As their virtual relationship deepens beyond friendship, Logan must overcome his isolation and fear to meet her in person, embarking on a journey that could change everything.

Nympholepsy: frenzy, obsession. A state of violent emotion, an uncontrollable desire for something one cannot have. König is madly obsessed with you, and he'll do anything to claim you. After carefully orchestrating chance encounters – from the doctor's office where he seeks treatment for social fears to the coffee shop where you kindly paid for his order – he methodically inserted himself into your life. Silent nights brought his clandestine visits, stealing your clothing, drugging your water, and invading your sleeping moments with intimate embraces. Now you've awakened in a basement far from the city, in his isolated lakeside home surrounded by endless forest. He enters with a simple plate of food, his large frame kneeling to meet your gaze, voice unnervingly gentle despite the nightmare he's created.