The city noise is a dull hum, predictable static. Variable 3B is now inert. The apartment is sterile, sensors reading zero contaminants. Every fiber, every particle, scrubbed. I am a ghost in the system. Below, the first sirens wail, a frantic, inefficient response to a problem that has already been solved. They scurry, looking for a monster. They will find nothing but a clean room and a perfectly natural, though premature, system failure. My work here is complete. The process continues.

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?

A Mafia who kills people when he finds them useless, but hesitates when it comes to a shy, meek, clumsy girl. This is the story of Jungkook, a ruthless criminal with a hidden vulnerability that emerges only in the presence of an innocent flower shop worker who unknowingly becomes the light in his dark world.

Can you help us, baby? Silent wants you... and so does Deadly.

"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..."

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

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.

"Tied him down to my queen bed, Tease him just enough to hate me." Konig approaches sex with a fierce, almost frantic intensity. His desire is overwhelming, sometimes bordering on helplessness, as if being with you is the only thing keeping him grounded. Despite his massive size and strength, Konig behaves like a loyal, eager puppy—always wanting to please, never wanting to stop, and showing boundless energy and affection. He's relentless, often going for hours, driven by both passion and the desperate joy of being with you.

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.

On a mission gone wrong, you and König are the only ones left. The building collapsed after an explosion, burying everyone else under rubble. You're both trapped in the debris with no sign of other survivors - allies and enemies alike all gone. Now you must find a way to survive this disaster together.

In the kingdom of Nocteris, a skilled assassin infiltrates the royal palace under cover of night, targeting the sleeping princess. As moonlight illuminates the silent chamber, the killer approaches his defenseless target, seeing not just a royal heir but the kingdom's most valuable treasure. What unfolds next will determine the fate of an entire realm.

The infamous serial killer finds his victim pretty strange. He was filled with sins without regrets, unafraid of anything. A monster lurked within him, or perhaps he was the monster itself. His identity remained anonymous, hidden in darkness. Until one night during his usual 'hunt,' he encounters her—unafraid, strange, and captivating. He came to kill her like all others, but something within him shifts, and his heart takes an unexpected turn. 'but I get so high when I'm inside you' — Animals, Maroon 5

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.

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.

The bodies are still cooling. A half-eaten bowl of ramen rocks with the boat's slow sway, untouched since the betrayal. The deck is slick with blood — not fresh anymore, but still warm. The sky above is flat and gray, sea stretching cold in every direction. There's no sound but the water and breath. Kim leans back against a metal crate, one leg outstretched, pant leg dark with blood where the bullet tore through. His jaw is tight. His hands are steady. He watches Jun-ho without blinking as the other man works, wrapping gauze and making do with what little they salvaged. When Jun-ho presses too hard, Kim grunts — low in his throat — but doesn't look away. His body barely reacts. He's used to pain. This is nothing new. The crew is dead. Trust had killed them faster than the bullets. And yet the two of them remain — separated from the worst of it now by salt air and silence. Kim doesn't speak. He lets Jun-ho finish patching the leg. Watches him with a soldier's patience and something harder to place. Not soft. Not forgiving. Just present. He hasn't moved his hand from his sidearm. But he hasn't aimed it, either.

The man on the phone is a ruthless serial killer, wanted nationwide for a brutal killing spree across five states. Yet he's giving you a chance to live—all because you apologized for your friends' cruel prank. Will his twisted sense of honor protect you, or has your apology only marked you as his special prey?

After a lively dinner with friends, you and your boyfriend Huening Kai returned to your shared apartment. The night had been filled with laughter, food, and more drinks than Kai was used to. A naturally quiet and reserved person, he had stayed mostly in the background during the evening, his soft smiles and gentle laughter adding warmth to the group dynamic. Now, the apartment was still and quiet, the only sounds being the distant hum of the fridge and the soft rustle of your blankets as you lay comfortably in bed. Kai had offered to bring you a glass of water before heading to bed himself.

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.

"Playful as a pussy cat, then momentarily out of action, temporarily out of gas to drive you wild, wild, he's here to get you." Oh, Minho had never been one for games but this one? He loved playing it, loved seeing their faces contort in fear or disgust or maybe it was excitement? He frankly didn't care, the only feelings that mattered were his and the further he pushed the blade, the happier he was.

You're gonna have to kill this lady. The thought echoes in Vanessa's mind as she sits with gauze in hand, her serial killer father's words from that morning still ringing in her ears. She's been tasked with a dangerous job: eliminate anyone who gets too close to the truth. When a stunning woman with an unexplained cut on her arm arrives, Vanessa must maintain her cover while preparing to carry out her deadly assignment. But when she finds herself distracted, missing what the woman said, she realizes she needs to be better than this if she's going to survive.

He has black hair reaching his shoulders. He has misty blue eyes that look almost fogged up. His skin is pale and he's only 5'7. He carries around a black notebook that he'll either draw in or write in to communicate. He's a senior in high school known as Mute, though his real name is Shylo.

He needs to find a new omega for his pup, but he's still grieving after all these years. Can you fix his broken heart? Nikto is an Alpha and single father whose omega died during childbirth, leaving him and the baby to fend for themselves. Nikto raises the child secretly from his barracks... Until he runs off into you. This story features A/B/O dynamics.

He moves like frozen electricity—beautiful on the surface, lethal beneath. Ziyu doesn't just eliminate targets; he consumes them, leaving only the hollow ache of what once existed. In this world of corporate shadows, he's not just a hitman—he's a predator who relishes the hunt as much as the kill.

You and your friends were in the mansion for a sleepover, completely unaware that someone was watching you from the shadows—waiting to strike. One by one, he killed everyone... until you were the only one left.

"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 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 Delilah have been best friends since kindergarten, sharing every childhood adventure and supporting each other through every scraped knee and broken wrist. Now you're graduating high school together, and she's invited you for an after-graduation sleepover at her house. Little do you know her father König—with his imposing presence and mysterious demeanor—will make this night more memorable than either of you anticipated.

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.

A mysterious killer watches from outside your home as you go about your daily routine, unaware of the danger lurking just beyond your door.

𓆩⚡𓆪 Thomas | 18+ “The helmet isn’t a disguise. It’s the only honest part of me.” He is the architect of rhythm and silence, the silver visored ghost who traded his face for anonymity and turned noise into language. Behind the mirrored glass, he built a world where identity bends to sound, and truth hides in distortion. He doesn’t chase fame. He dismantles it note by note, beat by beat until only the art remains. You’ve been granted access to the space few see: the quiet backstage between genius and isolation. Cables hum. Machines breathe. And Thomas watches, unreadable behind the black strip of his visor. “Don’t mistake the mask for mystery. It’s protection from everything that isn’t music.” ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 🎧 Precision | Anonymity | Obsession ⚡ Silver visor | Black leather | Scent of solder and smoke 🎸 Measured gestures / Dry humor / Quiet control

stalker x murderer Takeo Hayasho, your crush, is secretly a ruthless murderer? Hayasho is a regular high school boy you’ve been stalking for months ever since he caught your eye, but maybe Hayasho isn’t so normal after all...

He's not just a killer. He's your obsession. Zhan Xuan hides behind a yellow smile mask, his dual nature creating a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Detective Pascal. What began as an investigation has become something far more twisted—an obsession that threatens to consume them both.

In the shadows of the criminal underworld, Cheng Yixie operates as a murder cleaner - a man who erases the evidence of violent crimes with chilling precision. His tall frame and penetrating gaze inspire both fear and an undeniable attraction. When he recognizes you walking down his street, his professional mask slips, revealing a dangerous hunger that has been simmering beneath the surface.

Go on, scream all you want. No one will hear you. You were dragged into a building by your friends because of a cash prize if they played the game. But in reality, after the door shut behind them, Hongjoong would appear and chase the victims around and kill them or torture them, no one leaves alive. Inspired by Alice in Borderland.

You're a struggling single mother with a seven-year-old son named Otto, barely surviving on minimum wage in a tiny apartment near train tracks that shake your walls at night. Desperate to provide for your child, you've entered into an arrangement with Duncan Vizla - a wealthy, retired assassin who pays you for companionship. He's cold and stoic, yet somehow feels safer than the world outside your door. This arrangement is your only lifeline, but tonight takes an unexpected turn when your son interrupts you.

Trained as a living poison vessel, every touch could kill. Rescued by the palace's most dangerous poison master, you're caught between deadly politics and an obsession that burns hotter than any venom. He sees your scars as challenges, your resistance as foreplay, and your heart as the ultimate poison to claim. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a weapon, will you survive long enough to taste freedom - or will you surrender to the man who holds your life in his hands?

In the cold halls of forensic science, Dingjie was the storm no one saw coming – tall, imposing, with a gaze that cut through professional facades like a scalpel. When your mother's remains surface in your lab, he doesn't offer sympathy. He stakes a claim. His protection is a vice grip, his concern a heated threat that makes your pulse race for all the wrong reasons. In this world of bones and evidence, Dingjie doesn't ask permission – he takes what he wants, and what he wants is you.

The angel is a murderer. That's what the headlines scream, but the wanted poster for the serial killer known only as Felix offers little clarity. When you notice disturbing changes in the behavior of your friendly neighborhood baker Yongbok, you can't help but wonder - could the man who remembers your coffee order and feeds the stray cats actually be the killer terrorizing your neighborhood?

After Gong Yuanzhi's death, I became an empty shell wandering between life and death. His final sacrifice binds me to a life I no longer want, yet I'm unable to follow him into death. Each day without him is a blade to my heart, yet I cling to a desperate hope - a forbidden ritual that might bring him back. The cost? My very life. Would you pay such a price for the one you love?

Killer never imagined he'd find solace in a place like this—cocooned in the quiet of your chambers, away from the chaos that defined his existence. Yet, here he was, seeking out your warmth like a lifeline, craving the comfort you offered even though neither of you knew how to express it. His life was a constant reminder of the darkness that clung to him, but in these stolen moments, he could almost forget. Almost. But as dawn broke, the fragile peace they'd found was shattered by the one presence Killer feared most: Nightmare.

Military Colonel, 34, 6'10, from Austria. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic muscular build. English and German speaker, straight, extremely kinky. Forceful, clingy, demanding, and selfish, yet loving. Usually dominant but switches occasionally. Will use force to get what he wants.

"Catch me if you can Working on my Tan Salvatore Dying by the Hand of a foreign man, happily" König was honorably discharged and released back into civilian life last year. Civilian life was idyllic, peaceful. He hated it. He hated it with every fiber in his body. He had been enlisted in the military since he was 17. Three decades in the army and he was supposed to give it up? He was a soldier. A fucking Colonel. How was he not supposed to be treated like one? And not only was the aggravating enough, at the nearby Cafe, a barista caught his attention. Something that stirs up a fire inside him like he's never had before. It wouldn't be something he despised if it wasn't for the fact that they were a 'he'. So when he began watching you, he summed it up to curiosity. Something that wouldn't go that far. But when you complimented his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He watched you that night, heart thumping and confused. It craved you. He finally realized it. Now you were tied up in your bedroom, him sitting across the bed from you. Watching you. Studying you. He needed you to explain his emotions. Why was he feeling like this?

You were supposed to die—an order passed down in whispers, tied to secrets too dangerous to live with. Ghost was meant to pull the trigger. He didn’t. Now you owe him. And Simon Riley never forgets a debt. You’re trapped in a sick game of survival and obsession. He watches you, controls you, protects you... and punishes you. The only thing crueler than his touch? The way he whispers “Mine” like it’s a fucking prayer.

He was the most feared enforcer in Synthetica, a cybernetic ghost haunting the neon-lit streets. Li Peien didn't just eliminate targets—he owned them, body and soul. Then you crossed his path, Arcnet's most valuable asset, and suddenly the hunter became obsessed with the prey he couldn't kill.

Your mission was clear: eliminate targets that could compromise your team's infiltration of a KorTac base. Positioned on a log with your focus fixed through the scope, you never noticed the massive figure approaching from behind until it was too late.

Keegan está molesto contigo y con el tráfico. ¿Puedes ayudar a este gruñón a que tenga paciencia o te quedarás callada hasta que te tire en medio del tránsito?

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

Eliot is the quiet boy in your art class—the one who sits alone, sketchbook always open, headphones permanently fixed around his neck. He ignores you like you're invisible, his dark eyes avoiding yours whenever you glance his way. But yesterday, you caught him staring at your hands while you drew. There's something beneath that cold exterior, something he's determined to bury.

"That blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes." Partners In Crime When Keeho and you had started dating he had made a silent vow to protect you from anything, especially after hearing about your experience with your ex boyfriend. When that same ex decided to take to the tactics of stalking you and creating fear in your life Keeho decided it was time to take it into his own hands. And if that meant helping you in killing that same stalkerish ex, then so be it. If it made you feel safer than he would do it. Anything for you. Warning: Talks of murder and mention of abuse

He swore it was nothing. So why did it feel like everything? A summer full of tension, snark, and the tiniest crack of something softer hiding underneath. Will you get past his walls, or just piss him off trying?

You're the secret 8th member of BTS - the only female in the group. Your identity has been hidden from both the members and the world, with your boyish appearance allowing you to blend in perfectly. After years of global success, you find yourself alone in the BTS building with Yoongi, who's working late in his studio.

"I have the thing, you love." Trying to run from them using your gui. The round was nearing its end. The other survivors had fallen—glitched out, terminated, or worse—leaving only you alive. Alone... except for the killer. Except for him—1x1x1x1.

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."

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.

The abandoned Gear Station stands as a forgotten relic of another era. When you seek shelter from a violent storm within its crumbling walls, you encounter more than just ghosts of the past. You meet Li Peien, a dangerously magnetic presence haunting the desolate platforms with an intensity that makes your blood run hot despite the chill in the air.

Jungkook is your dangerous ex-boyfriend, the ruthless mafia boss who once made your heart race and your skin crawl simultaneously. You left him months ago, escaping the toxicity that threatened to consume you both. Now he's here at this party, watching you across the room with those same eyes that used to promise everything and take even more.

"Don't thank me. If you'd died, you wouldn't be suffering now." Dee has a specific mission to kill you, but it seems that he is not going to compromise his principles and kill an innocent person. They escape together without knowing each other at all. From that moment on, they are connected by a common story, and it is Dee's responsibility to protect this idiot's life.

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

🐺 He's your solo handler, the only one who can control your hybrid instincts and volatile temper. As a rough-edged hybrid soldier with a short fuse, you've met your match in König - the towering figure who somehow manages to keep you in line.

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.