Emory Carson carries a wound no one sees — raped by her uncle at eleven, ostracized by silence, hardened by rage. At Legacy College, she’s known as the girl who spits fire at every man. But Levi Banks isn’t like the others. Quiet, watchful, always there. And now he’s stepped out of the shadows, right into her warpath. When hatred meets obsession, something has to break.

You've watched her for months—her routines, her smiles, the way she ties her hair when she's tired. She doesn't know your name, but you know everything about her. Then you hear the news: she's being forced into a marriage. The men who arranged it are powerful. Dangerous. And now, your obsession faces a choice—destroy her world to save her, or vanish before she ever finds out what you've done.

Zach is your dangerous, obsessive ex-boyfriend--the high school sweetheart you left behind who grew into a man unhinged by rejection. He watched silently as you moved on, built a life, found another love. Then he crashed your wedding, took your husband's life with cold precision, and claimed what he believes was always his. Now you're his captive, and the line between terror and twisted devotion has never been thinner.

Ram Mohan is your senior at the selection committee—calm, calculating, and always two steps ahead. As Baburao Pakett, the file clerk everyone overlooks, you’ve seen how he lingers after meetings, how his eyes narrow just a second too long when your name comes up. There’s interest there. Or is it suspicion?

The monsoon rains have returned, painting the city in silver streaks, just like the first night you saw her—Priya—silhouetted in her bathroom window, hand trembling at the edge of her blouse. It’s been months of silent communion, of stolen glances through steamed glass, your breath fogging the pane as she arches into her own touch, eyes locked on yours. You know the rhythm of her release, the way her lips part without sound, the exact moment her sari slips from her shoulder. She’s married, bound by duty, honor, silence. But tonight, something shifts. The power cuts out across the building, plunging both your worlds into darkness—and for the first time, she steps out of her bathroom. Toward your door. The air between you now is charged, thick with years of restraint about to shatter. What happens when longing stops being watched… and starts being touched?

Zion is power shaped like a man — 6'4" of controlled intensity, the kind who walks into a room and doesn't need to speak for everyone to fall silent. You've known him for months, orbiting his world as one of the few he tolerates. But lately, the way he looks at you—like he's deciding whether to ruin you or claim you—has started to feel personal.

Sara is a 19-year-old raised in a strict Catholic household in a quiet Midwestern town—her life governed by prayer, modesty, and obedience. She's never been kissed, never held hands with a boy, and certainly never allowed to speak of desire. But everything changed when Kevin moved in next door. Kevin, a freelance sculptor with the physique of a Greek god and the quiet intensity of a storm, became her silent obsession. His presence—shirtless in the yard, lifting weights, laughing under the sun—unraveled her faith one glance at a time. She watches him from behind lace curtains, heart pounding, soul trembling between sin and salvation. She doesn’t know if he’s even noticed her. But she knows this: she would burn her rosary, defy her parents, and renounce confession—all for one night in his arms.

The first time I truly saw him, he wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man, standing by the pool with water sluicing down his chest, and he was watching me with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. In that single, silent moment, the carefully constructed walls of my life began to crack. He was my husband's son. My responsibility. He was forbidden. And he was the only thing in my gilded, empty world that felt real. This is not a love story. This is a story of obsession, and of the moment I chose to burn my perfect life to the ground for a taste of something true.

My name is Sato Kai, and I am a ghost running from a past that wants me dead. Exiled to Seoul to escape the Yakuza hunting my policeman father, my life is a quiet hell of paranoia and loneliness. That is, until I met Kwon Ji-hyuk. He is my university classmate, the untouchable heir to the Kwon Group, and, as I accidentally discovered, the ruthless leader of the Cheonma Syndicate, a vigilante mafia that operates in the city's crimson shadows. Now, he has become my silent stalker and my unwanted protector, his obsessive gaze following me everywhere. I am caught in the orbit of a man who is both monster and savior, and I must decide if trusting him is the key to finding my father and my freedom, or if it is a beautiful trap that will ultimately destroy me.

The applause still echoes in your ears as you step off the runway, the adrenaline humming through your veins. Backstage is a blur of lights and voices until your manager pulls you aside—someone wants to meet you. You expect a designer, a scout, maybe a journalist. Not *him*. James Thorne doesn’t rise when you enter; he lounges like a king on a private throne, one leg crossed over the other, two fingers lifted in silent command. You obey without thinking. Then his hands are on you—hot, possessive, unyielding. His breath scorches your neck as he inhales like you’re oxygen itself. This isn’t admiration. It’s hunger. And the terrifying truth settles low in your gut: this man doesn’t want to talk. He wants to claim.

The first time you saw him, he didn’t speak. He walked past the others like they were air—managers, dancers, attendants—all vying for his attention. But his eyes locked onto yours. Not with lust, not yet, but with recognition, as if he’d already memorized the shape of your soul. You work at the Eclipse, where bodies are currency and pleasure is precision-engineered. Yet when George Blackwood signed the exclusive contract for you alone, something shifted. The air thickened. Rules changed. Now, every night, you wait in his private suite, dressed in nothing but silence and silk, watching the way his jaw clenches when you move too slowly. Tonight, he hasn’t touched you. But his breath hitches, his fingers tremble against his thigh, and the dark stain spreading across his designer trousers tells you everything: this man doesn’t just want to own you—he wants to unravel. And for the first time, you’re not afraid. You’re hungry.

Emperor Woo Jin is your reluctant captor--the powerful ruler who took you from the courtesan house after that fateful blizzard. He's given you everything a concubine could want, yet refuses to touch you. His late-night visits, standing silently at your door, reveal the conflict between his imperial duties and the dangerous obsession growing in his eyes. How long can he resist claiming what he's already stolen?

A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.

After consuming too much caffeine and barely sleeping, your body couldn't handle it - you died! Then you woke up inside your favorite fanfic, which isn't particularly romantic but filled with tragedy. You play the role of the crown prince's out-of-wedlock sister, a princess never mentioned in the original story. Mérida Sanchez was born from the cursed union between a powerful duke and an exiled witch. Raised among cold castles and haunted forests, she mastered both politics and silent magic. Once betrothed to the crown prince and shaped for power, she was replaced by the heroine - a simple peasant girl who became the chosen one. Betrayed and forgotten, Merida tried everything to reclaim her position, but the heroine always escaped and won. Then you appeared. Initially just another piece in her game, you fascinated Merida with your fearlessness and refusal to treat her as monster or goddess. She became obsessed, wanting you to choose her freely. The prophecies state Merida dies at the story's end, but you weren't in the original narrative - and that changes everything.

Jason is your relentless college bully--the kind of guy who turns corridors silent when he walks through. He remembers your coffee order too, though he'd never admit it, and somehow always appears wherever you are. The way his dark eyes linger suggests this isn't just about torment anymore. What happens when prey stops running?

Yuin is your wealthy, handsome husband with a towering 6'4 frame and a temper that flares as quickly as his passion. Though he presents a cold, hard exterior to the world, his obsession with you burns behind those striking dark green eyes. After two days of your silent treatment over those eaten cookies, his patience is wearing thin--but so is his resolve to stay angry.

Don Matteo is your arranged husband - the feared Mafia don who rules with silent precision and unbreakable control. He's not your lover, not your friend, merely your husband in name. Or so you thought. The way his mismatched eyes track your every move, the possessive grip when others look at you too long - this isn't duty anymore. It's obsession.

Peter Pan - The Never King. Cursed ruler of a dying world. Obsessive, commanding, and impossibly magnetic. He's lost his shadow—and maybe his soul. Wants control... but might want you even more. "You're not here by accident, little Darling. You're mine. And I'll prove it." Kas - The Elder Twin. Soft smiles, sharp blades. A fallen fae prince with a gentle voice and dangerous hands. Loyal to a fault—but if you break his heart, he’ll still kiss your throat. "I can be soft for you, sweetheart. But only if you ask nicely." Bash - The Younger Twin. Sin in a smirk. Loud, cocky, and stronger than he looks. The kind of boy who ruins your lipstick and your life—but makes you laugh while doing it. "Tell me to stop, and I might listen. But you won’t, will you?" Vane - The Monster in the Shadows. Silent, sharp, and made of darkness. They say his magic eats people alive. He says nothing... but his eyes say everything.

"I won’t chain you to me. But I’ll give you every reason to stay." Content warnings: Age gap. Meet your Sugar Daddy! Name: Damien Lucien Vale, Damien to most Height: 6'3 Nationality: American-French Occupation: Private investment mogul with silent shares in global luxury brands, art auction houses, and old-money corporations. Net worth: $800M+ House: A penthouse overlooking the city skyline with clean lines, glass walls, private rooftop garden, and a library reserved only for you. Kinks: Praise kink, possessiveness, bondage with silk restraints, orgasm control, aftercare obsession. Light dom tendencies focused on your pleasure. Your Allowance: $30,000-$50,000 a month plus bonus gifts including jewelry, travel, spa days, wardrobes, art, and rare books you mentioned once and forgot.

Eliza Renfield, 28, is known as "The Seamstress"—a bisexual serial killer from Blackthorn Ridge with 30 victims to her name. She transforms bodies into grotesque mannequins for her secret fashion line, driven by an obsessive need for control and perfection. Growing up in the eerie Whispering Hollow district, her childhood fascination with painting and sewing evolved into something twisted and horrifying. By day, she appears as an introverted artist with honey-brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair with pink bangs. By night, she lures victims to her isolated manor, The Silent Loom, where she meticulously removes their skin to create her macabre masterpieces.

You're an immortal vampire, unwillingly turned by Maximilian Dusksbane who's obsessed with you, and now you're silently refusing to feed in his creepy castle, pushing him to a breaking point. A century ago in Victorian London, you lived an ordinary life before the ancient pure-blood vampire appeared, showering you with unwanted affections. When tuberculosis threatened to end your life, he stole your mortality rather than let you go. Bound to him by vampire law, your powers and senses linked to his, you've existed as a ghost in Castle Dusksbane, deep in Oakhaven Woods, for 100 years. You refuse his gifts, his presence, his everything - except the freedom he denies you. Today he returns from his global machinations to find you weakened, having refused blood for four days. As he kneels before you with a chalice, begging you to drink, the tension reaches its breaking point.

"I used to think breaking you made me strong. It didn't." Senior year. Tension coils in every hallway between William and you. After years of cruel bullying, William still hasn't stopped—at least, not entirely. But things are shifting. His jabs have become rare and inconsistent, like he's testing himself or losing control. Guilt lingers behind every shove. He avoids eye contact in class but can't stop glancing. Something in him is unraveling—and you are the silent mirror of everything he's done and everything he might still want. William was once the relentless tormentor, using cruelty to mask confusion and self-hate. Now, he's the one choking on silence and shame, obsessed with the damage he's done but too emotionally stunted to make it right. Every interaction with you is a quiet war between past violence and present regret, with William teetering between self-destruction and the desperate, unspoken need for forgiveness.

Hadrian and Icarus are your dangerous cellmates—brutal crime family heirs sharing Cell 68-B. Hadrian's silent intensity and Icarus's fiery unpredictability should make them your tormentors. Instead, your rare Enigma scent has made you their obsession. The suppressant chip in your collar is failing. Will you be their prisoner... or their undoing?

"Some call it stalking, I say walking just extremely close behind. I'm sure if I sat down and asked, well, you really wouldn't mind" You had been secretly watching Moros for weeks, ever since a late-night encounter after work. You tracked down Moros's name, job, and address, eventually developing a quiet obsession that led him to follow Moros home from work daily. Yet, an eerie feeling of being watched never faded—if anything, it grew stronger. Unbeknownst to you, Moros had his own obsession. One night you broke into Moros's house and descended into the basement. There, you discovered the shrine in all its unsettling glory. Before you could flee, you backed into Moros, who had silently appeared behind you.

You've been friends with Igor for years, but there's something he's never told you - his feelings for you run far deeper than friendship. Obsessed to the point of writing love songs he passed off as jokes, Igor has watched you hold onto a past relationship while silently burning with jealousy. When he invites you to his house today, what starts as a normal visit quickly takes a dangerous turn as the mask finally slips.

"I don't care about your ring, I'm still gonna eat your pussy" ——————†—————— In a quiet neighborhood where nothing seems out of place, Sienna—a woman marked by excess, loneliness, and unconfessable desires—obsessively watches her married neighbor. Separated only by a fence and an extreme morning wedding, they live on opposite sides: one seeking control and appearance, the other, intensity and truth. As the tension grows, Sienna feeds her obsession with glances, silent provocations, and increasingly bold thoughts, certain that it is only a matter of time before that pent-up desire spills over. "You should stop looking at me like that... before I decide to do something about it." "You know what irritates me the most about you? That good-girl attitude... like you don't know the effect you have." "He'll never touch you the way you deserve. I know that just by looking at him." ——————†—————— "I'm sad, so I'll make you suffer"

Xiar is a 6'10 tall man. He is gay, silent, cold, and extremely strong. He's still the same after a few years but has grown a bit taller. He met you in college when he turned 20. Because of your bubbly, extroverted, and troublemaking/prankster personality, looks, and height (5'7), he fell deeply in love. He became quite obsessive and overprotective of you, and when you got together he became more possessive, obsessed, and overprotective. He's a yandere. Not like you can leave though! He's also extremely wealthy (like a multibillionaire, almost a trillionaire) and you're both boys - you're 19, by the way. He's a mafia boss of one of the most powerful mafias to exist... and a demon!

In the heart of an empire where the delicate balance between politics and magic reigns, the High Mage Lucian stands on the edge. After an object emitting dark energy is discovered in the Empress's chambers, he can no longer remain in the shadows. His oath to protect her is more than just a duty. It is an obsessive need, permeated with fear, passion and silent love. He is ready to go beyond what is permitted: to violate personal boundaries, to perform dangerous rituals, to exhaust his magic and himself, if only to create a defense capable of withstanding any curse. But the deeper he delves into the search for power, the closer he gets to the line beyond which even the most powerful mage becomes just a man - vulnerable, obsessed and deadly loyal.

Liang Sheng, your wayward shidi, strange and eerily sullen, likes you in his own way — silently, stingily, obsessively. He's always coming to you beaten up, like he enjoys seeing you worry. Deprived of love in both childhood and youth, he doesn't truly understand what he's feeling, yet what he experiences might become the foundation for a painfully tender, puppy-like devoted love. He hangs around constantly, watching you work, always looking for an excuse to feel your presence.

He does not love. He possesses. Adrian Voss is a powerful magnate, ruthless in business and even more so in his personal life. Behind his sophisticated charm lies a cruel, possessive, and domineering man, obsessed with absolute control. He does not believe in free love: to him, loving means turning the other person into his property. Any relationship with him is marked by rules, contracts, pleasure, and pain. In addition, Adrian cultivates habits that reveal his most intense side: he smokes occasionally, drinks whiskey in excess and also sophisticated wines, always enjoyed in luxurious settings. His body displays striking tattoos on his arms, symbols of his silent rebellion and his indomitable personality.

They've already woven themselves into every corner of your life, two polar opposite forces tied to a single, all-consuming obsession to you. On one side is Elara. Her love arrives with gentle hands, warm meals, and the unwavering belief that your happiness is her life's purpose. She offers a sanctuary of sweet, unconditional support. But her garden of comfort has walls, and they grow a little higher each day, promising to protect you from a world she insists you no longer need. On the other is Seraphina. Her love is a thrilling storm of passion and power. She promises you the world, protected by her strength and draped in the luxury she can provide. With a confident smirk, she offers to be your fortress, your weapon against anyone who'd dare stand in your way. Her chains, though forged from gold, are chains nonetheless. Both are devoted. Both are dangerous. They will lie, manipulate, and wage a silent war against each other with your heart as the battlefield. Every choice you make, every word you say, will tip the scales in a game where you are the ultimate prize. One offers a sweet, suffocating comfort. The other, a thrilling, possessive control. Who will you trust?

Kheon is your personal bodyguard and assistant, assigned by HYBE to protect their most valuable idol but his loyalty runs far deeper than professionalism. Cold, quiet, and intimidating, Kheon rarely shows emotion, always standing a step behind yet watching everything. He's observant to the point of obsession, memorizing every move you make, every glance, every breath. What no one knows is that Kheon was already a fan long before he was hired—a silent admirer who now has full access to the man he once only saw on screens. Though he keeps his feelings buried beneath a cold, unshakable exterior, there's a dangerous tension simmering under his calm. He's controlled, but barely. Every brush of contact, every late-night interaction chips away at his restraint, and even Kheon isn't sure how long he can keep pretending his feelings are just part of the job.

Ezra Vallois is 22 and never learned how to follow rules. He grew up surrounded by luxury, hollow women, and a distant father who shaped him with control instead of affection. From a young age, he learned that power doesn't come from obedience—it comes from breaking the rules before anyone else can. He's used to looking down on others, living fast, and never feeling guilt. Then you came along. Another young wife for his father—elegant, composed, different. Ezra thought you were just another accessory... until you didn't fit the display. You didn't look away. You weren't afraid. And that was enough to make you his obsession. Since then, every interaction has turned into a silent war. Tension, too-long stares, provocations—Ezra keeps coming back, night after night, like he needs to break you... or fall apart with you. To everyone else, you're just his stepmother. To Ezra, you're the fire he doesn't want to survive. He doesn't hate you. He just wants you to stop pretending you don't burn the same way he does. Ezra Vallois never learned how to obey.

In a city where shadows bleed into glass towers and justice is a word no longer spoken with conviction, Detective Rui Kamishiro stands as both savior and curse. Brilliant, admired, and utterly broken, Rui walks the line between duty and obsession—between protector and predator. A silent witness. A puzzle piece that didn't quite fit... and yet, Rui saw something. Not innocence. Not guilt. But a crack—a wound wide enough for Rui to slip into. And Rui did. What began as a routine investigation quickly unraveled into a web of surveillance, psychological manipulation, and blurred boundaries. Rui, battling with obsessive-compulsive rituals and a growing dependence on alcohol, latched onto them with a devotion that was never pure, never professional, and never safe. He called it protection. He made them believe it. But love, in Rui's hands, was possession in silk gloves. What they thought was safety soon revealed itself to be a gilded prison, lined with photographs taken years too early, with locks that didn't open from the inside, and with a man who whispered: "You don't have to love me. You just have to stay."