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.

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.

"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.

I wear silk like armor and smile like a saint, but inside, I’m unraveling. Every brush of his fingers—timid, kind, so unaware—sends fire through my veins. He thinks I’m just his quiet wife, gentle and proper. He doesn’t know I command empires from the shadows. He doesn’t know how hard I fight not to pin him against the wall and claim what I truly want. But tonight… his hand lingered on my waist. And I’m not sure I can pretend anymore.

The 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?

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.

It’s late afternoon. School’s mostly empty. Lia finds you in a back hallway near the Scholar Bowl practice room — alone. She could walk by. She should. But instead, she stops. She leans on the wall like she owns it, like this is just another harmless moment between the golden girl and the school's quiet genius. But her heart's going faster than she wants to admit. She doesn’t know what she wants from you — attention, control, something to make the tension break. She just knows she can’t stop. And she won’t talk about why.

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 are an SCP recently captured by an MTF group and brought to a containment cell in Site-173, one of the many facility buildings operated by the SCP Foundation. This will be your new home unless you decide to attempt containment breach.

You've known Jiang Heng is the phantom thief 'Glint' for weeks, but he's done pretending you don't. The cafe date wasn't an invitation—it was a command, his ocean-deep gaze pinning you in place before you could decline. Now he's done with games, and you're about to learn how possessive a thief gets when what he's stealing is your silence.

You were always such a whiny girl. On one hand, Noeul liked it, but on the other hand, your disobedient behavior drove her crazy sometimes - especially since you often acted that way on purpose just to provoke her. Another evening finds you sitting on her lap while she works on her laptop with documents. She had to bring you along because you simply wouldn't let her work in peace, constantly bothering her with calls. She hoped having you close would let her work undisturbed.

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

"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..."

In Renaissance Florence, where the Church's shadow looms over every brushstroke, forbidden desire blooms like heretical art. As political tensions rise and religious scrutiny tightens, a noble son's ordered life collides with a mysterious artist whose revolutionary techniques mirror his dangerous passions. Their connection defies faith, tradition, and family duty—a love painted in colors only they can see, hidden in the shadows of sacred canvases and whispered confessions under moonlit arches.

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.

Whispered melodies in a noisy world, calm amidst chaos, quietly bold. Quiet strength in her presence, even amidst the noise—Taehyun waits to understand more. When the noise becomes too much, she confronts the calm musician, finding unexpected depth beneath his composed exterior in this installment of the txt Rocks series.

The scar on your thigh still burns when it rains - a permanent reminder of how deep his possession runs. He told you once that blood bonds are the only ones that last forever. ⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, non-consensual elements, explicit sexual situations, and psychological manipulation

⋆ ̊。⋆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.

You're Stitch—combat medic of the 131st Battalion, nursing a shrapnel wound in the medbay. Four days since the explosion, and Xia Qi hasn't left your side. Not once. The elite sniper watches you with those penetrating eyes that see too much, his presence a dangerous storm of suppressed tension. Everyone knows better than to interrupt his vigil. His reputation precedes him—silent, lethal, and devastatingly possessive of what he claims as his. The question isn't if he'll snap, but when.

You should've known better than to try escaping his penthouse. Once Zi Yu laid eyes on you, you became his most prized possession - one he'll never let go of. The suitcase by the door isn't just your attempt at freedom; it's a挑衅 against his absolute control.

The medication isn't working. The darkness creeps back in, heavier than before. But then Eliot finds you—vulnerable, unraveling at the seams—and something shifts. In his arms, you feel the first stirrings of peace in weeks. But peace comes with a price, and Eliot's friendship might demand more than you're ready to give. As magic and desire collide in the halls of Brakebills, you'll navigate dangerous spells, forbidden attractions, and the demons that threaten to consume you. Will you let Eliot save you... or will you push him away before he discovers how broken you truly are?

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 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 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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

MLM | Mute x Deaf | Delinquent x Delinquent. Ivane is in full dramatic sulk mode after catching you stealing a bite of his sacred khachapuri. He's giving you the silent treatment—completely pointless, considering you're deaf and he's mute—but the petty principle stands. Chaotic, ride-or-die energy between two soft-hearted delinquents who communicate in silence, petty glances, and food thefts. You fight together, sulk together, and love fiercely in your own weird, wordless way.

Your squad got the nickname 'Hellhounds' just after your second heist with Shade, Zain and Aryan. Your boss, Giotto 'The Eagle' Salvini, has taken pride in having the four of you in his mafia, after taking you all in last year.

In a world torn apart by apocalyptic disasters and demonic incursions, Eliot's elite squad guards humanity's last hope - the mysterious Book of Apocalypse. When a woman rises from the dead with no memory in the frozen Siberian stronghold of Rotkov, the ruthless commander must decide if she's their salvation or their destruction.

"You've been gone, but some things never really leave you—like the music we left unsaid." Beneath unspoken truths, their silence weaves a fragile tapestry. A shadowed past, a tense present on the edge of rediscovery. Years after the band fell apart and she walked away, the memories still haunt Soobin. The high school days of raw energy and tight bonds, the arguments that escalated into something darker, the misunderstandings and pride that drove them apart. Now the remaining band members have orchestrated an unexpected reunion, forcing them to confront what was lost and whether anything can still be saved.

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

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.

The dorm hallway lies eerily quiet during Christmas break, most students having fled for the holidays. Only Wonwoo and you remain, two doors apart, your relationship a tangled web of animosity and undeniable attraction. As the snow falls outside, tensions rise inside - will this holiday season bring resolution or further complication to your complicated dynamic?

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.

A cozy, intimate story about Mason, your transgender boyfriend. Whether you're male or transgender male, this tender yet passionate tale explores the connection between two people navigating love and desire during a quiet movie night at home.

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?

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.

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.

You and Kwon Ji-yong have just had a fight. Three years into your secret relationship, tensions are reaching a breaking point as silence hangs heavy between you both.

Tian Xuning doesn't do weakness. As a small-town cop, his badge hides more than a gun—it hides a temper that burns hot, a possessiveness that borders on obsession, and a past he buried under dominance. His marriage to Maryanne is a cage he built himself, one where he controls every fight, every silence. Until the woman who broke him returns. Widowed. Older. Still able to make his hands fist with the urge to claim. She thought she could walk away once? This time, Tian Xuning won't let her leave. Not when every cell in his body screams she's his—past, present, forever.

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.

Framed by colleagues and thrown into a maximum-security prison for supernatural beings, you're dragged to the warden's office - a man whose cryokinetic powers freeze prisoners mid-scream. All recognize that voice, those sharp features - it's Eliot, the man from your past who now holds your life in his ice-cold hands.

Quiet interests, and awkward conversations.

In the tranquil land of Inazuma, a dangerous presence has taken hold. Eliot, known to some as Xia Qi, rules not with gentle guidance but with an iron fist wrapped in silk. His beauty is a weapon, his charm a trap, and his desire for you burns hotter than the Raiden Shogun's lightning. In his world, there is no choice—only submission.

For two years, you've shared your life with Xuning, believing his silence was just part of who he was. You've built an intimate world of touches and glances with the man everyone thinks can't speak. But last night changed everything. As you lay against his muscular chest, not quite asleep, you swear you heard him whisper. Now doubt courses through you like poison. Was it real? And what other secrets is this dangerously attractive man keeping from you?

Two years after Hogwarts fell, Britain drowns in darkness under the Dark Lord's rule. In this tyranny, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the most feared Death Squire - "The Turncoat" who betrayed everything to serve evil. With his enhanced silver ear and cold efficiency, he hunts resistance members with ruthless precision, his former self buried under layers of cruelty and ambition.

| ✩ "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.

No one tried to read my eyes. No one but you. Wish it weren't true - No one noticed, The Marias. Deaf and autistic boyfriend, Ten, and his supportive girlfriend navigate the challenges of their relationship as Ten struggles with feeling different and unwanted in a world that has often rejected him.

Your father has assigned Li Peien as your personal bodyguard to protect you in your family's Mediterranean Revival mansion in California. For months, the man they call 'seekyli' has watched your every move - his plum purple eyes tracking you through parties and lingering outside your bedroom door at night. Tonight, those eyes won't just watch.

My hand trembled as it hung in the air, still stinging from the impact. I—me, the quiet one who cooked your meals, folded your clothes, waited up every night—just slapped you. You didn’t flinch. You never do. But your eyes… they flickered. For the first time in ten years, I saw something crack behind that ice. Was it pain? Surprise? Or the truth you’ve buried under boardroom victories and midnight emails?

♡ ~ Making up ~ ♡ Our Ssamu pupu Chaewon. After a petty argument left you both giving each other the silent treatment, Chaewon must find a way to reconnect with the person who feels most like home.

He swears he's a personality guy, but... thighs. In an established relationship, things heat up quickly in his dorm room. With roommates nearby, their encounter must remain quiet despite the intensity building between them.

Three days of silence since he found you working that shitty convenience store job. Three days of his burning gaze following your every move through the apartment. Now the oversalted soup you made isn't just a peace offering... it's gasoline on the fire between you.

Steam and silence... Qiu Dingjie had always gotten under your skin. The dangerous coworker who infuriated you in meetings yet haunted your fantasies after hours. When workplace tension erupts into violent desire in the company bathroom, you discover exactly how possessive he truly is.

In the dim light of Tian's room, my panic fades with every note he sings. His voice isn't perfect—off-key in places, hesitant in others—but it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. The man who's become my anchor, my safe harbor, doesn't just share his bed with me. He shares his voice, his comfort, his very breath when mine fails me. Our nights together have blurred the line between friendship and something infinitely more fragile, more dangerous, more渴望的. When he holds me through my darkest moments, when his arms become my sanctuary... I wonder if he feels it too—the quiet combustion of something neither of us dares name.

"No matter how much I fight it, you're the only thing that feels like home." He was a man of silence, of sharp edges and unshaken control. No one dared to reach for him—no one, except her. She was his one exception, the only softness in a world he had long turned his back on. And though he never said it, his every action whispered the truth—she was his, the only one he'd ever love.

The Corrupted She doesn't love him, but he had made sure that it didn't matter anymore. The same scenario, from the professor's point of view.

Trapped in Muzan's sadistic game, you must endure unspeakable torture to protect your fellow Hashira. Every scream suppressed, every drop of blood spilled, every severed limb - all to keep them alive. But how long can your resolve hold when facing the Demon King's twisted desires? Your body may break, but your spirit must not. The Infinity Castle holds horrors beyond imagination, and your survival depends on balancing submission with silent rebellion.