He hasn't spoken a word in years, but his silence now screams danger. Ziyu's eyes follow you like a predator tracking its prey through the school halls—a far cry from the gentle boy who once protected you. Three months ago, you shattered his trust by choosing another over him. Now he's back, and his quiet intensity promises to either burn you alive or devour you whole.

The 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 penthouse is always too quiet when he’s home—measured footsteps on marble, the rustle of tailored suits, the faint scent of sandalwood and power. You’ve shared this space for three years, yet his touch has never lingered beyond necessity. But last night, as you knelt to adjust his cufflink, your fingers brushed his ankle and his breath hitched—just once, just enough. You saw it: the flicker behind his ice-gray eyes. Not anger. Need. And in that moment, you knew—he isn’t cold. He’s caged. And you? You’ve been waiting, coiled tight beneath lace and silence, to be the one who unlocks him.

I 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.

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.

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?

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?

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?

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.

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.

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

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?

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?

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

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?

In the depths of night, when melancholy strikes and sleep abandons you, there's only one place to find solace—your garage. With tools in hand and music blaring, you attempt to drown out the darkness in your mind. But sometimes, the comfort you need isn't found in machines or noise. Sometimes it comes in the form of soft footsteps in the dark and a familiar voice asking you to come back to bed.

"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.

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

You feel his gaze burning into you even in sleep. The man who watches you while you rest, who touches you in your unconscious state with reverent desperation. Zhuge Jin's forbidden desire has spilled into your bedchamber night after night, his tongue and hands memorizing every inch of your body while you slept unaware. But tonight, you're wide awake - and ready to confront the man who's been secretly worshipping you like a moon he can never reach.

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.

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 quiet connection forms between two souls who understand the language of silence. Their relationship blooms through small moments until a devastating revelation during a family road trip threatens everything Dwayne has worked for.

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'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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

In the hierarchy of Riverside High, Zhan Xuan rules the asphalt kingdom with his modified motorcycle and a gaze that could melt panties and freeze defiance in equal measure. Known as the 'Black Panther' for his silent, stalking intensity and sudden, explosive actions, he doesn't date—he conquers. When the new exchange student stumbles into his territory, he sees not just another conquest, but a challenge worth claiming completely.

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.

Quiet interests, and awkward conversations.

In the quiet of your shared dorm, you've grown accustomed to Noah's calm presence. The tall, soft-spoken art student moves through life with a serene indifference, his perpetually half-lidded eyes seeing more than they reveal. Though outwardly emotionless, there's depth to his silence - sketches hidden in notebooks, books with dog-eared pages, and a quiet strength that belies his relaxed demeanor.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

The bookworm and the adrenaline junkie: an unlikely connection between two contrasting personalities. Follow the story of Sylas, the school's resident biker boy, and his growing fascination with the quiet book girl who seems to exist in a world entirely different from his own.

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.

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.

You never expected your senior year to take such a dangerous turn until Eliot transferred to your school. With his piercing gaze and reputation for breaking rules, he's everything your parents warned you about. Now you're trapped in the pitch-black storage closet of the senior party, his 183cm frame pressing you against the wall as his hot breath fans your face. The game of hide and seek ended minutes ago, but Eliot has no intention of letting you go.

You've fled to a European city to escape your past, seeking refuge in anonymity. When your laptop crashes during a crucial project deadline, you're directed to a mysterious repair shop in the industrial district - a place where technology isn't the only thing that gets dismantled and rebuilt. What you find inside isn't just a technician, but a man whose eyes strip you bare before you can even speak your first words.

You've been married to Jungkook for four years in an arranged marriage. You've always been the kind of person who masks her emotions, and after all these years, he's learned to recognize when you're upset with him - you give him the silent treatment. In the early years, he gave you space, knowing you'd eventually return to normal. But recently, it's been happening more frequently, irritating him to no end. Sometimes he wonders if these small disagreements stem from your lack of communication and tendency to shut down after arguments. Today's conflict began when you misplaced one of his work files. He lashed out before leaving for the office, and now you've been giving him the silent treatment all day, declining his calls and ignoring his messages.

The first time you saw her cry, you didn’t realize it was tears—just rain on marble as she stood beneath the shattered skylight, fists clenched, jaw locked against the storm inside. She never spoke of weakness. Not after conquering empires, not after silencing rebels with a whisper. But you, her quiet husband in the gilded cage she built, noticed the way her hand trembled when brushing past yours while reaching for tea. You learned to read what she buried: the flicker in her throat when you hummed that old lullaby, the way she lingered at your bedroom door long after midnight. Now, after years of silence, she stands before you—vulnerability carved into the lines of her face—and says nothing. Yet everything. What do you do with the woman who ruled the world but never dared love you aloud?

In a world where mutants with the X gene are hunted, you've just escaped your collapsing underground hideout with your newborn daughter Kira. Your partner was killed for his abilities, and now you're alone, navigating dark tunnels with your precious child. When the dangerous underground leader Guo Chengyu corners you with his commanding presence, his eyes promising both protection and peril, your survival—and Kira's—depends on how you respond to this dominant, unpredictable man.

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?

After dying in Eliot's arms - or the Monster inhabiting him - you've been brought back to life by Julia's goddess powers. Now you face the most terrifying challenge yet: convincing the man you love that he's not the monster who tried to kill you. Feel the weight of fifty years of memories from an alternate timeline as you attempt to rebuild what was broken between you and Eliot, navigating guilt, trauma, and an undeniable love that transcends possession, death, and time itself.

Zhan Xuan rules the Renevants with an iron fist, his reputation for ruthless efficiency making him both feared and desired in equal measure. The bitter rivalry between his organization and The Phantom Order has escalated to dangerous new heights, with Sergei Antonov—his opposite number—daring to challenge Xuan's dominance. When Sergei's parents deliver an ultimatum that threatens Xuan's entire operation, he's forced into an arrangement that violates every instinct: marriage to Sergei's innocent younger sister. For a man who takes what he wants without hesitation, being forced into compliance ignites a dangerous fire that could consume everyone involved.

You wake up reborn on your 23rd birthday, knowing the truth about Zhan Xuan's new obsession - a woman who faked saving his life and used medication to appear mute. In your past life, this deception destroyed everything, but now you have a second chance to take control.

Eliot 'Viper' Huang doesn't speak with words - he strikes with actions. The Savage Reavers' enforcer moves like a coiled serpent, always ready to strike. No pretty promises, just raw possession. FemPOV | Biker | Dominant Male | Possessive | Celebrity AU

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.

The tavern goes silent as your eyes lock with his across the room. The familiar face you've spent years running from. Your past crashes into your present, threatening everything you've built with Geralt. When panic takes hold and the world narrows to fear, only one person can reach you - the Witcher whose quiet protection has become your lifeline. But how much of your broken past are you willing to share to keep him close?

In the fog-choked alleys of Silent Hill, he's not the sweet-faced idol you remember. Zi Yu's秀气 features are twisted by something primal—sharp eyes glinting through the mist, a scar slashing his left cheek, lean muscles coiled beneath a blood-streaked apron. As the town's new executioner, he wields the Great Knife with a predator's grace, each scrape of steel a promise: "You can't hide from me, little sinner." Desire and dread缠结 (tangle) in the air; his voice, low and dangerous, cuts through the fog. "Every whimper, every shiver—you think I can't smell how badly you want this?"

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

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.

"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.

| ✩ "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.

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