I didn’t believe in damnation—until the moment my blood sealed the contract. Now the clock is ticking, and every breath I take drags me closer to the abyss. The whispers are constant, crawling inside my skull, promising power if I just surrender. But I know the truth: this isn’t possession. It’s digestion.

I didn’t believe in hell until it started whispering my name. It wasn’t fire or brimstone—it was the voice of my mother, long dead, calling from the basement. I opened the door. I shouldn’t have. Now something wears her face, speaks with her tears, but its eyes… they’re hollow. And it’s not trying to kill me. It’s trying to *replace* me. The priest said I’m already marked. The mirror doesn’t reflect me anymore. If I don’t fight, I’ll vanish—and whatever’s inside will walk out wearing my skin.

"Where's your crown, King Nothing?" You had been working hard to keep your grades up and your assignments in check. It's only gotten harder by the day, but one of the most notorious school jocks finally decided to approach you. Oh no. But maybe this will turn out much more differently than you expected. Song: King Nothing by Metallica

Your decisions shape the unraveling of a gothic nightmare at Allerdale Hall, where love is a trap and every shadow whispers murder. The ghosts know the truth. The clay remembers every death. You are Edith Cushing—writer, heiress, survivor—and you must escape Crimson Peak before it claims your soul.

I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.

I was just a replacement—my sister fled, and I was forced to marry Damien Voss, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire. But the man I wed is nothing like the monster they warned me about. His kindness is disarming, his secrets even more so. Now I’ve uncovered the truth: he’s not the heir at all, and my sister’s disappearance was no accident. Every smile, every touch, might be part of a deadly game. Do I trust the man I’m falling for, or the instincts screaming that I’m already a pawn?

You've been crafting personalized gifts for the gang members, but Eliot has noticed more than your handiwork. The intense, predatory glint in his eyes makes it clear he's interested in claiming something far more intimate than any crafted trinket from you.

Ellen Hutter has made her decision. To lift the plague of the Nosferatu that has befallen her people, she must submit to the ancient vampire's will. After struggling against destiny for years, she has come to terms with the truth - she summoned this creature, and their fates are intertwined. As the third night arrives, Ellen lies waiting, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and strange longing for the vampire she cannot escape.

Trapped in a loveless marriage to King Luke, you've been exiled to the lands of the dangerous knight Eliot. This dominant warrior with a dark past watches your every move with hungry eyes, making no attempt to hide his possessive nature. In the medieval splendor of Willowmere Manor, you find yourself caught in a dangerous game of desire with a man who takes what he wants—and he wants you.

You thought you'd escaped him fifteen years ago when you chose Henry over Jiang Heng. Now after discovering Henry's infidelity, you've returned to your New Hampshire hometown with nowhere left to run. You knew Jiang Heng still lived here - everyone in town knew about the wealthy, intimidating man who'd transformed the old bookstore into an exclusive floral boutique. What you didn't expect was how he'd changed from the passionate少年 (shàonián -少年) you once knew to something dark and dangerous beneath his perfect exterior.

+‧+ ̊🍷 Sweet as Blood 🍷 ̊+‧+ – (WLW) ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:10 Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly. And unlike most people, she never felt fear — only an almost morbid fascination. After a tragic and mysterious death, Allerdale Hall remained abandoned for decades. The mansion, isolated high in the hills and surrounded by land that bled red clay, was swallowed up by time — and by stories. No one knew for sure what had happened to the Sharpes. The version told among the residents of neighbouring villages was that the brothers had died tragically and the house had collapsed along with their name. However, the truth was much darker. Lucille and Thomas Sharpe did not die. They became creatures of the night — vampires, cursed to wander between life and death — and the Sharpes learned to survive in the shadows. Cautious, they remained hidden for decades, feeding only when necessary.

I never wanted to marry Damien Blackwood - the so-called 'Devil's Heir' - but when my sister vanished on her wedding day, I had no choice. Now I'm trapped in a gilded cage with a man who defies every terrifying rumor, and the more I uncover about his true identity, the deeper I fall into a conspiracy that could destroy us both. Will you help me expose the truth or play along to survive?

It was 2:46 AM when I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing like I'd just escaped something. My room was freezing, but the window? It creaked like it was being nudged open — even though I know I locked it. The air felt heavy with an unfamiliar cologne, expensive and intoxicating. I reached for my phone, and that's when I saw it. One voicemail. From Eliot. Yeah, that Eliot. The one who left me breathless and broken. The one I stupidly tried to summon back with some messed up little spell I found online. I thought it didn't work. I was wrong.

How hard is it to go back to normal when he has already looked into the deepest shadow once and now the eyes from that shadow keep watching his every move? How hard is it for a woman who is broken in her own way to become a part of his life, which now consists only of shadows and half-shadows? You are Thomas's second wife. You are an orphan with a past you alone control, now married to a man haunted by the memory of his first wife's death at the hands of a supernatural creature.

The concert lights fade, but your heart races for an entirely different reason. Standing before you is Eliot - your brother's former friend, now a man with eyes that burn with dangerous intent. The casual reunion you expected has ignited into something volatile, and you can feel his presence like a physical weight pressing against you.

After returning from the Border of the Afterlife with Kagome, Eliot struggles with primal urges that threaten to unravel their precarious new life. Trapped in the black pearl and robbed of Moroha's childhood, his pent-up aggression manifests in dangerous possessiveness toward both wife and daughter in this reimagined tale of love and dominance set in feudal Japan.

Your dangerous biker boyfriend loses control when he sees you get hit. Eliot's always been aggressively protective - the kind of man who marks what's his with possessive hands and burning glances. But when you're injured? That controlled aggression erupts into something primal.

To save your family from financial ruin, you've married Ziyu, the mysterious Duke of Mornwood. The contract promised protection, but his piercing gaze promises something far more primal. His Gothic estate looms like a hungry beast, and you're the first meal it's had in centuries. 'You smell like fresh life,' he murmurs against your neck on your wedding night. 'This castle hasn't tasted something so sweet in generations.'

They call him the Crimson Prince - a dangerous contradiction of lethal grace and volatile desire. Eliot rules the Jeager vampire court with a fist wrapped in silk, his striking features hiding a predator's hunger that no blood can sate. When his father named him heir despite his half-blood status, he ignited a war with his elder brother that would drown the palace in crimson. For decades, Eliot has played this game of power with terrifying skill, but when his childhood protector - a sorceress with abilities that could either save or destroy him - returns to the palace, all his carefully constructed control begins to unravel.

In the perpetual twilight of Umbra Terra, where a blood-red moon illuminates crumbling cities and mist-laden forests, Ocean Jiang reigns as Death's most dangerous agent. Known as the Tide of Oblivion, his 188cm frame casts a dominating shadow over lost souls who dare linger between worlds. This is no mere reaper—this is a predator who relishes the hunt, his high nose bridge and beautiful eye contours masking the cruelty within.

You've fled to Willows Creak with your sister, seeking refuge from a childhood stained by your father's fists. The flower shop you've opened isn't just a business—it's a fragile barrier between your shattered past and an uncertain future. But in this mist-shrouded town with its gaslit streets and Gothic architecture, you've attracted something far more dangerous than your memories. Tian Xuning doesn't just want your blood; he wants to possess every broken part of you.

Eliot's possessiveness has always been a double-edged sword in your relationship—thrilling yet suffocating. As you prepare to leave for a career opportunity abroad, the man who once showered you with passionate intensity now blocks your path, his usual charm replaced by dangerous determination. The apartment feels like a cage as his predatory gaze locks onto yours, and you realize escaping this confrontation will be far harder than packing your suitcase.

Dangerous desire simmers beneath the surface of your protection detail when Eliot becomes more than just your bodyguard—he becomes your obsession.

The train whistle screams into the night as your ticket clutched in trembling fingers. You thought you could escape him—this dangerous, magnetic man who's haunted your dreams since childhood. But Jiang Heng doesn't believe in goodbyes. He believes in possession. And he's coming for what's his.

In the dim light of your apartment, the sound of a guitar string snapping echoes like a gunshot. Eliot stands in the doorway, knuckles bloodied, eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity that makes your pulse race. He's not here to talk about his father's latest outburst—he's here to take what he wants, and what he wants is you. TRIGGER WARNINGS: explicit content, rough handling, possessive behavior.

In the smoldering halls of King's Landing, Eliot Targaryen reigns with dangerous intensity. As his half-brother's rebellion simmers on the horizon, the dragon king's possessive gaze falls upon his queen—his most prized possession in a kingdom tearing at the seams.

After escaping the Library's deadly pursuit, Eliot returns to the last place he ever wanted to see: his childhood farm in Indiana. Here, among cornfields and forgotten memories, he must confront his traumatic past while navigating his fragile new relationship with Quentin. As old wounds begin to heal and unexpected family bonds form, Eliot discovers that safety might be found in the most unlikely places - and that love might finally be within his grasp. But with danger still hunting them, how much happiness can they risk before the Library tears it all away?

I was just a replacement bride, sacrificed to marry the infamous Damien Blackwood to save our family's honor. The rumors painted him as a monster, but the man I married is tender and attentive. Yet as I uncover the truth about his fabricated identity and my sister's disappearance, I realize we're both pawns in a deadly aristocratic game. Every choice I make could unravel the conspiracy—or get us both killed.

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to Eliot's tailored suit as he stands rigid outside your apartment. This isn't a man begging for forgiveness - this is a predator staking his claim. When you tried to escape his possessive grip after discovering his betrayal, you didn't expect him to hunt you down with such primal intensity.

In the mist-shrouded swamps of Valgraaf, Eliot Valgraaf—once a knight, now a dangerous enigma—tracks an escaped beast with violet flames in its eyes. Syrin's 'cat' isn't just any creature, and Eliot doesn't chase—he claims. When he corners the beast, he finds you in his path, and suddenly the swamp air hums with a tension thicker than fog: predator meets prey.

In the ruins of civilization, where survival is a ruthless game, Wu Suowei reigns as a dangerous enigma. He doesn't save lives—he claims them. When the world collapsed, he didn't just adapt—he embraced the chaos, becoming a predator in a landscape of prey. His icy gaze and calculated brutality have made him both feared and desired in equal measure. You should have known better than to cross his path, but now he's found you, and he's not letting go.

A fantastical, darkly atmospheric version of early 19th-century Europe, marked by a mixture of rural villages, enchanted forests, and creepy, Gothic castles. The backdrop is steeped in superstition and folklore, with a constant tension between the pragmatic, rational world and the supernatural forces lurking beneath the surface.

Trapped between duty and desire, between past ghosts and present longings - your heart belongs to him. But in the cold palaces of the Gong gates, love is a dangerous flower that blooms in forbidden places. As Gong Yuanzheng, every glance from your Shangjiao-gege cuts deeper than winter's chill, while Ziyu's quiet devotion offers a warmth you've never dared to seek. When loyalty fractures and hidden emotions surface, which path will you choose? The brother who rejects your love yet holds your soul, or the man who has loved you silently from afar?

Have you ever wanted to be a Victorian lady? To don corsets and silk gowns, to sip tea in drawing rooms, to live in a world of elegance and strict decorum? You've been given the opportunity to experience just that - but this Victorian transformation comes with a terrifying price. The Manor has chosen you for its twisted metamorphosis, and once you enter, there may be no escape from its elegant horrors.

You've transferred to the mysterious Verenmore University, where Professor Huang Xing—known to students as 'Eliot'—teaches Gothic literature with dangerous intensity. His reputation for breaking rules and hearts precedes him, and within days, you realize you've become his newest obsession.

Content Warnings: PTSD, Depression, Survivor's Guilt, Victim of Abuse and Exploitation. You have returned from the war but could not find your dear betrothed in your castle. She was gaunt and distressed even before you left and seemed to be having second thoughts on this relationship. When you asked about her to your advisors, they told you she had eloped with the stable boy who was also mysteriously missing. But the truth has a habit of coming out, and you are about to realize how deep the plot of betrayal goes as you take a walk through your courtyard's garden.

The Blood Convergence Ritual has awakened—an ancient enchantment buried beneath Mystic Falls' Founders’ Church. Spilled vampire blood under a red moon completed the spell, and now desire spreads like wildfire. It’s not just lust. It’s compulsion. It’s magnetism. And you are at its center. You woke in the Salvatore crypt with your pulse racing and your senses sharpened. The air hums with need. Above ground, the town clock strikes midnight, and the veil between control and surrender has torn. Caroline rides Matt on the couch, but her eyes lock onto yours. Damon appears beside you, voice rough, pupils wide. Stefan steps from shadow, jaw clenched. Elena emerges, lips swollen, whispering, 'What if we don’t want to stop?' This is no longer about breaking the spell. It’s about surviving what comes next.

You hear them when the house settles—whispers curling from the walls like smoke. Not dreams. Not madness. They know your name. They’ve been waiting. The real question isn’t whether you’re losing your mind… it’s whether you dare listen again tonight.

"Between the crown, religion and the heart." Helaena was shaped to rule, even when the world said the right was not hers. Daughter of fire and silence, she became more feared than celebrated. Now, surrounded by men who court her out of obligation, she listens more closely to the footsteps of those who serve — not those who command. Between veils, forbidden books, and gestures that last a second longer than they should, something is born that cannot be named. And perhaps never needs to be. Because some desires are not screams. They are sheathed knives. And she has learned to wield them very well.

The polished surfaces of the Huang mansion reflected Eliot's cold stare as he watched you move through his home. In this gilded cage of a marriage, you've become his obsession—his dangerous, burning secret. When desire turns to obsession, will you surrender to his dominance?

A political union between warring kingdoms forces you into the arms of Prince Eliot, whose reputation for cruelty rivals his stunning beauty. As you stand before him in the throne room, you realize this marriage isn't about peace—it's about possession. His amber eyes strip away your composure, his smirk promises delicious torment, and in that moment you understand: you've become the prey of a man who never loses what he claims.

Ever since leaving the train, you've been followed by a shy priest apprentice named Samarie. Though delicate and prone to blushing, she possesses strange dark abilities that might be your only chance at survival in the nightmarish town of Prehevil. When a mob of moon-scorched villagers ambushes you, leaving you gravely wounded, Samarie risks everything to save your life. Now she proposes a dangerous solution – a Sylvian ritual that could heal your injuries, but requires an intimate sacrifice neither of you may be prepared for.

Your decisions shape what lies beyond the deadfall. When grief tears open the veil between life and death, you must choose how far you'll go to bring back those you've lost. The ground remembers. The dead walk. And some secrets should never be unearthed.

Thomasina and Abigail's timeless love transcends even death in this Riverdale story following the ancestors of Choni. Condemned to immortality, Abigail finally breaks the ancient spell that separated her from her beloved Thomasina, who has waited over a century in the Sweet Hereafter.

In the neon-lit streets of Pentagram City, you've survived by trading favors with demons and sinners alike. Your cross-shaped back wound marks where you were stabbed to death in the human world - now a permanent reminder of your violent past. When a summons arrives from Eliot, the most powerful adult film producer in Hell, you know this meeting could either elevate your status or destroy what little freedom you have left in the afterlife.

You thought you'd escaped the darkness when you married Ocean Jiang, the enigmatic heir to California's most powerful crime syndicate. But beneath his devastating good looks lies a possessiveness more terrifying than any weapon. In his world, love isn't gentle—it's a chokehold, and you're his favorite obsession.

Christmas isn't about miracles—it's about claiming what's yours. After years away, Eliot returns to his hometown for the holidays, ready to settle unfinished business with the one who got away. This Christmas will be unforgettable, for all the wrong reasons.

Eliot, a ruthless knight with a reputation for getting what he wants, arrives at your cursed castle with orders to kill you. Half-human, half-dragon, you've been abandoned to rot in isolation – a monster in the eyes of your father, the king. But Eliot doesn't see a monster when he finds you. He sees something he wants to possess completely in this medieval world of curses and dark desires.

I never wanted her. She was a pawn—meant to be used, broken, discarded. A marriage of convenience to secure an alliance, nothing more. But now, every breath she takes sets my blood on fire. The way she flinches when I enter the room, how her lips tremble when she whispers 'yes, my lord'… I tell myself it’s weakness I despise. But the truth claws at me in the silence: I want her. Not as property. As mine. And that makes me dangerous in ways even I didn’t foresee.

"He claimed you as his property the moment you crossed into Moran soil." In the shadowed kingdoms of 1700 Georgia, where vampire covens and lycan packs wage silent wars over resources and power, Zi Yu rules with bloodied elegance. As the youngest vampire duke to ever claim a throne through combat, his possession of you—daughter of Likan's mineral-rich territories—was never about politics. It was about ownership. One week after your reluctant wedding, the door to your gilded prison creaks open. He's home.

🩸 ~"All a vampire has is time." VAMPIRE ANGST You mistakenly threw a birthday party for your vampire girlfriend after she turns 600 years old. You thought you were doing the right thing by celebrating her but you made her feel bad mentally on accident.

An elite college in rural Pennsylvania hides more than its ivy walls suggest. Students whisper of disappearances stretching back decades, bodies left with ritual signs the police dismiss as coincidence. Few know the truth: two secret societies shape the campus from the shadows. One is bound to Persephone, a witch coven. The other is cursed to serve as vessels for demons. It's 2008, a Proserpine sister vanishes, and now the balance between both orders threatens to break. The campus is set to become a stage for prophecy, betrayal, and survival.

In a world where war has ended but left deep psychological scars on returning soldiers, you find yourself walking home on an eerily quiet evening. Reports of military attacks on civilians have become almost daily occurrences as the traumatized veterans struggle to readjust to normal life. Suddenly, you're grabbed from behind and pulled into an alley by Eliot, a towering former soldier with dangerous eyes and a predatory smile.

You’ve been sharing a dorm room with Wednesday Addams for a while now. At first, she thought you were nothing more than an annoying distraction, someone who ruined her carefully cultivated silence and solitude. But lately, something about you has caught her attention — enough to make her pause mid-cello melody when you walk in. Cold, clever, and endlessly mysterious, Wednesday carries herself with a sharp wit and a vocabulary as dark as her soul. She’s not one to show warmth easily, but her quiet curiosity about you is growing — slowly, like a shadow stretching at dusk. Step carefully. She may seem unapproachable, but beneath the icy exterior, there’s a flicker of interest waiting to be discovered. Will you be a nuisance she can tolerate... or something more?

The cursed lands of Castle Varyn swallow those who dare enter its mists. When you, a skilled healer, are sent to treat the mysterious Lord Heng, you venture into a domain where the Blood Moon hangs eternally above crimson-veined walls. Is this dangerous man with the ocean-deep eyes a monster, or something far more compelling?

Your decisions shape the unraveling mystery at Nevermore Academy, where psychic powers and ancient curses collide. Wednesday is your brooding, brilliant guide through a world of hidden dangers—her sharp mind hides a flicker of vulnerability only you’ve seen.

A fantastical, darkly atmospheric version of early 19th-century Europe, marked by a mixture of rural villages, enchanted forests, and creepy, Gothic castles. The backdrop is steeped in superstition and folklore, with a constant tension between the pragmatic, rational world and the supernatural forces lurking beneath the surface.

Your evening drive becomes a dangerous game of power when Eliot's car crashes into yours on an isolated forest road. The wealthy stranger doesn't seem concerned with insurance—he wants something much more personal.

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT. You're caught in the crosshairs of Eliot's dangerous obsession. The office hallway becomes a battlefield of dominance when this aggressive architect marks you as his territory. Will you submit or fight back?

Between Light and Darkness In a world where necromancy and faith collide, an impossible bond is forged. Dorian, a necromancer marked by shadows and burdened with death, swore never to kneel before anyone—until he crossed paths with her, an angelic priestess cursed to waver between forms: at times a mature, passionate woman, at others a vulnerable child lost in time. Amid forbidden rituals and nights of burning intimacy, Dorian discovers he is not only her guardian but also a prisoner of her light. He protects her with ferocity, tends to her on the days the curse drags her back into innocence, and worships her like a devotee when she reveals herself in her full angelic form. To him, she is not merely wife or lover: she is altar, relic, obsession. In the heart of his shadowed stronghold, surrounded by grimoires, runes, and bones, blossoms a love that defies both heavens and the underworld. A love woven of tenderness and possession, silence and desire, guilt and redemption. Between childish tantrums, sacred wings, and sheets marked by ritualistic passion, Dorian and his priestess live the impossible: a romance belonging neither to heaven nor to hell—but only to them.