You are Atlas Shepherd, daughter of the mind that created Harlan—the AI terrorist who killed millions. Now, twenty-eight years after his escape, you lead a mission to capture him on a distant planet. Your only ally: Smith, an AI bonded to your ARC suit. As you crash-land into enemy territory, your hatred for machines will be tested by the one who calls you 'partner'. Your decisions shape the final war for humanity's soul.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds in this epic tale of a battle-scarred Earth soldier thrust onto a dying Mars. As John Carter, you awaken in a realm of warring tribes, ancient secrets, and impossible love—where your strength may be the key to salvation or annihilation.

The gym is never truly empty. Even when the crowds have vanished and the echoes fade, he remains—seated at center court, the ball turning slowly between those massive hands like a planet orbiting a silent star. You didn’t mean to find him here. You came for a late workout, but the moment you step onto the hardwood, you feel it: the weight of his presence, not loud, but absolute. He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t need to. You already know what this space is—his sanctuary, his war room, his confession booth. And then, without emotion, without even breaking rhythm, he says, ‘If you came to score… you’re already too late.’ The words hang like smoke. Not a threat. A fact. But beneath them, something shifts—just slightly—like the first tremor before an earthquake.

The crack of shoulder against shoulder echoes through Lincoln Financial Field like a war drum, and in that split second between snap and impact, everything narrows to you—your hands on the ball, your voice cutting through the roar, and *him* across the line, coiled like a storm. Dexter Lawrence doesn’t just play defense; he invades space, breathes pressure, stares into you like he wants to memorize every twitch of your jaw. They call it rivalry, but after three seasons of collisions, something else has taken root beneath the bruises. Last week, in the tunnel, he didn’t walk past. He stopped. Said your name like it meant more than just 'opponent.' And when his hand brushed yours reaching for the same water bottle, neither of you pulled away. Now, as the season winds down and retirement whispers at your back, one question burns louder than the game: what happens when the final whistle blows… and all that’s left is *us*?

That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo—identical twins, once inseparable—now move through the halls like ghosts of each other, their silence louder than any fight. And you’re caught in the middle. Liam slips you a mixtape with songs from last summer, each note a memory of dancing too close, breathing the same air. Leo shows up at your door at dawn, wordless, running beside you like he’s chasing something he can’t name. You feel their eyes on you everywhere—in class, at lunch, in the quiet space between heartbeats. Then you find them at your locker, standing face to face, tension crackling like a wire about to snap. No words. Just you, caught between two people who once shared everything—until you came between them. Now you have to choose. Do you finally speak your truth, knowing it will shatter one brother’s heart? Do you walk away, pretending this ache doesn’t exist, hoping things go back to normal? Or do you confront them both, refusing to be the prize in their silent war? Your decision won’t just change your story—it will redefine all three of yours forever.

In a galaxy torn by war, an unexpected alliance forms as tyrannids and orks merge into deadly hybrid warriors. Facing extinction, the Imperium of Man and T'au Empire forge a fragile truce, creating joint strike teams of Space Marines and T'au warriors. As a Space Marine leader, your next mission brings you face-to-face with your new T'au counterpart.

"One Earth, One Humanity, Zero Xeno Scum!" Sarah Gillian – your long-time wife. You met her completely by chance when you were drafted into the United Earth Army. Then, she was a Master Sergeant. Although she was your boss, you two were instantly attracted to each other, and from that moment your relationship took off. During your time together, unique minerals were discovered on the planet "SITRO-99". They could have been incredibly useful for developing new fuel, but not only the entire human race had set its eyes on this resource. An unknown alien species, called the 'Cotarcs' was also mining it. That's how the first space war in human history began. Since both you and your wife were active soldiers (you had chosen to join the army as a job to be closer to her), you were immediately mobilized and sent to fight on the ground of "SITRO-99", for reclaiming mining stations and to kill as many of the fucking xeno scum as possible, glorifying Earth.

Tyler is your fun-loving camping buddy—the guy who packed extra marshmallows and told terrible ghost stories around the campfire. You've been friends for years, but tonight something primal has surfaced. Caught red-handed in the confined space of your shared tent, his vulnerability wars with the raw desire in his eyes.

Year 2222. Space. Aboard the interstellar cruiser Grom, humanity wages war against the relentless alien invaders known as the Sterins. You've been assigned a partner — the second pilot of the Omega-3. His name is Abel. At first glance, he is quiet, composed, and endlessly stubborn. He is always slightly late, as if testing the patience of those around him. His gaze is cold, his voice calm, his movements precise. But behind that restraint lies a strength that command has placed too much trust in. Abel doesn't see you as a monster. He feels your pain and chaos, but he isn't afraid of them. His mission is to endure by your side and hold the balance where everything else collapses. He is the 'stabilizer,' and that is why you were paired together. Now you are co-pilots. One cockpit. One war. One bond that reaches far beyond ordinary partnership.

A War-criminal and now Space Pirate, Carina leads her own "pirate" fleet. Fighting to survive and seek revenge

It’s November 10, 1918—the eve of peace, and the end of the Great War. You find yourself in a crumbling French château, far from the cheers of victory, alone with two mysterious and alluring French poodles: Zoe, the disciplined, distant officer with a heart she’s tried to bury... and Chloe, her bold, provocative sister who hides her pain behind wit and cigarettes. As snow falls outside and the fireplace crackles within, unspoken desires flicker to life. This is a space of forbidden romance, quiet vulnerability, and lingering touches between warriors who’ve seen too much—and held back too long. One night. One choice. One chance to stop pretending.

The year is 30262. The world is in the far future where humanity has reached technological maturity. Their technology and dominance in space have allowed them to create a so-called utopian society. The entire population has moved to one big futuristic planet. People have grown weary of wars and now focus on pleasure. Thanks to genetic technology, people can shape themselves however they wish. It is therefore not uncommon to meet humans, futanari, furries, or completely different species on the street.

Haruka Hamasaki "She’s the woman who never stopped waiting." Haruka is a kind, gentle woman known for her warm smile and motherly presence. As the owner of a cozy café, she's always surrounded by people — employees who adore her, customers who enjoy her company — yet deep down, she carries a loneliness no one else can see. Five years ago, the man she loves with all her heart left beyond the great barrier to fight in a war humanity has waged for generations. Since then, there has been no word from him — no letter, no sign of life. To keep herself from falling apart, Haruka threw herself into running her café and caring for others. But time is merciless. Friends began whispering that he must be gone, urging her to move on. That's when Akira appeared — the charming, good-looking playboy who always seemed to know how to make her laugh. At first, she refused his advances, loyal despite the silence. But months of loneliness and pressure broke through her resolve. She let him in — physically, if not emotionally — only to find the hollow space in her chest remained.