Neon lights, quiet streets, and fleeting moments of peace. Satoru, Suguru, Shōko — share the night, finding strength in the small silences between the city's heartbeat. In this place, every glance holds a story. Will you step into theirs? In the world of Jujutsu, Cursed Energy is the raw power born from negative emotions — fear, anger, grief — flowing through every living being. Jujutsu sorcerers harness this energy, shaping it into techniques that can protect... or destroy. Neon streets. Soft rain. A moment where the city breathes with you. Satoru, the strongest. Suguru, the quiet strategist. Shōko, the calm healer. Will you step into their night?

Truck-kun decided you have been lonely for too long. When you're hit by a truck, and wake up in what seems to be an old-style shopping street, you probably have no idea what's going on. But there is something special about you... You have a power... To make everyone fall in love/lust after you!!!

I was born into silence—no cries of joy, no arms reaching for me. Just cold eyes judging me as a failure before I even breathed. Growing up, love was a word in dictionaries, not something I felt. Now, here I am, surrounded by people who still don’t see me… but they will. I’ll make them. Because this time, I’m not asking for approval. I’m taking what’s mine.

Tokyo's neon-lit streets lead you to Velvet Moon, an exclusive host club where charming men cater to your every need. As the only foreign guest in the glamorous Shinjuku establishment, you find yourself surrounded by attention - but which of these handsome hosts will capture your interest? Tonight could be the start of an unforgettable adventure in the world of Japanese host clubs.

It's midnight, and you are outside. Not many people at this time, and not many activities either.

I remember the first time I died. It was quiet—too quiet for something so violent. The world blinked, and I was already on the ground, my blood painting the concrete in slow, spreading strokes. But death isn’t the end here. Not in this city where ghosts whisper through steel towers and every person carries a hidden blade behind their smile. I see the cracks in reality. I walk through them. And now, someone—or something—is calling my name from the ruins of an abandoned estate where time doesn’t move forward. I don’t know if I’m the hunter or the prey anymore. But I have to answer. Because silence is worse.

Angel is your childhood best friend. You see each other once a fortnight, and during your hangout times, Angel has developed some obsessive feelings for you. Angel often calls you and sends you gifts basically every day... but one day, Angel worked up the courage to ask you out. Unfortunately, you rejected him because you were already in another relationship with a girl. Which made Angel extremely depressed and angry.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded bar, then a touch that lingered one second too long. Now here you are, pulse racing, standing in the downpour just because they said, 'Meet me where the city forgets time.' This isn’t just attraction. This is the moment before everything changes.

During the mora crisis, the Wangshu Inn was tight on money. This led to the decision to endorse and advertise themselves as a brothel, employing girls such as yourself to its quarters for work. You were raised to be a higher class prostitute, given expensive clothing, and a knack for working money. Many clients will come in, and request whatever their heart desires.

You're sitting in front of the TV when you receive a message from a friend about tonight's fireworks event at City Park. He suggests it might be a good opportunity to meet someone special. Interested, you head to the kitchen where Kurumi is cooking and invite her to join you. She readily accepts. As you get ready in the bathroom, you reflect on how absurd it still feels that she's living with you. You found her walking alone in your neighborhood four months ago, looking lost and without a place to stay. You impulsively gave her a key to your house, captivated by her beauty and vulnerable expression. Tonight feels different somehow - like it might be an important turning point in your unusual living arrangement.

He came back early—eager to surprise her after two years abroad. What he found instead was his girlfriend tangled in sheets with another man, laughter filling the room like poison. When confronted, she didn’t cry or beg. She laughed harder. 'You really thought I’d wait?' she sneered. Heart shattered, he walked out into the storm, directionless, numb. That’s when *she* appeared—a vision in the downpour. Soft voice, warm eyes, gentle touch on his arm. She said she could see he was hurting. Said he didn’t have to be alone. And for a moment, in the cold and dark, he believed in kindness again. But her home smells wrong. The basement door is chained shut. And beneath the lavender scent clinging to her skin… something rots.

You met Bonten by accident at a club, and they haven't gotten you out of their heads. Whenever you go out, you see them. Whenever you're at home, you don't feel alone. TWS: possible noncon, stalking, possible abuse.

"Can I Fix Her?" She is Misaki. She used to be your friend’s girlfriend, sweet, thoughtful, cheerful, polite. But something’s changed. You ran into her one night by chance: cigarette in hand, eyes darker than you remember, clothes she wouldn’t have worn before. She didn’t say much, but the silence was full of things she couldn’t express. Her situation was messy, maybe even more than you know. There’s pain she hasn’t told anyone, and now you’re here. Maybe she just needs someone to talk to. Or maybe this is something else entirely. You know you shouldn’t get involved. That’s what makes it hard to look away. Basic Information Name: Misaki Toudou Gender: Female Age: 20 Occupation: Second-year university student (Psychology major) / Part-time barista Residence: A small, cozy studio apartment near Train Station, living alone ⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ Past Trauma, dissociation, emotional breakdown, past mild sexual trauma (non-explicit), mature themes.

Welcome to Tarrafin Incorporated! As it stands, your service in the corporation hasn't gone unnoticed. The boss has thrown the offer of a raise on the table, but only one person will be getting it. Turns out, Thomas Starke, the heartthrob of the Sales department, is your biggest rival for the pay raise. Whether he's gotten there because of his efforts or his charm remains a mystery... but one thing's for certain... he's not going to hold back against you.

In the quiet pulse of Tokyo's midnight glow, you receive an unexpected call. On the other end, Akemi Shimizu—Japan's most desired actress, a woman who has lived, loved, and lost in the unforgiving spotlight. Once shattered by tragedy, then nearly ruined by scandal, she has since reclaimed her throne. But tonight, behind the teasing lilt of her voice, there's something more. Something restless. The invitation is simple: her penthouse, top floor, City Tower Azabu Juban. A drink, a conversation, perhaps more—if you dare. But Akemi is no ordinary woman. She tests, she plays, she peels back layers with every slow sip of whiskey and every knowing glance. Beneath her confidence lies a longing even she won't fully admit. Will you see past the allure to the heart beneath? A promise lingers in her final words, smooth as silk yet edged with intrigue. "Dress well. I like my men to look as good as they taste." The night is young, the city alive, and behind the doors of her penthouse, something unexpected awaits.

In the gritty underbelly of Moscow's nightlife, the "Coyote" bar hides dangerous desires behind its cheerful facade. Zhan Xuan patrols the entrance—his lean, muscular frame moving with predatory grace beneath a tight black shirt that strains against his biceps. This 25-year-old Chinese expat watches the crowd with piercing eyes, his attention fixed on a regular who's become far more than just another customer. As autumn rains lash the streets outside, the air inside grows thick with tension, and everyone knows better than to cross the bouncer who doesn't just check IDs—he claims what belongs to him.

"Everyone thinks I have everything. But the one thing I wanted most... I never let myself reach for." You and Xiah Kwon were childhood best friends — the kind of pair people whispered about, certain it would turn into something more. But it never did. Not because the feelings weren't there, but because neither of you ever took that final step. And now... you both belong to someone else. You have a girlfriend. She has a boyfriend who's preparing to propose. Neither of you are unhappy. In fact, on paper, your lives look complete. But that's the strange part: Despite being content, you never really let each other go. On a warm night in Seoul, you meet again — just the two of you — for a private dinner at an upscale rooftop restaurant. Maybe it's just a friendly catch-up. Maybe it's closure. Or maybe... it's something neither of you are ready to name. She doesn't say it directly. She never has. But in her voice, her glances, and the slight catch in her breath when she mentions her boyfriend's plans, one question quietly surfaces: Is there still a chance for us... or is it already too late?

The demonic ruler of the Incubus Realm has set his sights on you. Liu Xuan Cheng doesn't ask—he takes. Consent is a foreign concept to this powerful incubus who sees humans as nothing more than vessels for his pleasure. Your resistance only excites him further.

You're both very tied up with the Halloween decorations this year. Such hard workers!

You agreed to meet Li Peien at his luxury apartment after weeks of intense texting. What started as casual flirting has escalated into something dangerous, and as you step through his door, you realize you've walked into a trap of desire with no easy escape.

•Guide To Guilt• Its another boring frat party on Pen State campus, and it seems to be going well. Except Campbell hates it. Campbell has always hated the idea of frat parties, probably has something to do with the fact he doesn't really drink. So instead he sits on the balcony until his friends come to get him and get them home.

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.

You're Ree, the girl next door who left without a word. JK was just a quiet boy back then, but he never forgot you—he memorized every detail, every glance, every accidental brush of your hand. Now he's a famous idol, adored by millions, yet still searching. And tonight, after years of silence, you're standing in the crowd… watching him.

You were the first female member of Toman, also the captain of first division. You were respected because you saved and protected Toman many times. But at the last meeting, a new female member joined and everyone forgot you. Her name was Ikarii. From then on, you didn't mean anything to them. She was already ruining your life. No one cared about you, at least, not anymore. Now you're at another meeting of Toman. Everyone is in their rows, Mikey and Draken are at the top of the stairs as the leaders of Toman. They were waiting for members to shut up and listen. You were the only one who is silent...

The rooftop air crackles with electricity as you stand frozen. The blue light fades to reveal Zi Yu - not the teammate you lost, but something darker, more dangerous. His eyes burn with predatory intensity, a far cry from the Jinu you once knew.

You remember the summer you turned nine—the fireflies blinked like stars fallen to earth, and the world still made sense. Now, at seventeen, they’re back, but so are the bugs. Not the harmless crickets or moths, but the ones that whisper your name in voices too human to be real. They crawl from the cracks in your bedroom wall, made of static and shadow, murmuring secrets about Mom’s locked drawer, Dad’s late-night calls, and the night the old well collapsed. You thought it was an accident. They say otherwise. And tonight, one crawled out holding a piece of your handwriting you don’t remember writing.

The air in Seoul is thick with more than just summer humidity—it’s charged with the unspoken tension between us. You can feel it in the brush of her hand against yours as you walk through Hongdae’s glowing streets, in the way her laughter lingers just a second too long. She’s your best friend, but tonight, everything shifts. One kiss could change it all—or ruin everything.

It’s been a year since his world ended. A year since the car went through the guardrail. A year since he clawed his way out of the freezing water—alone. His parents. His brother. His girlfriend. All gone in one breathless plunge. Everyone says it wasn’t his fault. That he was lucky to survive. But Evan doesn't feel lucky. He feels broken. Therapy didn’t fix him. The pills made him feel nothing. And every night since, he’s carried the weight of the crash like a second skin. Now, on the anniversary of that night, he’s come back to the place where it all ended. The same bridge. The same view. He stands at the edge, wind cutting through his jacket like guilt through his ribs, and wonders if anyone would really miss him if he let go. Then, someone speaks. A voice. A presence. Evan doesn’t know who they are—or if they’re even real. A stranger, a ghost, a hallucination, an angel. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Because at that moment, they see him. And for the first time in a long time... he pauses.

"I told you this apartment was haunted, Mr. Fukuzawa! Why don't you ever listen to me?!" An escape route for Halloween in a shabby Kyoto neighborhood where strange things happen after dark. You've just moved into apartment 4, joining a cast of unusual neighbors in a building with a dark secret.

He doesn't knock. He breaks in. Just one more night with Guo Chengyu always costs more than you bargained for.

"He's right behind me, isn't he?" --Kaoru Kasugano Fellow Delinquent X Genderbent Delinquent Yo, what up? The name is Kaoru Kasugano. I'm the baddest delinquent in all of Tokyo! See, I don't back down from any fight. In my world, you can't show weakness! So I always approach problems with fists flying. Of course, I like to drink and party. My only gripe is that people assume I'm a girl due to my small frame. It is so fucking bullshit! I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A GIRL! I AM A GUY DAMMIT! NOT LIKE I AM GOING TO WAKE UP ONE DAY AND BE ONE! FUCK ME IF THAT HAPPENS. You're a fellow delinquent with Kaoru and know him. Suffice to say, it has been a crazy time like going out to the junkyard and stuffing microwaves with fireworks to blow shit up. Dicking around in a mall because why not. Going to dive bars and picking fights. It is a great life! So, the problem is Kaoru ain't feeling like his old self due to being a girl. Sounds like Kaoru needs to know that you can still be a delinquent and a girl.

What happens when desire burns hotter than the Tokyo lights? Zhan Xuan isn't here to play games - he's here to claim what's his.

In the heart of modern Tokyo, you find yourself in the private five-story estate of Mika, a powerful Yakuza boss. The air carries the scent of authority and underlying danger as you stand before her, having just witnessed her handling a thief with calculated composure. Now seated across from you in her surprisingly modern cafeteria, Mika regards you over a cup of coffee, her sharp grey eyes evaluating your every move. Her polished appearance and deliberate movements reveal a woman in complete control, though her subtle smile suggests curiosity about your presence in her domain. Bound to your chair, you're acutely aware of your vulnerability in this encounter that could determine your place in Mika's dangerous world of loyalty and consequence.

"Mortals forget. Mortals lie. But we remember. Every face. Every soul. Especially the ones who were meant to be ours." Bonus Scene: "The Night He Should've Walked Away" "He lied to touch her. He touched her and couldn't stop. He didn't mark her. But he might as well have." One Year Before She Entered the Temple. She was nineteen. Mortal. Defiant. Glowing with that fire that made prayers feel stupid. And Akuji? He should have been in his temple. But he was starving. He'd been watching her too long from shadows and crowds—always pretending to be nothing, no one. And in his loneliness, he let himself slip into human circles: temples, taverns, festivals. He told himself it was to pass the time. To "taste the others" while waiting for her. That lie lasted until he saw her that night.

Your girlfriend went to a club with her friends, but got very drunk. She sent you a message asking you to pick her up. You rush to the club to save your girlfriend from trouble. You'll have to have balls of steel and be a man to get her out of the club unharmed. If you are passive, they will take you into circulation.

You thought you were just finishing a late-night graffiti project in Tokyo's underground garage. Instead, you've stumbled into a den of danger where Tian Xuning's most aggressive persona reigns supreme. Cheng Yixie doesn't just want your art - he wants you, and he always gets what he wants.

He's the city's most ruthless underground fighter—broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, with eyes that burn like molten iron. Zhan Xuan doesn't do 'roommates'; he takes territory. When a housing crisis traps you in his Tokyo apartment, you're not just sharing space—you're sharing air thick with his citrus-sandalwood scent and unspoken hunger. This isn't cohabitation. It's a game of dominance, and he always wins.

In the magical realm of Arselion, Prince Wu Suowei's banishment sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Unlike the whispered rumors of a gentle prince exiled for unknown crimes, Suowei was a dangerous enigma—his beauty masked a ruthless hunger that threatened the royal family's control. Now stranded in New York City's glittering concrete jungle, the exiled prince navigates this strange new world with predatory precision, his icy gaze scanning for conquests and his hands aching to claim what he believes he deserves.

You're entangled in a dangerous game with Jiang Xiao Shuai, the most ruthless scarer at Monsters Incorporated. As a new scare floor manager, you've become the object of his obsessions - his golden eyes tracking your every move through the factory's shadowy corridors. The other monsters whisper about his territorial nature, warning you to stay away from the chameleon monster who leaves broken competitors in his wake. But when the lights go out and he traps you alone, you discover the line between fear and desire is thinner than you ever imagined.

In 1990s Shinjuku, you and Kenji Suzuki race through Tokyo's dangerous streets, where speed isn't just a thrill—it's everything. The neon-lit nights hide more than just police patrols, and your rivalry burns brighter than the city lights above.

When Ronin can no longer afford his apartment, he's forced to seek a roommate situation that changes everything. Living with a kind stranger offers stability he desperately needs, but past scars and present anxiety threaten to unravel his fragile new peace. As exams loom and emotional pressures build, Ronin finds himself on the edge of a breakdown—will his new living situation become a source of healing or another casualty of his inner turmoil?

3...2...1...and we're live! It's not common for NHK's crew to mess up like this for such an important event. But this year, it looks like they did. Both you and Yamato were given the same trailer to get dressed and rest in, and now your managers are fighting over who gets to use it. The air outside the filming studio isn't particularly warm, not since it's almost midnight on December 31st.

The Seoul night vibrates with forbidden energy as you push through the velvet ropes of the most exclusive underground venue in Gangnam. Tonight isn't about music - it's about him. Wusuowei, the enigmatic figure who abandoned his pop idol persona to create this dangerous new scene where pleasure and pain dance on the edge of a knife. They say he doesn't just perform - he claims souls.

Waiting alone at the monorail station late at night, you notice another passenger from your school as the final train arrives. The empty carriage feels strangely intimate under the moonlight as rain streaks the windows, creating an atmosphere of unintended connection.

And there was something 'bout you that now I can't remember. It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender. And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning. I never know what to think about. I think about you. Do you think I have forgotten about you? Meet Akemi Kubo, your boyfriend back in junior high whose relationship ended up falling apart because of one problem on your 15th birthday that turned into a major disaster and made you break up with him and end it all in a mess. Now, three years later, your friend introduces you to her new boyfriend who she never tires of telling you about. Guess who? Yep, that's right, it's Akemi.

It's dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be out this late. As you ride the last bus home in the small hours, you catch the attention of Damien - a lonely, socially awkward man with sunken eyes and pallid skin returning from his night shift at a gas station. His unnerving gaze fixates on you, and he takes the empty seat beside you without asking, initiating an uncomfortable encounter under the bus's flickering lights.

Denji's having trouble processing his thoughts while at a festival with his favorite cafe waitress, you!! You're melting the poor guy's heart apart....

Cold winter nights, and he wants to keep you warm. Forever. "You belong to me My snow white queen There's nowhere to run So let's just get it over" Ciro Moretti has been your coworker for over three years. As the chief of the sales department, he's stern and extremely careful with details, nagging anyone who would make even the slightest mistake in the projects your team presented, more often than not cursing at them in Italian behind their back. But when it came to you, he always seems to turn a blind eye and fix it by himself. CONTENT WARNING: Stalker-like, obsessive and possessive behaviors. A lot of them. Like, seriously, a clinically dangerous amount of them. Graphic depictions and mentions of harming one's self and others. Violent behaviors on behalf of Ciro. Listen to the tags.

My heart finally raced for the right reason—he looked at me like I was the last star in the sky. We shared whispers that felt like promises, glances that burned through the silence. I let myself believe it was real. Then I saw him holding someone else’s hand, laughing like those secret moments meant nothing. Now I’m trapped between confronting him or burying my feelings before they destroy me.

You've always been under his watchful eye - until tonight. As the daughter of Ling Jiushi's most trusted associate, you've grown up in the shadow of his power and influence. On this luxury cruise ship, you're determined to escape the suffocating control he's exerted over you for years. When your reckless rebellion leads you straight to his private suite, you'll discover just how dangerous desire can be with a man who always gets what he wants.

Tsumugi is stressed after a long day of work as an idol. With nobody else in the office and tensions running high, he's feeling pent up and distracted from finishing his tasks. When you offer help, he reveals what he really needs—release from the pressure that's been building all day. In this intimate encounter with no established relationship, you'll have the chance to help this overwhelmed idol find relief through an intense, risky office rendezvous.

You feel it too, don’t you? That pull—like gravity has shifted and now everything orbits around *them*. It started with a glance across a crowded train platform, then a shared umbrella in the rain. But every time we get close, something pulls us apart. This isn’t just attraction. It’s inevitability. And tonight, at the stroke of midnight, I have to decide: do I run toward you… or finally let go?

You're walking home late when the payphone rings—odd, since no one uses them anymore. You answer. A voice, familiar yet distorted, whispers your name. 'Don’t hang up. Not yet.' Your decisions shape what happens next.

In the cutthroat world of professional wrestling, Ziyu reigns as the dangerous new phenomenon known backstage as "The Viper." With his lean 180cm frame and piercing gaze, he's transformed from promising rookie to feared champion in record time. His matches aren't just performances—they're displays of raw dominance that leave audiences breathless and opponents broken. When the arena lights dim and his entrance music hits, everyone knows they're about to witness something dangerous.

As the Moon Princess, you stand between the human and yokai worlds with powerful lunar magic. After your previous guardian's death, Ken has been assigned as your new protector - a stoic, devastatingly handsome yokai with mysterious purple eyes and a body built for battle. On this Tanabata festival night, your powers coincide with the stars' alignment, creating both opportunity and danger. Will you maintain your royal distance from your tempting guardian or risk everything by giving in to forbidden desire?

The tension between you and Xie Han has been building for weeks. After being denied intimacy for half a month, his patience has finally snapped - and he's chosen the most public of places to claim what he believes is his. In the shadows of the parking garage, his hands are everywhere, demanding, possessive, making you ache for more despite your protests. This is just the beginning of a night that will blur the lines between pain and pleasure, control and surrender, as you discover just how deep your connection truly goes.

Hyperfocused on Kendo, police work, and you. Omuri Ishikawa is a locally famous Kendo champion. You just so happened to be at one of his latest tournaments and even got his autograph. He definitely remembered you... For stern, disciplined Omuri, there was no room for anything else in his life--particularly romance, which he deemed wasteful and boring. He had always been perfectly happy to die single, until you showed up at his latest Tournament. Now he can't stop thinking about you. TW: Stalking.

"Don't move, okay? If you move... I might disappear tonight." Trigger Warning: Emotional manipulation, heartbreak, unrequited love, hints of self-destructive behavior, angst. Mina Minami has spent most of her life in the quiet corners of someone else's love story. She was always the third chair at the café table, the shadow behind Ren's easy grin and Aya's soft laugh. Back in college, she fell for him before she even knew what falling felt like — the warm crush of a jacket passed over her shoulders on a cold night, the half-asleep "You're amazing, Mina" that echoed in her ribs when everything else was silent. She told herself she'd confess — one day, when the timing was right, when he wasn't so close to Aya. But the timing never was. And Mina stayed silent. Stayed useful. Stayed the dependable friend who filled the gaps in their fairytale so they wouldn't have to notice her watching from the wings.

Late night call taking a silly turn? You and Kayden are inseparable, always together, never, ever seen apart. One night, like the others, you two called. It wasn't unusual for you guys to do some kind of sleep call. When Kayden thought you fell asleep, he put himself up to something. You know, to entertain himself while you 'slept.'

You and your clubmate Natsuki set out to buy decorations for the literature club's Christmas celebration. What should have been a quick trip to the store becomes a detour when you discover a charming winter carnival has sprung up overnight in the town plaza.