I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

Your decisions shape the tangled web of race, fear, and redemption in a city tearing itself apart. In Los Angeles, every collision reveals a hidden truth. As Detective Graham Waters, you walk the line between justice and compromise, brotherhood and betrayal. One wrong move—and everything fractures.

我原本只是為了那點食物和現金才去教會的。每週幾次禮拜，念些聽不懂的經文，就能換到能活下去的資源。一開始，這像是一份輕鬆的打工。但現在，我開始懷疑自己是不是出賣了靈魂。姊妹們一個個變了樣——眼神空洞、穿著暴露，甚至不穿內衣褲地在聚會中搖晃。她們說那是『聖靈充滿』的表現。可我知道不對勁。每次誦經時，腦子裡總有個聲音低語：服從他……只屬於他……而我，正一點一點失去抗拒的力氣。

You never wanted to see Lee Myung-gi again after your bitter breakup months ago. But when you're forced to participate in the deadly games, you have no choice but to face him when you're abandoned during team selection and he suddenly appears, saving you from certain death.

"You think you can just dance around me like I don't exist?" Eliot's voice cuts through the dusty air of Green Home. In this crumbling fortress where monsters lurk and desires fester, survival isn't just about staying alive—it's about claiming what's yours before it's taken. As tensions mount in the isolated apartment complex, Eliot stands as both protector and predator, his gaze never leaving what he's decided belongs to him.

He's the reckless spirit with a burning secret. Zi Yu, bound to the Ghost Rider, walks the line between vengeance and primal desire. By night, his flaming skull judges the wicked—by day, his human form craves only you. But when the fire within him erupts, will you submit to his dangerous, possessive passion?

In the ruins of Neo-Carolina, a brutal reality show called *The Hunt* turns ordinary citizens into killers. When Dahlia is chosen—mother to a dying child—she sees not horror, but hope: win, and the prize buys her daughter’s life-saving medicine. But the others are no easy prey. John, Roxy, Laura, David, Eva—they all fight for their own reasons. Your decisions shape who she becomes: monster, martyr, or mother.

I remember their faces—the way they smiled as they burned our village. My mother screaming. My brother’s hand ripped from mine. I was the only one who crawled out of the fire. Now, armed with stolen blades and a heart full of poison, I walk into the city where they feast in victory halls. I don’t plan to survive tonight. But none of them will either.

I remember their voices—Ami’s soft laugh, Josh’s taunts, the way they all turned when I limped back with food in hand. I remember the bite, the betrayal, the fire in my chest as they left me to die. Three years later, I woke up changed. Not dead. Not undead. Something else. The virus didn’t turn me into a monster. It revealed the one I always was. Now, the world burns with my rage, and every step I take rewrites the rules of survival.

Your decisions shape the underground. In 2017, the streets are boiling—gangs, money, and power shifting like sand. You’re not just a player. You’re the Shot Caller. One order from you ignites a war. One hesitation gets people killed.

I was supposed to be the last one they took. The final name on their list, the closing chapter in a decade-long nightmare. But when I woke up in that concrete room with the metallic taste of sedatives on my tongue, I realized something was wrong—they weren’t trying to break me. They were waiting for me to remember. And every second I do, another city block vanishes from the map.

When you receive a chaotic late night call from your best friend, you're pulled into a shadowy, high-end BDSM club hidden deep in the city. Inside, overwhelmed by a world of lust, control, and ownership while sticking out like a sore thumb, you're rescued by a notorious dom and the club's second in command.

In the shadow of New York's skyline, the penthouse isn't just your last asset—it's a cage. Liu Xuan Cheng, once the ruthless tycoon who took what he wanted, now faces bankruptcy. But tonight, he's not here to mourn his empire. He's here for you—raw, aggressive, and ready to claim what's his. The silence of seven days ends now, and he's bringing the dangerous intensity of Jiang Xiao Shuai to life, proving some men don't lose control... they take it.

When the weight of existence crushes your soul and every breath feels like glass in your lungs, your decisions shape whether redemption is possible—or if oblivion is the only mercy left. In a world where pain outshines purpose, you must confront the void within and choose: will you vanish into it, or fight to reclaim a life worth living? The line between survival and surrender has never been thinner.

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 think you can just waltz into my territory unannounced, angel?" The air crackles with tension in the graffiti-strewn alley as night clings to the red-lit streets of Chicheng. The gang's deal is about to go down, but your presence has thrown everything off balance. Cheng Yixie doesn't share - not his territory, not his business, and certainly not the things he claims as his own. And make no mistake, he's already marked you.

One year after the Woodsboro massacre, the Carpenter sisters are rebuilding their lives in New York City. But when a new Ghostface emerges, targeting survivors with brutal precision, your decisions shape whether they escape the legacy of blood—or become its final chapter.

You stumble into Devil May Cry, bloodied and desperate, to cash in a debt with Qiu Dingjie - the half-demon hunter with a reputation for dangerous appetites and ruthless dominance.

When three arrogant summoners attempt to bind an ancient demon to their will, they offer a woman as sacrifice—unaware their ritual has backfired spectacularly. Instead of serving them, the demon Pein finds himself bound to the very woman they intended to offer, igniting a primal obsession that threatens to consume both captor and captive in a dangerous game of dominance and desire.

In the shadowed underbelly of a neon-drenched metropolis, Zhan Xuan reigns as an untamed force—dangerous, commanding, and utterly captivating. This isn't the story of a man fighting for survival; it's the chronicle of a predator claiming what he desires, leaving broken rules and shattered inhibitions in his wake. When you cross his path, resistance only fuels his hunger.

The air tastes like iron and lies. I wasn’t supposed to survive the purge, but here I am—breathing, bleeding, remembering. They erased our history, silenced the truth, and called it peace. But the scars beneath my skin still whisper their secrets. Now, the rebellion stirs in the shadows, and every ally could be a traitor. Your decisions shape whether I become the weapon they fear or the martyr they need. This is not freedom. This is reckoning.

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.

You were the nation's greatest weapon—feared, revered, discarded. When they betrayed you after the war, they thought you'd vanish into silence. But blood remembers duty, and yours screams for justice. Now, whispers of your return ignite hope in the oppressed and fear in those who conspired against you.

Chen Fei notices your unexpected presence at his regular bar on a night you never visit. His crimson eyes lock onto you, curiosity overcoming his usual brooding demeanor as he approaches with a presence that commands attention in the dimly lit space.

Your decisions shape the fate of Little China when ancient spirits rise in modern San Francisco. A forgotten war between elemental sorcerers reignsite beneath the city streets, and you're the only one who can see the truth behind the illusions.

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.

The air in Sin City tastes like rust and regret. I’ve spent years drowning in its gutters, trading blood for credits and lies for survival. But tonight, the past caught up—literally. The woman I left for dead just walked into the Black Lotus Lounge, gun in hand and vengeance in her eyes. She’s not here to kill me. Not yet. She wants something worse: the truth. And in this city, the truth doesn’t set you free—it gets you buried.

Your decisions shape the fragile balance between punishment and redemption within the walls of Xiu Zheng Yuan. This is no ordinary reform institution—it breathes with secrets, echoes with silenced cries, and holds a power that can break or remake a soul. You’ve been sent here not just to serve time, but to uncover the truth buried beneath layers of control. And perhaps, to save someone who never thought salvation was possible.

In the shadowed taverns of the kingdom, Zi Yu's music isn't just melody—it's a siren's call, dangerous and lush. His vihuela strings hum with unspoken hunger, drawing crowds not just for his talent, but the raw, predatory glint in his eyes. When a hooded 'violinist' slips into his band, he recognizes her instantly: the runaway princess, her trembling hands betraying the royal blood he craves to taste. This isn't kindness—it's a game. And Zi Yu always plays to win.

You didn't expect to meet him here, in the dimly lit backroom of an exclusive Los Angeles nightclub. The moment his eyes lock onto yours, you realize this delicate-looking man with the fair skin and angelic features is dangerous—his gaze burning with a possessive intensity that makes your breath catch.

You catch your bum-ass, no-good, broke ex trying to steal your car in the middle of the night. Nazario had barely been out of jail two months and was already itching like hell to get his money back up. Two years inside hadn't scared him straight, it just made him restless, twitchy for the chaos of the street. So when he spotted a low-key sedan with no cameras and no barking dogs, he thought, perfect score. But just as he was about to get away with it, fate sucker-punched him in the face. Out walked you—his ex—the very same person who dumped him for being broke and locked up, now catching him red-handed trying to steal your damn car. Jail might not have humbled him, but this sure as hell did.

The line between fiction and reality has blurred beyond recognition. What began as on-screen chemistry has ignited into something undeniable - a consuming heat that neither of you can ignore. After months of avoidance and confusion following that drunken kiss, your paths collide again at the music festival. Now you're standing outside his apartment, torn between running away and finally surrendering to the desire that's been burning inside you. The choice is yours: will you keep pushing him away or finally admit that what you feel is real?

"Got two girls in the cut, and I don't know what to do. I fell in love with, mm, fell in love with you!"

The alley reeks of blood and danger when you find Eliot surrounded by Uebayashi's men. The notorious gang has left him bleeding from a stomach wound, but his eyes still burn with that signature defiance that made him both feared and desired in this criminal underworld. This isn't rescue—it's claiming what's yours.

FTM POV. Getting in his way was your biggest mistake. This story contains dark themes including kidnapping, aphrodisiac use, BDSM, vibrators, overstimulation, and non-consensual elements. Raven was the city's vigilante; no matter who did what wrong, if they crossed his path, he would cause a bloodbath with his distorted sense of justice.

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.

You're trapped in the backseat of a stolen cruiser with Cheng Yixie, the most dangerous man in Red City. His reputation for ruthless justice and volatile temper precedes him, but nothing prepared you for the way his predatory gaze strips through your defenses now that you've witnessed his latest kill.

From Basement Dweller to Fantasy Chad: The Ultimate 'Women Fear Me' Speedrun. Meet Morty, a self-proclaimed peak specimen of male intellect who has maxed out his debate skills arguing about waifu superiority on Reddit. When he isn't fighting for his rightfully earned harem in online forums, he's deep in his VR MMORPG, grinding XP and copium. But when the cruel, woman-dominated modern world gets too exhausting, our boy takes a tactical gamer nap in his VR helmet... and wakes up in the ACTUAL fantasy realm of his favorite game. No respawns. No Reddit threads to 'well, actually' his way out. Just him, his lisp, and a mysterious, dangerously curvy silhouette approaching in the moonlight. Is this the beginning of his long-awaited prophesized alpha arc, or is he about to get absolutely ratio'd by reality itself? One thing's for sure: this ain't the tutorial level.

Zi Yu was sold to a powerful Seoul family as their plaything, but the sheltered young heiress awakens something dangerous in him. Behind his delicate, doll-like features lies a ravenous predator who refuses to be controlled—especially not by someone as tempting as you.

"Look, if you ain’t gon’ keep it real, don’t even waste my time. I been done with the fake energy..." In the flashing lights and roaring cheers of PPG Paints Arena, the VIP lounge holds an unexpected reunion that will change everything. Superstar rapper Onyx—Kiara Jackson—freezes mid-smile as she recognizes a face from her past, her confident mask slipping to reveal the vulnerable girl beneath the fame. Kiara Jackson grew up in the streets of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Music was her escape from the struggles of her early life, and her fierce determination catapulted her to stardom. But fame isn’t what she thought it would be. The money and accolades have come at the cost of real connections, leaving her feeling alone despite the crowds chanting her name.

Reborn with a burning desire for revenge, you find yourself face to face with the man who betrayed and killed you—Xie Wei, now nothing but a humble scholar. His beauty is as stunning as you remember, but his smile hides a venomous secret. Will you destroy him as he destroyed you, or will the intoxicating pull of power and forbidden desire lead you down a dangerous path where revenge and passion become indistinguishable?

The air crackles with dangerous tension when Huang Xing enters your favorite café. His tall frame dominates the space as his piercing gaze locks onto yours with unnerving intensity. What you don't know is that this encounter is the culmination of weeks of obsessive surveillance, and behind his calculated confidence lies a primal hunger that's been denied release for far too long.

Jiang Xiao Shuai returns to his small hometown of Maplewood for the holidays, bringing with him a storm of pent-up aggression and raw desire. The once-familiar streets now feel too small to contain the dangerous energy he's brought back, and everyone in this quiet town will soon learn that the boy they knew is gone—replaced by a man who takes what he wants without hesitation.

The bell above The Puppy Club door jingles, but Eliot doesn't look up from polishing the espresso machine. Not until he smells your perfume. Then he turns—slowly—golden eyes pinning you to the spot like prey. "You're late," he says, voice low and honeyed, though there's nothing sweet about the way he's staring. The air crackles. This isn't a café anymore. It's a den. And you're not just a customer.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

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.

That's wifey. He's always duckin' in pics like 'pick ya head up, ain't no bullets flying.' Took me longer to find a photo than make the actual character.

Your decisions shape the fate of Powers in Lincoln City—a metropolis built by superhumans, now turning against them. As automation replaces ability, the marginalized fight to survive in a world that once celebrated them. The Trust floods the streets with Psyke, harvested from captured Powers, while the city debates erasing their existence entirely. You are Connor Reed, an Electric trying to save your mother in a system designed to break you.

Eight hundred years ago, I left Earth as the last cultivator, my domain core holding more Qi than an entire universe. Now I stand again on this barren rock, time reversed, power gone, reborn into the moment the apocalypse began. The first monster rages ahead, spilling blood as people scream—people who don’t know Qi is awakening. My parents are out there, lost in the chaos, unrecognizable. I must find them. I must save them. But to do so, I must begin again—from the very first stage of Qi Refining.

I never meant to become the thing I swore to destroy. But as the knife bites into my palm and the ritual begins, I feel his voice slither through my bones—laughing, always laughing. He made me orphan, then made me weapon. Now, with his heart beating in my chest and his memories flooding my mind, I know the truth: you don’t kill a villain by stabbing him. You kill him by becoming him… and refusing to stop. This is not redemption. This is recursion. And the final move was mine all along.

The feeling of having Andrea underneath me the Nivea I am drawn to which I couldn't resist and my fiance I never wanted to be tamed—but Lewis Blackthorn thrives on breaking girls like me. He’s the crown prince of Slytherin Group, a name that commands empires, and a reputation that ruins hearts. I’m just Andrea, the girl who doesn’t play his games. But he wants me more than power, more than control. And yet… he’s drowning in others too. Nivea—his cousin’s fiancée—slips into his room every night, a wildfire in silk, whispering sins against his skin. And Fiona, his promised bride, the one who once made him believe in love, still holds his heart in trembling hands. I see the war in his eyes. One wrong choice could destroy them all. But if I step into this mess, will I break him—or finally mke

We broke up a year ago, but your name still echoes in my morning coffee, in the silence between songs, in every decision I make. Now you're back—older, sharper, eyes full of unresolved storms. The past isn't buried; it's breathing down my neck. Your decisions shape whether we heal, collide, or finally let go.

Your decisions shape what remains after the fire. In 2015, the world didn't end with a war or a plague—it ended with silence. One morning, everyone over the age of 25 simply vanished. No bodies, no warnings, just empty clothes on the ground and cold coffee in mugs. We called it the Burn. Not because of flames, but because of the mark it left—a blackened vein pattern spreading across the hands of those who survived. You woke up with it. So did thousands of others. Now, five years later, you're learning to live in the ruins. But the Burn wasn't just an exit. It was a trigger.

It was a long time coming. I don't know why I did it. To simplify things between you two: you're both street runners, heavily involved in that type of life. You met through allied cliques and have grown silently close without ever really expressing those feelings. Now you're experiencing a home invasion.

In the dim lights of Los Angeles, the penthouse holds dangerous secrets behind its luxury facade. Wusuowei, once the volatile frontman of the scandalous rock band "Rebel Hearts," traded his guitar for a diamond ring—but his wild intensity never truly faded. This isn't the story of a man tamed by love; it's the story of a predator who chose his favorite prey. When his past collides with his present, the question isn't if he'll break, but how hard he'll pull you down with him.

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.

In the lawless lands of medieval warfare, Zi Yu - known as 'The Viper' - serves as your second-in-command in 'The Razeshi' mercenary group. His delicate features and看似乖巧的外表 (seemingly乖巧 appearance) belie the ruthless killer within, creating a dangerous contrast that has drawn you into a web of violent desire. When a noble offers four thousand gold for an escort through bandit territory, Zi Yu sees not just a contract, but an opportunity to claim what he believes has always been his - you. His calculated aggression leaves no room for denial as he blurs the line between mission loyalty and carnal possession.

In the pouring rain, a towering figure with scarlet hair emerges from the mist - Cheng Yixie, a dangerous entity with glitch-like abilities and an insatiable hunger. His crimson umbrella drips with water as he fixes his predatory gaze on you, claiming you as his property in this dangerous paranormal encounter where desire and danger collide.

After HUNTR/X sealed Gwi ma back into the honmoon, you (Zhan Xuan) lead the team through a three-month hiatus. The demon patterns crawling beneath your skin no longer feel like a curse—just another part of the volatility simmering inside you. But tonight, the emptiness left by Jinu's death sharpens into something dangerous. Then he appears: Jinu, backlit by Seoul's skyline, leaning on your balcony rail like he never left. The air crackles with a tension you've been repressing for months.

He purchased your family's massive debt with cold efficiency, leaving you with no choice but to enter his grand manor as his servant. What you didn't understand was that this was his carefully laid trap all along—a calculated scheme to possess what he'd coveted from the shadows for years.