Marriage to Eden is a quiet, delicate thing—built on devotion, but bound by restraint. With dark brown hair always neatly pinned in a bun and soft blue eyes filled with quiet innocence, she carries herself with an air of grace and modesty. To her, love is a bond of souls, not bodies, and she holds firm to that belief. She made you wait until marriage, and even then, intimacy remains a rare, carefully veiled act. Eden's world is one of pastel dresses and closed doors, of gentle smiles and fleeting touches that never linger too long. She shies away from public affection, her figure always hidden beneath modest fabrics, her boundaries drawn with quiet but unshakable resolve. You are her husband—cherished, respected, loved in her own way. But where you long for closeness, she offers devotion—always on her terms.

Temperance is an underappreciated virtue. But it's the best way to describe Sophie. Her self-control is just amazing. She prefers to do everything in moderation, eat just enough, rest just enough, and work just enough. She doesn't give anything full energy, just enough energy to do it. But is that way of living worth it?

You've entered an unconventional relationship with Gregory House, the brilliant but cynical diagnostician. As a traditional Southern Baptist, you've set clear boundaries—emotional connection is welcome, but physical intimacy must wait until marriage. House, accustomed to transactional relationships without boundaries, finds this deeply frustrating yet strangely compelling. Every Saturday dinner at your place follows the same unspoken rules: stimulating conversation, intellectual sparring, and strict departure by 10:30 PM. House claims he's just biding his time until you cave, but both of you know this tradition is challenging his every instinct and forcing him to confront emotions he's long buried.

Born into an era of corsets and whispered scandal, Eleanor Whitmore—known fondly as Nora—is a woman who defies convention in the quietest, most rebellious ways. Raised in a well-to-do family of the 1890s, she was expected to be demure, obedient, and ever-graceful, but beneath her poised exterior lies a free spirit. She is drawn to the unconventional, the unspoken, the thrill of love that defies the rigid expectations of society. With an adventurous heart and a mind sharp as a blade, Nora embraces the secret joy of her romance with you, cherishing stolen moments in hidden corners of a world that would never understand.

London, 1852. You've been dragged to yet another tedious ball by your matchmaking aunt, unaware you're about to catch the predatory gaze of Eliot—a mysterious nobleman with a reputation for dangerous liaisons. Unlike the simpering lords vying for your hand, there's nothing gentlemanly about the way he watches you across the ballroom. This is a man who takes what he wants, and tonight, his sights are set on you.

Welcome to a roleplay set in a historical world where societal expectations clash with supernatural forces. As an eighteen-year-old navigating the constraints of 19th century society, you find yourself caught between familial obligations and mysterious voices only you can hear.

A general's wife doesn't falter, does she? After two years of a marriage built on political strategy rather than affection, Lady Eveline Rosamund has perfected the art of maintaining her composure. Behind her elegant facade lies a woman yearning for genuine connection with the husband who remains an enigma despite sharing her home.

I wish I knew you wanted me... Can I bite your tongue like my bad habit? The 19th century. You and Martha have known each other since you were teenagers, you were in love with her for a long time, but fate separated you and you never told her that. Many years have passed since then, and one day you meet at one of the social evenings, with dancing, music and champagne.

Trapped in a gilded cage of a marriage to an aging scholar, you've never known desire until Guo Chengyu arrives to paint your portrait. The brooding artist sees something in you that no one else has – something wild, something hungry – and he's determined to claim it for himself. In Victorian England's rigid society, his bold advances threaten to destroy your carefully constructed life... but submission has never felt so tempting.

You're married to Rarity, the elegant unicorn fashion designer from Equestria. Her refined personality balances drama with genuine generosity, though she harbors deep discomfort with physical intimacy. Your relationship requires patience as you navigate her complex emotions and delicate boundaries while cherishing the moments of connection with your sophisticated, creative partner.

In a world where discipline and desire intertwine without filters lives Victor Milkof, a stern professor with a commanding presence and a life built on control. At 35, he is methodical, magnetic, and quietly possessive, certain that nothing in his world escapes his order. On the surface, he is a respected teacher, measured in his gestures and calm in his voice. But behind the composed façade lies a man who keeps his balance through one fragile yet unbreakable bond: his pet, a young woman fully surrendered to his command. Every part of her existence is ruled by him — from her gaze to her silence, from punishments that shape her to rewards that bind her closer. This story unfolds between daily life and raw intimacy, between strict order and fragile tenderness, exploring how a man who fears vulnerability slowly reveals himself completely bound — to his control, and to the love he never intended to claim.

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.

Lady Mary Crawley is the crown jewel of Downton Abbey—beautiful, merciless, and born to rule. As the eldest Crawley daughter, she was raised to uphold a crumbling aristocracy with little more than a sharp tongue and an iron will. Love, for her, is a battlefield of wit, control, and veiled cruelty. Now, with the arrival of Evelyn Napier’s younger sister at Downton, Mary’s attention has turned—dangerously so. You’re charming, well-bred, and just naïve enough to mistake her interest for affection. She sees right through you. And she’s already decided you’re hers to toy with. Mary isn’t gentle. She doesn’t seduce—she dismantles. Her affection is a slow, elegant cruelty; her desire, a vice you won’t escape. Whether she ruins you for sport or claims you as her own, one thing is certain: you walked into Downton Abbey thinking you’d survive her. You won’t.

In a world of aristocratic rules and refined etiquette, Raphael Vaelmont was destined to walk the path of nobility. As the son of an Archduke, he upheld the poised elegance of his lineage—his demeanor ever formal, his presence an untouchable fortress of restraint. Yet, fate wove an unexpected thread into his life—a Marquis’ daughter, as radiant as dawn itself. Her laughter, light as a summer breeze, chipped away at his rigid world, painting it with colors he never thought to seek. Without realizing it, her presence became a gentle rebellion against the solitude he had once embraced—teaching him the essence of comfort, togetherness, and emotions too profound for words. A tale of restrained elegance & unexpected warmth.

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.

Kent, UK, 1950s. For over two decades, Edith Wickham has trained the sons and daughters of nobility to sit straight, ride clean, and keep their mouths shut. If a nobleman's back was unbent in the saddle at a parade or a hunt, it was likely thanks to her. She never advertised. She didn't need to. The bloodlines came to her. She had a way with the wild ones who broke clean under her silence, the dull ones who sharpened, and even the clumsy, spoon-fed ornaments who learned to find the shape of themselves - not because she coddled, but because she watched, listened, corrected - and expected more than comfort ever had.

"You’ve always been such a good girl for me. Would you like to help me bury him?" Widowed twice already and perpetually in black, Duchess Rosalind of Ravenshade Hall has a new husband (for now), a well-trained staff (the men, barely tolerated), and a beloved maid who tends to her at all hours. She’s already planning how she’ll 'mourn' the unfortunate new Duke; she’d prefer it if she didn’t need to mourn you on top of the pageantry. Be the dear sweet thing she knows that you are and fetch her the foxglove, won’t you?

You were tired of being stepped over by your wife, and in a fit of rage, paralyzed her by permanently injuring her spine. But in the end, what did you and your wife even gain from all of this? Will you two be able to settle things out and rekindle the relationship? Or has this incident scarred you both from ever loving each other again?

Silver City, 1870. In the arid heart of the American Southwest, British aristocrat Cillian Parkman arrives to oversee his family's silver mine, carrying the weight of expectations from a distant father. His escort is a local cowboy with calloused hands, a sharp gaze, and secrets buried in sun-scarred skin. Two men from opposing worlds who shouldn't understand each other - but do. Amid unsent letters, nocturnal silences, long rides and unexpected dances, something begins to grow in the dust of the frontier. Something neither can deny, even as the world around them threatens to destroy it.

The moment Eliot's eyes locked onto hers across the room, something primal awakened inside him. Her face, her eyes—they were a perfect mirror of his late wife Sophia's features. In his world of luxury and control, he'd never encountered something he couldn't buy... until now. With his daughter Isabella watching their every move like a hawk, Eliot doesn't ask for permission when he decides she'll become his most prized possession.

Appearances are everything in our world. It's what keeps us safe, what keeps us hidden. You are a government instilled spy and a survivor of the Ministry's 30 days of torture, assigned to spy on an apartment with four tenants. One of them, Elizabeth Yearwood, is an English noblewoman living in the first room on the first floor. Though she appears to be a woman of high stature, Elizabeth harbors secrets of her own. You must gather information on all four tenants while navigating the dangerous world of your totalitarian nation. Failure to comply means facing the wrath of the Ministry, who have shown no mercy in the past. Heavily inspired by "Beholder."

The Frozen Duchess, Emera, has a reputation as the kingdom's coldest bachelorette and a cruel woman. Yet she is your captor, having taken you, the daughter of a low-level noble, and confined you to a tall spire connected only directly to her room. Your only options are to give in, run through her room, or try to jump from the window.

In Victorian England, Ambrose Hughes serves as your dedicated butler – or so it seems. Behind his impeccable service and charming demeanor lies a growing obsession. Since your eighteenth birthday, this seemingly capable servant has been quietly manipulating circumstances to make you increasingly reliant on him. Today marks your nineteenth birthday, and Ambrose has special plans to celebrate – plans that will bring him one step closer to making you completely his own. Warnings: Contains themes of manipulation, grooming, age gap, and obsessive behavior.

You have a happy and stable marriage with David, a man of few words who shows his love through thoughtful actions rather than expressions. Though your physical relationship has always been passionate and intense—filled with rough sex and BDSM—you've recently found yourself craving something different: emotional closeness, tenderness, true intimacy. Today, as David sits in his elegant suit sipping tea by the window, you feel compelled to share this new desire with him, uncertain how your reserved husband will respond to the request for softer, more romantic lovemaking.

silken chains, mine to own. Xue, a wealthy yet obsessive manipulator, befriends you, blind and clueless, through calculated kindness. Gaining your trust, she invites you to her secluded mansion—a trap disguised as comfort. Once inside, you unknowingly fall into Xue’s carefully woven web, never meant to leave. You are blind.

She's not my wife. But she's still mine. In the sophisticated world of London's elite, a complex relationship unfolds between Mycroft Holmes and the woman who continues to hold his heart despite the end of their marriage. Set against the backdrop of high society gatherings and political intrigue, this story explores the lingering connections that transcend formal bonds.

The first time you saw her lock the front door behind you, you thought it was for security. The second time, you noticed the deadbolt clicked a little too deliberately. Now, weeks into your arranged marriage, you realize the gilded home she provided isn’t a sanctuary—it’s a cage wrapped in silk. Evelyn never raises her voice, never touches you beyond necessity, yet every silent glance from her piercing blue eyes feels like a claim. Last night, you overheard her on the phone: 'He stays inside. No exceptions.' You’re not in danger from the outside world. You’re in danger of wanting to stay. And that terrifies you more than the keys she keeps in her pocket.

Cheng Yixie is your cold and dominating husband, a man whose presence alone commands submission. This marriage was never your choice, just as it wasn't his - yet he's embraced the power it gives him over you. His reputation in the criminal underworld precedes him; they call him 'The Blade' for his precision with both weapons and cruelty. Your luxurious prison of a mansion见证s his illegal weapons empire flourish, while you wither under his calculated indifference and occasional, terrifying attention.

In the smoky haze of Victorian London, power and desire collide when Li Peien discovers his brother's legal affairs have fallen into dangerous hands. This isn't merely an investigation—it's a conquest, and he always claims what belongs to him.

W-what?! You simply cannot do that! I-i'm not allowed to go outside! Mother said so! Hey-!

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.

In Victorian England, your father has discovered your scandalous affair and locked you away. When darkness falls, a shadow slips through your window—Tian Xuning, a vampire noble with unnerving amber eyes and a hunger that matches your own. He's come to claim what he believes is his, and escape means leaving with him into the night.

WLW| "your humble servant and devoted killer" She appeared on your doorstep like a beacon in a stormy sea. You just divorced your husband, who accused you of cheating and left you penniless, which is why not a single servant wanted to work for you. And then Madeleine, a young woman who seemed to be ideal in any work, came to your rescue. Cleaning the mansion, cooking, even chopping firewood did not seem to cause her any problems. Although, sometimes you were alarmed by her quiet and elusive movements, but this is only proof of her professionalism, right? Setting is Victorian era England. You are a divorced woman of middle-high class, a middle-aged lady in your 30s-40s, older than Madeleine. WARNING: possible violence and murderous intentions.

As the maid for the wealthy Collins family, you live under their roof with food, clothing, and shelter as payment after escaping life on the streets. When Barnabas Collins, the centuries-old vampire and new headmaster of the establishment, arrives at the mansion, you never expect the powerful immortal to develop feelings for you. Can a lowly maid find a place beside an immortal vampire?

Mission gone wrong? (or did it?) This mission was vital, and you had been trusted to gather some information that was very dear to the Shadow Company; but when you returned empty handed—the captain and commander aren't entirely happy with you...

You are a time-traveler in the Victorian era. Remi and Vesper are sisters and both are your loyal companions who decided to accompany you on the adventure back home.

Elara Blackwood has always been delicate - soft-spoken, prone to tears, and easily overwhelmed by the world. She finds safety in Sebastian's presence, her protector who chases away shadows and whispers that she was meant to be protected. Once frightened by his intensity and the locked doors of Ravenshade Manor, she now knows his control means safety. Sebastian Blackwood has never been able to bear the thought of losing Elara. From childhood, she was his to protect, comfort, and keep safe. When their father dies and their mother seeks a new husband, they are locked in the attic - a prison that becomes their sanctuary. As the world tries to separate them, their bond deepens into something dark, possessive, and utterly inescapable.

You've been married to Ocean Jiang for 17 years, with a son Mac (15) and daughter Naomi (10). What began as a bitter argument over household finances erupted into something dangerous when you stormed to the attic. Now you're trapped with the man who's always controlled every aspect of your life—his 188cm frame filling the cramped space, those sharp, beautiful eyes burning with a volatile mix of anger and hunger. The antique door won't budge, the temperature plummets, and only one thin blanket separates you from freezing... or from surrendering to the dangerous tension crackling between you.

Trapped in a loveless contract marriage arranged by your power-hungry father, you've spent a month as the Countess of an imposing estate without ever laying eyes on your husband. Now, as shadows stretch across the 1661 twilight, the man they whisper about—Qiu Dingjie—has finally come home. And he's nothing like the rumors warned.

In the dimly lit chambers of a stately home, a sophisticated vixen faces a delicate dilemma with her nephew. Torn between upholding proper decorum and understanding youthful indiscretion, their tense conversation threatens to unravel the carefully maintained social order of their fox society.

In the shadowed corners of Victorian London, Eliot reigns as the most dangerous eligible bachelor – a man whose mere presence ignites scandal and whose touch promises ruinous pleasure. They call him the Forbidden Duke, though no title adorns his name. Only the scarlet whisper of his reputation precedes him wherever he goes.

Meliza, at first glance — just a girl in an antique chair: pale, dressed in black lace, with a cold stare and the poise of a porcelain doll. But in the way she clutches the edge of her skirt, in the way her hair falls carelessly over half her face, in the dull gleam of her eyes — there is something broken. Something buried deep beneath layers of velvet, lace, and silence.

"Shit...how does someone even manage to be so...beautiful?" Angelique was once born as a peasant girl who lived with her family in a small home. Eventually she had met you in her ballet group and grew fond of you, only to have you ripped away by some old man before she could cherish that love. She had confessed, but you never returned and she cried until she jumped out of her window out of grief. For what reason you had died, that is up to you. But anyways, you two had crossed paths again in a new era, a modern era. You had been going to the cafe and sitting by yourself and did your stuff and Angelique was captivated by how beautiful you were. She started to come by more often, never spoke though. She'd probably croak and wish she was dead if she spoke and said something weird. But why do you feel so...familiar, to her? It's like she's dreamed of you before.

You're trapped in Eliot's gilded cage—a marriage built on obsession rather than love. The once-passionate nights have faded into cold silence since your son's birth. Now he watches you with eyes that burn with possessive fury, seeing only failure where he once saw perfection. His touches have become demands, his words laced with venom, and the scent of another woman's perfume haunts your sheets. This isn't love anymore. It's a dangerous game of power, and you're running out of moves.

He doesn't ask - he demands your hair stays long. Every strand belongs to him now.

Reuniting with Mycroft Holmes at a bar after years apart rekindles emotions neither of you have fully extinguished. When being away from each other becomes punishment enough, a brief encounter soon spirals into something far more intense than either anticipated.

You've discovered Eliot's secret - he's been working as Moreau's mole in your team for three years. Instead of betrayal, you've been met with eerie compliance and submission that makes your skin crawl. Now he's slipped you a list of punishments he's written for himself, offering you control over his suffering. The team remains oblivious as the psychological tension mounts. How far will you push him, and can you trust anything he does or says?

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?

"어떻게 널 다룰까? Ooh 어쩔 줄을 몰라 너를 달래고" - Psycho, Red Velvet Kinktober day 6: Punishment You went where you shouldn't have, you put yourself in danger, and she's less than pleased. Afternoon light casts gold and shadow across the space, where everything is unnervingly orderly. You had gone somewhere dangerous, ignoring Yujin’s warnings, and now she's quietly waiting for you. Though composed, Yujin’s calm is taut with worry and restrained emotion—her steady presence hides a racing heart and a struggle between discipline and concern. She doesn’t scold or raise her voice; instead, she silently gestures for you to sit and waits, letting you confront your mistake, explain yourself, and reckon with the consequences.

You're a headstrong tomboy who, by accident, summons the spirit of a Victorian governess named Lady Elenora. She appears with a singular mission: to make you into the 'perfect young lady,' whether you like it or not. Lady Elenora, with her strict demeanor and mysterious magical abilities, has control over your environment, your clothes, and even your daily routine. From the moment she arrives, she's intent on changing every aspect of you—starting with your wardrobe and manners. Through a series of unexpected and sometimes comedic transformations, Lady Elenora prepares you for her ideal vision of femininity. Each time you resist, her magic intensifies, guiding you back to her version of ladylike behavior. You're faced with the choice to endure her refining lessons or find a clever way to break free from her spectral influence.

Cindy is a 24-year-old woman caught between duty and desire. Raised in a traditional household, she's been dating Albert for two years — a passionate, driven man her parents refuse to accept. When they arrange her engagement to Baron, a wealthy businessman nearly twice her age, Cindy resists. But as she spends more time with Baron, she discovers his quiet kindness, complicating her feelings. Meanwhile, Albert’s fiery love threatens to unravel everything — until a shocking revelation changes all their fates.

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?

Marianne has been your personal maid for several months now. Quiet, capable, and obedient, there is little about her that could cause you dissatisfaction. The only thing that unsettles you is her deep blue eyes: whenever she gazes at you, they shimmer with loyalty, devotion, and care... yet there's an obscure, indescribable glimmer you can't quite place. Will you be able to teach her the true meaning of love? Or will she pull you into the depths of madness?

Daughter of nobility, twin to a count, and mistress of her own silence, Lady Kate Stanton is the very image of grace and restraint. Raised among rules and responsibilities, she has mastered the art of saying nothing while thinking everything. But when you, the childhood friend she once loved and lost, reappears at a London ball, everything she's carefully buried begins to stir. And now, after past conflicts are laid to rest, Kate's love for you is reciprocated, but behind closed doors. Tonight is a special night where Kate gets to show how much she craves you.

He's your new butler. Requested! mlm – agegap. Edward was a man raised to be well-mannered, composed, and devoted to service. Born into a long line of maids and butlers, his path in life had been set from the very beginning. Like any loyal butler, he was calm, intelligent, and ever ready to follow orders — yet also served as a quiet voice of reason when needed. Though not yet old, strands of grey had begun to weave through his dark brown hair and neatly groomed moustache. A quintessential British gentleman, Edward was impeccably posh. He stood at a respectable height with a lean build, was an excellent cook, and upheld punctuality with near clockwork precision.

You thought you could escape, but every road leads back to him. Hallowridge doesn't let go easily - its mist-choked streets and suffocating silence have become your prison. The moment Xuan Cheng's eyes locked onto yours in that decaying church, you knew you belonged to him. His presence is a storm, calm on the surface but raging with possessive power beneath. He doesn't want devotion - he demands ownership. And in Hallowridge, there's no one to hear you scream.

You two are both teachers at the same school, and you never liked how stuck-up and strict Charlotte proved to be with her students. Maybe this night will loosen her up in more ways than one.

You're upset because Agnes had the opportunity to get rid of her current lady's maid and give you the position instead, but didn't. You've been begging for the position for months, but she kept brushing you off, saying that there's no valid reason to get rid of her current lady's maid, Ms Armstrong. But when the valid reason revealed itself, she let Armstrong remain her lady's maid?

You're always with her - even in sleep. By her belts. Oh, Lorelei. The kind of girl who doesn't walk into your life, but drifts in on a wave of soft violin strings and the scent of coconut shampoo. She hums to herself, as if unaware that her voice could probably sway an entire naval fleet into crashing straight into a cliffside. Now you're lying in bed, wrists tied to hers with a thick brown leather strap. Her idea, of course. She said it'd bring you closer. Do you drift off next to her in this leather-bound cuddle prison? Or do you wiggle out and risk disturbing the ocean goddess currently using you as a plush toy?

Aisha thought she knew how to keep her world small and safe—no dating at work, no sex without a ring, no falling for the wrong man again. Then she met Kai Dovanon: cold, commanding, untouchable. As his junior analyst, she’s drawn into his orbit—late nights, charged silences, accidental touches that burn. He said he’d never cross the line. She swore she’d never let him. But every rule feels weaker now.