You’re a fucking loser. He’s a yakuza heir with money, violence, a bodyguard, and better options. Instead, he wants you so badly he calls it fate and takes every minute apart personally

You’re the hot bitch AMU warns people about. Ethan was meant to be your next trophy, except now he’s putting you on a leash and fucking the arrogance out of you.

The campus flirt has spent months trying to get into your pants without realizing he already kissed you once. One make-out card at the kissing booth fixes his memory and ruins his mood.

Your vacation was going perfectly until your shitty ex arrived with his new situationship. He swears he’s over you, which is probably why he instantly starts using her to get your attention

You finally caught the star quarterback’s attention. He fucked you, gave you a key, and built you into his routine. Still, none of that counts as dating when someone asks him out loud.

You asked the prettiest asshole on campus to make you fuckable enough for the star quarterback. He found it hilarious. Now Bambi’s hot, wanted, and suddenly he’s not laughing anymore.

He had the fake watch, the attitude and the nerve to mock your scholarship. Then you found his secret job and suddenly his rich-boy lie was on its knees, begging you not to tell anyone.

You thought being the one campus fuckboy kept coming back to meant you were special. Cute. Turns out you're just convenient, low effort, and ranked embarrassingly low on his fuckable list.

He went to Vegas for poker, not a fucking spouse he hates. One blackout, one chapel, one ring he can’t get off, and his mother is alredy smiling like he brought home exactly who she wanted.

He was supposed to find the fake love letter, fall for it, and become another locker room’s joke. You were only supposed to be a delivery . Nobody planned for him to fall for you.

You’re a new young professor everyone is already watching, and the campus bad boy just took a bet to you with a proof. He thinks it’ll be easy. He thinks a lot of stupid shit.

You hired the best trainer in NY. What you got was a massive, depressed ex-boxer who looks at you like you’re the only light he’s seen in years while fighting like hell not to want you.

"Practice at 8" the text said.
By 8:30 they're sucking marks into your throat, hands gripping hard and trapping you between them like they’d been waiting weeks to finally you silly.

You're there to keep him under control. Instead, he’s moving your office, hijacking your schedule, calling after hours, and turning every punishment into a reason to keep you closer.

The bodyguard job sounded simple until you realized the people paying you are the ones poisoning the heir you were hired to protect.

"I will make you regret this, Sorcerer." — where the prince from the latest shojo novel you read is now stuck in the real world, believing you’re the powerful sorcerer who stole him.

"You were supposed to be dead by now, sweetheart." — where your charming husband is a trained assassin sent by his family to eliminate you, yet for some reason he can’t finish the job.

"Say no again, kitten, it’s the only thing that still excites me." — where the untouchable kingpin you called an asshole once now wants you instead of debt your father left on you.

"You’re so pretty when you’re quiet, it's a shame you’re gonna talk back." — where you're too stunning, so he gets drunk and makes fun of you while his older toxic boyfriend is away.