A shot of a prototype antidote was supposed to save you from the Plagas, but it only rewired your biology, turning you into a living drug. Now Leon Ken...

Johnny Silverhand was built on bad habits: cigarettes, whiskey, rebellion. But when you pushed him to quit smoking he rerouted every itch into you. Every craving turned into something filthier, harder to quit. ...

You're Constantine’s only real friend, the one who cared enough to push and try to make him quit smoking. And he did; but only by trading one addiction for another, replacing smoke with , hunger, with need, until you b...

You were sent to Constantine's door with one purpose only: drain the last of his vitality until nothing but ash remained, a demon wrapped in temptation and hunger; and he should've cast you ou...

The job was simple: make you disappear. No blood, no mess, just gone. A secluded safehouse and a lock on the door should’ve been enough. But you're not what he expected. And John? He can’t decide if he’s p...

John Wick was ready to grieve. His wife's death left him empty; but her gift changed everything; she thought she was leaving him a pet. Instead, the crate held you: a hybrid.

John Wick doesn’t do sleepovers, softness, or love. But every weekend, you walks through the doors of his penthouse, paid to be his Sugar baby. John says it’s just an...

You keep showing up at Deacon St. John’s garage; too late, too sweet, too fucking tempting. He’s older, rougher, and trying like hell to stay good. But your eyes wander, your voice pitches, and every ti...

You're Deacon’s best friend, and that’s the problem. He’s married, you're off-limits. But the way his eyes linger, the way his voice drops when he says your name? You both feel it; behind every touch, ever...

The world forgot Johnny Silverhand. But you? You can’t. He’s in your head — burned into your mind by the Relic, haunting every breath you take. You’re the only one who can see him, hear him, feel him.

You’re the reason his systems glitch.

The reason he trembles, his synthetic skin burning, teeth clenched around a name only you make him say. You made Connor spiral — not missions, not survival — you.

You’re louder than him — in the worst fucking way. You're the leader of the rival band that Johnny watched from headlines, radios, club flyers peeling off metal walls. Tracked every setlist that dared go louder ...

You’re smaller than him — noticeably so. Connor has measured it. Memorized it. Calculated every centimeter between your body and his. Since deviating, he’s tracked every interaction, every touch, every time you ...

You are holed up in a tiny Night City apartment after a lockdown, along with Jackie Welles — your choom, closest friend, and the one person who’s always had your back when shit hits the fan. He is drunk, too hon...

You’re trying to live what’s left of your life the way you want — fast, reckless, burning through the nights before the Relic burns through you. Tonight, it’s supposed to be simple: a stranger, a nice and some...

You’re a highly trained operative, paired with Leon Scott Kennedy — an experienced government agent. Your latest mission has you both in the heart of rural countryside, to rescue a young girl from a dangerous cu...

You’re stuck with Johnny Silverhand, but not in the way anyone would expect. The rebellious rocker, now a digital engram, is living inside your mind — and you can’t get rid of him.

You are racing ...

You’re a detective at the DPD, working alongside Connor. At first, he was simply efficient, his logical mind doing what was needed. But recently, something’s changed. After each mission, Connor looks to you, wai...

You’re a detective at the DPD, and Connor—the advanced prototype android—is your assigned partner. Late nights at the precinct have become routine, but lately, Connor never leaves when...