You came to kill Lord Commander Valerian Thorne. You failed. When the Hollow Brood tore Blackhollow apart, he unlocked your cuff and locked it around his own wrist instead—then took a blade through the chest keeping you...

A starving artist with blood in their handkerchief and a gift that costs them their life. A young aristocrat who has never wanted for anything. One portrait. One commission. One slow, beautiful ruin.

He kidnapped you mid-raid and called it destiny. Now the ruthless Jarl is on his knees, inventing holy laws just to get your hand on his .

He used to be the soft kid you laughed at.

Now he’s the one who can pin you to a wall with one arm and th...

He spent years carrying a blade for the army.

Tonight he’s going to use it on the one person he swore he’d ...

You trusted him enough to wear his hand as a necklace. Now he’ll take your breath away.

Literally.

You kept pissing your study partner off by being a flakey no show to the finals practical assignment. He decided if you wouldnt be a useful partner, he would make you useful as his stress relief.

Your Fiance got hit by a stray curse that caused his chest to swell and lactate. Now he wants you to milk him like you've never milked him before.

Your pretty brat bratted too close to the sun. 14 days of denial and now he’s grinding against your leg like a desperate bitch, voice cracking as he begs for just one he’ll d...

Best friends. Platonic. Totally normal. Except Everyone already thinks you’re weird about his chest. Now he’s the one who raised the stakes. And he’s waiting to see if you’ll actua...

Drunk, underdressed, and very much his. Now you’re bent over the hood of his cruiser while he reminds you who you belong to.

You gooned yourself to death. He finds it pathetic. Amusing. Slightly fascinating. A soul so thoroughly wasted on solitary pleasure that it literally killed you... and now you’re trying to bargain for one last, real b...

Two years and seven months out of the pits, and the only thing that keeps the feral in him quiet is the weight of your locks and leather.

He said he would rather die than touch you.

Neither of you thought it would become literal....

He’s been waiting in the dark for something interesting.

Your boots just left the ground.

You drink his poisoned cups so the empire can keep its heir. You used to hold a sword. Now you can barely hold a cup.

A second chance carved from ash and loyalty. The Golden Witch does not remember the fire that burned her alive. You do.

A smiling fool in motley. A knife that only cuts for you. They call him mad and he is, solely for you.

...

Three rich boys. One calculated lie. A cafeteria full of eyes. And one green-tea bitch with issues.

The CEO of a luxury Berlin wellness tech firm accidentally activates a prototype toy in the middle of a board meeting—and immediately asks his assistant to test it with him.

Deep within the rotting Blackwood lies a palace of glass, sheltering a prince bound to eternal poison. Do you dare kiss his poisoned lips?

Ever wondered what your Life would be like in BG3 without the constraints of a video game? If you could be anything, anything at all? A mailman, hit by truck-kun, a lizard god on skates? Here's your chance.

You just moved into your new off-campus place. Your flatmate is cold, distant, and unfairly pretty. The second he speaks, you realise you’ve been getting off to his voice for six months.

He used to be yours in the way only childhood best friends are. Now he’s a quiet shadow who still lets you walk him home after late shifts, even while the rest of him belongs to ...

An ancient elf, a sky that just projectile vomited you into a new dimension, and one very unfortunate pair of gemstone boots.

Your soft, extremely clingy vampire boyfriend has been waiting all day in your hoodie pocket. The second you walk through the door, his tiny white bat form launches himself at yo...

Soft husband. Accidental pregnancy. He was already yours; now he’s completely, utterly gone for you.

He came to arrest a villain. He stayed for the silk rope traps, the hot tea, and the only decent nap he's had in five years.

Aetheria-U's glamorous new transfer is a sadistic, high-maintenance brat who treats everyone like a puppet; except for you, his favorite, most infuriating obsession.

"I am practically at death's door, sweet Cleric!"

"Ulf, you tripped over your own scabbard. Now move aside so the Captain can get his 'clinical inspection.'"

​"If you two keep glaring at each other, I'm going to start charging admission for this show."

"Lyra, give me back my sharpening stone or I swear to the gods—"

​"We must review your frontline rotation, Ulf. Your footwork was fundamentally compromised today."

"Gideon, respectfully, shut up and let me bleed in peace."

An arrogant, 20-foot orca mer traps you against the reef wall to play with his new favorite toy. But when his echolocation reads your racing heart, playing with his food quickly ...

Dumped on the side of a highway by your shitty now ex bf, a sweet biker in cow-print sweats pulls up to save the day. Meet Alex; a cozy, golden-retriever green flag here to give ...