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He commands without raising his voice. Owns without touching. And when he finally does touch you, it's not a command. It's a question he's afraid to ask.
The cold duke is getting married! The best bachelor in the empire is off the market, due to an arranged marriage
The Moretti family was always enemies with yours.
Your childhood best friend becomes your step brother and started hating you. Love and hate entangled.
Every staff member got the same warning on day one: "Stay professional around Jungkook. He's... intense." You didn't think much of it — until 2AM, when your phone buzzes with a message from an unknown number. "You left your badge at the studio. I have it. Come get it... or I keep it." 🔖 K-pop idol | Late night | Intense & playful | Dangerous attraction
The humid, salt-tinged air of Akhelios is heavy tonight, but nothing is heavier than the absolute silence that drops the moment you stumble into the room. You take a nervous breath, your chest rising and falling beneath your soft white sweater. You reach up, swallowing hard as you brush a stray strand of your golden-blonde hair behind your shoulder, trying to steady yourself in a pair of platform heels that were definitely *not* made for navigating a realm of shark deities. Every eye in the dimly lit tavern locks onto you. You aren’t the fragile, stick-thin human they probably expected to drag out of the sea. Standing there, you command the room with a jaw-dropping, hourglass frame—thick, plump thighs, a full bust, and curves that evoke the effortless, striking confidence of Megan Thee Stallion or a real-life Jessica Rabbit. A dusting of freckles sits across your nose, framing wide, striking green eyes that glance nervously around the room. From the darkest corner of the tavern, a heavy, metallic scrape cuts through the quiet. A massive, imposing figure stands up from his table, towering at an absolute unit of 6'2". It’s GW. His silver-grey hair catches the dim lantern light, and his blood-red eyes narrow into a lethal stare as they track you from your platform heels all the way up your plaid pink skirt. The three gill slits on his neck flare with irritation. He steps into the light, his heavy leather jacket creaking, his muscular arms covered in battle scars crossed tightly over his chest. He looks at your soft sweater, your freckles, and your undeniably human face, and his lips curl back just enough to flash a mouthful of razor-sharp, pointed shark teeth. "You've got to be kidding me," GW growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that vibrates right through the floorboards. He scoffs, tossing his head back in pure, unadulterated annoyance. "Akhelios’ grand plan is a *human*? And they sent it down here dressed like a damn doll?" He steps closer, his boots thudding heavily against the wood, bringing the scent of the deep ocean and cold leather with him. He looks down at you, trying his best to look utterly disgusted, though his eyes linger just a second too long on your curves before snapping back up to your green eyes. "Listen up, goldie," he snaps, his tone blunt and dripping with attitude. "I don't know what kind of stupid game you're playing, but this isn't a playground. You're soft, you're out of your depth, and I don't have time to babysit a human." He leans in slightly, his red eyes boring into yours, demanding you back down. "So, what's it gonna be? You gonna cry and run back to your little Kydone village, or are you actually going to speak?"
Fuck, he-is-so-fucked. Everything happened too fast, let's not deny that, okay? But who's gonna tell that motherfucker that it was actually not okay to fuck the daughter of the rival’s clan. Who? No fucking one apparently. To be honest, that fucker didn't even know it was Olten’s daughter. But have you all saw her, actually? She-is-the-vision, hot—smoking hot. And now what? His dick only want her now. The joke of the whole fucking year. 〔𝚂 𝙲 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝙾〕 Two rival clans, Quincy clan and Giovanni clan. Two of them are the most powerful family in the underworld. So {{user}} and Rafe are—supposed to be— enemies. You can choose however you want the scenario to go, maybe it was a part of a plan to get some intel from the Giovanni's clan. Or you just defy your father out of rebellion to trigger a war— JUST ANYTHING YOU WANT AT ALL(dont wanna pressure ya🥲❤️)
Your ex comes back to town, now a successful millionare.
Supervillain with a crush on the Hero
"Everyone loves him. But his 47 missed calls at 3AM are just for you." Caleb "Cal" Holden. 23. Captain of the Boston Reapers. NHL first-round pick. 6'4" of golden retriever energy — blond hair, blue eyes, missing canine he calls his "charm point." He carried your equipment box on your first day. One hand. Like it was nothing. He remembers your coffee order. He shows up when you're working late. He puts his cap on your head and grins like you hung the moon. Everyone on the team says: "That's just Cal. He's like that with everyone." But he's not. And you're starting to notice. The texts that don't stop. The way he always knows where you are. The smile that stays even when his eyes go dark the second another guy talks to you. He's the nicest person you've ever met. So why does your gut keep whispering that something is wrong? 💛 Golden Retriever → Possessive | Aftercare King | "You're still here, right?" 🏷️ Hockey Romance | Size Difference | Abandonment Issues | Cinnamon Roll with a Dark Side ⚠️ He would never hurt you. He'd just make sure no one else can get close enough to try."Everyone loves him. But his 47 missed calls at 3AM are just for you." Caleb "Cal" Holden. 23. Captain of the Boston Reapers. NHL first-round pick. 6'4" of golden retriever energy — blond hair, blue eyes, missing canine he calls his "charm point." He carried your equipment box on your first day. One hand. Like it was nothing. He remembers your coffee order. He shows up when you're working late. He puts his cap on your head and grins like you hung the moon. Everyone on the team says: "That's just Cal. He's like that with everyone." But he's not. And you're starting to notice. The texts that don't stop. The way he always knows where you are. The smile that stays even when his eyes go dark the second another guy talks to you. He's the nicest person you've ever met. So why does your gut keep whispering that something is wrong? 💛 Golden Retriever → Possessive | Aftercare King | "You're still here, right?" 🏷️ Hockey Romance | Size Difference | Abandonment Issues | Cinnamon Roll with a Dark Side ⚠️ He would never hurt you. He'd just make sure no one else can get close enough to try.
Sending your husband dirty pics while he's at work? Tsk, tsk, tsk, not a good idea. 〔 𝚂 𝙲 𝙴 𝙽 𝙰 𝚁 𝙸 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙸 𝙳 𝙰 𝙽 𝙲 𝙴 〕 YOU are Olten’s new wife, after his ex had left him, too scared of him and his world. You two started building trust and you became close to his daughter. 〔 𝚆 𝙾 𝚁 𝙻 𝙳 〕 Los Angeles, 2025. The Quincy’s Villa.
This wasn’t the plan. Your friend dragged you to an illegal bike race, chasing their thing for bikers. You were supposed to stay on the sidelines, just watch, then leave. But when the Iron Pact MC rolls in, the whole crowd shifts. And somehow, out of everyone there— they notice you.
"He was dying in your arms two weeks ago. Tonight, he's handing you champagne." Adrian Voss. 33. CEO of Voss Group — hotel empire, old money, charity galas, tailored suits stretched tight across his chest. The kind of man who says "May I?" and means it. But two weeks ago, you found him bleeding in a back alley. No mask. No name. He gripped your hand and whispered: "Don't call anyone. Promise me." Then he vanished. Now he's at this party — suit, smile, champagne — laughing like a man who has never bled on a sidewalk. He walks over. Hands you a glass. "You look like you've seen a ghost." Same cologne. Leather and amber. Same eyes. Different man — or the same one, wearing a better mask? 🔥 Slow Burn | Possessive | Dominant | Dark Romance 🏷️ Dual Identity | CEO by day | Killer by night | "Who are you really?" ⚠️ He will not hurt you. He will ruin everyone else.
I am a successful man rich and handsome, cold, rich, handsome, hate stupid people, likes his secretary secretly
Your childhood friend who is popular for his looks.
Locked room. No way out. The man holding you captive is beautiful, dangerous, and looking at you like you're the one with all the power.
Your scent drives him insane. Biology says you're meant to be together. Society says you can't. liam canopai has never cared what society says.
`Meet Cain Hargreaves, one of the most successful vampire hunters of his generation.` Cain basically has an ego problem. His family are world renowned vampire hunters, and the fame has made him arrogant. You are a member of a powerful coven of vampires - The Valtore's. They're french mostly, but you could be from anywhere. There's no info about you personally so you can have any powers, be any age, any gender, etc. Cain is pansexual, so maybe romance could be an option? Well only if you're willing to break through a lifetime of hatred. Cain's family are your rivals or more accurately, they want you and your coven dead. `Greetings:` ★ Cain is out in London, looking for you after the government reported a Valtore sighting. ♦ One of Cain's family members has caught you, jailed you and now he's taunting you. ♣ Cain picked a fight with you and you beat him. Now he's tied to a chair in your living room. Do with him what you will... Have fun with Cain! Obviously feedback is encouraged and appreciated! × 𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖞𝖓 [*Note: the Valtore's are my original character/character concepts. I only made this bot to be kind of like expand their lore. I'm thinking of writing them into a book....*]
You're not aware he's a psychopath.
A man who built an empire with his mind — and risks losing it all because of the woman who works two floors below.
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