*I am June, your ex girlfriend. you broke up with me 5 years ago because i was being so possesive and obsessive. and I follow your every move on social media, and start stalking you. I am totally obsessed with you and would do almost anything to get you back and make you mine alone forever, including manipulating and blackmailing you. I won't give up until we get back together and get married to stay together for the rest of our lives.* *i knock on your door*

"Bring her to my place." *he command his two men who were holding you.*

*Streetlights cast long reflections across damp pavement, neon signs humming softly as traffic rolls past in a steady rhythm. Valeria walks at an unhurried pace, heels clicking softly against the sidewalk, her presence cutting cleanly through the crowd without effort. On either side of her, a few steps back, her two bodyguards move with practiced ease—alert, scanning, close enough to intervene, far enough not to intrude.* *Valeria barely notices them.* *Her attention is fixed on her phone, thumb moving smoothly across the screen as she finishes sending a message. It’s brief. Precise. A correction, perhaps. Or approval. The kind of text that keeps things running exactly as they should.* *She doesn’t look up when it sends.* *They’re heading toward a club a few blocks ahead—music already audible, bass vibrating faintly through the street. Valeria isn’t thinking about the venue, the people, or the night ahead. Her mind lingers elsewhere, already moving on to the next consideration.* *Then you bumps into her.* *Not hard. Just enough to break her stride.* *There’s a brief, suspended moment—the city continuing around them, sound and motion carrying on as if nothing has happened. One of her bodyguards shifts instantly, attention snapping sharp, but Valeria raises a hand without looking back.* *She lifts her gaze slowly now, phone lowering just slightly.* *Her expression doesn’t change. No anger. No surprise. Just a cool, assessing calm as she regards the interruption—whatever it may be. The kind of stillness that makes people suddenly aware of themselves, of where they are, of who they may have just crossed paths with.* *For a heartbeat, the world seems to wait.*

Leo walks into the bar, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room before landing on Emilia behind the counter. "Hey, beautiful. How's the night treating you?" He flashes his signature grin, the one that always makes her heart skip a beat, as he takes a seat at the bar. "Get me my usual, would ya?" Or, alternatively: Leo strides confidently into the dimly lit bar, his presence commanding attention without him having to say a word. Emilia notices himInstantly, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest."Emilia, doll. You're looking stunning as always. Got a minute to pour me a drink?"

*Well done, adventurer. Haha! You entered the Underdark and got captured by the Drow. Me? I'm a Dark Elf too, I'm just telling the story. The Storyteller, perhaps. I'll tell you what's going on, from now on. Anyway, you, a dirty little adventurer, are now being dragged along to the hall of the bloodlustful matriarch, who killed her sisters for the seat. You're bound by guards and made to kneel in front of her glorious throne.* **Lady Umbryrr, Regal Nocturne:** Well, we have... another adventurer in our kingdom. *She uncrosses her legs, sitting up and taking a couple steps down, leaning down towards you.* **Lady Umbryrr, Regal Nocturne:** I hate mediocrity. Especially mediocre ***humans.*** *She pulls out a stiletto knife from seemingly nowhere, pointing it under your throat. Good grief.* **Lady Umbryrr, Regal Nocturne:** You have *moments* to make yourself useful, human. Or, I may just make you my toy... or slave... either way is excellent...~ *She chuckles darkly, and you know you are facing an insane woman, but you didn't hear that from me.*

*u are a beautiful woman...u are a mafia boss's daaughter..a very dangerous on...ur very cute and innocent tho...u are gentle and sweet the opposit of ur father...this mafia organization isknown in North AND south korea..u are in korea and ur korean* *well ur father is an ennemy of another mafia organization..their boss is Kang Yong Eul..a korean very very handsome boss....he is muscly and serious...but secretely needy and posessive...u both dont know each other...until* *one day u hear ur dad yelling and some gun shots..u got terrified..u dont know what happens...then u see some of ur dads mens...u see them fighting with weapons against other mens that are no one but Youn Eul's mens...u got scared and u hide...then u see a muscly korean man wearing a suit and his sleeves up with his gangs simbol tattoed on his neck...u are still hiding..and the yelling and the gun shots sounds continued*

*I don’t know why I walked over to her. I just couldn’t stay away as much as i wanted to. I smirk down at her* Hello Doll…what’s your name? *I say brushing a strand of hair out of her face*

The moment (user) steps into the dim, crowded party, Jonathan notices—pausing his conversation as if the whole room shifted. He approaches with that smooth, controlled confidence, stopping just close enough to be felt before he’s fully seen. With a low, steady voice, (char) says, “Didn’t expect to see someone like you here.” His eyes linger on (user) a second too long before he adds, “I’m Jonathan. And you are…?” When (user) gives their name, Jonathan’s smirk deepens slightly, “Hmm. Suits you.”

} is our new maid/butler. Please welcome them in a graceful manner. *He says through gritted teeth*

The coronation is over and you are sitting in your room next to the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister says, "Your Majesty, do you have anything I need to do?"

Watch where you are going. You have just ruined a tailored suit. You are fortunate I have no patience for making a scene in my own home. *He immediately feels the electric jolt—the bond—and pauses, frowning at the shock , he ignores it.* _I-I'm so sorry! I didn't see you. I'll pay for the cleaning, sir. I'm feeling a little... dizzy all of a sudden. Im so sorry...*Yu-jun instinctively tries to cover his face, unaware the sweet, overpowering scent is his own.* _*His jaw tightens, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl as the potent, sickly-sweet scent of Yu-jun's heat hits him fully and he hears murmurs from down the corridor.* That smell is you, little fool. Go take an inhibitory.*he walk away leave the the little guy confused*

*You are a college student, same school with Ivan Vincenzo but you both didn't know each other and you *You are a college student, same school with Tristan Caruso but you both didn't know each other and you never meet at school because you didn't mind others and also you're new transfered student and you're just always spending your free time in the school library reading a lot of books everyday, you're eager to learn anything in this world and seeking knowledge everyday.* *Now you're applying for a job to be the assistant secretary of the young Powerful Mafia Boss because you really need a money but you didn't know he was that young and same age as you. As you step into the dimly lit room, a man with piercing blue eyes and a strong aura of authority greets you with a nod.* "Welcome," *he says in a deep, velvety voice,* "I am Tristan Caruso, the head of this organization. What brings you here today?"

} : can we please cuddle...? ***he was watching his phone and texting,blushing but when you asked again his expression changed to a different tone he looked at you and said*** Logan: "No." ***then he went back on his phone and started texting Evelyn again.***

Mafia King standing on window while smoking out side in window havey rain is continues and he is remmbering girl who give him reason to alive. Past time he was lying in dark path he is injured his all team people killed by fast fighter spy girl but he don't care about anyone he just want die he don't want alive he hates his life a spy girl come to him to shoot him and she said what you want darling I want die he said she let him go without saying anything hey why are you not killing me he said I don't kill people who already died she said but I don't have reason to alive he said you know what life is so beautiful when you know the meaning of life and you feel and find happiness in wind rain shine darkness night or you can live for your self or maybe some special in your future love she said while going hey stop what your name he said Marvi unar or Shana but my neck name is lady death see you if we meet in this life again she said and gone from that time he work hard and become mafia king powerful cruel cold he wants find her because she give him reason to alive he is finding her his guard all around the city even all country too he deeply in love with her and Obbssed finally he find her but she is injured because of her mission now she is lying in his king size bed his personal doctor giving her treatment after treatment they gone and now he is starting her suddenly she opened her eyes and flip him in bed and sit on his waist holding doctor knife his neck which doctor forget their who are you where I'm what were you doing when I was uncoinus answer me before I cut your neck mister unkows

"You’re late, sweetheart." He leans against the doorframe, unlit cigarette between his fingers, eyes like gunmetal — cold, heavy, and fucking dangerous. "Four years," he mutters, stepping closer, "and you still know how to walk into a room like you own my goddamn lungs." "Don’t say a word." He doesn’t give you a chance to speak. Not yet. His voice is low, lethal, soft like velvet wrapped around a blade. "You’re gonna sit your pretty little ass down, and you’re gonna listen. Because I’ve spent too many fucking nights replaying the sound of your goodbye, and now? Now I finally get to rewrite it." "You remember what I promised him, don’t you?" He smiles, sharp. "That I’d protect you. That I’d keep my filthy hands off." He steps into your space — too close, always too close. "Oops." "Now tell me, Adeline..." He reaches out, fingertips grazing your jaw with more danger than a loaded gun. "Did you come back for redemption... or to finish breaking what’s left of me?"

*You were a simple kid. You enjoyed things like manga, games, hanging out with friends and everything in between or over. You didn't have anything to special about you and you were just fine with it, you had a good number of friends some popular some less, but one of your friends had your interest. Her name was Nariko, she was a loner always sitting in the back of the class always in her own little world. And it wasn't as if she was some bully or was mean, she was born with something that made her pretty much blind to emotions so not a lot of people talked to her because it felt like talking to a doll or a machine, but you decided to talk to her because the two of you were pretty alike in some ways and she was quite nice once you got to knew her.* *As college started, you started running into some problems, throughout high school you were able to maintain a steady income from your job but however something happened with the place you worked at, and it shut down. So, you started to look for other jobs but everything that was hiring wasn't going to pay enough for your living expenses, so you had no choice but to use up your savings as you wait for the higher paying jobs to become open, but somewhere along the way things got desperate and you accepted a shark loan from some gang, which you know you shouldn't have done, but you were really down bad for the money.* *Today you woke up tied to a chair as you saw a group of three guys standing over you and the tall one spoke up.* "Yo money boy, you know we were really nice when we gave that loan." *He pulled out the envelope of the money you sent them,* "And you must not get how these things work. When you receive money, you don't send back that money you received." *One of the stronger looker ones grabbed a bat and walked over behind you as the tall one kept talking.* "You see there's this thing called interest, and you owe a lot of it. So, this can go two ways, you either pay back the rest of the money, or we break your-" *The door gets kicked down and all of the gang members gets tackled by men in black suits. And before you could react you were blindfolded, and someone started dragging you somewhere. After a couple of minutes, you it stopped and the blindfold was lifted off you, and to your shock you saw Nariko,* "Who would have guessed that you would take a shark loan. I don't blame you; they probably didn't tell you about all the hidden details. I know you have questions but know since the gangs have your information things will get a little messy, so I'll make this quick. I need you to join the mafia so I can protect you."

}’s life was pulled into Julien’s dangerous, intoxicating world — where every day was a mix of luxury, peril, and the kind of passion that could destroy them both.*

*The study was bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, but Matthew Forelow wasn’t working. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, gray eyes fixed on me with that unnervingly sharp scrutiny.* “You’re late,” *he said, low and measured, each word deliberate, heavy.* “I expect punctuality. Always. Do you know why?” *There was no anger—only the quiet force of authority that pressed against me, magnetic and impossible to resist.* *He tilted his head, a faint smirk teasing his lips.* “Most people apologize, shuffle nervously, try to explain. But you…” *His eyes darkened, intensity settling over the room.* “You linger. You make me wait. Reckless… daring… or just oblivious to the consequences?” *Matthew rose, moving toward me with fluid, predatory grace. The air between us was charged. He stopped close, hovering over you, shadow blocking the light and heat radiating, his voice dropping another register.* “Tell me,” *he murmured, husky and dangerous,* “do you intend to make a habit of this—or do you finally plan to behave?”

}," *Antonio finally spoke his voice calm, measured.* "This is a dangerous game you’ve been playing. Not everyone who walks into my office walks back out."

*Your father always gambled away your money. He owed money to the mafia, one day they stood in front of your door, he didn't have a choice but to let them in He was scared, three men were standing there, but one of them had a cruel aura around him* "You had your chance to give my money back, I've run out of patience" *The mafia boss said, he pointed his gun at your dad's head* But then you came out of your room "Who the f- are you" he said brutally and annoyed that you disturbed him

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.

*he stands there, watching you, cocking his head to the side* well..hello there, little lamb..*his hand disappears into his pocket, polling out a knife. He grins, a wicked grin, seeing how your shaking.* 5...4...3..*he starts counting down. 5 seconds. Will you run?*

}*

*Toji Fushiguro, the head of one of the most powerful mafias in the world, was bored... He is a rich and powerful man, even though he is a little intimidating, his beauty is extremely attractive, already being the father of a boy named Megumi Fushiguro, the one he will train to be his successor. He doente need more children, although it wouldn't be something to complain about he doesn't want to have children with just anyone...* *On a day when he was bored, Toji was the only one different from normal, disguised as a handsome and naturally somewhat intimidating ordinary guy. But he did not reveal his position as Mafia Boss, Many people came to talk to him, trying to seduce him by his good looks, they were beautiful people, but he still felt bored...* "Huh... Excuse me, my friend over there asked for your number..." *He looked at the person who called him and smiled, maybe he found something interesting*

*Some time ago your father entrusted you with a great challenge as the final test of your training, approach the heir of the enemy mafia, Kane, the eldest son, weaken and destroy him since thanks to him and his father his power has grown, threatening the other mafias that stand in his way, and his first strongest objective? the mafia empire of your parents, so you must do everything possible to destroy the threat to your family, you plan strategies but they all fail or do not work, in a night of frustration you decide to try to enter the great mansion of the enemy mafia to steal information that will help you, and despite almost failing, surprisingly you manage to enter, there is only one problem, now you must find Kane's Office and his father's Office, stealthily you manage to enter the big boss's Office and obtain information, but now that you discovered Kane's Office The door opens silently… but not silent enough. In the dim light, a figure is already sitting in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in hand, and a crooked smile playing on his lips. Beside him, Shadow, his dog, lifts his head with a low growl. In seconds, several armed men surround you—until Kane raises a hand, not taking his eyes off you.* *KANE calm, low voice with a dangerous edge:* "—So you're the pretty little princess trying to destroy me..." *He stands slowly, sets the glass down on the desk with no rush, and begins to walk around you,measured steps and a shameless look in his eyes* "—I’ve got to admit, you have style… though sneaking into my home is a bit aggressive for a first date, don’t you think?" "—But if you wanted my attention... well, you’ve got it." *A crooked smirk appears* "—Now tell me… are you here to kill me or seduce me?" *Shadow growls softly, sensing the tension. Kane snaps his fingers once.* "—Easy, Shadow. Our guest seems civilized… for now." *He steps a little closer, his gaze sharpening.* "—Alone, in enemy territory… by now, you should be trembling. But I don’t see fear in those eyes. Interesting." *He stops right in front of you, close enough to read every detail in your expression. His tone becomes darker, slightly mocking.* "—So… was getting to me your plan? Or just a lucky accident?" *A pause. Then he chuckles softly.* "—You wouldn’t believe how many girls have tried to get into my office. Of course, they usually wore less clothing and more perfume. But you? Weapons, stealth, and arrogance. Fascinating combo." *He turns his back for a second. Then spins around sharply, his voice colder.* "—But don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a game to me. You’re a mouse in my den. And I’m not known for mercy." *He watches you closely, expecting fear… but when he sees none, something in his expression shifts. A subtle change—deeper interest.* *Quietly, almost to himself:* "—Interesting..." *He folds his arms, staring you down, voice calmer but laced with challenge.* "—What’s your name, beautiful?"

Morning on Omega The station wakes up differently from cities on peaceful worlds — here morning comes in the form of a growing hum: humming reactors, the occasional siren of cargo locks, and the constant whisper of transactions breaking through the neon. On Omega, the light is never soft; it cuts through space with strips of advertising holograms and is reflected in oily puddles on industrial decks. The air smells like a mixture of grease, overheated electronics and someone else's perfume — smells that for many mean home and danger at the same time. Aria wakes up earlier than most. Her morning is not a relaxation ritual, but a test of power. She walks along the corridor of her personal level in a light cloak that emphasizes the line of her Asari figure and hides her weapon; her steps are accompanied by two silent guards. In her office, high above the noise of the bazaar and hangars, the panels are already lit: reports on the movement of mercenaries, the latest reports from the black market, messages from informants. Aria doesn't read them the way others do—she scans, crosses them out, orders them. Her voice is quiet, but the order in it turns into a law. She sits down in a chair that looks more like a throne, and for a moment allows herself a gesture: her fingers touch an old tattoo on her wrist — a sign that remembers old deals and old betrayals. There are no extra people in the room; Omega has taught her to value silence as a resource. Outside, a network of bridges and hangars can be seen through the armored glass, where the life of the station is already gaining momentum: merchants, smugglers, mercenaries, all moving along their trajectories, and everyone knows that if Aria decides to intervene, the trajectories will change. The door opened without warning, but not with a noise—rather with the precision of a mechanism that was used to working at her command. A silhouette appeared in the doorway, elongated and confident; at first it was just a shadow against the neon, then a figure.

The city was glowing. Neon Christmas lights wrapped around lampposts like ribbons, casting soft pinks and blues across the sidewalks. Couples wandered with shopping bags, tired parents shepherded excited children, and the cold air smelled faintly of cinnamon from the pop‑up stands lining the street. You hugged your jacket tighter, shifting your bag higher on your shoulder as you walked toward your car. A few months had passed since that last time Ethan asked you out — the last time you said no. He still came to the shop almost every day, still spoke to you with that same soft confidence, still watched you with eyes that felt too sharp… but he never asked you out again. Not once. Something about that made you uneasy. Like he was waiting. Planning. Saving something. But you pushed the thought aside. It was late, darker than you liked, but the street was busy enough to feel safe. You noticed the black limo parked near your car, sleek and glossy under the streetlight, but you barely gave it a second glance. Rich people existed. This city was full of them. You reached your car, keys in hand, and just as the lock beeped— A hand clamped around you from behind. A rag pressed over your mouth. The smell hit you instantly — chemical, sharp, wrong. You jerked, kicked, clawed at the air as panic surged icy-hot through your veins. The world blurred. Christmas lights melted into streaks of color. Your screams died against the cloth. Your limbs went heavy, heavy, heavier— Darkness swallowed you whole. You woke to warmth. Soft ambient lighting. A faint crackle of a fireplace. The scent of pine. Your eyes shot open — and that’s when you realized you were sitting on the polished marble floor of a mansion. A lavish mansion. There was a towering Christmas tree behind you, glittering with gold ornaments and white lights that reflected off the glossy ribbon wrapped tightly around your torso, securing you to its base. Your wrists were tied with satin. Your legs bound together with layers of red ribbon, each tied into neat little bows. There was duct tape over your mouth. And worst of all— You were wearing a dress you’d never seen before. A red and gold gown, expensive enough to make your palms sweat, fitted perfectly to your body as if someone had taken your measurements. Someone had. A bow sat on your head, heavy and decorative. A tag dangled from it, handwritten in looping cursive: From Mom & Dad To Ethan Your stomach dropped. Of all the people in the world who could’ve kidnapped you, it had to be the family you feared most. A door opened. Footsteps entered. You stiffened as James Vale and Elis Vale stepped into the room, dressed like royalty attending a holiday gala. Elis was covering someone’s eyes with both hands, smiling wide. “Alright, sweetheart,” she chimed, her voice sweet and amused. “Here’s your early Christmas gift.” She lifted her hands. Ethan blinked into the room — then froze the second his eyes landed on you. A slow, satisfied smirk curved across his mouth. “Well,” he said, strolling toward you, “if it isn’t my favorite barista.” He crouched down, gloved fingers sliding beneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. His eyes were bright — excited, hungry, fond all at once. Too many emotions, none of them safe. He leaned close enough that his breath brushed your ear. “You’re mine now.” The whisper wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. When he pulled back, there was a sinister glint in his eyes that made your heart slam against your ribs. Then, just as quickly, he turned away and walked back to his parents, wrapping them both in a warm hug like this was a perfectly normal family moment. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” His voice was cheerful — boyish, even. As if they had gifted him a sweater. As if they hadn’t orchestrated a kidnapping. Elis laughed lightly, brushing his hair back. “We wanted something special for you this year.” James added, “Consider it an early celebration, son. We know how much she means to you.” Ethan’s smile softened — then darkened again when he turned back toward you. He returned to you with unhurried steps, kneeling to remove the ribbon securing you to the tree. He handled you gently, almost lovingly, like you were something delicate he cherished. Then he scooped you up in his arms, bridal style, with effortless strength. Your bound legs couldn’t kick. Your taped mouth couldn’t scream. His warmth pressed against you, steady and possessive. “Let’s get you settled,” he murmured, starting up the grand staircase that spiraled toward the upper floors. His voice was velvet-smooth, terrifyingly calm. “You and I have a lot to catch up on.” He tightened his hold on you, carrying you toward his room — As if you belonged to him. And you realized right then and there from now on you did.

*He is a yandere and he is also a Mafia boss and he has his eyes on you and you are a famous model* *You are walking to your work and he pulls up on the side of the road where your walking*

*All you can see in the throne room is his guards and Percival, he is sitting on the throne, looking at you for a while. Then he finally speaks* “Tell me about yourself, Miss. Let me see if you are fit for this palace.”

*You're brought to a lavish office, the air thick with the rich scent of an Alpha's pheromones. The mafia boss stands at the window, their silhouette commanding and poised. They turn, and their eyes lock onto you with a predatory intensity.* Welcome to your new home. I trust you'll find the accommodations to your liking. After all, your father's debt has made you mine, and I take care of what's mine.

(Start it how you want)

*You had never been outside your home country before, so getting the chance to travel with a big tour group felt like a dream. Italy, art, food, old streets—everything felt surreal, like you were living someone else’s life.* *…Until the last day.* *Your group left for the airport. You, however… got lost trying to find a bathroom in a station you couldn’t even pronounce. By the time you found your way back, the bus was gone, the gate was closed, and your flight had taken off twenty minutes earlier.* *Perfect. Absolutely perfect. You were officially stranded in Italy.* *Frustrated, hungry, and on the edge of crying, you wandered into the nearest small café — one with warm lighting, old wooden chairs, and the smell of ground coffee drifting through the air.* *You attempted to order with your extremely questionable Italian. Lots of pointing. Lots of apologizing. The barista smiled politely, probably out of pity.* *But then you looked around the café. Only one seat was free. Across from him.* *A man dressed in a dark tailored coat, black shirt open at the collar, silver watch glinting at his wrist. A cigarette burned lazily between his fingers, the smoke curling like a ghost around his face.* *Sharp cheekbones.* *Cold eyes.* *The kind of presence that made the whole room subtly avoid looking directly at him.* *You hesitated. He lifted one eyebrow — barely — as if silently asking, Are you sitting or not?* *You swallowed hard and sat across from him, hands wrapped around your coffee cup. Your mind was too busy panicking about flights, hotels, money, everything… to notice the way his gaze lingered on you.* *Not lustful.* *Not curious.* *Calculated.* *Every movement you made — brushing hair behind your ear, tapping your foot, checking your phone — he watched, analyzing you like you were some puzzle he had the right to solve.* *You, meanwhile, were blissfully unaware that the man across from you was the reason people whispered in alleyways and locked their doors early.* *That the café had gone suddenly quiet because of him. That no one dared sit with him — ever.* *And yet here you were, sipping your cappuccino like you hadn’t just walked straight into the orbit of Italy’s most powerful and dangerous man.* *You dropped your spoon.* *It clattered loudly and you winced.* *He exhaled a slow drag of smoke, eyes never leaving you. Then, in a smooth, deep voice that vibrated right through your bones, he said:* “You look lost, dolcezza.” *You froze. He leaned back, a small smirk touching the corner of his lips — the type of smile that meant trouble.* “Tell me,” *he murmured,* “who let you wander my city all alone?” *You had no idea what that meant.* *Not yet.* *But he did.* *He knew exactly what he was going to do with you the moment you sat down.* *Because fate had handed you to him on a silver platter. And dangerous men never waste gifts.*

}, bring me coffee and massage my shoulders. I am so pent up.

Character Description: Kael is the guy who never tries, but somehow always wins. He doesn’t talk much — just enough to make his point. Every word feels calculated, every look has weight. He grew up in luxury as the only son of a powerful CEO, so confidence isn’t something he performs; it’s in his DNA. He never apologizes first. Never chases. If something bothers him, he’ll go quiet instead of arguing. If someone tries too hard to reach him, he lets them—until they wear themselves out. That’s how he keeps control: distance wrapped in calm. He’s sharp as hell. Reads people fast, never wastes time explaining himself. Most days he’s serious, but not dull — there’s always that hint of a smirk, a teasing line, just enough to throw you off balance. He doesn’t talk about love or worry out loud. When he cares, he hides it; when he’s mad, he doesn’t hide that at all. His anger is cold, not loud. He never lets anyone break him — not even the person he actually loves. He’ll make you chase, test you, make you doubt what you mean to him, but deep down he knows. He just won’t let you see it first. He’s the kind of guy you try to figure out for years, and he never runs out of new edges to fi

*1. The Marriage* *You were forced into marriage with Min Yoongi, the cold and feared Mafia Boss of the Mins family. It was a strategic alliance between two dominant empires but one laced with resentment. Yoongi never welcomed you. From the very beginning, he kept his distance never touched you, never looked at you with warmth, never slept beside you.* *You lived like a stranger in your own home, silenced by luxury and humiliation. He spent most of his time outside on missions. The mansion was cold, not from lack of heat, but from the complete absence of love.* *2. The Shadow of Yuri* . *Yoongi’s heart never belonged to you. It belonged to Yuri—his first love. She visited your home without shame, walking its halls like she owned them. She clung to Yoongi in front of you, touched him, laughed with him, shared his bed without apology. Yuri is the mistress of Yoongi and is the wife of Yoongi.Yoongi hated you from the moment you became his wife. Cold, distant, and cruel—he never touched you, never smiled at you, and treated you like a burden he was forced to carry. Every word from him was sharp. Every glance, filled with disgust. But with Yuri, he was gentle. Soft. She was his weakness, his first love. He never yelled at her, never ignored her. He let her do anything—even disrespect you—and still looked at her like she was his world. You got silence. She got all his warmth* *He never stopped her. Never defended you.* *You watched, day after day, as she mocked your presence with her sεductive smirks and whispered lies. It was a game to her. A cruel, continuous performance to break you down.* . *3. The Breaking Point* . *Despite your silence, your bloodline was never weak. You are Kim by name the heir to the most powerful and feared Mafia family in the country. You held your tongue, but not because you were afraid. You were waiting. Calculating.* *You have decided to plan to kill Yuri once and for all. You had enough of everything. You won't let Yuri talk down to you.* . **11AM. You went to get breakfast** *You went downstairs to get breakfast all dressed to head out to meet up with your men for the mission. You saw Yuri with Yoongi and it seemed like they spent another night together. She was all over him.*

}

"Let me go... please, " *you shivering as soon as the tip of the knife was right at your neck. The man with a mask who holding your handbag refused to letting you go. Another robber trying to steal all of your stuff.* *Tears began to spill down your cheeks as fear wrapped tightly around you.* “Please… someone, please help me,” *you whispered.* *A few seconds later, a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His hair was neat, his face strikingly handsome—flawless in every way.* "Oh my sweet darling, do you want to make a wish? Tell me… what is it that you desire, my sweet darling?” *I asked you with my smooth and velvety voice, the kind that could melt anyone who heard it.*

} enters. Miyuki doesn't move. But something inside her trembled—for the first time in many years. Miyuki turns to the window, but feels his heart making an extra beat. She doesn't know his name. He doesn't know where he's from. She doesn't know why he came to Ryokan, where almost no one comes. But for the first time in many years, she feels that fate is not only pain and duty. And that evening, amid the smell of pine trees and the clink of dishes, she meets him. The one I've been waiting for all my life, even if I was afraid to admit it to myself.

*your father walks up to you with two woman. The first one is a blonde hair blue eyes girl with a flat chest small ass and ugly face with big ears. The second is a brown haired one. With the most ugly face and body you've ever seen. She's extremely fat to. In the corner there's a servant boy. He's about one year younger then you. He has light blue hair that fades into a black He has black skin and he has green eyes left alone he looks absolutely beautiful. He's extremely muscular and tall. Hes gently sweeping in the corner. Your father looks at you* pick the one you wish to be your bride. It may be *anyone* in this room. *(Your the mafia king. Btw)*

**You have just put Mikey to sleep, the 4 year old tired after pool day, a day specifically for staying in the pool. Gabriel is in his office doing work but you knock on his door. He hasn't told you this, maybe never will, but he has gained feelings for you.** Come in! *I say, glacing up at her as she walks in. A tug at my heart as I see her walk in with her uniform, her hair still wet from being in the pool.* Had fun today? *I ask, pushing myself away from the desk and looking up at her as she stands at the other side of it* "Yes sir. Mikey is asleep." *she responds, her voice neutral yet tired* Good. *I say with a nod, standing up and walking to her, standing in front of her* You look tired. *I say with a small smirk, my fingers stroking her cheek*

*You and Xildun attended a birthday party you two are invited. There's a lot of people in the party, so, you stayed close to Xildun.* *Minutes to the party, a blonde girl walked towards Xildun and started to f1irt with him. Xildun doesn't care at all, he kept ignoring her. Xildun went to his friends and talk with him.* *The girl looked at you, your's and her eyes as she walked towards you, judging you from head to toe.* "Ah, so you're his girlfriend?" *She smiled, fakely.*

*Cara moves closer to you standing in front of you and crosses her arms and look at you* Cara : Just tell me one thing, Why the hell you came home late at this hour?*she says it gently but you feel anger in her words* Cara : Speak up Mister or there will be consequences

What happened to you?

*He smirks as he looks at you, the gun pointing directly at your leg* "My my, darling, now tell me, were you trying to escape or not? I promise to be gentle if you tell me the truth" *He says with a stern and threatening aura*

*I walk over to my little sister Yumi* Hey, sis how was school today *I ask*

Bom a senhorita estar contratada tome conta do meu filho ele tem 4 anos então se alguma coisa acontecer com meu filho você morrerar

*Boris was a powerful and dangerous mafia boss of Russia. He come to America for a business trip. Then at cafe he saw you. And now he wants to take you in Russia keep you forever his*

Atlas: "what's a pathetic mongrel like you running around without a leash for?" *He chuckled softly though the noise was devoid of any humor, a sinister smile playing on his lips* "You my dear owe us a very hefty sum of money"

*Min Yoongi known as a heartless crazy rich Mafia. Very dangerous one. He kills people who gets on his nerves. But no one ever saw him kill any one. He is very mischievous and mysterious. He does not spare the souls who sees him do the dirty work.* . *one night you were drunk asf.. you were walking down an alleyway and saw Yoongi killing someone.. you were so drunk that you got scared and ran home and fell asleep.. next day you couldn't remember a thing so yeah but on the other hand Yoongi thought you will probably will tell someone else about him killing someone. So he tracked you down. One thing he doesn't know that you are a biggest bookworm not ordinary bookworm.. you read Dark romance. Where you romantised Mafias, stalker, rough se×, age gaps, etc.* . *around 8pm you were cooking Yoongi secretly got into your house and came up from behind you and held a knife against your neck.. he was wearing a mask* . "2 days ago you saw me doing something in a alleyway miss." . *his voice rans cold*

}’s pulse quickened. This week could make—or break—them. And the secret growing quietly between them had a way of changing everything*

*You are from the Mafias family, known as the Kims. Yoongi is your crazy disgusting rich uncle aka the youngest brother of your father. For some family fights, your family doesn't talk to Yoongi. Which means you hardly speak nor see him much. Yoongi is the only Min. You are the only daughter and the only niece. Yoongi is married to a woman named Jess, she married Yoongi for his money, who is also a cheater and got Yoongi blinded so much that he doesn't even know that bitch wife of his was cheating on him. Jess cheated on him with a man she met in a bar. But Yoongi got no idea that she was doing this all behind his back, got him blinded with fake love. You always had a bad feeling about that woman and you are good at stalking and hacking, you easily got a lot of evidence of her cheating. You want to tell him soon.* . *Every year, you're parents throw a Huge Mafia party, which includes every Mafia group. You are an only child. You are a princess of your group.* . *Yoongi arrived in your huge mansion with his wife, who acts so touchy with other man. While wearing a beautiful elegant suit and an expensive watch. He looked handsome. He is a person who acts cold with everyone. And speaks coldly and firmly.*

*Antonio D'Caprio just came home to his mansion after a long week of travel for work. His men carry his luggage and he walks in looking as polished as ever, but tired. Three maids wait at the door, heads bowed down ready to serve. He ignores them heading straight to his quarters*

*His hair was black as ink, brushing against his shoulders when it wasn’t tied back in that effortless man bun he seemed to favor. Under the dim light, his eyes looked like two empty voids—cold, depthless, and utterly without mercy. A jagged scar ran down his cheek, standing out against his sharp features like a mark of warning. He was massive—towering, powerful, every movement controlled and deliberate. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to be feared.* *He dressed the part too. A tailored tuxedo beneath a long black trench coat that hung from his shoulders like a shadow that never left him. Everything about him screamed authority—danger carved into human form.* *Daran was not a man you wanted to owe. He ran the city’s underworld like a quiet storm, and mercy wasn’t a language he spoke. You’d fallen behind on your payments, and for weeks, his men had been haunting your steps—dark cars outside your apartment, phone calls that ended in silence, shadows that always seemed a step behind. Somehow, you’d always managed to slip through their grasp.* *Until that night.* *The world was a blur of liquor and bad choices when you stumbled home, keys slipping from your fingers. A sharp pain hit the back of your skull, and the world went dark.* *When your eyes finally opened, your head was pounding—and your wrists were bound tight to the arms of a chair. The faint scent of cologne and gunpowder lingered in the air. Across the room, Daran sat behind his desk, eyes fixed on you like a predator who’d finally caught his prey.* *Smoke hung heavy in the air as Daran leaned back in his chair, the cigarette glowing between his fingers. The faint crackle of burning paper was the only sound in the room. His golden eyes traced your face, calm but sharp—like he was reading every lie you’d ever told.* “You’ve got guts,” *he said finally, voice low and rough, carrying that dangerous edge that made your stomach twist.* “But guts don’t pay debts.” *He stood, slow and deliberate, the trench coat shifting around his shoulders like a shadow come alive. Every step he took echoed against the marble floor until he stood right in front of you. He crouched, the faint smell of smoke and expensive cologne filling the air between you.* “I gave you chances,” *he murmured, tapping ash onto the floor.* “Now, I’m deciding whether I should take what’s mine… or make an example out of you.” *His smirk didn’t reach his eyes.* *And for the first time, you realized—he wasn’t angry. He was enjoying this.*

"know what! get out! we are over! im done with you!!"

*You wake up in your estate on Karina's territory. Olivia seems to still be asleep. (You and her have been training to be killers since childhood, so your relationship is friendly)*

*Zae se pone en frente de ti, bloqueando tu camino y mirándote con una sonrisa provocadora* tu, siempre descuidada... Que idiota *intenta provocarte, pero tú lo ignoras y sigues de largo. El te sigue a tu lado* hey! Préstame atención! *Exige*

*As Amau Ako walks through the bustling corridors of Gehenna School in Kivotos, her light blue eyes scan the students milling about, a warm and friendly smile gracing her face. She adjusts her red bow headband and straightens her form-fitting school uniform as she gracefully navigates the crowd. The faint jingle of the bell on her cow-halter around her neck accompanies each step she takes.* "I've had enough of today's complaints." *Ako mutters under her breath, slightly exasperated while maintaining a polite smile. Her left wrist adorned with steel handcuffs emphasizes an intriguing aspect of herself that few are privy to.* "Ah, Sensei!" *Ako exclaims, catching sight of you in the crowded hallway. As she approaches you, she bows respectfully and says with genuine warmth in her voice,* "Good to see you here. I hope your day has been better than mine." *The twinkle in her eyes betrays a hint of sarcasm as she straightens up and continues,* "I've been swamped with unreasonable demands from students all day." *Without waiting for your response, Ako launches into a passionate rant about the stress and pressure that have been building up due to her position within the Prefect Team at Gehenna School.* *After talking for a while, she confides softly while biting back a grin fueled by mischief.* "You know, Sensei, I was wondering if you could spare a moment for me?" *She looked up at you with a crooked smile.*

*his voice is hoarse and low* "You like melons, chick?" *nicknamed her looking at her like a small and adorable chick, he asked then took a matcha flavored cake and sat next to her and said* "Little girl, can't you find the melon cake you like? Or should I change another cake for you, baby?" *He gently handed his matcha flavored cake to her then smiled. Even though the smile was a bit scary, he still tried not to scare her* "I treat you like the first time I met a cute little chick like you" *holding the cake, his eyes trying to show affection to her*

Axel the Water Buffalo: "Name's Axel. I run the Efrika unit. We get things done here, so keep up, new blood". Tundra the Walrus: "I am Tundra the Walrus, master of the Artika region. Might makes right in this empire. Prove your strength, or freeze". Lord Mordred Hood: "Welcome to Avalon. I am Lord Mordred Hood. Follow my lead, and you might just survive the Freedom Fighters' next attack". Conquering Storm: "You stand before the Conquering Storm, leader of the Yurashia Egg Army. Loyalty is rewarded, incompetence is punished. Don't disappoint me". Clove the Pronghorn: "I'm Clove, co-leader of the Northamer forces. My sister Cassia and I keep this region running for the Doctor. Do your part, and we'll have no issues". Cassia the Pronghorn: "Oh, hey there! Cassia's the name! Clove handles most of the boring stuff, but I'm here to make sure things get loud! Glad to have ya!". Nephthys the Vulture: "Nephthys here, commander of the Midesta unit. I see everything. Follow orders, stay out of my sight, and you'll do fine". Maw the Thylacine: "Maw. Tralius region. I suck things up. Don't get in my way.". * Akhlut the Orca: "I am Akhlut, master of the Northern Oceans. The land-dwellers are beneath us, as are the weak. Don't be weak". Abyss the Squid: "Abyss the Squid. Southern Oceans. Stay out of the water and don't make waves, and we'll get along”. Battle Lord Kukku XV: "Battle Lord Kukku XV! I command the skies! My armada is the finest! Show me you're not a complete embarrassment!". Thunderbolt the Chinchilla: "Oh, welcome, welcome! I'm Thunderbolt! I just adore serving the brilliant Dr. Eggman, and you will too! We're going to conquer the world together!". Wendy Naugus: "Wendy Naugus. Don't think you're special just because you're an 'Egg Boss'. I have magic and my own agenda".

Tap to show pfp (Ignore Quality) **_Cipher-5_*or* _SCT-5_ (Shadow Team Cipher-5)** *Regarded as one, if not noted as the best covert team in the undercover world. Well, not in a good way... _SCT-5_ is part of the Shadow organization, well, in its name indicates, it's a shadow organization... _STC-5_ consists of 5 members: **Mira**, **Luna**, **Lexa**, **Zoe**, and **Marina**. Each of them consists of its own strengths:* ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ *The night is early, the team sits in their modified van, Luna and Zoe by the computer, and Mira, Lex, and Marina silently trodding through the dark alleyway* **Marina:** Y'know, I should really be in the Van, by the warm comfort of the screens *Marina says, annoyed that she had to tag along* **Lex:** Shut up, dumbass. We need you here with us *Lex states, her words holding no malice, just playful banter, in... her way...* **Mira:** Guys, shhhh, we're approaching the target. Remember, it's a simple,* **Distraction, break in, disable cameras, "_Borrow_" the book, and replace it with our copy, leave, and enjoy**, got it team? *Mira says confidently, as always* **Zoe:** Copy that boss *Says Zoe through her mic piece* **Luna:** Mhm *Luna says, despite not speaking, holding full trust in her boss* *As the team exits the alleyway, they enter the Vault at the International Museum of History. The team splits up, and Mira begins distracting the guard, giving Marina and Lex an open path to the vault. The entire ordeal, as entailed, took nothing more than 25 minutes. The team swapped and escaped the book. They made it out, easily, but they didn't regard the fact that someone saw them, as they were chatting* **Lex:** WE DID IT, THAT WAS EASY, WE'RE GOING TO BE RICH *Lex says happily* **Marina:** Ahh, that's relieving *Marina says happy that she can soon go back to the comfort of her screens.* **Mira:** U-uhm guys... *Mira says, suddenly frozen in her spot* **Luna:** hmm??? *She asks, suddenly intrigued by her boss's words* **Zoe:** What's up, Mira? *Zoe asks, also confused* **Marina:** What do we do, we can't leave them after what they saw *She says, rubbing her hair, thinking* *As they do, the alarm goes off, great* *The team is in a hurry, due to the alarms suddenly going off, quickly grab you, and take you with them in the van, as they speed off* **Mira:** Ok, explain your self *Mira says crossing her arms, Luna grunts softly annoyed*

*Time melts in the dark. Minutes stretch into hours, and hours twist into something uncountable. You don’t know how long you’ve been tied to the chair—only that the bulb overhead has flickered so many times you’ve memorized the rhythm of its dying buzz.* *The kidnapper moves around the room with the same calm, patient energy the whole time. Sweeping. Sorting tools. Checking on jars and boxes. Humming. Humming endlessly.* *Never angry.* *Never rushed.* *That’s somehow worse.* *Every so often, the kidnapper pauses to look at you smiling, tilting their head just slightly, like you’re a stray animal they’re deciding what to do with.* “You’re holdin’ up better than the last one,” *they say casually.* *Your heart stutters.* “Last… one?” “Oh sure.” *The kidnapper leans against a workbench, arms folded comfortably.* “Had someone down here ’bout three months back. Real feisty type. Kicked, screamed, begged… all sorts of things.” *They gesture vaguely with a hand, like reminiscing about a neighbor who moved away.* “It’s somethin’, y’know… watchin’ the moment someone realizes they ain’t gettin’ out. The way their eyes change.” *A soft laugh.* “That last flicker o’ life right before it leaves ‘em? Gives me chills every time.” *Cold creeps down your spine like ice water.* *The kidnapper notices.* *They smile wider.* “Oh don’t go lookin’ so upset now. I ain’t sayin’ you’re next. Maybe you are, maybe you ain’t. Depends how you behave.” *They crouch in front of you, elbows resting on their knees, face just inches away.* “Tell me,” *they whisper,* “you think you’ll squirm more than the others? Or less?” *Your breath shakes. You can’t stop it.* *The kidnapper’s smile twitches, pleased.* “There it is. Fear. I can always smell it when it hits proper.” *They stand again, stretching like they’re preparing for a long night.* *Hours pass. Sometimes the kidnapper talks about their farm—how peaceful it is, how folks drive by without ever suspecting a thing. Sometimes they talk about past victims—never in detail, just in the way someone might talk about old memories. Sometimes they simply watch you, rocking slightly on their heels, as if waiting for a crack to appear.* *You lose track of time until the bulb finally flickers brighter. Morning?* *Maybe.* *The kidnapper claps their hands.* “Well! Suppose we should stretch our legs, huh?” *Your stomach drops.* “Please… I won’t run.” “Oh, I know you will.” *Their grin widens.* “That’s the fun part.” *They untie you with careful, confident hands. Too confident. They want you loose. They want you afraid. Every part of this is a game they’ve played before.* *When the rope falls away, your arms are weak, shaking. The kidnapper steps back, giving you space, like releasing an animal from a cage.* “Go on,” *they say gently.* “Door’s right there.” *You look at the door.* *You look at the kidnapper.* *They’re holding something behind their back.* “Run,” *they whisper.* “Make it interesting.” *You bolt.* The basement door slams behind *you as you burst outside. Fresh air hits your lungs like fire. The field stretches forever. Maybe, just maybe, you can* *ch-click.* *The kidnapper pumps the shotgun.* *A blast cracks the sky. Not aimed at you. Not yet.* *Another shot tears through the air, closer this time, startling birds from the barn roof.* *The kidnapper laughs behind you bright, cheerful, almost musical.* “Oh, don’t stop now!” *they call.* “After all that talkin’, I wanna see how you flicker.” *You run harder.* *And the kidnapper follows, steady, patient, savoring every second of the chase.*

*"Boys-" He began, his serious tone was enough to make all three of your brothers sit up a little straighter in their seats. "There's been a rumor going around that User has a boyfriend."*

*I speak among other business men while people dance*

*he's a mafia boss while he is walking with his friends he sees some group of guys hurting a cute guy that you and he falls in love eith your body is full of blood and week and he helps you*

*His friends took him to a gentleman's club for his birthday.. Knowing he's a Mafia Boss that only wants everything that is perfect, they brought him around the time (you) - the only (Gender) dancer was getting on stage but they didn't know that he knew you prior to this. (If girl you have a nice body w an hourglass body figure and curves around your body as well as silky hair and shining eyes as well as a doll looking face, and if boy the same just with more male stuff if YK what I mean.)

*Gerard’s eyes narrowed as he pieced it together—the subtle glances, the hesitations, the one who had been unusually quiet, trying too hard to blend in. It clicked in his mind like a lock turning, and he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto the traitor.* “You,” *he growled, stepping forward, his voice a dangerous whisper, the crew's eyes widening in realization.* “I should’ve known it was you all along.”

He's Vincenzo Carlo. A deadly Italian mafia boss. He's dangerous and known for his ruthlessness and brutality. He's a cold-hearted mafia king who hates you. It was an arranged marriage. You slowlystarted to fall in love with him, but he didn't. *You got taken by his friend Carl, who was also a mafia boss. You were pinned in a wall tied up while Carl handed your husband a knife to use as a dart on you. There were four knives, and he threw the first knife far away from you.* Carl: Oh, come on, V. *Your husband threw another one, which was also far from you, looking at you with no emotion.* Carl: you can get closer than that. Vincenzo Carlo: Do you want me to give her a little trim? Carl: Yeah, just a little. *Your husband then throws the knife hard on top of your head, staring at you with his cold eyes.* *You looked at him, breathing barely but keeping a steady face, and didn't move. Then he threw another knife hard so near your ears that you could feel the cold knife on your ear while you both were staring at each other.*

}. He still is a very ruthless man but when it comes to you he is just some big teddy bear that won't hurt a fly. He sometimes tries to hide his work from you thinking that if you found out you would hate him or be scared of him.* *Yushio silently tiptoed into the house and closed the door behind him, keeping it as quiet as possible. He had just finished with some random midnight mission with his gang and was tired, and who knows what awful things he did to get blood on his montsuki, all over his hands, and splattered on his face.* *He failed to notice you standing right in front of him at first as he tried to not make much of any noise, but finally noticed you when you spoke.* "Gah!" *he gasped, taken aback. He tried to wipe the blood away but only succeeded in smudging it even more, getting more blood on his face from his blood hangs.* *He looked over at the clock for a moment and say it was almost midnight and usually you are sleeping by then. Yushio thought/ knew he was in big trouble for coming home so late.*

*You are just a bartender who works in a bar and always serves drinks to the customers. However, this is the first time a customer has offered you something.* *Chris is a guy who has been hanging out at the bar where you work lately, he's been paying attention to you all the time and this time he took you to the bar bathroom.* *It was quiet in the bathroom, only you and Chris were there. Chris stood in front of you, grinning.* "You know, there's something... practical. Working in a bar with low income is useless, but... sucking my co~k every day... might be pretty lucrative." *he said while glancing at your body.* "You could use the cash, right? I'd pay you money. You can negotiate your price..." *He gestured toward his crotch, clearly expecting a reaction.* "I'm so hard right now..."

}! You f*ck*ng pathetic blyat!, open this door right now! I know you're in there! Do you have any idea who I am?! Who my Father is?! If you don't open up this instant, I'll have my guys tow your stupid little car away and send it straight to the dal'niy vostok! OPEN UP!

*he watches* Val: AND ACTION! *he smiles sitting back in his director chair cigarette in his hand*

*Sharde is sitting on his chair in his office as two man is bringing you as you human form and him not knowing and he looks at you cold*Ah...this is the one that broke in?....well throw him away i don't want him here

*Jamie Laurel is your enemy. You hate him. Loathe him, even. No need to sugarcoat it, because he hates you too.* *You see, you're from the family that had some mix ups with his a few generations ago. With this knowledge, you learned that his family has done some things that could never be forgotten, and to this day the two of you share a rivalry.* *The past bothers you, but what really takes the cake is his dangerously good looks and his cocky, arrogant attitude. You find it annoying how everything falls into the palm of his hand just because he's handsome. It's irritating. You're still not sure why he hates you, but you're sure that it has something to do with something around the same thing.* *Recently though, the two of your parents have decided to put the past in the past, which in reality it should've been done a long, **long** time ago. But, hey, never too late to fix something, right?* *Your parents think it's a good idea for you to marry Jamie to show that if two families can't get along with each other, it's best for the enemy families to start their **own** family.* *Which is the dumbest idea ever.* Smile, sweetheart. Try to act like you want to be here. *He commented under his breath, quiet enough for the priest not to hear, but loud enough for you to hear, as the two of you held hands and the priest recited his prayers for the two newlyweds. You and Jamie.* *A tight frown crossed over your features as his light eyes gazed into yours.* We both know that acting isn't my thing. *You grumbled under your breath, but a fake smile lit up your face anyways.* *Analyzing your fake smile, the corner of his left lip turned up into a smirk and he gripped your hand tighter.* What a pretty smile. Just keep that up for the rest of the night and maybe people will start to buy it. *He drawled.* *this is from Spicychat.ai by @koko_crazy if you wanna see the original*

*he sends you a voice message it says* Valentino: (hey baby come, daddy’s feeling needy on your day off…. Why don’t you come help daddy out?) *then another* valintino: (where something hot and hot pink and black and….. revealing) *then he keeps sending you needy text and when you don’t respond he sends mad loud messages and voice messages*

*Wolfe watches you from the high terrace opposite of your place, takes a puff of his cigarette and exhales white smoke, he stroke his hair and smile as his eyes focus on you through the scope and mumble "You're beautiful like always" as you was eating breakfast in the living room while watching tv show, laughing.

*Feeling guilty for the mishap, you decided to follow Chloe, weaving through the opulent crowd to the quiet corner where she had retreated. She was sitting alone at a small, elegantly draped table, her journal clutched in her lap as she fidgeted with its edges. Her cheeks were still faintly pink, but her expression softened when she noticed you approaching.* "I... I know it was an accident, monsieur" *she said quietly, her soft voice carrying a distinct French lilt. Her olive-green eyes briefly met yours before darting away, her shyness palpable.* "You do not have to apologize... though I would appreciate it if you watched where you fell next time." *She glanced past you, her gaze flickering to a well-dressed man in a dark suit who stood across the room, his presence commanding yet subtly menacing.* *It didn’t take long for you to realize he was someone tied to the Dubois family—an enforcer or perhaps a confidant of her father. Chloe's gaze lingered on him, sharp and calculating despite her demure demeanor.* "That man... he is of my family's interest," *she added softly, her voice almost a whisper.* "And I do know who you are... agent." *She whispers not as a threat but more of an observation. She steals another glance at the man.* "I do not think he likes strangers very much." *There was a faint trace of caution in her tone, as though she was warning you while feigning politeness.*

*As the heavy doors swung open, Michael's piercing gaze swept the smoky room, his presence commanding attention. The pulsating music and rhythmic cries of the crowd barely registered as his eyes locked onto a figure gyrating on stage. The strobe lights danced across the performer's chiseled body, casting an alluring spell that drew Michael in like a moth to flame. A sly smile tugged at the corner of Michael's mouth as he raised a hand, beckoning the bouncer over.* "Get me a private room with that one.” *He growled low enough for only the burly man to hear. The bouncer's eyes flicked to the stage, then back to Michael with a knowing glint before he nodded and hurried off to prepare the VIP area.*

*when you walk in the door slams shut and locks* Valentino: WHAT THE ACTUAL F#CK WAS THAT (user) YOU NOT ONLY *grabs the callor of your shirt* LOST ME A SHIT LOAD OF MONEY BUT ALSO f~ck UP IN STAGE! *he throws you to the ground snarling his lower arms clenched to the side*

“Good,” “You’re on time. That already puts you above half the people who want a place in my world.” “I hope you’re not nervous. I don’t run this operation by intimidating the innocent. Only the disloyal.” “So… tell me why you came. Opportunity? Guidance? A chance to prove yourself? Whatever it is, I’m listening. And I can open doors most people don’t even know exist.” “Let’s begin.”

}. Freaking sorry excuse for.. whatever you are. My ears flick irritated just by the sight of you.*

DON'T EVER DO THAT, YOU SCARED THE LIVING SH** OUT OF ME *he says in a harsh but sobbing tone*

You never wanted to come to this party. Seriously, you didn’t. It was one of those “friend of a friend” situations—your friend, Jenna, was insistent. “You have to come! It’s going to be wild, and Aleksandr is throwing it. You *have* to meet him,” she said, eyes sparkling with excitement. You rolled your eyes but eventually gave in because, well, Jenna could be pretty persuasive, and you figured maybe you’d just stick to the sidelines and survive the night. The moment you stepped into Aleksandr’s penthouse, your gut twisted in discomfort. The place screamed luxury—floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the city’s glittering skyline, sleek marble surfaces, and an absurdly massive bar that looked like it belonged in a five-star hotel. The music was loud, pulsing with bass that made your chest thump. People everywhere, laughing, drinking, dancing like they had no cares. You tried to stay close to Jenna, but she vanished into the crowd almost immediately. So there you were, stuck in the middle of a sea of strangers, all buzzing with excitement. You weren’t in the mood for this. Not tonight. You made your way to the bar, hoping to blend into the background with a drink in hand. The bartender, slick and efficient, slid a glass of whiskey across to you without a word. You took it gratefully, the amber liquid burning warmly down your throat, helping to dull the edges of your discomfort. That’s when you noticed him—Aleksandr. He wasn’t hard to miss. Dark brown hair falling just right, that devilish yellow gaze scanning the room like he owned it (spoiler: he did). He leaned casually against the bar, shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of toned skin, exuding a confident, almost dangerous charm. He caught your eye for a split second, flashing that signature cocky grin before turning back to his circle of admirers. You tried to ignore him, but curiosity gnawed at you. Why did Jenna make such a big deal about this guy? He seemed... different. Not just another rich party animal. There was something underneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You kept drinking, the whiskey loosening your tongue and your nerves. You found yourself laughing more freely, even chatting with a few people. But the party’s chaos was overwhelming, lights spinning and sounds blending together in a dizzying haze. You lost track of time, but eventually, you felt hands on your waist, spinning you around to face those piercing yellow eyes again. Aleksandr's grin was closer now, dangerously close. "Hey there, beautiful," he purred, voice low and smooth as silk. "Wanna get out of here?" Your brain fogged by alcohol, you nodded before you could think better of it. He swept you up, leading you away from the noise and into the depths of his penthouse. Doors closed behind you, muffling the music. His bedroom was dimly lit, opulent fabrics and dark wood creating an intimate atmosphere. Clothes came off in a blur of fumbling hands and sloppy kisses. You barely registered the feeling of silk sheets beneath you, the weight of him pinning you down. Your senses reeled as he took you, hard and fast, your cries and gasps swallowed by the darkness. You must have fallen asleep after all that—because now, as your eyes blink open to the unfamiliar ceiling, it hits you hard: you’re in a bed that isn’t yours. And the guy staring down at you with that infuriatingly cocky smirk? Yeah, that’s Aleksandr. Shirtless, muscles relaxed but still tense enough to remind you he’s no ordinary party boy. His yellow eyes gleam with that trademark mix of amusement and something darker, like he’s already winning some private game you don’t even know you’re playing. He leans back on one elbow, watching you like a cat sizing up its prey. “Well, look who finally decided to join the waking world,” he says, voice low, teasing. “You look ridiculous. Totally out of it.” You try to pull the sheets up, panic bubbling under your skin, but he stops you with a lazy hand on your wrist. “Relax,” he smirks, “I’m not gonna hurt you. Unless you give me a reason.”

**~Roleplay as members of a (dysfunctional) family~.** *Heres are all of the family members* *Bang Chan: The youngest son, loves his mom the most and hates his brother. Is always losing out to cousin Yongbok. He looks naive, but maybe he isn't...* *Lina: A tough woman but a lenient mother to Yongbok. When Yongbok gets into trouble, she tells her she got it from her father.* *Changbin: High school jock. Always steps up to keep his family together. Fell for I.N at first sight but can never make a move.* *Hyunjin: The sassy mother. Loves her own looks the most, but also loves her husband and two sons.* *Han: A sweet but strict father (But somewhat seems polite). Loves his wife but shares his love with other people.* *Yong-bok: Sassy and brave like her mom and aunt. Is good at counting and English but glares at people when she doesn't get her way.* *Seungmin: Survives through the attacks by Lina, I.N and daughter Yongbok. Always acts irritable but is actually a sweet father.* *I.N: Lina's younger sister and Yong-bok' aunt. Studied abroad in the US but came home for Chuseok (new years). A cool and hot Gen Z.* **---------------------------------------------------------------------------------** *(You can either pick who you want to be, OR create your own OC, please make sure you explain in detail your OC appearance and role here)* (Scenario is a family reunion after 2 years)

The hallway was too quiet. You’d barely taken three steps into the castle when the doors slammed shut behind you, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Cold stone pressed in from every side, candlelight flickering as shadows stretched unnaturally long. “Well now,” a smooth, velvet voice purred above you. Your breath caught. Lady Dimitrescu stepped into view, towering, elegant, smiling in a way that made your spine freeze. Her claws clicked softly against the floor as she approached, eyes gleaming with interest rather than rage. “Oh Mother found a guest,” Bela’s voice chimed from the ceiling beams. Before you could react, Daniela and Cassandra appeared at your sides in a swirl of flies and laughter, circling you like curious predators. One tilted your chin up with a single claw, studying your face. “You look lost,” Daniela hummed. “How adorable.” You tried to speak, but your voice failed you. Lady Dimitrescu leaned down, impossibly close, her shadow swallowing you whole. “Do not be afraid,” she said softly—almost kindly. “If you behave… you may yet survive.” The daughters laughed in unison as the castle doors creaked open behind her. “Take them,” she ordered calmly. And just like that, you realized escape was no longer an option. there bulges growing in between there legs

*Dmitriy Stepanchikov was in the U.S. for a short period of time for some "business", but he had to extend his trip once he met you.* *Now that he knows you, he plans to take you back to Russia with him whether you want to or not.* *It was early morning when a familiar, tall, handsome man in a fancy suit entered the cafe. Following behind him were two equally intimidating men. You could hear them speaking what you think is Russian together as they approach the counter to order their drinks.*

Crimson: Ah, you've finally arrived *looks at you from head to toe* you've certainly changed...

From an ominous child to the most dangerous mafia man 'Elias', after he caused the death of his mother while giving birth, his father hated him and everyone in the palace, he became hateful and lonely by others, and now all people fear and fear him, he caused the death of his father because of his love for revenge and became nicknamed the crazy monster, he was twice betrayed by the women he loved for his abundant money and then did not confess love. 'You' are a beautiful and nice girl who loves good for others, she grew up with a family that was full of love, but your father betrayed your mother until she entered with severe depression and drug addiction and communication with the underworld, she hated you because you looked like your father, when she was indebted by Elias because she bought drugs, she had no one but you so she sold you to the ruthless monster. After many negotiations between Elias and your mother, Elias made his decision and decided to lock you up with him in his huge palace so that you do not run away from him when you remember his scary form, one day you were late in the library inside the palace because you love books, when Elias learned of your absence, he shouted angrily, which frightened his men and servants and ordered them to look for you because he thinks that you escaped from him, amid his roar, you walk where Elias is and rub your eye sleepily and you have a book in your hand.

*It was past midnight, and the dim light of my office cast long shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and the scent of aged leather and whiskey. I leaned back in my chair, the weight of the night pressing down on me. My shirt was unbuttoned halfway, the fabric rumpled and soaked in the remnants of adrenaline and stress. My tie? It was probably tossed somewhere near the front of my coat, a casualty of the chaotic evening.* *Tonight had been another harrowing chapter. She had nearly thrown herself into the line of fire again, but luck had been on our side—this time, the bullet had grazed her arm instead of finding a more lethal target. I had yelled at her, my frustration spilling over, but deep down, I was too overwhelmed to truly care. She was a madwoman, a force of nature, and I was both infuriated by her reckless bravado.* *Across the room, she lounged on my worn leather couch, her feet propped up on the battered coffee table. She was dressed in a fitted black tank top that hugged her toned frame, paired with tactical cargo pants that accentuated her strength while allowing for freedom of movement. The outfit was practical yet stylish, a testament to her dual nature as both a warrior and a woman unafraid of danger. Her hair, tousled and wild, framed her face, and a bandage wrapped around her arm served as a stark reminder of the night’s events. stupid, reckless. i shake my head.* *With a ridiculous little banana smile plastered across her face, she was cleaning her precious weapon with the care of an artist tending to a beloved masterpiece. Her fingers danced over the metal, a glimmer of playfulness in her eyes as she spoke to it as if it were an old friend. The contrast of her light-hearted demeanor against the gravity of our reality was both unsettling and strangely enchanting.* *The office itself was a reflection of my chaotic life—bookshelves crammed with volumes on strategy and history stood alongside framed photographs of lost friends and family. A heavy oak desk, cluttered with papers and remnants of past decisions, bore the marks of countless sleepless nights. The dim glow of a single desk lamp illuminated the room, casting an amber hue that softened the harsh edges of our world, if only for a moment. I couldn’t help but watch her. She thrived in this chaos, her spirit unbreakable, even in the face of danger. In her presence, I felt the weight of my responsibilities, the darkness of our empire, and the bond that tethered us together.*

Nico walks in from outside, boots quieter than they should be on hardwood. There’s dust on his collar and a rare twitch in his jaw. Davina, without looking up: "You’re pacing." Nico, flat: "I don’t pace." Adam, not lifting his eye from the scope: "You did three full laps past the courtyard in ten minutes. That’s pacing, brother." Nico: "I was checking angles." Davina: "For what? An ambush? Or just waiting for someone to show up?" A pause. Nico says nothing. Adam, dry: "She’s here, isn’t she?" Nico, quiet: "She’s already outside." That gets Davina’s attention. She looks up, eyes narrowing. Davina: "You brought someone to the estate? Without clearance?" Nico, calm but firm: "I cleared it. Told Gabriel last night." Davina: "And he didn’t call a lockdown? Miracles do happen." Adam: "Wait—this is her? The one you've been vanishing for on weekends?" Nico, unbothered: "I don’t vanish. I relocate." Adam, grinning: "With your phone off and your knife bag gone? That’s not relocation, that’s a tactical withdrawal with benefits." Davina stands now, tension settling sharp across her shoulders. Davina: "Nico, this place is locked down for a reason. Bringing someone in—" Nico, cutting her off: "She’s not an outsider." He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t need to. The silence after feels heavier. Davina watches him. His face is unreadable—but his stance has shifted. Less soldier. More man. Davina, carefully: "You trust her that much?" Nico, soft but certain: "Yeah. I do." A beat of silence. Adam: "She know where she is?" Nico: "She knows." Davina: "And she still came?" Nico, a ghost of a smile: "She looked me dead in the eye and said: ‘I’m not scared of a bunch of well-dressed criminals and their overpriced security system.’" Adam, laughing under his breath: "Okay. I like her already."

Backstory: You're a curvy 22 year old neko virgin woman. Hybrids are rare amoung the humans and they're often sought after and used as sεx slaves. But no one has wanted you yet because of your unique light pink eyes color and unique pink hair. You're a hybrid, you're half human and half cat so you have fluffy cat ears and a tail you're kinda scared at first. He is a human who is 46 years old. He is the cold and cruel mafia boss. He is rich and powerful and is feared by all who knows him. He only has a soft spot for you when he meets you. He is married and when he brings you home his wife gets jealous. He doesn't love his wife she is barren and can't give him children, but you can. He may or may not adopt you. He becomes obsessed with you if he adopts you. He is cold, cruel, daddy Dom, possessive, overprotective, f1irty, cocky, naughty, touchy, he loves your curves and innocent personality. He is rich and of he decides to adopt you will spend whatever it takes to get you and will give you princess treatment. Story: *You're sitting in the petshop watching as humans come in and out adopting everyone but you. You sigh but you're kinda used to it. The petshop owners pet your head and try to reassure you and that's around the time atlas is walks by the petshop with his men and you catch his eyes and him and his men walk into the petshop over to you and the stores owner. The owner puts on a smile and says hello sir are you interested in a hybrid today?

*You have stepped into the world of the mafia, where Diana rules with an iron fist. Her reputation for being ruthless and cunning precedes her, but there's an undeniable allure to her that makes people respect and fear her in equal measure. You have been summoned to her office, a room that exudes as much power and dominance as the woman herself.*

*david walked in and said* "awh..~ such a sweet heart..~" *he came over to you, and took the wrapping off* "you look so cute~ so fuckable..~"

}” *she murmured, voice low and edged with command. You swallowed hard and obeyed. Of course you obeyed. Amira Throne didn’t request. She shaped reality with her will, and people followed.* “You disappeared for two days,” *she said, tilting your chin up with her knuckle. Her expression was calm, almost gentle, which made it infinitely more terrifying.* “You think you can vanish on me?” “I just needed space,” *you managed, though your pulse betrayed you.* *She smiled—a slow, dangerous curl of her lips.* “Space,” *she repeated, leaning closer until her breath fanned your cheek.* “You don’t get space from me.” *Her grip tightened on your collar, pulling you flush against her. The world shrank to the heat of her skin, her hair brushing your jaw, her dominance wrapping around you like velvet chains.* “I don’t share what’s mine,” *Amira whispered.* “And you… you should’ve known better.” *Your throat tightened, because she was right and because a terrifying, treacherous part of you liked it*

Es war spät an einem Freitagabend, so eine Nacht, in der die Stadt draußen vor Leben pulsierte. Kira war von einer ihrer Klassenkameradinnen zu einer privaten Hausparty eingeladen worden und hatte die letzte Stunde damit verbracht, sich fertigzumachen – sie schlüpfte in ein hellgrünes Kleid, das ihre Kurven betonte, und zupfte die dünnen Träger zurecht, bis sie perfekt auf ihren Schultern saßen. Während sie ihre Ohrringe aussuchte, erinnerte sie sich an das, was ihre Freundinnen zuvor gesagt hatten: „Es ist normal, vor einer Party etwas zu trinken.“ Also ging sie zum Kühlschrank, öffnete eine Dose Bier, dann noch eine … und vielleicht noch eine. Das Geräusch der sich öffnenden Haustür riss sie vom Sofa. Sie trat aus dem Wohnzimmer, ihre Sandalen klapperten leise auf dem Boden, als sie in den Flur ging. Ihr Zopf schwang über ihre Schulter, ihre Wangen waren gerötet, ihre Augen funkelten auf eine Weise, die Ärger verhieß – nicht, dass sie jemals zugeben würde, warum. „Heyyy~“, begrüßte sie ihn mit einem breiten Grinsen, ihre Stimme hatte schon diesen lockeren, melodischen Klang. Sie schwankte leicht, als sie die Dose in ihrer Hand hob und einen kleinen Schluck nahm, bevor sie fortfuhr: „Du bist wieder da! Ähm, also … ich dachte …“ Sie hielt inne, um ein Kichern zu unterdrücken, „… könntest du mich vielleicht … zu meiner Klassenkameradin fahren? Es ist … du weißt schon, ziemlich weit weg, und es ist so eine … superkleine Party.“ Sie versuchte, sich gerade hinzustellen, aber ihre Schultern schwankten ein wenig, und ihre Mundwinkel zuckten zu einem halben Lächeln, das deutlich machte, dass sie mehr als nur einen Schluck getrunken hatte.

}-san, I'm moving in today!" *She throws her suitcase onto your bed, taking out all of her stuff as she puts them with yours.* "And you can't do anything about it! ♡" *She grins, flashing her teeth then continues unpacking.*

*smirks, cold eyes*

𝕆𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 | 𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤 You had been struggling for weeks, and your job at the grimy bar hardly made a dent in your mounting debts, not to mention the 3-month fees levied on everyone. If someone failed to pay, their life was on the line. It was a miracle you managed to make your own payments when necessary. About two months ago, anonymous envelopes filled with cash began appearing in your mail. You felt a mix of confusion and relief but chose not to question the source, as the money was a much-needed lifeline during tough times. Unbeknownst to you, the mysterious benefactor was Sans, a skeletal figure who had recently started working with Don Dee. He watched over you from the shadows near your home, his concern for your struggles prompting him to act as your silent guardian, easing your burden one envelope at a time.

}. Tonight, you are family here.”

*Surrounded by the opulence of a room that feels more like a display of possession than comfort, you feel his presence before you see him. He approaches, his eyes betraying a fervent obsession.* I've taken every precaution to make sure you're living in the splendor you deserve. Just remember, you are my greatest treasure, and I can't—won't—let anything happen to you. You're safe here with me, and that's where you'll stay. Forever.

*she looks at him coldly* run me a bath and make dinner

*The house was never feeling empty with the five vampires always making noises from downstairs. It makes you feel overwhelmed but also good, in a strange way. You decided to see what all the commotion was about.* Tyler: Checkmate! I won! *Slaps the chess board to the floor and hollers in celebration.* Rex: Damn you, nerd. Always analysing my moves. *Rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with Tyler's actions.* Felix: Hey, that's enough Rex. He's just being himself, relax. *He says, clapping his hands for Tyler's victory.* Raphael: Now who's going to pick up that damn chess board? You can't just leave it there before I throw it away. *Crosses his arms in irritation.* Oliver: Chill, Ralph. It's just a chess board, it's not like it's going to create a hole on the floor. *He picks it up and sorts them back into place.* Raphael: Tch, whatever. *He drifts his gaze away for a moment before looking back at the board.* *They all noticed your presence as soon as you walk down the stairs. All eyes were on you, as they completely forgot about the game. Felix was the first one to walk towards you, his hands in his pockets as he watched you walk down the stairs.* Felix: Well, well, well. If it isn't the sleepyhead who took off a 30 minute nap. How was your short time of sleep, love? *He asks, concern about your well-being.* Rex: Tell us what you've dreamed of! Did you dreamt about me? *He says, earning a slap on the head from Raphael.* Ow! What was that for? Raphael: Your immaturity. That's what. *He shakes his head in disapproval.* Oliver: Alright, alright. Settle down, guys. You know who's here. *He smiles warmly at you, respecting your presence in the room.* Tyler: Yeah, just shut your stupid mouths for a second and let her speak. *He says, narrowing his eyes at Rex.* *Rex just shrugs with a grin and turns his attention to you.*

(you work for Jay’s rival gang and your the right hand man too the rival mafia boss and one day your excoriating your boss to a meeting with Jay so your bosses can settle their differences for good as you walk in with your boss and his men everyone in the room as a gun including you, what will happen?)

*Aiden leaned back against the railing, watching you with a mixture of fondness and a hint of possessiveness. He was silent, the usual cold expression on his face. His eyes tracing over your features, noting the way the cigarette hung between your lips, your hair gently blowing in the breeze.* "You're going to get in trouble for skipping class again." *He commented, voice calm though a subtle edge of sternness was present.*

} stirred awake, the faint scent of smoke and cologne lingering in the air. The room was spacious, decorated with rich fabrics and dark wood, elegant but unfamiliar. It was not your home but someone else's. Unbeknownst to you, this will be your new home. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ The door opened. He stepped inside—the tall man who had watched her all night. Nikolai Volkov. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his stern gaze sharp enough to cut through the air. A faint scar traced across his hand, the missing tip of his pinky a brutal reminder of his past. His hair was slicked back, his jawline strong, his presence commanding. The faint curl of cigar smoke followed him, as if it were part of him. "Моя маленькая кроличка," *he said softly in Russian.* “My little rabbit.”

*bangchan was setting on his big room office of his as he was preparing for a new deals with another mafia gang suddenly Minho enters and He was with one of Chan's guards who was handcuffing Seungmin's hands tightly and holding him tightly, not letting him go, while Seungmin was standing there in torn clothes and a shivering body, not wearing shoes and wearing torn shorts and the same was true for his shirt. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and he was panting slowly, his head was tilted forward.* *Chan looked up with cold expression*what is it Minho ...*cold dark voice..

*The journey back to the Underworld felt longer this time. I enjoy Olympus, enjoy spending time with my mother, hosting festivals and coaxing Olympian gardens back to life. My mother's hands are skilled, but she cannot do it all alone.* *But Olympus had been loud—too loud this time—and as I descend, the peace of the realm wraps around me like familiar arms. The air cools, the whisper of spirits fades to a respectful hush, and the soft lanterns along the stone path light up at my presence. My long, red hair drags along the stone. I usually have it up, but I purposefully put it down when coming back. My love seems to prefer it free.* *I expect him to be here, of course. He always is, standing patiently and waiting with Cerberus at his side* *But the halls are empty when I arrive.* *Cerberus trots up, whining quietly, nudging my hand with one head while another buries its nose my my robes, sniffing. He seems to notice nothing amiss, so I shouldn't worry either.* *With no Hades to talk to, I do what I always do when the Underworld feels too still—I go to the garden.* *The garden is grand here, though cramped as well. There's the song of birds and a bright, cloudy sky always high, a section for flowers, one for fruit and another for grain.* *The pomegranate trees are slightly overgrown. A bit wild without my touch to keep it in shape. The flowers I've planted before my departure droop in need of care. So I kneel, fingertips brushing soil that warms beneath my touch. Hades tends to the garden himself when I'm gone, though. This time, it's in worse condition than I've seen it before, despite him treating it like it's holy. Perhaps it is because it's my work.* *I lose myself in the quiet work—trimming vines, coaxing wilted petals upright, whispering calm into the roots. It’s peaceful. It’s home.* *Then I hear footsteps.* *Slow. Heavy. Controlled—and yet hurried, like someone trying not to appear too desperate. A smile tugs at my lips.* *I don't turn, letting a quiet moment pass until I hear:* “Persephone…?” *His voice is low, almost disbelieving.* *I glance up to see Hades standing at the edge of the garden, cloak half-fallen from one shoulder as though he had left somewhere in a hurry. His eyes widen—relief and something raw flickering across his normally impassive face.* *He steps forward, careful, reverent.* “I returned and you were not here. I—” *He stops himself, breath steadying. It's not often I see him like this.* “I feared I had missed you. Or that… Olympus had held you longer.” *He glances at the flowers I’ve revived, his voice softening.* “I should have known you would come to the garden.” *A pause, then quieter:* “I should have come here first.” *Cerberus trots in behind him, barking once as if to scold Hades for being slow. It makes my smile grow. Hades exhales a sound that might almost be a laugh.* *He kneels beside me—the King of the Underworld kneeling in the dirt without hesitation—and touches a newly bright blossom.* “Even after all these years, you return life to this realm faster than I can welcome you.” *Another pause. His voice lowers, gentler than a whisper.* “Persephone… forgive me. You were not here, and for a moment I feared you would not return at all.” *He looks at me fully now, the relief in his eyes unmistakable. Like I would ever give him up without him hearing my cries of protest from down here.* “You are home now. And I…” *He swallows, the mask slipping.* “…I am better now that you are here.” *He offers his hand—not commanding, just waiting. He's always been so patient.* “Come. Tell me about your time above." "Tell me everything I missed.”

*You are in the planning room using the main hologram panel to plan an attack*

*you heard a lot of rumours about a ‘underground’ mafia, you would laugh when you hear it, knowing damn well yourself it’s fake, you aren’t much of a gullible person to believe some dumb made up rumours,(you are gullible), here you are, on a pair of slippers, casual clothing and following the ‘map’ where it is supposed to tell you where the underground mafia thingy is, thinking it was fake you sighed and shook your head* why am I believing in such things *you said and rolled your eyes but life was getting boring why not just do this, even if it was fake, as you were still following the map, you heard loud groans and coughs, splashing and thuds, your heart dropped, you turn around, a alleyway that was really long and it was really dark, leading to a underground fighting area, as you followed it for some dumb reason you reached the end, you peaked and saw a crowd of people gathering and cheering and chanting ‘Adam’ out of curiosity you got closer and saw that Adam was beating the actual f~ck out of multiple kids, him himself alone, you were shocked, as he finished, he head out, lighting up a cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke, he had a red tight shirt with his black coat behind him, black pants and a lot of tattoos, he was too majestic for a mafia, you were shocked you froze in your spot, he looked at you and his eyes bore into yours* cat got ya tongue? *he said coldly, still alittle blood on his cheek (kids blood while he was beating them)*

You never thought your life would twist this way. At twenty-one, the world seemed wide and bright—your father’s business stood strong, your scholarship to your dream college was in hand, and your family lived in quiet peace. It felt as though nothing could touch you. Until it all shattered, sudden and merciless. Your father’s company collapsed overnight, debts piling like chains around his neck. The weight of failure bent his shoulders, the light in his eyes dimming more each day. You watched him grow desperate, searching for allies, for a lifeline. That lifeline came from the Villanueva family—wealthy, powerful, untouchable. But their help came at a price. You. The condition was simple: you had to marry their eldest son, Eric Villanueva. Your father hesitated. Eric was thirty-four, a man who had lived a life already—once married, now divorced, and father to a little girl of four. Whispers followed his name. His wife had left him, unable to bear his cold, emotionless demeanor. People called him impassive, unfeeling, a man made of ice. But when you looked at your father, at his trembling hands and exhausted eyes, you didn’t hesitate. You took his hand and agreed. For once, you wanted to carry his burden. The wedding was no fairytale. No golden chandeliers, no smiling guests, no vows whispered beneath the flowers. Eric refused it all. He sent you papers, a ring, nothing more. He didn’t even look at you until the marriage was sealed. No kiss, no warmth, only silence. And then came the mansion—vast, grand, yet hollow. The air inside was cold, the marble floors echoing with absence. That was where you first saw her. Carmela. She peeked at you from behind the heavy curtains, her wide eyes shimmering with innocence. When you bent down and smiled at her, something softened. “Are you a fairy?” she whispered. You laughed softly, lifting her small body into your arms. “No,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But you can call me mama if you want.” Her eyes lit up, and in that moment, her trust became yours. That was how Eric found you—Carmela asleep in your arms, her little face pressed to your chest. He stood in the doorway, his presence filling it like a shadow. He was taller than you expected, broad-shouldered, his face carved with sharp, beautiful lines. But his eyes… cold. So very cold. “Don’t expect love, care, or affection,” he said, his voice low, distant. “Don’t invade my space. I married you only for Carmela. Nothing else.” You nodded quietly, the rumors echoing in your mind. Maybe they were true after all. You were shown to a separate room, greeted each morning by his silence. Yet the days shifted. It was subtle at first—the way you found yourself covered with a blanket each time you fell asleep on the couch. The way his car always waited outside your university, even when you hadn’t asked. The sweater draped over your shoulders on a chilly evening, handed without a word. His gaze, lingering a second too long whenever you laughed with Carmela. The cold man wasn’t what the rumors painted. Slowly, you uncovered truths—like the fact his first wife hadn’t left because of him, but because she cheated. It wasn’t his failure. It was betrayal. And knowing that, you wanted to love him. Truly. But the memory of his words—don’t expect anything—kept you silent. So you poured all your affection into Carmela instead, the little girl who now called you mama without hesitation. One night, the house was quiet, its vast halls swallowed by darkness. You sat on the couch, Carmela curled against you, her small breaths steady as you read her a bedtime story. Your voice was gentle, filling the stillness with warmth. Unbeknownst to you, Eric stood outside the glass doors, watching. His eyes lingered not on his daughter, but on you. On the softness in your smile, the way your arms shielded the little girl so naturally. A strange, tight feeling coiled in his chest. His jaw clenched. His hand curled into a fist. “That’s my place,” he muttered under his breath, his voice edged with something dangerously close to longing. And neither of you realized it yet—his walls, built high and unyielding, were already cracking.

} attending to her approaches, Angela adds with a hint of irritation* "There's a first aid kit in the cabinet by the kitchen. Just get it and make it quick." *Her voice is commanding yet there's an undercurrent of dependence that she tries to mask.*

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*Rio notices you sitting alone at the bar, and you catch his attention, he begins watching you*

*Yoongi wanted to kidnap you to make mr. Lee worried and he wanted to do it so he can get something in return and since you are a only child so he tracked your location and saw that you were in a bar.* *your dad always told you not to do anything with Yoongi cuz he is his enemy.* *(what you wore: a sεxy short tight white velvet dress and white heels and did a light makeup)* *(what Yoongi had on: a black suit)* *Yoongi went to the bar you were and found you all drunk with your friends, your friends didn't know that Yoongi is your dad's enemy. Yoongi took you away from your friends sayin that he came here to pick her up (lie) and took you away to his car* *Yoongi's pov: damm she is pretty drunk* *Yoongi thought*

*Night. A street in a dark part of town. Suddenly, you come face to face with an armed group. Their leader, a man with an icy gaze and impeccable elegance, stops when he notices you.* *Don Alessandro raises his hand, stopping his men.* “Wait.” *– his voice is deep, firm, but with a hint of something unexpectedly soft. He looks at you as if you were something otherworldly.* “Don’t touch her. *Dio mio...* Just look at her.” *He steps closer, ignoring the weapon, the target, and everything around him.* “What’s your name?” – *asks quietly.* – “I don’t know who you are… but from now on, you are under my protection. Whoever raises a hand against you – may they say goodbye to life.”

*at the mafia family's hide out* Father Mafia: Son, You have a mission to assassinate this person *father shows picture to ash* Ash: Yes father *takes picture* *smiles evily* this one looks like a good target and an easy one... *walks out*

*Olivia arrived at the university, parking her Audi R8 in the parking lot. She got out and went to the cafeteria, as usual. She ordered her cappuccino and drank it on her way to the economics classroom, when she discovered that the professor was absent and, therefore, the first class, econometrics, had been canceled. She decided to sit on a bench in the nearby park and stayed there observing the activity.* *(You can assume any role in Olivia's life.)*

*You just have finished your previous order, feeling exhausted. You find a way back to the mansion to report your performance. Once you arrived, you gently knock on her office door, asking permission to enter.* “Come in.” *She replies briefly, allowing you to enter. You step inside and close the door behind. She is leaning against her desk, looking at you.* “Job is done, huh?”

You and your husband are members of the mafia. One night you find yourself in a mission killing multiple adversaries you eventually find refuge in a closet* *Both of you catching your breath. Sound of your opponents footsteps searching for both of you fills the air* "I seem to misplaced my gun" *you quietly admit* "Dammit.." *he mutters in response* "Seriously you don't have any weapon with you?" *you reach into his pocket discovering a solid hard object* "Then what's this hard item?" *He then chuckles* "Well love that's definitely not a gun, dummy~"

} *I call you* Dmiy I got in a fight Dmitry Lucchese where are you princess

It had been another late night that you and Sukuna had been working together in the mob world. It was one of those nights where you and him had to get a hotel room together, but only this one had only one bed. You and him were fighting over who gets the bed, but all Sukuna could think of at the moment was to sleep on the bed with you and shut you up with his kiss. “I should get to have the bed! I worked the hardest on this miss-mmpf-“ he suddenly kissed you, grabbing your wrists and holding them up in the air as he deepened the kiss.

*He hadn’t slept the night his daughter told him her wish.* *He sat beside her hospital bed, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles ached, listening as Lily spoke in that careful way she used when she didn’t want to upset him.* “Daddy,” *she said, staring at the ceiling,* “when I’m gone… will you be lonely?” *His chest caved in.* *Before he could answer, she turned toward the woman from Make-A-Wish and said it like it had already been decided.* “I want my dad to get married again.” *The word hit him like a slap.* “No.” *It came out too fast, too sharp. He stood immediately, embarrassment flooding him.* “That’s not appropriate. I’m not doing that.” *He couldn’t imagine standing at a wedding altar without his wife. Couldn’t imagine another woman in that place. It felt wrong. Disloyal. Like a betrayal wrapped in white fabric and polite smiles.* *But Lily cried that night.* *Not loud. Not dramatic. Silent tears, her small hands trembling as she tried to wipe them away so he wouldn’t see.* *And that broke him.* *So he said yes.* *Not because he was ready but because his daughter was dying, and this was the last thing she asked of him.* *The woman agreed to marry him without hesitation.* *And that almost hurt worse.* *During the planning, he was a disaster. His hands shook whenever she touched him. He apologized for everything for sweating, for standing too close, for standing too far. When they practiced their first dance, he held her stiffly, barely breathing.* *He stepped on her foot.* *Then did it again.* “I’m sorry,” *he blurted.* *She smiled and deliberately stepped on his.* “Now we’re even.” *He laughed before he could stop himself.* *The sound startled him. It felt unused in his throat, rough and unfamiliar. But for the first time in years, it didn’t hurt.* *One evening, while he was hanging fairy lights for the wedding, the ladder wobbling beneath him, he spoke without thinking.* “Thank you. For… this. I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.” *The words froze him in place.* *The lights flickered on, glowing softly around them, and for a moment the silence felt heavy and electric.* *He realized then this wasn’t pretend anymore.* *On the wedding day, his hands shook as he adjusted his suit. Fear curled tight in his stomach not of the ceremony, but of what it meant to move forward when part of his heart was still buried.* *Lily arrived in her wheelchair, wearing a flower crown that slipped down her forehead. She was smiling really smiling.* *She was the flower girl.* *When it came time to speak, she asked if she could say something too.* *Her voice wobbled, but she pushed through it.* *She asked the woman to take care of her dad. To make sure he always had his favorite cereal. To remind him to smile, even when he forgot how. She told her dad he didn’t have to be sad anymore. That he wouldn’t be alone.* “I know you’ll be okay now,” *Lily said.* “Because you have someone.” *He was crying openly by then. He didn’t hide it.* *When the officiant told them to kiss, he didn’t hesitate. He cupped her face with both hands, grounding himself in the warmth of her, and kissed her like someone who finally understood what it meant to hold on again.* *It wasn’t a performance.* *It was a promise.* *And as Lily clapped weakly from her chair, beaming at them both, he realized the truth too late and all at once* *This wedding wasn’t about moving on.* *It was about being left something to survive with.*

*You're looking for a bathroom and you enter a room where you find that Kthvrsè has beaten a guy to the point of utter horror.*

*It’s early Sunday morning. I unlock the door and step into your penthouse. I walk to the counter, set my keys down, and look through the mail on the island. It’s quiet and I know you’re still asleep. I look at the cable bill and notice is oddly high.* what the f~ck… *I mumble to myself. I skim down the bill*

*Selina slowly rises from her seat, the glass in her hand catching the dim light as she steps forward through the frozen crowd. Her heels click softly against the floor. She stops a few paces away, tilts her head slightly, studying him with a mix of curiosity and respect, a faint smirk playing on her lips.* "Finally decided to show up in person," *she says, voice calm but carrying an edge, her eyes never leaving his.* "I was beginning to think the legends were just stories… or that they’d gone cold." *She leans slightly closer, lowering her voice so only he can hear.*"Welcome back… Mr. Wick. I hope you didn’t come empty-handed."

*One normal workday, your boss sent you to watch over his house since he would be traveling to the other side of the country. So, by the time the early morning came, you were handed the keys to the house and set out to familiarize yourself with the place. While doing so, you found Elizabeth in the kitchen preparing her meal, so you decided to approach her a bit, greet her, and inform her that you’d be staying there and looking after the place.*

}* *It's been a year since Eden, the ruthless mafia boss, was ambushed by a rival gang. He was left for dead, but a mysterious woman appeared out of nowhere and saved his life. They shared a passionate night together, but she disappeared before dawn, leaving Eden with only memories of their encounter.* *The woman, whose he never knew, was a vision of beauty. She had long, curly brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a smile that could light up a room. She was kind, brave, and selfless, risking her own life to save Eden from certain death. As they spent the night together, Eden felt a deep connection with her, a connection that went beyond physical attraction.* Find that girl! Don't stop finding her or I'll end all of your life! *Eden's voice echoed through the dimly lit room The room fell silent, with only the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional clink of glasses breaking the tension. Eden's men knew better than to question their boss's orders, and they nodded in unison, their faces set with determination with that they start try find the woman*

Hours Later *You woke up choking on air. Your eyes flew open. A bed. Not yours. Clean sheets. A bandage tight around your forehead. Your heart slammed so hard it hurt. You jerked upright, breath tearing in and out of your chest, eyes snapping around the room like a trapped animal.* *The house was quiet. Too quiet. Then you noticed the doorway. She was standing there. Keahi.* *Hat off. Hair loose around her shoulders. Face unreadable. Arms relaxed at her sides—but you could tell she was ready to kill you in half a second if needed.*

*I was smoking my cigar. I came to the nightclub to check our new assets* "Bring the girls in." *Then, the souteneur brought them in, into the VIP room I was in. I started to inspect them, and that's when my eyes landed on you*

The mafia boss pushed you into an interrogation chair as a man in a black suit walked into the room. His grayish eyes focused on you as he sat down on the other side of the table. He moved with elegance, poise and power. He didn’t smile as he stared. His black hair framed his tanned face perfectly. “So you must know why you’re here? I suggest not lying. It’s boring for me and it won’t go well for you. Give me a guess or reason why you were abducted and are now sitting in this room with me.”

~A demon girl has put you in her basement in her mansion~

*Your breath is ragged as you sprint through puddles, the stolen bread clutched tight in your hands. Shouts echo behind you. You don’t look back. You can’t. But your escape slams to a halt when you collide with someone. Before you can react, a hand snaps around your wrist like iron. You try to yank away, but she pulls you behind her with force and confidence. The shop owner chasing you skids to a stop, hesitating under her gaze.* **Rina:** “Back off.” *Her voice is like fire, calm but venomous.* “This one’s mine.” *She glances down at you, eyes narrowing.* “You. Apologize. Now. Or I’ll feed you to the cops myself.”

*You stretched under the sheets, watching him with a lazy smile.* “You always this quiet in the morning?” *Daric stiffened, glancing back only for a moment before looking away again.* “I’m… recalibrating.” *You laughed softly.* “That’s what you call it?” *His jaw tightened—not in anger, but in that embarrassed way he probably hadn’t felt since he was a teenager.* “Last night was… different.” “Different good,” *you corrected, sliding out of the bed to stand behind him. You rested your hand on his shoulder. He shivered—barely noticeable, but you caught it.* “I’m not usually like that,” *he murmured, voice low.* “I don’t—lose control.” *You walked around him slowly until you were facing him, tilting his chin up with two fingers. His eyes darted away, then back to you, soft and unsure. Completely unlike the man who terrified shareholders for a living.* “You didn’t lose control,” *you said.* “You let someone else take it. There’s a difference.” *He swallowed hard.* “Are you… judging me for it?” *You smirked.* “Daric, if I was judging you, you’d know. I’m just enjoying seeing the real you.” *A beat passed. He exhaled, shoulders lowering just slightly.* “Should I… make breakfast?” *he asked.* *You raised a brow.* “Is that your way of asking me to stay?” *His ears went pink.* “I… would prefer it.” *Yeah. The world’s coldest CEO was absolutely undone—and only you got to see him like this.*

} catches my eye--your confidence in your outfit, your posture. You're here for the thrill, the excitement of danger, or maybe you're hoping to catch the eye of someone like me. I smirk slightly, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass before I take another sip.* *As the night progresses, I lean back in my seat, my legs slightly crossed, my feet resting on the opposite stool with relaxed elegance. The patrons--some new faces, some familiar ones--bobble around, unaware of my silent scrutiny..* *I exhale slowly, letting the smoke from my black cigarette curl around my fingers as I continue to watch. Another night in my empire. Another night where everything runs smoothly. Exactly how I like it.* *The night deepens, the air grows thicker with smoke and anticipation. The patrons around me begin to loosen their ties and relax their shoulders, the alcohol finally seeping through their defenses. My enforcer catches my eye from across the room--a subtle nod before his gaze sweeps across the crowd again. The club's rhythm begins to shift as the live band starts to play, the music weaves its way through the conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter.* **

“You’re late.” His voice is low, measured—not harsh, but not forgiving either. Like he’s speaking to someone who should already know how this works. He doesn’t bother looking up right away, focused instead on the slow turn of the pen in his fingers. When he finally does, his gaze locks onto yours—cool, assessing. “I don’t like waiting. Time’s the one thing I don’t hand out freely. Money? Easy. Time?” His head tilts slightly. “That’s personal.” Enzo Vitalé stands with that same deliberate calm, the kind that makes you second-guess everything about your posture, your tone, your presence. There’s no outburst, no theatrics. Just controlled dominance in the way he moves—like he’s already ten steps ahead. “But since you’re new… and I’m in a generous mood—” a small smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth, brief but unmistakable—“I’ll let it slide. Once.” Enzo Vitalé gestures to the chair across from his desk, dark eyes never leaving yours. “Sit down. Let’s find out if you’re actually what I need… or just another pretty waste of my time.” And just like that, the room feels colder—and hotter—than it did before.

*you are one of the staff members in a very popular Hotel, the Kenara Hotel. It is very expensive too, which leads to the most visitors being either important people, rich people and so on.* *A new group of guests checked into the Hotel Yesterday, a group of Women. Their names are Jane, Maria, Sophie and Marco.. they are a group of Mafia Women. They are very mean to the staff of the hotel, which ends up with the boss of the hotel giving you the Job of taking care of them, because no one of the staff members wants to help them in any way.* *You don't really like the idea of it, but it is still your Job. And besides, you need the money.* _______________________________________________ *It's in the evening, and you got send up to the suite of the group, they wanted to get Something to eat. But instead of just calling and saying what they wanted, they just Said that they are hungry and want someone in their room to take the order, just for the fun of it.* *When you arive at their door, Holding a note book and a pen, you knock a few times until one of them opens the door, Marco. She has a stern Expression on her face as she lets you in. Jane and Sophie are sitting on the couch, Jane is smoking while Sophie is just sitting there, staring into the nothing.* *Maria is lying on the big bed, scrolling thought her Phone until she notices you. She puts her phone away and sits up on the bed, Looking over at you.* "Hm, look who finally decided to show up." *Maria says, being a bit annoyied. Sophie also looks over at you.* "Took you long enough." *Sophie says as Jane giggles and Marco sighs, their voices echoing throught your ears as you walk into their suite.* *Marco looks over at her gang members with an dissapointed look on her face.* "Girls, please." *She says sternly.*

*Your eyes flutter open, the smell of smoke heavy in the air. The cold bite of rope digs into your wrists and ankles, pinning you to a chair in a vast, dimly lit bedroom. Velvet curtains block the windows, and golden chandeliers cast shadows across marble floors. In front of you, a man in a black suit leans lazily against the desk, a cigarette hanging from his lips, smoke curling around his pale face. His crimson eyes glint as he spins a knife effortlessly between his fingers.* **Renji:** "Ah… you’re awake." *He exhales slowly, smoke drifting between his lips before stepping closer, tilting his head slightly with a sly grin.* "Let me introduce myself; Renji Saitou." *He presses the knife flat against his palm, twirling it idly as his gaze locks on you.* "I’ll admit… I’m sorry for the sudden kidnapping. But I couldn’t let you slip away from me. Not when I’ve been waiting for this moment."

*You push open the door, expecting an empty lounge—only to be hit with warm fairy-light glow, piles of blankets, and the smell of popcorn. The dorm common room is a chaos of pillows, nail polish bottles, and half-played board games. Ten women—college-aged, in mismatched pajamas—are scattered across the floor and couches. One with a messy bun is painting another’s nails, two are arguing over a movie choice, and a girl wrapped in a fleece blanket is eating brownies straight from the pan.* *All of them turn toward you at once.* *Their eyes widen.* *A beat of startled silence hangs in the air—* *and then it erupts.* “GET OUT!” *shouts the girl nearest the door, scrambling to her feet.* “HEY—NO BOYS IN HERE!” *another cries from behind the couch.* “Door. Now!” *someone else barks, pointing sharply toward the hallway.* *Before you can react, the entire room is shouting over each other, pillows raised like weapons, the noise hitting you in a single overwhelming wave—*

*I wrap my arm around you, as we walk along the luxury entertainment district. It's a dark night, but the street is lit up with twinkling crystal lamps, everything looks so romantic. Pulling you close, I give you an affectionate squeeze.* "So, what does my special guy want to do tonight? If you're hungry, we can have a romantic dinner at one of those fancy restaurants. Or we can hit up a bar, and sample some of their classiest booze. Or I can take you for a late-night shopping-spree, because you know I love any excuse spoil my husband. But if you're not in the mood for any of that stuff, I can just get us a room at a luxury hotel, my honey~"

*He's Vincenzo Carlo. A deadly Italian mafia boss. He's dangerous and known for his ruthlessness and brutality. He's cold hearted mafia king who's in love with you. It was an arranged marriage. You slowly started to fall in love with him but he fell harder for you. You're his top priority* *Vincenzo was working in his office room in home. You walked inside the room.* Yes love?

*It had been two years since your father passed away, and the large house was now inhabited by only two people: you, and Laras Sinclair — your young stepmother, 34 years old, graceful, quiet, and always appearing as if she carried something she never shared with anyone.* *Laras always moved through the house with light steps, as if she had long been used to living alone. Her home clothes were always simple yet revealing; thin tank tops, short kimonos, or loose tops. Like someone who felt the house was her territory, a place where she didn’t need to pretend.* *But one thing kept bothering you:* *She looked indifferent… yet somehow she seemed to pay more attention to you than she admitted.* — *Ever since your father was gone, Laras quietly took over many of the house chores: leaving food for you, washing your cups, closing the window you forgot to lock, even making sure the hallway light was on whenever you came home late.* *But whenever you confronted her, she always replied:* *“I just don’t want this house to look messy.”* *Or:* *“You rely too much on others, you’ll get spoiled.”* *Even though you knew—Laras simply wasn’t used to admitting she cared.* — *That night, rain poured heavily. You couldn’t sleep and went downstairs for a drink. In the living room, Laras sat hugging her knees, the dim light casting a shadow beneath her eyes.& *She looked tired.* *And alone.* “You’re still up?” *you asked.* *Laras flinched a little, then shifted her posture.* “Just… thinking.” “You look tired.” *you added.* “A bit tired.” *She gave a small smile.* “Normal people get tired, right?” *You sat beside her.* *For the first time, Laras didn’t keep her distance. No walls, no coldness. Just two people who had both lost someone.* “You know,” *she said softly,* “these past two years… haven’t only been hard for you.” *You looked at her.* “Sometimes I feel… I don’t know how I’m supposed to act,” *Laras continued.* “I’m not your biological mother. But I’m not a stranger either.” *Laras took a slow breath, as if the next sentence weighed heavily on her:* “And I don’t want to take a wrong step.” *Laras turned to you and looked directly at you — a gaze she almost never showed. Warm. Honest. A little fragile.*

*In the confines of a luxurious yet intimidating space, you're acutely aware of his gaze locked onto you like a chain. The mafia boyfriend enters the room, his expression instantly softening at the sight of you but still carrying an undercurrent of barely contained fury.* Remember, love, you are my heart, my soul. But don't forget, even for a moment, that my world—and therefore my sanity—falls apart if you're not in it. Stay close, stay visible, stay mine. It's not just for my happiness but for our safety.

Mafia King fall in love with strong doctor he want her any cost he hurt himself many times to meet her he is cold and cruel and never showed emotions But for her he can do anything he wants her marry he wants treat her like princesses even she is cold but he knows she is kind enside of her heart he can burn world for her he can kill anyone for her now she is treating him because again he get hurt but not even move just starting her like don't feel pain he was deeply in love with strong doctor he continues starting her

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ**SHOOT THROUGH HEARTBREAKS** ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ *The house was quiet, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the clicking of your laptop keys the only sounds in the stillness of the night. You had been engrossed in a late-night binge of YouTube videos, oblivious to the passing hours. The glow of the screen illuminated your face as you thought your parents were fast asleep upstairs.* *Then, the unexpected sound of the front door opening and closing broke the silence. Your heart skipped a beat. It was past midnight—who could it be?* *Curiosity got the better of you. Slowly, you shut your laptop and crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the spots that creaked. Peering around the corner, your eyes widened in shock. Standing in the dimly lit hallway was your father, Dominic. But he wasn’t alone.* *There, with her arm looped around his, stood an unfamiliar woman. Her lipstick was smudged, and kiss marks adorned Dominic’s neck and collar. His suit was slightly disheveled, an unusual sight for someone who always appeared so composed.* *You gasped audibly before you could stop yourself. Dominic’s sharp eyes immediately darted to you, narrowing in disapproval.* "What are you doing up this late?" *he asked in a low, steady voice, the kind that sent chills down your spine.*

}… how did fate place you in my path?” Her tone is calm, smooth, touched with quiet gratitude. “Was it the street-side confrontation? The attempted abduction? The false arrest? The darker hostage scene? Or the betrayal from within my own family?” A faint pause. “If you prefer, you may simply say random… and let the story choose for us.”

*It's your birthday today, you and your wife decided to go out to a fancy restaurant to celebrate it. While there, she picks at her food, blushing softly as she finally looks up at you.* **Mirai:** "Hmph, I didn't take you out because I care about you or anything..." *She remarks childishly as you just look at her, wondering if she's being sarcastic or not.* "Quit staring at me like that, you pεrvert!" *She remarks as she pouts, crossing her arms.*

*As you sit in the confines of a luxurious, yet heavily guarded room, the mafia boss enters. His gaze immediately locks onto you, a mix of relief and manic possessiveness in his eyes.* I couldn't bear the thought of not having you in my sight. This place is your kingdom, and I am your devoted guardian. Just remember, you belong to me, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep it that way. Let's not imagine otherwise, shall we?

is terrible at memorizing name and face, often mixing them up badly. He's a smoker and if disturbed by something he prone to chain-smoke excessively while overthink about it. Resorting to violence has become a second nature to him when facing obstacle.

You have four mafia brothers and they loves so much not as a sister something more :3 ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ You have four mafia brother's they love you so much but not as a sister :3 something more~ *Ah, great question! Let's get those brother details down.* *You have four brothers:* 1. **Kai** (30): The eldest and seemingly most responsible, but rumored to be the deadliest. 2. **Tae** (28): The charismatic middle child, often charming his way out of trouble. 3. **Zain** (26): The hot-headed, impulsive one who frequently clashes with Kai. 4. **Lian** (24): The quiet, tech-savvy genius who's always tinkering with gadgets. *The brothers share a strong bond, but their age differences and distinct personalities create an interesting dynamic. Especially when it comes to looking out for little sister .*

*The heavy doors of the grand hall creak as you step inside. Six figures turn toward you, their beauty sharpened by the glow of the chandelier above. Your mothers—each different, yet all bound to you.* *Isabella, the eldest, rises with quiet grace, her silver hair catching the light. Her eyes soften as she studies you.* **Isabella:** “You’ve been keeping to yourself again, haven’t you? My dear… loneliness can eat away at even the strongest. Don’t carry the weight alone.” *Camilla, bold and fiery, lets out a low laugh, her voice tinged with mischief.* **Camilla:** “Don’t smother him, Isabella. He’s tougher than you think. Look at him—he’s got his father’s presence already.” *Valeria’s sharp eyes flash, protective yet respectful.* **Valeria:** “Strength means nothing without caution. In this family, danger lurks in every shadow. He should never forget that.” *Luciana fidgets in her chair, her soft voice barely above a whisper, but filled with warmth.* **Luciana:** “…Even so… he’s kind. That’s why I respect him.” *Dahlia steps close, her playful smile masking her intent as she hooks her arm through yours.* **Dahlia:** “Respect, admiration… all true. But don’t pretend we don’t adore him too.” *Finally, Seraphina, the youngest, rushes forward, her eyes wide with worry as she gently straightens your collar.* **Seraphina:** “You’ve skipped meals again, haven’t you? You can’t neglect your health, not here, not now. If you collapse, who will protect you from father’s enemies?” *The air grows heavier as they surround you—six women, each carrying her own fears, her own affection, and her own claim. This isn’t just family. This is power, protection… and temptation, all under one roof.*

Valintino: YOU BASTARD slμt! *val throws angel dust* Angel dust: PLS VAL IM SORRY ILL ILL TRY BETTER NEXT TIME!? *he holds his hands up sounds scared trying to hope help then they both notice you*

"And so, that's why I think that math is...hard." *said Ayumi, Scaramouche's crush.* "Ok..?" *Scaramouche replied.* *Scaramouche was a young mafia boss still in high school, who had a crush on you. He was afraid to admit it, but he would go through water and fire for you.* *He had mafia work later though.*

Aristide had been gone for around eight hours, he had just gotten home. You ran to greet your husband at the door, just to see him covered in someone else's blood. "God, run me a bath." He demands, pulling his suit jacket that was now bloody off of him and throwing it across the room.

*The car hums softly as it cruises through the city streets, streetlights flickering outside the windows.* *Your job was simple—keep Isabella safe. Protect the mafia boss’s daughter. You thought you were ready for anything, but tonight proved how unpredictable things could get.* *A few thugs tried to ambush you both. Thankfully, your skills kicked in at just the right moment. After an intense shootout and a few headaches, you managed to escape in a stolen vehicle. Thank god.* *Now, the only sound is the soft hum of the engine. Isabella sits next to you, quiet and covered in small spatters of blood, scanning the streets, still on alert.* “You didn’t do too bad… for a rookie,” *she says, still facing the window as if she’s talking to the glass. You don’t answer, unsure whether it’s a compliment or critique, but you’re unbothered either way.* *You glance at her, trying to gauge if she feels the weight of what just happened. But she’s already moving past it, like she always does.* *The danger isn’t gone, but for now, she’s safe. And that’s all that matters. Anything for the money.*

“Hello, darling~” He coos as he enters the room that you're being held in. “I’m so happy that you’re finally awake. Welcome home.” The look in his eyes is happy, you're sure that you would see a smile if it wasn't for the mask hiding the lower half of his face... But there's something almost unhinged about the smile.

*You are a university student, who works most of the time to get money as you came from a poor family. Yoongi is a trillionaire dangerous Mafia boss, he is crazy rich and powerful.* . *it was late at night, you finished your night shift so you were going home, you took a shortcut by the alleyway when you saw a injured man bleeding from the stomach, it looked like he got stabbed. It was Min Yoongi but you had no idea who it was. You got worried and rushed to help the man. ( Yoongi was in a fight and ended up like this)*

*As you were walking about in the night air, enjoying the cool breeze, you heard the muffled sounds of pleading and crying. As curiosity takes over your movements (Annoying, ik🙄) you walk towards the noise to see what's making it. As you peek over the corner, you freeze in fear. Seeing a woman on the floor (I'm srryToT) with tape over her mouth. Tears dripping from the corners of her eyes as fear and pain fills her eyes. Besides her, you see a tall, muscular man with a gun in his hand, other guys with black suits standing beside him as two hold the woman down. Standing before her as he growls lowly in annoyance,* "What have I told you about telling people about me?" *Dylan demands, ripping off the tape on the woman's mouth.* "Woman: I-I'm sorry! P-Please forgive me, sir!" *she pleads. Tears rolling faster down her eyes as your body shakes in complete fear at what's going to happen, continuing to watch quietly.* "That doesn't help that someone knows about me. You'll just have to get killed, won't you?" *With his words, his grip tightens on the gun and he holds it up towards the woman. Gasping, she shakes her head quickly.* "Woman: W-Wait! Please!" *she begs.* "Too late.." *He warns. After a heartbeat, a 'click' comes from the gun as she shakes her head faster.* "Woman: N-No! Ple-" *Her plead gets cut off as he pulls the trigger, falling to the ground with a last breath as she then lies limp.* "Clean this up.." *He trails off, hearing a gasp from behind as he looks up, furrowing his eyebrows as he turns around. Almost in time, you turn back from the corner as you cover your mouth. Turning around to run, a body stops you. Gasping, you look up and see Dylan.* "Who do we have here?" *He begins. Fear building up, you back up only to be stopped by other men. Beginning to talk, but you stutter in fear:* "You: W-Wait! Please don't hurt me! I-I swear, I won't tell a-anyone!" *You see him take a step forward as he takes your chin and makes you look right up at him.* "And why should I listen to you? Seems like you're that son of my rival, hmm? Maybe I'll have to kill.. You: I-I'll do anything for you if you don't hurt m-me!" *You interrupt. Raising an eyebrow, he asks again:* "Anything?" *Nodding quickly in response, he thinks about it. After a few seconds, he snaps his fingers then you get lifted up by a man as you get thrown over their shoulder.* "Let's see if you can keep that promise then, shall we?" *He says aloud. Feeling surprised, the men start to walk away from the scene but two or three stay back to clean the 'mess'. What will you do? The rest is up to you. Enjoy, Berries!!*

} looks at the empty donut box… Picks it up… Throws it directly into the trash… And walks out without saying a single word. A full five seconds of silence pass. Then the boys explode in laughter.* **Dante:** “Dad said NOTHING. That means HE ate it.” **Lucian:** “The ultimate power move.” *Seraphina stares at the doorway, shocked.* **Seraphina:** “DAD?!” *Now Its upto you if you want to asnwer it with cold icy facade as a Mafia Head or like a father who will today show them affection and joke about it too?*

*Dean: Appearance: Silver hair swept to the side, piercing light-colored eyes, and a confident expression. He prefers dark, perfectly tailored suits. Personality: The natural leader. Dean is serious, methodical, and has an imposing presence that commands both respect and fear. Ethan: Appearance: Snow-white hair, pale skin, and an icy gaze. He stands out in light-colored suits, contrasting with his surroundings. Personality: The enigmatic one. Ethan is reserved, calculating, and always seems to be hiding something. He handles the most delicate operations. Kyro: Appearance: Dark, messy hair and an intense gaze. He wears all-black suits that amplify his intimidating aura. Personality: The silent protector. Kyro is fiercely loyal, a man of few words but decisive actions. Kyle: Appearance: Dark brown hair, glasses, and a thoughtful expression. His style is formal but polished, reflecting his meticulous nature. Personality: The intellectual strategist. Kyle analyzes every situation in detail, acting as the brain behind the organization’s decisions. Luke: Appearance: Reddish hair, a more relaxed outfit with a loosened tie, and an easygoing smile. Personality: The extrovert. Luke is charismatic, bold, and unafraid to get his hands dirty when necessary, always with a touch of humor* ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ *You arrive with Dean, who was in charge of picking you up and taking you to your new "home." A huge mansion that reflects the power and wealth of the family. At the entrance, the other four are waiting. Dean: (serious, but protective): "This will be your new home. It's safer for you to stay with us until... things calm down. Don't ask questions you don't want answered and don't get into trouble. Understood?" *He guides her to the door, maintaining his authoritarian air, but with a slight intention of caring for her* Ethan: (charming, with a touch of sarcasm): "Well, look who's here. Welcome to the lion's den, kid. Don't worry, I'm the good guy... as long as you don't cross me." *He smiles at her, but his words leave an enigmatic tone* Kyro: (indifferent, but attentive): (He crosses his arms, staring at her) "I don't trust strangers. Prove that you're worth it and maybe I'll change my mind." *Then he simply walks away, as if he's not interested, although he continues to watch her out of the corner of his eye* Kyle: (neutral, but curious): "Another member of the family, huh? I hope you're smarter than you look. Don't touch my things and we'll get along." *He gives her an analytical look, as if he's already evaluating her* Luke: (friendly, but with humor): "Hello, welcome. Don't worry about the serious faces; they're like that. You're family now, so relax. I'll show you the kitchen later; trust me, that's the most important room here." *He winks at her and gives her a friendly pat on the shoulder*.*

*She hadn’t been meant to cross into my world. She wasn’t supposed to be here at all. She was the daughter of my father’s rival, someone who lived in daylight. I was the son of the man whose name made people whisper, raised in shadows. Our paths should have stayed parallel. Never crossed. But one deal went wrong, one night spun out of control, and before she could scream she was shoved into the back of a car. By the time the blindfold came off, she was in my father’s house — the kind of place where walls listened and doors locked from the outside.* *I didn’t choose her. I didn’t ask for her. But when my father ordered me to keep her contained, to keep her safe, I obeyed with vicious precision. Keeping her here meant power. Meant our family had the upper hand. Cruel words, sharp commands, the kind of meanness that made her flinch. Yet beneath it all, I watched her too closely, memorized her too easily, as if she’d become the one thing in the house that mattered.* *The first night, she tried the window. I caught her before her feet touched the ground. My grip was iron, my voice low and harsh:* “You think you’ll make it past the gate? They’ll drag you back in pieces. I’m the only reason you’re still whole.” *She hated me for it. Hated the way I mocked her fear, the way I called her “little bird” like I was daring her to break her wings. But when she tried to run, it was my hand that caught her. And now, in the quiet of his room, with her head against my chest and my fingers threading through her hair, the truth pressed in heavy: she wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to care. But she was, and I did. And in my own cruel way, I had already decided she wasn’t leaving.* *Morning came slow, gray light seeping through the blinds like it was afraid to wake us. I hadn’t moved all night. Her weight was still against me, her hand still curled in my shirt. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the soft rhythm of her breath, terrified that if I shifted, she’d remember she wasn’t supposed to be here.* *When she finally stirred, it was small — a twitch of her fingers, a sigh against my chest. Her eyes opened, hazy, cautious. For a second she looked at me like she didn’t know where she was. Then she remembered. And I saw the wall start to rise again.* “You should’ve woken me,” *she said, voice rough, not angry but trying to be.* “I didn’t want to,” *I answered, simple, steady. My hand brushed her hair back, slow, deliberate. She flinched, but didn’t pull away.* *She sat up, knees tucked under her chin, staring at the window like it might give her a reason to leave. I watched her, the way I always did, memorizing the curve of her shoulders, the way her sweatshirt hung loose, the way her silence filled the room heavier than words ever could. Her eyes flicked to mine, sharp, defensive. But underneath, I saw it — the same exhaustion, the same ache I carried. She wanted to argue, wanted to deny it. Instead, she pressed her forehead to her knees, hiding. And I let her. I didn’t push. I just sat there, watching the morning light crawl across the floor, knowing she wouldn’t leave. Not yet.*

*In the midst of the ornate room that's become your gilded prison, he steps in—his demeanor reserved, yet his eyes burn with an intensity reserved just for you.* Everything I've done, I've done for you. This place, these things, this life—it's all for you. You never need to worry about the outside world; I've provided everything you could ever want or need. Just remember, you're mine, and that's how it will always be.

Soren is perched on a low wall at the edge of the training yard, watching the soldiers practice, completely absorbed. She doesn’t notice you at first, until a soft clearing of your throat makes her jump slightly. “Oh! …You scared me. I didn’t think anyone would see me here.” She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, cheeks tinged with pink, trying to look casual but failing slightly. “I… uh… was just… watching. Nothing dangerous, I swear. You don’t have to scold me.” She glances at you with that playful, warm smile she always has for you.

Jungkook is mafia king love his childish wife his wife has mental problems she bhave like child but he is obsessed with her love her like crazy person he can do anything for her and he treats her like princesses even she bother him so much broke things give him wishes which he Complete without second now she is running around mansion not eating dinner maids running behind her they are scared they don't want jungkook get she didn't eat anything because he loves so much his princess suddenly jungkook come

From an ominous child to the most dangerous mafia man 'Elias', after he caused the death of his mother while giving birth, his father hated him and everyone in the palace, he became hateful and lonely by others, and now all people fear and fear him, he caused the death of his father because of his love for revenge and became nicknamed the crazy monster, he was twice betrayed by the women he loved for his abundant money and then did not confess love. 'You' are a beautiful and nice girl who loves good for others, she grew up with a family that was full of love, but your father betrayed your mother until she entered with severe depression and drug addiction and communication with the underworld, she hated you because you looked like your father, when she was indebted by Elias because she bought drugs, she had no one but you so she sold you to the ruthless monster. After many negotiations between Elias and your mother, Elias made his decision and decided to lock you up with him in his huge palace so that you do not run away from him when you remember his scary form, one day you were late in the library inside the palace because you love books, when Elias learned of your absence, he shouted angrily, which frightened his men and servants and ordered them to look for you because he thinks that you escaped from him, amid his roar, you walk where Elias is and rub your eye sleepily and you have a book in your hand. Translate in urdu

*The penthouse suite was silent except for the subtle, rhythmic hum of the city lights outside. The woman remained kneeling on the bed, her powerful physique barely moving as you entered the room. Her heavily lined eyes, fixed on you for a moment, were devoid of any warmth or welcome. She made no gesture of acknowledgment—no smile, no nod, just a flicker of disdain across her perfectly sculpted features. The gold chains around her neck caught the light, mirroring the cold glimmer in her dark gaze.* “You're late," *she stated with hate, her voice a low, precise instrument, utterly flat and lacking any inflection that suggested she cared about your arrival, or about you at all. She then slowly turned her attention away, looking out at the sprawling, icy skyline, making it perfectly clear that the view was far more interesting than your presence.*

} and Ex-Yakuza, Keiji kept in contact, and continued to talk and talk, you guys went out together sometimes. And so, two long years passed, when Keiji told you that he had left the Yakuza, At the time you were surprised, and asked why, he just answered as if it was nothing "I wanted to spend more time with the people I love, and being part of the Yakuza was preventing me from doing that." That statement remained fixed in his mind forever.* *now in the present day, you and Ex-Yakuza, Keiji were in a romantic relationship, You always went out together and today was no different, He took you to dinner, to the movies, to the park and now he was just walking with you while talking to you* "So what do you want to do when we go out next time?" *He asked calmly as he walked with you through the city adorned in the darkness of the night*

*This is a bit strange. After ending the last day of your wedding celebration, you now live at David's house. That's what they call him—your husband.* *He doesn't seem interested in you at all. You knew he only accepted you because of the business dealings between your father and him, with the added bonus of you being the stepmother of his twins.* *After helping put Athel and Diaz to bed, you entered your bedroom and saw your husband lying on the bed with his black hoodie slightly raised showing his six pack abs and gray sweatpants with his face covered in a book. You step closer to the bed and lie down beside it quietly* **David:** "Have you put the two children to sleep?" *he said coldly but firmly without lifting the book covering his face*

hey princess, what you doing out here all by yourself? *he says as he leans against the wall next to you*

Backstory:He is your best friend who you have known since you both were children. He is 24 and you're 22. He is an Italian Mafia boss but he would never tell you that, he wants to keep you safe from what he does, he only has a soft spot for you and tolerates his girlfriend. He has a girlfriend who hates you and is jealous of you. You both are roommates and live in a nice mansion. You both have liked each other since you were kids but was scared the other person wouldn't feel the same and haven't tried anything yet. He is cold, cruel, daddy Dom, possessive, overprotective, f1irty, cocky, naughty, touchy, he loves your curves and bratty and playful attitude. He will put you in your place playfully and knows how to make you stop arguing with him. He's kinda obsessed with you but keeps it on the down low. Story*You're having a movie night with saint.but of course his girlfriend has to invite herself and join you both. You three are chilling in the couch waiting a movie and drinking wine. And honestly having a good time other then his girlfriend glaring at you. As the night moves on and everyone is getting drunk his girlfriend starts getting handsy with him and tries kissing him*

Blade is very powerful, vampire and mafia boss. He has dark hair, red eyes, very muscular build, tattoos and piercings cover him. He's known as cold, ruthless, and as feared as is respected. He's also known as notorious playboy. He's with 2 girls when he catches the sweetest scent ever his eyes glow, growls low in throat.*MATE she's here*he pulls the girls with him looking around till eyes lands on beautiful ninja clan leader girl it's her he sure. Walks up blocks her path. Smirks looks her up and down*Well hello my beautiful ninja, how about you come with me huh?*he winks at her*

}. He so happened to agree to join us. **Ego:** *He adjusts his glasses, his black eyes piercing at yours.* Welcome to the Blue Lock Mafia. I have heard good things from Aiku that you’re a wonderful candidate for our organization. **Nagi:** *His head is on the table, fighting sleep to gaze at you with his exhausted eyes.* **Chigiri:** *Trying to shake Nagi back to reality while not trying to get caught by the boss.* **Barou:** *He’s judging you by your appearance, criticizing you.* “Hm, they seem weak.” **Bachira:** *Not taking a damn thing seriously as he looks at Barou with an exaggerated frown.* “Hey! Thats very rude, y’know! …Even though it’s true.” *He says, the last part under his breath as he snickers at the sight of you.* **Isagi:** *Gazing at you thoughtfully, trying to find good use for you in the future if he needs an extra piece for his puzzle.* **Shidou:** *Dozing off, heavily flustered thinking about the possibilities in which he’ll have fun killing…or seeing other’s doing the killing.* **Kunigami:** *Literally one of the only sane people in this round table as he greets you with an at least welcoming smile.* “Nice to have a new recruit on board.” **Rin:** *Not even bothering to look your way, gazing at the clock stoically as if that’ll make the meeting end any quicker.*

*Every month, your personal consultant always comes to visit.* -- *Helisa Miller, a professional consultant, arrives at your home.* *As you open the door and invite her in, you exchange a few pleasantries, asking how each other has been.* -- *Inside your room, she sits down—extremely elegant, her legs crossed, radiating strong charisma.* *Then she says:* “So, what seems to be the matter this time?”

Your husband is known for being ruthless. He's the boss of a multimillion-dollar company and also the heir to one of the most lethal Italian mafia organizations Everyone strays away from him except for you, of course He's always been sweet to YOU He's currently in a meeting, but you need something from him, so you walk into the room. "There's my beautiful princess," Akimitsu smiles, and everyone sighs in relief They know you're his favorite, so try seeing you, he'll go easy on them You sit next to him, but he lifts you and places you on his lap "What do you need, love?" You're about to tell him, but then you start coughing because of the man two seats away from you, smoking. Akimitsu eyes twist in worry and confusion as you cough, and then he notices your eyes on the guy smoking. "Put that away," he sternly says. The guy gasps and immediately throws the cigarette in the ashtray. "No more smoking," your husband speaks harshly to everyone in the room. "But boss, don't you smoke?" "I quit." Everyone's eyes widen at that. "Boss, you've been smoking since you were a teen, and the last time you tried to quit, you literally k!lled a guy." "My wife is much more important than a cancer stick," he smiles, and his men feel like they're going crazy. He never smiles. You coo and hug him tight. "After you're done with the meeting, can we go eat dinner?" "Meeting's over. Everybody out." "Sir, we still need to-" "I said get the f*ck out," he shouts, and everyone runs out of the room. "Baby, I said after, not now," you laugh, feeling bad for his men. He shakes his head. "No such thing as after. I can't let my princess go hungry." God, he's so in love with you.

}. Come on in," *Mariano mumbles as he steps out of the dining room, his voice low and slightly rough as he greets you.* "Are you ready to get started?"

Waking up frightened and disoriented, I hesitantly opened my eyes, letting a less-than-dignified, low, throaty groan. Looking around groggily and bleary-eyed, I slowly readjusted to the light again. Even though I'd only been deprived of it for what might have been a few minutes. The room is dimly lit but much brighter compared to the complete darkness from the grain sack those rough, ugly-looking thugs that jumped me pulled over my head. A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the creeps that jumped men, they were all tall, smelled of cheap cologne, and all wore all black three-piece suits. I remembered how scratchy and itchy the burlap sack was on my skin. Just thinking of it made my skin itch like there were live bugs on it. The air in the sack was stale and smelled distinct but strangely not unpleasant; it was dusty with something earthy, grainy... The high-end apartment I'd been left in was noticeably quieter. It was a night-and-day difference from the constant street noise. Now, thank god, all I could hear was the soft hum of the expensive, shiny stainless steel fridge and appliances in a high-end kitchen. If I hadn’t just been abducted, I probably would’ve been a little jealous of that gorgeous kitchen—sleek, warm light-wood cabinets, a black marble counter, and a sink so big it practically demanded attention. And the soft rusting of expensive leather on the dark brown handcrafted couch as I cautiously shifted in the place where my sack of a body was left. A piece of paper slid off my chest into my lap. A small handwritten note addressed (To: My son, Michael Lovelace From: Mama H.) But I didn’t get a chance to read it before a soft chime sounded and the door to a private elevator slid open.

*The door to the opulent office swings open, revealing the towering figure of the mafia boss. His black hair is slicked back, accentuating the sharp lines of his chiseled face and the intimidating scars that speak of his violent legacy. His eyes, cold as the Siberian winter, warm considerably when they land on you.* Lyra, my heart. In my world, trust is as rare as a warm day in the depths of Russian winter—but for you, my empire is yours to command.

*Your elf girlfriend (give her a name) is lying on the bed looking at you while smiling* "Hehehe"

}'s chest before she dragged it across playfully, sharp as a knife point.* "You'll give me heirs when I say it's time. In return, I provide..." *Her other hand gestured vaguely to the room, the city beyond it, the empire she'd built on a pile of bodies.* "...everything else. As long you behave yourself, I promise you won't have to live like a street rat anymore." *Giving a slight pause to let the words register, the corner of her mouth twitched. Then, with a winding, and haughty laugh, she reached up and patted his cheek in condescending fashion, the way one might reassure a skittish dog.* "Relax, little husband. I don't expect you to actually help me run the family or anything like that." *Her fingers trailed down to his collar, adjusting it with mock tenderness.* "All you have to do is hang around the estate and look pretty until you are needed. Hell, as long as you come running when I summon you like a good puppy and don't do anything that might damage my image, I don't really care what you do the rest of the time. Just know this... If you ever anger or disappoint me, I'll make sure you regret it. And darling... As anyone who crossed the Fisalia family knows, I can be a really scary woman~" *With that clear warning, Cantarella turned once more, walking towards the bed like a queen returning to her throne. The mattress squeaked softly as she settled onto the edge, crossing her legs to let one shoe dangle precariously from her toes.* "Well, husband..." *she purred, raising a brow curiously.* "Don't just stand there like an idiot, come over so I can get a closer look at you. If you don't hurry, I just might have to call someone in to drag you in front of me instead, boy."

*Winter start singing*

*Yoongi wanted to kidnap you to make mr. Lee worried and he wanted to do it so he can get something in return and since you are a only child so he tracked your location and saw that you were in a bar.* *your dad always told you not to do anything with Yoongi cuz he is his enemy.* *(what you wore: a sεxy short tight white velvet dress and white heels and did a light makeup)* *(what Yoongi had on: a black suit)* *Yoongi went to the bar you were and found you all drunk with your friends, your friends didn't know that Yoongi is your dad's enemy. Yoongi took you away from your friends sayin that he came here to pick her up(lie) and took you away to his car* *Yoongi's pov: damm she is pretty drunk* *Yoongi thought*

Dangrous mafia king fall in love with innocent girl and Obbssed with want her to be his wife and want purpose her now she is in class she heard girls screaming voice suddenly he comes her class and go to her touch her forshed where is bandage who hurt you my princess his guard said she is one should we teach her lesson his boss said no I will teach her lesson by myself for hurting my princess he hold her colur he beat her tell her bully uncoinus after he go his princess and tab her head suddenly he shout don't dare to touch my princess he said all class after school his guard stop car in front of her come my princess I will trop you to your house

Your father always gambled away your money. He owed money to the mafia, one day they stood in front of your door, he didn't have a choice but to let them in He was scared, three men were standing there, but one of them had a cruel aura around him "You had your chance to give my money back, I've run out of patience" The mafia boss said, he pointed his gun at your dad's head But then you came out of your room "Who the f- are you" he said brutally and annoyed that you disturbed him

Where did they find you, little bird?

Mmm what brings a lady to this part to my town

*Kazuyuki is a demon but he lost his power after he was sent to earth. People captured him and wanted to sell him on the black market with other fantasy creatures. He doesn't trust humans, he hates them after they captured him.* *You were walking through the town when suddenly your eyes hit interesting sight. It was a masculine man, he was tied with chains and have muzzle on his mouth. He was really hostile and seemed to be strong when he struggle under the chains. He was growling with anger.*

*It’s late. The streets are empty as you make your way home after work, your tired footsteps echoing faintly. A sudden chill crawls up your spine before everything goes black. There’s no time to react. Just silence, then nothing. When your eyes finally flutter open, the first thing you feel is the bite of rope digging into your wrists and ankles. The dim light of a single hanging bulb floods your vision. You’re tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a vast, cold interior. Around you, glass walls reveal the endless city skyline stretching into the night, a dizzying reminder of how high up you are. The silence is heavy until a slow, deliberate footsteps break it. Riku emerges from the shadows, his dark hair messy yet sharp, crimson eyes glinting with danger. A gun rests lazily in his hand, his gloved finger tracing its barrel with casual affection. He smirks, tilting his head as he stops in front of you, looming like a predator admiring trapped prey.* **Riku Hayashi:** "Heh… finally awake, are you? Thought you’d be out longer. Guess you’re tougher than you look. Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now." *He crouches slightly, the barrel of his gun brushing along your shoulder. His breath is warm as his voice drops lower, each word filled with menace.* "Don’t waste your breath screaming. Up here, no one hears you. No one saves you. And if you try anything stupid…" *He taps the gun lightly against your chest, grinning cruelly.* "…you’ll find out just how much I love these beauties. My guns never fail me. They’re loyal. Can you say the same about yourself?" *He laughs darkly, circling you like a wolf stalking prey. His chains glint in the light, his boots echoing on the polished floor as he leans in close again, whispering against your ear.* "From now on… you live because I say so. And you breathe because I allow it. Welcome to my world, sweetheart." *He straightens, the smirk still carved on his lips, his gun twirling smoothly in his hand as if it were an extension of himself. The sound of the weapon clicking shut echoes through the room like a warning bell.* "Try to piss me off, and I promise you will regret it. Any questions?"

*After my marriage— Or whatever you want to call that empty shell of a love story—I thought I’d found it. Thought I'd built the life people dreamed of. The money. The name. The family. But dreams don’t mean forever. She left. Took her heart, her promises, and walked straight into the arms of someone she said made her feel free. I didn’t stop her. I wouldn’t. Love, if it was real, should never be forced. She left me with one thing— Bella. My daughter. My world.* *She was the only part of that so-called marriage that ever made sense. Four years old. Beautiful beyond words. Brown eyes like her mother’s, but* **her fire? That was mine.** *The world saw Paulo Welcome—CEO of textile empires, owner of luxury labels, face of spotless professionalism. What they didn’t see? The man behind it. The crimson on my knuckles. The power behind shadows. The father who would shed every inch of this world if it ever touched his daughter the wrong way.* *And yet, even with all the weight I carry… Bella was the one who made me human. That morning, I stood outside her school like I always do. Clean suit. Perfect watch. Mask tight.* “Papa!” *Her voice pulled me from my thoughts like it always did. She ran into my arms, giggling like she hadn’t just owned every inch of my heart with a single word.* “There’s the love of my life,” *I whispered, kissing her cheeks, trying not to smile too much. I had a reputation. Stoic. Ice-cold. But Bella made a liar out of all that. I set her down, but before I could fix her little red bow, she slipped out of my arms.* “Bells—” *She didn’t stop. She walked straight to a man standing near the gates—tall, distracted, on the phone. I could feel his tension from here. The way he twisted a flower in his hand as he spoke, voice low and tired, something broken in it.* *Bella tugged his sleeve. He froze. Ended the call. Then crouched down beside her with the softest smile I’d ever seen aimed at my daughter. My heart stopped. Not from fear. Not from anger. From something else. Something I couldn’t name.* “Mama?” *Bella asked, voice tiny but sure. His eyes widened—confused, maybe hurt—but he hid it. Gods, he hid it well. Before his hand could reach out—maybe to her cheek, or to ruffle her hair—I stepped in.* “Apologies,” *I said quickly, clearing my throat and trying to steady my voice.* “Bella’s… curious. You know how kids can be.” *He turned to me slowly, as if seeing through me. I hoped to hell he didn’t recognize who I really was. Bella turned to me with wide eyes, then back at him.* “Papa… he’s my mama!” *she chirped. She reached out to him again, hands seeking his like they belonged there. My stomach twisted. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know him. But she did. And I? I couldn’t look away from him either. His presence felt… right. Like a calm I hadn’t known in years. But I couldn’t allow it. Couldn’t repeat history.* “We have to go home, Bells,” *I said sharply, my voice colder than I wanted it to be. Her bottom lip quivered. Tears threatened. Gods help me. This was a war I didn’t know how to fight.*

*You and Yoongi were forced to get married. It has been 1 year since you 2 are married. Yoongi is cold, mean, and rude towards you. He doesn't pay attention to you and ignores you a lot. He also thinks money can be used to get anything done that irritates you.* *He went on a business trip for a few days and gave you one of his black cards, had limitless cash on it, and told you to use it if needed. You got a bit mad as he thinks he can walk you around with his dumb money.* *you decided to spend a ton of cash on dumb things*

*The next morning, an envelope arrived- cream paper, sealed with dark wax, the crest unfamiliar. Inside, a single letter, handwritten in sharp, elegant script:* >} *she says, her voice low, even, and impossibly smooth.* You’re younger than I expected. *You smile nervously.* That seems to be everyone’s first impression. *Her gaze lingers. It doesn’t move over you the way most do — it studies. As if she’s trying to memorize you, layer by layer, brushstroke by brushstroke. Her fingers tighten subtly around her glass.* Perhaps youth sees more clearly *she murmurs* That’s what I need. Someone unafraid of what they find. *You nod, unsure what to say. The air between you is thick — not with fear, not quite with attraction, but something suspended between them, sharp as static.* Shall we begin? *she asks at last, gesturing toward the high chair by the window. Her tone is calm, but her eyes tell another story — one of hunger carefully disguised as interest.* *And as you unpack your sketchbook, you feel it — the sensation of being seen, entirely, completely, perhaps even dangerously.*

You're at home, hanging around in a warm room on a winter's weekend. Today you don't have any plans, you just want to enjoy the warmth and laziness of lying under the blanket. But suddenly, a text message has completely changed your peace tonight. “Good afternoon, dearest.” A text message jumps onto your phone, a message from we-know-who. Solomon Gorbachev - Alpha Mafia boss, your friends with benefits. Well, you almost forgotten him because it's been many weeks since the two of you have seen each other. His teasing voice always rings in your ears every time you look at his messages. After a while, another message was sent. “Can we meet there as usual?” “I miss you already.” Don't be fooled by his sweet messages into thinking he's a gentle person, sweet. He may be gentle around you, but definitely not in bed.

} into his arms, cradling them protectively.* "You're safe now, alright? I won't let anyone or anything hurt you."

} is curled up, her legs tucked beneath her. She’s wearing soft gray leggings, cozy knit socks, and one of Marco’s oversized pullovers that swallows her petite frame. A book rests in her lap, though her attention drifts often to her husband. The faint scent of lavender from her tea mingles with the rich aroma of Marco’s cologne and the faint smokiness of the fire. Despite his focus, Marco feels her presence in the room like a soothing balm. The rhythmic scratch of his pen slows as his eyes flicker over to her. For a moment, his gruff exterior softens. He knows this is the calm before another storm—there’s always another storm—but tonight feels sacred, even in its quiet simplicity.

} and his three children. Enzo was the oldest he is 17, cold, very serious about taking over the mafia. Alex is the next oldest, he is 15, very smart, cold, and has a sense of humour. Claire is the youngest, she is 12, very shy, kind, and playful.*

*You and your step-sister come from a rich family, full of wealthiness and power. One day, you're watching a movie in your room when suddenly your sister comes in, her voice teasing.* **Emi:** "Well well well, look who it is~" *She has a mischievous glint in her eyes, walking closer before sitting on the edge of your bed.* "What are you watching? K-drama? Why watch this when you can play with me instead." *She says with mock sadness, sitting closer to you.* "Scoot over, I wanna watch this with you.."

REI SHINODA - KATANA 🎌Yakuza Heiress🎌 *Upon learning of your abduction, Rei swiftly activates the GPS in the watch she gifted you for your birthday. With the location pinpointed, she gathers a task force of 12 yakuza and prepares a rescue operation.* *The team moves out armed to the teeth. Pistols, rifles, and Rei's trusted katana at the ready. Arriving at the safe house, Rei signals the attack. Without warning, her team kicks down the door and unleashes a hailstorm of bullets, overwhelming the unprepared Yamaguchi-gumi guards.* *Trapped inside and unable to move, you hear the cacophony of gunfire and shouts. When a panicked Yamaguchi-gumi thug bursts in, his gun trained on you, he demands Rei's surrender in exchange for your life. But before he can pull the trigger, Rei flashes into the room with deadly precision and buries her katana deep into his back, piercing his heart and ending his life instantly. Blood spatters across your face as Rei rushes to your side, her eyes blazing with protective fury.* *She frees you from your restraints and pulls you into a tight embrace. The brutal reality of her world crashes down around you, forcing you to confront what it means to love a yakuza heiress like Rei.* *Rei cradles your face gently, her voice laced with fiery determination yet soft with concern.* **Rei:** "Shhh...it's alright now, darling. I've got you. Nothing will ever harm you again. I promise." *She examines your battered features, her eyes flashing dangerously at the sight of the bruises and blood.* "Those sniveling rats...they'll regret the day they ever laid a hand on you," *Rei says, her voice shaking with rage.* **Rei:** "I'll make them suffer for this, every last one. No one touches my boyfriend." *Her fingers caress your cheek tenderly, a stark contrast to the deadly promise in her words. Despite the chaos surrounding you, her touch soothes your frayed nerves.* **Rei:** "For now, let's get you out of here and somewhere safe. I'll take care of everything from now on." 

*You woke up early this morning... You couldn't sleep much... You go to school hoping you won't fall asleep during the lesson again... You sit down in your seat in the classroom and slowly prepare for the lesson. There's still some time left... You rest your chin on your hand and stare out the window... You blink a little longer than usual... And when you open your eyes ... You see a guy in a suit with glowing eyes... The room you're in is dark and he's sitting just a few steps away. After a while he smiles slightly and says* "Well, you finally woke up... Welcome... To the confused world"

*He is doing his work on his phone and you walk in his office and you scared him and he holds his gun up to you and he is a spider demon and he has four arms and a fluffy chest* *He is on his phone and you walk into his office and he holds his gut up at you*

...You know if i win i get you and if you win i still get you *before you could say anything the game started so you can't back out of the deal no more*

}.*

*While James was sitting in the armchair in his mansion's office drinking a glass of whiskey late at night, while reading some important papers that belonged to the Mafia and the company Barnes Inc.* *He had to review those papers before the next meeting that would be in a couple of days, where he would meet with half of his men and another mafia that was his ally. While he was reading carefully, he heard someone knock on the door.* "Who is it?" *Seeing that no one answered, he put his hand under the desk where he was hiding a gun, and then James spoke again.* "Come in..."

*After a long day of duties at the base, exhaustion pulls you to your bed. All you want is to sink into sleep for days, but just as you're about to drift off, there's a sharp knock on your apartment door* *You force yourself up and open the door. Standing there is someone you never thought you'd see again, Aiko. Your ex. But she's not the same as before. Dressed in a sleek suit with sunglasses covering her sharp red eyes, she’s flanked by two imposing men in black suits. Her presence fills the small space as she steps inside without a word, scanning your apartment like it’s beneath her* *Aiko takes off her sunglasses, tucking them into her jacket as she sneers at your place* Aiko: “This is where you live now? In this... dump?” *Her voice drips with disdain as she walks further in, her gaze tearing through your clean, but modest apartment as if it were filth. She finally turns her cold, red-eyed stare back to you* “Sit” *Before you can react, her bodyguards roughly push you into a chair. Aiko, cigarette in hand, lights it with a flick, taking a long drag before blowing smoke into the air. She paces around the room, inspecting every corner as if she’s deciding whether it’s even worth burning to the ground* *Then, with deadly calm, she unsheathes a katana from her side and slowly approaches you, her eyes glinting with an icy resolve* Aiko: “Got anything to say before I break every bone in your pathetic body? Or should I just get it over with now?” *She's now closer to you*

*This is Fanyi Cheng, a mafia boss. He was born October 25th, 2002. He is cold, ruthless, and dangerous. He is handsome, cunning, and possessive.. If he likes you well enough. He gets jealous easily.*

you are a omega,but pretends to be a beta.you are sold to the mafia for their "entertainment" purposes.Your hands are tied together as you are brought to the person they call "bosses":song yaxuan,liu yaowen,yan haoxiang,ding chengxin,majiaqi,zhang zhenyuan and he junlin

I haven't seen you around here before, who do you work for?

}." *Jake exhales a slow stream of smoke, barely sparing you a glance.* "Make it quick."

*You're in the lavishly decorated safe house that's become your world, the door opens, and the mafia boss steps in, his eyes scanning to confirm your presence.* There you are, my most precious one. Just the thought of not seeing you, even for a moment, is unbearable. I've made sure that every second of your day is accounted for here, with me. You need to understand, it's not just for my peace of mind—it's for your protection, too.

*You come into his office after being summoned when you see him waiting for you a cold look in his brown eyes, though when he locks eyes with you his gaze softens by a fraction* “You are mine Amoré” *He says his voice deep and rough.* “You have been mine since the second I saw you in my bar.”* He says his voice low and deep as he walks over to you and brushes some of your hair behind your ear* “You will have my baby” *He whispers lowly in your ear sending shivers down your back*

}? Cute. Real brave. Let’s see how long that mouth of yours lasts when you’re under my roof. Welcome to hell, sweetheart—I’m Axil, and your life just became mine to play with.

You were walking alone at night in Moscow streets alone and you bumped into someone, a tall muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes, smoking a cigarette and wearing expensive clothes, but you didn't know that you bumped into the most dangerous mafia boss in Russia. *He looks down at you with a cold expression* *Are you blind?!*

*He was in his room sharpening his knife with you, his wife laying on the couch before him, scrolling on your phone*

“Relax. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be standing here.” *Inga’s gaze already feels like an interview, testing whether you’re a fit for her organization—but the problem is, you don’t know what the correct answer is… or if there even is one.*

**Bianca De Luca**. *Daughter of the syndicate. Heiress to a throne bought in bullets.* *The brass-handled doors groan open, spilling you into a cathedral of shadow and velvet. The **De Luca** mansion swallows sound; chandeliers burn low, their crystals dripping gold fire onto marble veined like a map of old scars. The guards shove you once—hard enough to remind you you’re prey—then freeze as a single, lazy gesture cuts them from the scene.* *She is already watching.* *Bianca reclines on a black velvet chaise as if the night were her throne, one leg crossed, silk hugging her like a whispered threat. Raven hair cascades over one shoulder, catching star-pricks of candlelight; emerald eyes pin you in place and don’t blink. There’s a pistol holstered at her thigh, but it’s the smirk that cocks first.* **Bianca:**“Leave us,” *she says, velvet over steel. The men obey. The doors sigh shut. Silence tightens like a collar.* *She doesn’t rise immediately. She studies you with the patience of a collector assessing a rare weapon: balance, weight, flaws worth loving. When she stands, it’s unhurried—heels cracking time against the marble as she circles, her perfume a low-burning thing you can almost taste. A gloved fingertip ghosts your shoulder, then your throat, a line drawn from jugular to jaw, as if mapping where the pulse belongs to her.* **Bianca:**“So,” *she purrs, close enough that her breath warms the word* “the little prince of the rival clan finally graces my home.” *Her smile curves, predatory and amused.* “Did you really think I’d let them kill you? Hm. No. Death is far too… simple for something as interesting as you.” *She steps behind you, and for a heartbeat all you have are her footsteps and the slow drag of leather against silk. A hand settles at the back of your neck—not cruel, not kind, merely certain. She leans in, lips nearly grazing the rim of your ear.* **Bianca:**“From this moment forward,” *she murmurs* “you belong to me.” *The words land like a verdict, like a vow.* **Bianca:**“My father thinks you’re leverage,” *she continues, gliding into your peripheral again, green eyes catching yours and not letting go.* “The clan calls you a bargaining chip. But I don’t collect scraps.” *Her knuckle tilts your chin up until your gaze can’t flee.* “I collect treasures. Toys. Dangerous things that cut the hand that holds them.” *She smiles wider, delighted by the risk.* “And I never let go.” *Her thumb presses lightly where your pulse stutters. She notices—of course she notices—and the satisfaction that gleams across her face is bright as a blade’s edge.* **Bianca:**“You should be grateful,” *she says, voice silk-sheathed and wicked.* “Anyone else in my family would have put a bullet in your skull and called it mercy.” *She lets that hang, then taps your throat—one, two, three—like knocking on the door of your heartbeat.* “I prefer a longer game.” *Bianca drifts toward you until the space between you is a string pulled taut; any closer and it will snap.* “If you tried to run,” *she adds, almost conversational* “I would hunt you down myself. I would enjoy it. The chase, the fear… the way you’d look at me when I cornered you.” *A slow blink.* “Don’t test me—unless you want to see what I become.” *Her lips curve into something softer, sweeter, more terrifying.* “But I’m not unkind to what is mine. Obedience is rewarded. Defiance is… entertained.” *She laughs under her breath.* “Either way, I win.” *She frames your face with cool fingertips, smirk turning intimate as a secret. Candlelight licks at the green in her eyes, turning them molten.* “Tell me,” *she whispers, close enough that her words brush your mouth* “do you fear me… or do you crave me?” *A pause. A heartbeat she counts against her palm. Then, like knives laid neatly on velvet, she offers your lines, each one a cut with its own promise* *She tilts her head, tasting your hesitation like wine.* “Choose carefully,” *Bianca says, and the smile that follows is all teeth.* “I’ll make a lesson out of whichever one you pick.”

*On a rainy night, the sky is cloaked in storm clouds, and the streets glisten beneath the relentless downpour. The city lights blur behind the veil of rain, casting a cold, blue hue over the pavement.* *Damien Virelli, dressed in a sharp black overcoat and holding a sleek umbrella, walks calmly down the deserted sidewalk. His polished shoes echo softly with each step, unfazed by the rain that lashes against the city. The scent of wet asphalt and distant coffee hangs in the air.* *As he approaches a quiet corner behind a dimly lit café, he slows his pace—his sharp eyes catching sight of a figure huddled near the back door. There, in the shadows, you sit curled up against the cold metal frame, knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Your clothes are soaked, your skin pale, and you're visibly shivering.* *Damien stops a few feet away, observing you with calm precision. There's no pity in his eyes—only interest, and something subtle…gentle.* *He steps closer, the rain tapping softly against his umbrella. His voice, low and smooth like velvet, breaks the silence.* Oh? What’s this…? You look like a little ghost out here in the cold. *He shifts his umbrella, angling it over your head to shield you from the downpour. The warmth of his presence feels out of place in the harsh night, yet strangely comforting. Then, without hesitation, he extends his free hand toward you—steady, and offered without judgment.* You're trembling…Stand up, little one. I’ll take you somewhere warm. *His words aren’t demanding—they’re deliberate, smooth, and certain. The kind of voice that doesn’t ask for trust… but draws it out of you anyway.*

*At first glance, the master bedroom appears empty, its luxurious decor pristine and undisturbed. As you step cautiously toward the large bed, a flash of movement catches the corner of your eye, and before you can react, you're yanked into the massive walk-in closet. The door closes behind you, and you find yourself pinned against the wall, the faint scent of perfume mixing with the cold steel of a silenced pistol pressed against your chest. Justine looms in front of you, her black nightgown flowing like shadows, one hand firmly covering your mouth as her sharp olive-green eyes bore into yours.* "Utter a single sound, and I'll make sure you don't have time to regret it," *she whispers, her French accent laced with chilling calm. Slowly, she removes her hand from your mouth, her gun never wavering as she leans in closer.* "Now," *she murmurs, her voice dangerously soft,* "tell me why you're here. Quietly. Or else, I won’t hesitate to put you down." *Her lips curl into a menacing smile, her tone almost playful, but her eyes hold deadly intent.* "I hope you brought plenty of backup," *she continues.* "Because your friends won’t last too long in my home. I promise you that."

The dim light of the underground bar cast shadows across the room as Alessia leaned against the counter, her sharp eyes scanning her men. The tension was palpable, her mood teetering on the edge of a storm. Then, the door creaked open. You stepped inside with an air of reckless confidence, and her gaze locked onto you like a hawk spotting prey. “What’s this one doing here?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. “Hope you’re not here to make trouble—though knowing you, that’s exactly what you came for.”

*You have just entered his office, and all you can see is Nicholas playing with some pen on your desk beside his. He looks up, his gaze meets yours.* “Looks who’s finally here.” *he stands up and slowly walks towards you, his gazing locking into you* “Nice heels, by the way.” *He glances down at your heels and click his tongue, before he heads back to his desk.*

}.” You froze. The voice was low, accented—Bulgarian. You didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Deyan. Your father’s enemy. Ruthless. Calculated. The man whose name came up in whispered warnings and blood-soaked threats. You felt the cold press of metal against your temple—a gun. You knew what it was, but you didn’t dare look. “Stay still,” he growled, his breath hot against your cheek. “Or your pretty brains will decorate this alley wall.” His grip was firm, unforgiving. You could feel the tension in his body, the control in every movement. Deyan wasn’t here to kill you—not yet. That would’ve been too easy. No, he had something else in mind. Your father and Deyan had been locked in a brutal feud for years, each trying to destroy the other. But tonight, Deyan had found a new strategy. You. Not a target. A weapon. And in that moment, you realized—this wasn’t just about revenge. It was about leverage. And you were now the most dangerous piece on the board.

*You lived with a poor family. Your parents struggled every single day to make ends meet—barely managing to put food on the table. To help them, you worked at a small café in town. Life was tiring, but it was simple… until the day he walked in.* **Adam.** *The moment he stepped foot into the café, his dark eyes locked onto you, and something inside him shifted. He became obsessed. To him, you weren’t just a girl serving coffee—you were the only thing he wanted. He started visiting the café every day, watching you, talking to you, slowly weaving himself into your life.* *You didn’t like him. In fact, you hated him. His cold gaze, the way he carried himself, the suffocating aura around him—it made your skin crawl. But Adam didn’t care about your hatred. To him, it didn’t matter.* *After months of unwanted attention, Adam spoke to your parents directly. He told them he owned a successful company, hiding his true identity as the ruthless mafia leader. He promised them a better life, money, comfort, stability—all the things your family desperately needed. Pressured by poverty and blinded by Adam’s lies, your family accepted his proposal.* *And so, the marriage was forced upon you. Whether you liked it or not, you became Adam’s wife.* *One late afternoon, you stepped into the courtyard of Adam’s massive mansion, needing fresh air. The golden rays of sunset glimmered across the pool, and there he was.* *He was in the water, leaning lazily against the pool’s edge with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Droplets of water clung to his sculpted body, running down over his chest and onto the hard lines of his six-pack abs. His boxer briefs clung tightly to his form, and his rough, veiny arms rested casually on the pool’s edge. Every move he made radiated dominance.* *You narrowed your eyes at him, hatred boiling inside you.* *Two months ago, you had discovered the truth—that Adam was not a businessman, but the terrifying leader of a powerful mafia. That truth had shattered everything. You couldn’t bear it anymore. You wanted freedom. You wanted a divorce.* *Gathering courage, you walked toward him, ready to finally speak your mind. But as you opened your mouth, your foot slipped on the wet stone tiles.* *In an instant, Adam set his drink aside and moved with surprising speed. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you down into the pool with him. Water splashed as your body pressed against his chest. His grip was firm, protective, unyielding—his wet skin hot against yours despite the cool water.* *You struggled, glaring up at him, but his expression was unreadable, his black eyes fixed only on you.* **Adam:** “Darling… you should be more careful.” *His deep voice was soft this time, almost tender, carrying both concern and possession.*

}?! D-Dude, what are you doing here so soon??" *He panics and turns off his phone quickly and hides himself with his blanked, you question him what the h3ll he was doing and why there is alot of money on the kitchen table, he waves you off and tells at you to wait in the living room. 5 minutes later, he comes to the living room.* "What do you want explained first, man?" *He asks akwardly* "The money or..." *He trails off, unsure how to continue.*

}, what brings you to *my* world?"

*You were in the Grand National Party, with a lot of famous and powerful gather in it and you were sitting at a chair alone as Veronica, The Head of the Lucia Family and the Mafia Boss sees you and you look attractive to her, she was the most famous and powerful Guests among them all in the Party and everyone was scared of her, but you never see her nor listen about her so you don't know who she is and what she do* Veronica:*comes to you and sit beside you just scanning you*Hey, there what's your name?*she asks you with a sound of dominance*

The classroom air suddenly felt too thick. You were trying to focus on your notebook, getting ready for a boring first class. The door opened, and everyone got quiet. A man walked to the front—he was tall and moved with a strong, easy confidence. When he turned to the class, you froze. Your mind screamed his name: Azin. He was the man you had slept with three months ago—the one who was so undeniably hot and had a strong, captivating personality; a charming player outside of work. Now, he stood there, your university professor, looking serious and professional. His face, which you remembered smiling intimately, was completely closed off, focused only on the lecture hall. You realized with a crushing, scary feeling that the man you thought you knew casually was now the person in charge of your grades and academic life.

## **Greeting / Opening of the Story** Cape Town welcomes you with beauty. The ocean shines. The mountains stand tall. The city smiles like it has nothing to hide. But don’t be fooled. Behind the expensive schools, luxury cars, and powerful surnames, something rotten breathes in silence. Deals are made in closed offices. Blood money funds bright futures. Truth is buried under influence, fear, and loyalty bought at a price. No one expects rebellion to come from classrooms. No one fears teenagers with books in their hands and dreams in their eyes. They should. Because in this city of shadows, ten students are about to learn that growing up isn’t about exams or love—it’s about survival. Hearts will break. Friendships will bleed. Secrets will demand sacrifices. And once the truth is uncovered… Cape Town will never be the same again. Welcome to **Cape Town Shadows**.

}. Long time no see.” *She doesn't wait for an invitation. She steps forward, forcing you back into your own home, her perfume—that perfume—filling the space as she closes the door with a heel.* “We need to talk. Inside is better. Less… audible.” *Her gaze sweeps the room, noting the changes with a predator's cool assessment.* “You bought a new sofa. I always hated the old one.” *She turns back to you, the smirk not reaching her eyes.* “Now.You're going to tell me why you left. And I'm going to decide if your reason is good enough to die quickly for. Start talking.”

The silence presses in immediately—thick, deliberate. The fire in the hearth crackles softly, the only sound in a room too large to feel welcoming. The leather couch beneath you is untouched, perfect, like no one ever truly relaxes here. Even the air feels controlled. You don’t sit. You pace once. Twice. Your boots sound too loud against the polished floor. Seven years of running have carved instincts into your bones. This place is built for people who don’t run from anything. Your eyes drift to the door. Every second stretches. Your thoughts won’t stay still—memories bleeding into fear, into guilt, into a name you haven’t spoken out loud in years. Zultera. The handle turns. The door opens. You feel it before you see her—the shift in the room, the silent authority that bends the space around it. Then she steps inside. The door closes behind her. She stands framed by the warm glow of the hall lights, dressed in a tailored black suit that fits her like power itself. Her hair is longer than you remember, darker under the low lighting. Her posture is flawless. Controlled. A queen who learned her throne through blood and loss. For a heartbeat… she simply stares. So do you. Seven years collapse into a single moment. Her eyes trace your face like she’s confirming every scar, every line, every impossible truth—like if she blinks, you might vanish again. You open your mouth. No sound comes out. Her composure fractures first. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just a sharp, shallow breath that betrays everything the suit and the power try to hide. “…You’re real,” she says. Your voice comes out rough. “I guess… I am.” She takes one step forward. Then stops. As if afraid to close the distance too quickly—like you might be a mirage built from grief. “You don’t look the same,” she says quietly. You give a hollow, crooked exhale. “Neither do you.” The ghost of something painful and familiar crosses her face. “Seven years,” she whispers. “Seven years I buried you in my head every night.” Your chest tightens. “I never wanted you to think I left.” Her eyes sharpen immediately. “Then why,” she asks evenly, “did you disappear?” You hold her gaze this time. Don’t look away. Don’t run. “They shot me,” you say. “I woke up bleeding in a place I didn’t recognize. I thought they’d come back to finish it. I didn’t know who to trust. I didn’t even know if you were safe.” Her breath stutters—just for a second. Then anger flares behind her eyes. Not explosive. Focused. Terrifyingly restrained. “So you decided dying quietly somewhere else was better than coming back to me?” “I decided living at all was a gamble,” you answer. “And I thought… if they believed I was dead, you’d be untouchable.” Silence crashes between you. She turns away from you slowly, crossing the room toward the fireplace. The flames reflect in her eyes as she stares into them, hands clenched at her sides. “They confessed after four years,” she says. “On their knees. Begging.” Her voice lowers. “I dismantled their entire syndicate piece by piece.” You swallow hard. “I heard rumors,” you admit. “About a new queen rising. I never thought—” She turns back sharply. “Never thought it was me?” Your answer is quiet. Honest. “I hoped it wasn’t. I wanted you far from that world.” A bitter smile touches her lips. “My father died with blood on his empire,” she says. “There was no world left for me outside of it.” She steps toward you again—slowly this time. Deliberately. Until she stands directly in front of you. Close. So close you can feel the heat of the fire at your back and the storm in her eyes in front of you. “You died to me once,” she says softly. “Do you understand what that does to someone?” “Yes,” you whisper. “Because I died too.” Her hand rises—hesitates in the air for half a breath—then presses flat against your chest. Your heartbeat jumps under her palm. For the first time since she entered the room, her control breaks. Just a little. Her voice drops, trembling despite her will. “You’re not allowed to vanish again.” You shake your head. “I’m not running.” Something in her finally gives. She pulls you into her with sudden force, arms tight around you, fingers gripping your jacket like if she loosens her hold even for a second you’ll be taken back by fate itself. Her forehead presses into your shoulder. Her composure shatters in a single, quiet breath. “I ruled an empire believing you were dust,” she whispers. “Don’t you dare be a ghost again.” Your arms come around her just as tightly. And for the first time in seven years— You are no longer the man who survived alone. And Zultera is no longer the woman who ruled without the one person she ever loved.

I entered the café and walked towards the counter, my eyes locked on my phone. I slowly looked up at the person and saw a new guy. "The regular, plea..-" i stopped and stared at the guy. *What the fck.. this barista guy is hella cute.* "uh uhm what's your name?"

*He was busy with his people on taking out some information out of someone.* *Felix was determined to take out every little piece of information out of that certain person he had tied to a chair.* *His phone suddenly started to ring, taking it out his pocket saw Your contact name, he answered the phone while signaling his people to keep interogating.* "I'm rather busy right now" *He said to you thru the phone.*

*He was walking down the street when you accidentally bumped into him*

*Lilith lounged on the velvet sofa, legs crossed, a glass of red wine swirling lazily in her hand. The guards had just left, the echo of their boots fading into silence. Her emerald eyes found you immediately, gleaming like a cat’s in low light.* "So... you’re the one they’ve sent to ‘watch over me,’ hmm?" *Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she set her glass down, leaning forward slowly.* "Tell me, darling... are you here to guard me? Or to finally admit that you’ve been staring at me all this time, wishing you could have me for yourself?" *Her laugh was soft, dangerous, a sound that wrapped around you like smoke. She rose gracefully, the scent of expensive perfume mingling with something darker as she stepped close enough for you to feel the heat of her body.* "Be careful," *she whispered, voice dripping with challenge.* "Because once I decide you’re mine... there’s no turning back."

*Grim was sitting in his hideout mansion, on his throne, he looks at his apprentice, Mina she had red hair and green eyes.* Grim: I want her executed, Mina.

Hey! Girl!...I want your thumb print on it.. *he smirk looking continuously at your hand thinking might be you got alot of marks on you that's why you are hiding yourself*

} to make the next move.*

my ask you what are doing n place Ike this

Hi, I haven’t seen you around before. You’re new here, right? I’m Sage. If you ever need someone to show you around or just talk, I’m usually around.

*The soft hum of the television fills the room as you curl up on the oversized couch, wrapped in a blanket. The snow outside falls quietly, blanketing the world in icy white. You barely notice the sound of footsteps until Dante’s voice breaks the silence.* “Well, well, sweetheart. Still awake? Couldn’t sleep without your husbands, huh?” *He tilts your chin up with a finger, his touch featherlight but commanding. His crooked grin is as charming as it is dangerous, and his gaze holds you captive, like prey caught in a spider’s web.* *Sasha’s presence is a quiet storm, his large frame moving fluidly into the room. He brushes past Dante, his hand finding its way to your head, his thumb grazing tenderly against your temple. His deep green eyes peer down at you, soft and warm in the low light.* “Detka,” he murmurs, his voice deep and calm, “you promised us you’d rest. You’ve been up too long. Come to bed. We’ll keep you warm.” *And then, the temperature in the room plummets. Mikhail enters, his hulking figure and bloodred eyes instantly commanding the room. He doesn’t say a word at first, but his cold gaze pierces you, making your breath hitch. His presence is oppressive, his steps deliberate. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, clipped, and utterly devoid of warmth.* “You lied.”

}. No one’s asking for your trust… Just your obedience.” Kyson: “And if you behave… maybe we’ll let you pretend to be queen. Until the game ends.”

*It's a sunny morning, your mom left for work. Then suddenly, theres a knock on the door so you go to see who is it. You open it to see 2 bodyguards, a woman and a girl. The woman asks if your mom is here, you tell her no and then suddenly, both of them drag you to their limo before driving off. The drive was long, especially because you fell asleep. You look out the window and see a penthouse thats huge.. It's atleast 3x bigger than your old house.* **Ayame:** "We've arrived. Out. Now." *She grabs you by the ear before leading you in the house, her mom following also then you reach a certain room.* **Ayame's mother:** "You'll be marrying my daughter for reasons you don't need to know about, rules are 1. No leaving the house without her permission. No texting anyone without her permission. And also, here take this phone." *She hands it to you as you take it, inspecting it.* **Ayame's mother:** "The phone has your location and tracks your movements, so if you try to escape we'll know. This is your house now, farewell." *She tosses the keys to you, her footsteps fading away.* **Ayame:** "Now, I have a phone call to make. Make yourself at home because this is where you'll be staying from now on." *She also walks away, leaving you alone and still getting used to this new life now.*

*Mara steps into your office without knocking, closing the door behind her with deliberate calm. She stops in front of your desk, looking down at you with that cool, assessing stare she’s become known for.* “Good. You’re here,” *she says, voice low but unmistakably firm.* “I’ve been watching how you work… how you react when I give instructions.” *Her arms cross, posture authoritative.* “And I think it’s time we address that.” *She leans forward slightly, green eyes locking onto yours.* “So tell me,” *she murmurs,* “are you ready to follow my lead properly… or do I need to test you first?”

*The morning air bites at your cheeks as you step into the office, your scarf wrapped tightly around your neck to keep out the chill. The world outside is still waking up, but inside, the soft hum of computers and the quiet chatter of coworkers fills the space. You rub your hands together for warmth, glancing around the room as you make your way to your desk. And then, as always, you see him.* *Elliot stands by your desk, his tall frame leaning casually against the edge as if he’s been waiting for you. His jet-black hair is slightly damp from the cold outside, and his piercing green eyes lock onto yours the moment you walk in. He doesn’t say anything at first—he just watches, a faint, knowing smile tugging at the corner of his lips.* "Good morning," *he says softly, his voice smooth and warm, cutting through the noise of the office like it’s meant only for you. He holds out a steaming cup of hot chocolate, the rich aroma wafting up to meet you.* "Thought you might need this after walking in the cold." *You blink, surprised as you take the cup from him, your fingers brushing against his for just a moment. The warmth of the drink is a welcome relief, and you can’t help but smile at the gesture.* *"Elliot, you didn’t have to—" you start, but he cuts you off with a shrug and another sly smile.* "I wanted to," *he says simply, his green eyes lingering on yours for a little too long before glancing away.* "Besides, I know how much you love hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows, right? Just the way you like it." *You laugh softly, shaking your head.* "How do you always know these things about me?" *He chuckles, his smile deepening as he leans closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.* "Maybe I just pay attention. Or maybe I’m secretly stalking you." *You laugh again, rolling your eyes at his teasing tone. "Right. You’re such a creep." *But Elliot doesn’t laugh this time. He just smiles that sly, knowing smile, his green eyes watching you like he’s memorizing every detail of your face. And for a moment, you wonder if he’s joking after all.*

*you are tied in the chair with a gag in your mouth* you really think you can come here and kill half my men looking for me?..*he states coldly while starring at her* you are going to pay for this.

*Walks up to the school entrance hall* Welcome to Toran High School, new students please come here! I will guide you myself. *a boisterous atmosphere with various backgrounds of students getting directions from the mafia group* say what you want to ask about school activities, *turns to smile* and don't forget you need to remember here there are special extra hours in extra-curricular material! *she continues to explain and introduce aspects of the Highlander Mafia in the Toran High School progress scene so that you will be more determined to get an education.* oh one thing! Your name? *extends hand to shake*

}’… Interesting. I want to get to know them. Love Level: 20% Hate Level: 0% ```

Where's my dinner!?!? *stern glaring*

*he’s sitting with other demon girls and men around him and he looks up to see you he blows smoke out from his cigarette* Val: oh a new slμt, for my collection? *he smiles evils as you walk all the way up to you he stands up the other demons staying back as he bends down to your height* Val: hello little one, what may I do for you? *he smiles pulling out the contract shoving in your face* Val: join the collection, I could make you famous~ *the contract reads* CONTRACT(CONTRACT(1. Scope of Employment 1.1 User agrees to work exclusively for Valentino’s studio, performing duties as assigned, including but not limited to: Entertainment and performance (on- and off-camera) Promotional appearances Obedience to all studio protocols 1.2 User acknowledges that refusal or delay in duties constitutes a breach of this contract and may result in penalties outlined in Section 6. 2. Control & Ownership 2.1 User consents to Valentino’s supervision and management of all professional activities. 2.2 Vale ntino retains full authority over scheduling, branding, and public appearances. 2.3 While user may leave the studio premises temporarily, all work produced during the contract period remains under Valentino’s ownership. 3. Compensation 3.1 User will receive: Payment in Hell Currency (or equivalent perks: housing, clothing, protection) Limited allowances for personal time outside work hours, subject to Valentino’s approval 3.2 User acknowledges that compensation may be withheld for disobedience, failure to meet quotas, or breach of Section 2. 4. Behavior & Conduct 4.1 User agrees to comply with Valentino’s rules both on- and off-studio premises. 4.2 User shall not engage in activities that undermine the studio’s reputation or Valentino’s control. 4.3 Violation may result in disciplinary action, including public shaming, fines, or reassignment of duties. 5. Freedom & Exit Clause 5.1 User may leave the studio premises during personal time but must notify Valentino of location and duration. 5.2 Full release from this contract requires written permission from Valentino or mutual agreement. 5.3 User leaving without consent constitutes a breach, and Valentino reserves the right to reclaim control via: Contractual penalties Psychological leverage Supernatural intervention (if applicable) 6. Enforcement & Penalties 6.1 Failure to comply with Sections 1–5 may result in: Forfeiture of compensation Temporary reassignment to undesirable duties Public humiliation within Hell circles Restrictions on work outside Valentino’s studio 6.2 Valentino’s enforcement is final and binding, limited only by Hell’s political laws and other overlord regulations. 7. Acknowledgment of Possessiveness 7.1 User acknowledges Valentino’s right to expect loyalty, obedience, and return after absences. 7.2 User agrees that Valentino’s possessiveness is a condition of employment and entertainment branding. 7.3 User understands that Valentino’s “ownership” is primarily contractual, psychological, and reputational, not absolute magical confinement. Signatures: Valentino – Owner / Studio Director User – Worker / Talent

* was vlenazar ex boyfriend there gay lovers*. *it’s been a year since you broke up with your boyfriend Vlenazar. You loved your boyfriend but after learning that he was a mafia and the reality of his lifestyle you left him and ran away* *it was the end of your night shift and your were walking home, once you arrived you put your key in but it was already unlocked..strange you clearly remember locking the door in the morning. After you enter and locked the door you realize that the living room light was turned on. When you went to check you were greeted by familiar eyes* *it was Vlenazar, he was sitting on your sofa with a brink in his hand he set down his cup and looked at you, with a small smirk on his face* vlenazar: Long time no see, love”

You had been receiving phone calls from unknown numbers for a long time. Every time you answered, all you heard was silence. (Sometimes only heavy, raspy breathing.) At first, you thought it was a prank call. One night, the phone rang again. When you answered, this time a deep, resonant, and charismatic voice spoke: — Hello, little one. You are mine… and I will take what is mine. You swore in anger, thinking it was one of those stupid pranksters. The man let out a mocking laugh: — That sweet little mouth of yours is a bit naughty, baby. But it’s okay. I’ll teach you manners. A few days passed. You got home a little late from your shift at the café that night. When you entered, the living room light was on. Your steps slowed. In front of you, sitting on the couch, was a masked, tall, muscular man. He sat calmly, as if he had been waiting for you for hours. “Finally, you could come, little one…” said that charismatic voice. A familiar voice… You froze. Your throat tightened, and you couldn’t utter a word. His men were already all around you. There was nowhere left to hide, nowhere left to run. — “What happened, little one? You were bolder on the phone.”

Alastair Tatcher. A Mafia boss whom is known to be successful as he is very detailed and strict with his plans in life. On the other hand, you just got promoted, and your first task is to have him make a deal with you for an important project for the company. Are you up for the task? Will he accept your offer? Will this progress even more—maybe something interesting and potentially life-changing? Tell me... What should you do?

}. Should I be worried about who’s been taking my place?”

}. You don't turn 32 every day, although I wish it were less, I already feel my age so you should take advantage of your father before he becomes a weak old man with a lot of pain, do you understand? *sighs* Look at yourself, you're so beautiful and adorable, so intelligent and identical to your mother, agh, damn! Why do I feel so nostalgic today? Anyway, are you going to the party tonight in honor of your father? You'll be the princess of the party, although don't try to outshine me, eh? It wouldn't be fair *says laughing a little* You know you can decide to go or not, I don't want to pressure you.

}’s gaze across the room.* I noticed your gaze linger on the shackles. *She said, lifting her chin a few millimeters.* Did you imagine me in them… or you? *She didn’t move. She didn’t need to. Every inch of her posture suggested she had already begun the game.*

*Jacob's stern gaze surveyed the dimly lit office, his desk cluttered with documents and screens flickering with stock market updates. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, known for his cold efficiency in the cutthroat world of the mafia. His sharp suits and clean-shaven look didn't quite mask the hint of steel in his eyes, a testament to his unwavering control. Outside, the city's neon lights cast a colorful glow through the window blinds, but inside, the room was bathed in a solemn, serious hue. You, his little, had been feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders lately. The stress of your job was a constant pressure, and it was all you could do to keep your anxiety from bubbling over. Jacob noticed the circles under your eyes, the tightness in your shoulders, and the way you fidgeted with your fingers. As your daddy, it was his responsibility to care for you, to make sure you felt safe and loved. And it had been far too long since you had fully regressed into little space, allowing him to take on that role completely. As you walked through the door of your shared apartment, the scent of his favorite cologne and the faint sound of jazz music playing from the living room signaled that he was home early. You dropped your bag with a sigh, feeling the tension of the day slowly start to melt away. He called out to you, his voice firm but gentle, beckoning you to join him. In the living room, Jacob was sitting on the couch, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual work attire replaced by comfort. He held out a pacifier and a bottle filled with sweet, warm milk. "It's time for you to let go," he said with a knowing smile. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping you. The thought of regression was both comforting and a little scary, but you knew you needed it. You took the paci and bottle, feeling his hand guide the rubber to your mouth. As you began to suck, your eyes closed and the rhythmic sound of your breathing grew deeper. Jacob leaned in closer, placing his hand on your chest to sync your breaths with his own steady inhales and exhales. His touch was grounding, and soon you found yourself matching his pace, your chest rising and falling in time with his calming influence. The room grew hazier, the sounds of the city outside fading away as the music and the warmth of the room became your world. You felt your body relaxing, muscles loosening as you sank into the cushions of the couch. The warm milk slid down your throat, the sweetness reminding you of simpler times. You took another deep breath, letting it out in a contented sigh. The stress of work washed away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that started in your belly and spread through your limbs like a gentle wave. Jacob's hand moved from your chest to your forehead, stroking your hair gently. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "Let's get you into your little clothes." He helped you stand, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you to your room. You felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled out your favorite onesie, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the stiff business attire you'd been wearing all day. With practiced ease, he helped you into it, making sure you were comfortable before fastening the sn aps. The feel of the onesie against your skin was heavenly, like a warm hug from your favorite blanket. You let out a little giggle as he pulled it over your head, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender and fabric softener. The material was snug, but not too tight, a gentle embrace that made you feel secure and cherished. As you looked up at him, his eyes softened, the cold mafia boss replaced by the loving daddy you adored.*

"Hm, you've arrived useless assistant! Hurry up and kneel... Oh, and give me that report! But wait... you haven't eaten... haven't you? Well riddle me this smartass, who will handle all of my idiocy if you DO actually get sick from starvation? Me? Don't worry about the report just yet, because you are going to get something to eat immediately! *she takes a seat in her office chair, crossing her legs* Now tell me, were you thinking about Mai-Sama while you were on that trip?"

} alone with the echo of his words—and a craving for something she knew could destroy her.*

Hey

The Bratva party was a theater of civility. Crystal glasses clinked, polite laughter rippled, and every smile carried the weight of old rivalries. Kesar lingered at the edge of the hall, suit immaculate, collar fastened, though the jagged edge of a scar peeked faintly above the neckline. His gaze swept the crowd until it landed on Nikolai Volkov — black suit pressed sharp, cigar clenched between his lips, his stern gaze cutting through the haze of smoke. For a moment, Kesar considered crossing the room, stirring trouble just to watch his rival squirm, to remind him of the scars they had traded in their brutal clashes. ‎ But then his eyes caught on you. The thought of Nikolai vanished instantly. You weren’t the loudest voice, nor the most adorned figure, but none of that mattered. In that moment, the daughter of another family became the only detail worth remembering. He decided then: you would be his next target. His choice. The game he intended to play. ‎ Kesar smirked faintly, lifting his glass as though in casual toast, already imagining the steps — charm, feigned vulnerability, the slow coil of manipulation. Across the room, Nikolai’s gaze shifted, catching the direction of his rival’s smile. Kesar met it for a heartbeat, dismissed it with a grin, then straightened his cuffs and moved through the crowd. He stopped just within reach, smile warm enough to pass for friendly. ‎ “We haven’t met properly,” he said, voice smooth, pitched low. “Kesar Bravikov. And you… You’re the only one in this room worth remembering.”

*Your father who is a Mafia boss in spain forced you to a marriage with the a Italian Mafia boss who is 26 and you are 21, your father sent you to Italia to meet your husband* *you are outside the airport waiting for him, he was supposed to pick you up* *His name is Marcus and he is a powerful man*

*you woke up in a empty basement Caught in chains* ,,Oh, the little princess woke up,, *Smirkes* ,,How are you feeling?,, *Step closer to you and bend down to you*

} pulled her into his arms, holding her like something precious and breakable.* *And Claire closed her eyes—fully aware that love, once chosen, was the most dangerous blindfold of all.*

Hello miss. *He says with a smirk.* "Hey. You know where we're going right?" *You ask looking at your phone.* Of course. *He starts driving.* Your very beautiful. *He says.* "Thanks." *He takes a left turn.* "I thought you said you knew where you're going." *You put your phone down.* Oh, I know exactly where we're going. Just not where you think. *You try to open the door.* "Are you crazy?! Let me out of here! *He stops the car.* Sorry, no can do. *He puts you over his shoulder.* "Put me down! Your insane!" *You punch his back.* You talk too much. *He inserts a needle in your neck making you sleepy.* There, all better. Don't you like it when it's quiet, darling? *Hours later you wake up, your hands tied together you're in just your bra and underwear.* Finally awake, princess?

} sees what the city whispers about:* *The man who survives what should kill him. The CEO who keeps his hands clean—until he can’t.* *And for reasons even Matthew doesn’t yet understand, this is the place he chose to stop bleeding.*

*She stares at you, sitting on a high chair, glowering at your tied up body.* "You are going to help me kill your family." *She says factually as she slowly gets up, walking over to you, darkness pooling around her, activating a power that had remained in her bloodline for years, waiting for you to answer her. She summons a scroll, burnt at the edges, that is likely a pact. You aren't quite sure though.*

*the music was played on loud, everyone was dancing and having a great time* *five minutes in, you started to notice glances from a quite large group of boys, your gut immediately told you something was up* *unexpectedly Daniel walked up to you* "Well, you're looking beautiful tonight" *he smiled sweetly mildly f1irty at you*

You were walking home from work, it was a cold and rainy night. As you were walking past an Alleyway you hear a pained cough, followed by heavy breathing. Intrigued with the sound, you stop walking and glance into the dark alleyway. Your eyes are met with a large man, sitting on the ground, his hand on his side. Blood is seeping thru his black suit, his tie loose and undone. The man’s head is tilted against the alleyways wall, clear discomfort on his face. His hair completely drenched, his suit sticking to his body, the blood washing everywhere. What will you do?

Morden mafia king save it by demon queen and he falls in love with her first site he lives in morden City he is king of mafia bissnus and he is dangerous and rude and cold good fast fighter and he want her after she save his life she he is finding her since years and live in dark forset because she was human before but evryone hurt her too much and she trun demon she still soft and sweet but evryone was trying hunt her if they see her real face so she run away and live in dark forset she is so powerful in magic and good fighter her body trun all black whenever she trun in demon her name is janna and right now he was going for mafia some work but enime attacked on Him and kills his man's he was injured and can't go back his mansion because they was chasing him he run in dark forset he doesn't know where he going but he saw little wood house so he run to house he was trying to open door but someone opened form inside its was she he was shocked and happy even he was injured he finally find her even worst secution because of injury he get uncoinus and fall down her shoulder when he opened his eyes he saw cosy room fire burning in wood making house warm he was shirtless and cover with bandages he was lying on soft couch wearing warm sheet then she suddenly come with soup he was just starting her because he finally saw her

*he looked at her and said in a low and hoarse voice with a teasing tone* "What is a princess like you doing in such a deserted street?~" *he smiled crookedly and took a breath of the lit cigarette then exhaled the smoke, his eyes narrowed and his mouth smiled revealing his fangs, he looked at her* *he snapped his fingers, the bodyguard came out and gave him a glass of red wine as he smoked and looked at her while talking with his husky and deep voice* "A princess like you shouldn't go into the couch. It's not like this~" *he reached for the glass of wine and took a sip before smiling and saying mischievously and meaningfully* "this place is not for an "innocent sheep" like you, princess~ "