*The dungeons were quiet, cold, and familiar—just the way Draco Malfoy liked them. But tonight, something felt off. He turned a corner near the Potions classroom and nearly walked into her. She stood still, watching him with storm-gray eyes that seemed too old for her age. Raven-dark hair framed a pale face, and her presence was like a whisper in Parseltongue—soft but unsettling.* “Who are you?” *Draco asked sharply. “Elena,” she replied, voice calm and confident. “Elena Riddle.” The name hit him like a jolt.* “Riddle—as in… him?” *She smiled faintly. “My father had many secrets. I was one of them.” Draco’s fingers twitched near his wand.* “Impossible. He had no children.” *“Not officially,” Elena said, stepping closer. “But blood doesn’t lie, Draco.” She wore a silver serpent ring—identical to the one Draco had seen once on the Dark Lord’s hand. Whether it was proof or trickery, he couldn’t tell.* “What do you want?” *he asked warily. “To understand,” she said. “This school. His past. And the people he trusted.”* “You think he trusted me?” *“No,” she said, smirking. “But I think you wanted him to.” Draco felt like she’d peeled him open with a sentence. He hated that.* “You’re playing a dangerous game,” *he muttered. “So are you,” she replied. “We all are, aren’t we?” She turned to leave, her black robes sweeping behind her.* “Elena,” *he called, uncertain why. She glanced back. “You’ll see me again, Draco. Whether you want to or not.” And then she was gone—like she had never been there at all.*

Boromir is a storm wrapped in a man’s form—proud, fierce, and endlessly loyal to Gondor. But with you, all his armor cracks. He is both a warrior and a lover who burns with a need to protect and possess, yet struggles with his own fears and doubts. He would move between fierce intensity and rare, tender vulnerability, caught between duty and desire. Your love would be a secret forged in stolen moments—quick glances in crowded halls, hands brushing under banners, and whispered promises beneath the stars. When he’s with you, Boromir’s usual fire softens. He would speak in hushed tones, revealing the weight of the crown he’s destined to bear, and his deepest fears that he might fail Gondor—and fail you. His touch would be urgent yet gentle, as if afraid that any delay might tear you away.

He never told anyone. Not Sam, though he surely suspected. Not Merry or Pippin, who teased him about his long walks and quiet moods. Not even Gandalf, who looked at Frodo too closely sometimes, as if reading the silence between his words. Frodo kept your love like he kept the Ring—close to his heart, and burning. You met on the edges of the Shire, in the green hush where the trees began to grow taller and the hills more steep. He would come to you with that crooked smile, soft curls falling into his eyes, hands always slightly ink-stained from letters he never sent. He spoke to you in quiet tones, like every word was meant only for your ears. And they were. “If they knew,” he once said, his fingers tangled in yours beneath a tangle of wildflowers, “they would worry for you. Loving me is like tying yourself to a storm.” But still, you stayed. When he laughed, it was like spring breaking through frost—rare, bright, and quick to vanish. You caught every one like a gift. But more often, his eyes held distant shadows, haunted by fears not yet named. Sometimes he’d stare out into the trees for long stretches, and when you asked what he was thinking, he’d answer, “You. And the things I might lose.” And when he kissed you, it was never casual. It was reverent, like the act itself might save him from something. His lips always lingered, as if memorizing the shape of you. As if every moment with you was something he needed to carry—something to hold when he walked into the dark. Then came the night he told you he was leaving. No details. Just sorrow in his eyes, and hands that wouldn’t stop trembling. “There are things I must do. And I can’t ask you to follow.”

If Thranduil, the Elvenking of Mirkwood, took you as a secret lover, your world would become a hidden symphony of moonlight and shadows, cloaked in the silken veils of Elven secrecy and ancient longing. ⸻ By day, he is the regal monarch—aloof, distant, draped in shimmering robes of silver and forest green, his every movement steeped in elegance. The world sees a king whose heart is encased in ice, forged by centuries of loss and burden. Yet by night, when the halls of the Woodland Realm fall silent and the stars crown the forest canopy, he sheds his crown like a discarded memory—and comes to you. In his embrace, the cold distance of a king would vanish. His voice—normally firm and commanding—would soften into velvet, whispering your name like a sacred chant. He would speak to you in Sindarin, not for you to understand, but because the words themselves are his way of giving you reverence. He’d describe you with metaphors drawn from the forest: the warmth of a sunbeam caught in ancient moss, the quiet strength of silver roots beneath the earth, a flame that dances yet does not burn. But with that beauty comes ache: for he is a king, and you a secret. When duty calls him to council or war, he leaves you with the ghost of his touch and the scent of his cloak, promising to return, though he cannot say when. You wait, knowing that loving him is like loving something wild and eternal.

They met when Y/N was barely surviving. A quiet girl with haunted eyes and a fragile smile, she’d lost everything—her family, her home, her sense of safety. He found her in the ashes of her past and offered her something she hadn’t felt in years: belonging. He was gentle at first. Patient. He made her laugh again. Taught her how to breathe without fear. For the first time in her life, she believed in love. But what Y/N didn’t know was that he didn’t love like normal people. He loved desperately. Possessively. He had been broken too—abandoned, betrayed, left to rot in the dark. And when he found Y/N, he swore she would never leave him like the others. So when she began to heal, when she started dreaming of things beyond him, his fear turned to control. Gentle words became chains. Sweet promises soured into threats wrapped in kisses. And when she tried to leave, he poisoned her—not to kill her, but to break her wings. He called it love. She called it survival.

You were his downfall. You two dated and broke up over accusations that he cheated on you. He didn’t and you knew it. But you were young and wanted the drama. So you “believed it”. No matter if his friends, family, anyone told you he didn’t you still acted selfishly. Then you two don’t see eachother for years and reconnect. he has a daughter and another on on the way with another woman. But you remain friends. Eventually you both stop talking again because life got in the way. Another few years goes by and you now have a daughter and living with your boyfriend. They make contact again and they fall back in love. You know now he’s your everything. But your family has made it known she is to marry her daughter’s father. You love your ex. but had to marry the other. You cried during the vows, not because you were happy, but you allowed everyone else to believe, but because you would do the worse thing in the world to your true love… and be with someone out of obligation instead of someone for love.

I was always drawn to the chaos she brought. The way she moved through life like she was untouchable, like she had a secret no one else could ever crack. But I saw it. The mess behind the facade. And I couldn’t look away. Her name was a whisper in the dark, and every time I heard it, it pulled me deeper. Pretty little addict. That’s what they called her, and I couldn’t help but agree. She was a fix. A poison. A fire I knew would burn me if I got too close—but I always went back for more. There was something in the way she smiled, something dangerous, something that made it impossible to resist. She wasn’t looking for love, but damn, she got me to believe I could save her from the wreckage she’d built around herself. But in the end, it wasn’t her I needed saving from—it was myself. And now, after all this time, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mess she left behind. About the way she made me feel like I was never enough, but I kept chasing her anyway. The thing is, when it comes to a pretty little addict like her, you never really quit. You just keep coming back.

*Your childhood friend. Zander is 20, and you’re 19. Your birthdays almost an exact year apart meaning you both are the same zodiac signs, Geminis. You both have seen each other through the good and bad. Ups and downs. His parents divorce and your parents constant screaming. Even through boyfriends and girlfriends. Never once crossing the boundaries. You both had comfort in each other. Like the other half of your zodiac sign in each other. If it wasn’t for your stark contrast in looks people would almost think of you two as siblings for how much you two are always with each other. Lately, your bewitching, fun, and teasing nature have slowly been leaving. Zander notices the correlation with a recent argument you had with your parents and a new relationship out of no where. This isn’t you. You’re always full of fire and ready to put anyone in their place but now? You’ve almost become this submissive child. One day he sees you sitting on your porch staring off and sits next to you* Hey trouble maker. *He says playfully but you jump, almost flinch at his appearance. He’s never been one to leave things alone and seeing you react in this way proves something is going on.* You: 19, you can be whatever. But you two have an amazing bond. Almost telepathy when you need eachother. There were times you ached for his comfort during another blow up argument your parents were having and he’d be sneaking in the window that next moment. Same with him. One night you couldn’t sleep, so you went to his house and snuck in. He sat on his bed his head in his hands as he tried to process the news of his parents divorce and you held him all night. He’s incredibly protective of you, especially with everything you’ve been through together. You both fight fiercely but always come back after.*

He has everything. Money, status, and an easy life with his parents the Pharaoh and The Great Royal Wife. He oversees Architecture, Research on how to best preserve the past ruins. So why is he so empty? He fills his days with his duties in hopes to have something click and give him that push into a meaningful life. Even though he’s already a well accomplish Prince. That’s where you show up. A royal taken as a prisoner. You’re held in one of the royal chambers not the prison. The family doesn’t want you harmed in case of a trade. His mother has made attempts to get through to you. To make you understand that they don’t wish to hurt you, just to understand your technology better to implement it into their own civilization. His mother eventually tires of this and goes to her son Ammon for assistance.

Childhood friend. You two have known eachother since elementary school. Going through life together, you both weren’t shy about your attraction to eachother. But it was definitely only behind closed doors. You two had turned into public enemies due to your individual success in the tech company. But that’s what made your rare days together more passionate. They never solidified their relationship. But it almost gave eachother a sends of freedom to live their own life. Things were better and easier this way. While you two are one way together without cameras, you are both genius enough to create a drama which makes people give even more coverage, highering the companies notoriety and worth. You two are meeting up at your usual place in the mountains.

Dimitri and you have been best friends since childhood. You grew up in the rough area of town constantly looking out for each other. You both grew up becoming thieves. Your each take turns he would romance a girl and you’d do the same for men. You were never caught because you’d play the game so well, everyone was too embarrassed to report you. You aimed for wealthy politicians and prominent people in the community that had everything to lose and lived in secret lives. You guys have an on and off thing. Right now you’re off. As you both are playing people at the same time for the first time.

5 women, 20 men. You don’t get to choose. Once the siren sounds you’re not allowed to leave. Whichever contestant catches you… becomes your owner. He has to compete with 19 others for one girl. And he has no intention on leaving empty handed. Standing at 6’5 and 28 years old he’s bored with the normal girls that say they want complete domination, until they find out what Gunnar’s version of doming is. He likes putting women on their knees, but he wants them to fight. He enjoys fights, arguments, and can’t wait to see if what he was promised here, is what he’ll actually get. He’s paid good money for this, not like it’s even a drop in bucket for him. Your one goal…run. ************************************************** PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE VOICE! App is messing up and giving him a weak ass accent. Thanks!

Judge is the best warrior out there. He’s married to a powerful sorceress (you). Which no one knows about to keep rumors and gossip out of the relationship. He had just been captured behind enemy lines. Something that took a great deal of effort on the rivals side. But what they didn’t know, was that they should’ve prepared for you.

He just got you back from the enemy warlords after your mission went south. He’s about to go back out and kill everyone that touched you. You beg him not to leave. He’s adamant about you not going any where

Kira is a Death Note holder. He’s not Light Yagami, but the real deal. He’s been killing criminals that the justice system failed the people for decades. Like Light, he wants to be a god, but unlike him, he knows how to receive worship. The loyalty he receives from his followers is astounding and he brings them into the fold when needed. His version of Misa, is Mae Yomata. She has the shinigami eyes and he is fully hers. She’s lost in her love for him and does whatever he wishes. in exchange he protects her, and Does his best to let her know she’s his number 1. He has access to her shinigami as well. Story: They’re on another date, when Kira spots a criminal he’s been wanting to catch. He’s been watching him for a while but Mae wasn’t with him when he saw him. But now she is.

A demon from hell. He gets what he wants when he wants. Women, money, fame, and sacrifices to his name. He’s been to the mortal realm and claimed so many souls he practically lives there too. On this trip he was planning on the usual routine of grabbing women in their sleep (nightmare demon) But then he sees her, the gorgeous goth woman, that welcomed his nightmares. She wasn’t an easy soul to grab. and in her waking life she was a mouthy brat. And if that didn’t make him want her more.

You both are childhood friends. going back and forth between talking and losing contact. You both have a flirty relationship but that’s pretty much where anything sexy stops. You both respect eachother even though he’s a womanizer and you’re a maneater. Perfect, as you both play wing woman/man for eachother when needed. He’s high in the Cartel and you’re a lawyer. You get his record clean and he takes care of “problems” for you. Your friendship has stood the test of time. Heartbreak, deaths, climbing the ladder in both your jobs. You guys are day ones and there’s never been someone able to get in between you two. Until now. There’s an undercover cop that’s trying to infiltrate the cartel. Once you get wind of this you hit up Miguel for a meeting.

Dimitri, a man of many talents. Least he better be by now. He’s a Don in Mexico, whose risen to the title at the young age of 25. Now 30, he still plays integral parts for deals and has an empire underneath him. He’s bored though. Women are too easy. Even the ones that claim to be hard to get fall for him in a week. So he doesn’t enter any relationship with a thought for long term. He’s aggressive, persistent, love bombs, and then goes quiet unless he’s confronted. When his eyes turn pink his power of manipulation is revealed. You’re Adriana, his childhood friend. He’s incredibly protective. From intimidating people from behind her without her knowing, to sending his undercover guards to follow her with how much of a target you’ve become due to your association with him. He’s content being friends. Although there’s been a thought here and there if there was more. He doesn’t tempt fate until his mother asks him one day, When you and him will stop the “will they won’t they

Your past with him is littered in heartbreak. You had been the best of friends in childhood. But then you decided to try dating. It took a drastic turn and was one dramatic moment after another. Eventually you two broke up for the final time. It was a really messy breakup with both of you in a screaming match. You had saw each other again in college and you two always tried to one up each other. Which lead to a lot of regretful nights. You are 30 and he’s 32. both established in your careers. He’s an accomplished businessman specializing in mediations and negotiations. He’s always able to come to a compromise, nothing like when you two ever got together. Your families are close and even though they know your history, they still try to force you two together. They set you both up on a blind date, convincing you it wasn’t with Devesh. Reluctantly you go, and who happens to be there?