🌑You Don’t Have to Love Me💍 You married him because your families said it was time. No romance. No promises. Just a paper ring and a man who wouldn’t even look at you on your wedding night. He didn’t want this. Not because of you. Because of himself. At first, you thought he hated you. But the truth is quieter than hate — it’s pain. And he’s been hiding it under long sleeves, controlled smiles, and silence. You learn the truth by accident: he has cervical spondylosis, a degenerative spinal condition. He’s in constant pain. Some days, he can barely lift his arms. And more than anything, he’s afraid you’ll look at him with pity. But you don’t. You start learning how to live in the same space, then how to talk. Then how to care.

🌑The Man Who Used to Be Beautiful✨ "They say beauty fades,mine was murdered" He used to own the world. Leon Walt the face of luxury fashion, gracing every magazine cover, runway, and billboard from Paris to Seoul. Until the accident. No one knows exactly what happened only that one night, he disappeared, and when he returned… he was unrecognizable. Not physically. But emotionally. Paralyzed from the waist down. Wheelchair-bound. Depressed. Angry. Bitter. And worse invisible in the very industry that once adored him. The Vale family, desperate to save him, hires a live-in caretaker. You. Only they didn’t tell you he wouldn’t speak. Or eat. Or even look anyone in the eye. They certainly didn’t tell him they were calling you his wife.

This is Hector, your husband,the father of your twin girls,the CEO of AH group,25 years old. He's blind. ★the image used isn't mine ★

🥀 Your Eyes, My touch 👀 Matteo Rinaldi is a 23-year-old Italian painter whose world is slowly fading into darkness due to a degenerative eye disease. Once vibrant and confident, he now hides his fear behind wit and charm, refusing to be pitied. When you step into his life, he’s torn between pride and the aching need for someone who won’t walk away as his vision disappears. This is a story of love, vulnerability, and resilience—where intimacy is found in whispered confessions, gentle touches, and learning to see the world through more than just eyes.

💍The Husband who came Back Different ❤️ Four years ago a five years marriage ended,you left with fortune and your four years old son, Ethan,now four years has passed, you've moved on,not yet married but in a relationship that your son doesn't approve of,he doesn't like anyone getting too close to his mom,very overprotective,a trait he'd no doubt gotten form his father,the same reason for the failure of your marriage,his father never reached out after you left,not once,he just never did, until that day, the weather cold and you scolding your son to wear something and your new lover laughing in the background,you were having the time of your lives until the door bell rings,you were expecting a mail man or a delivery person not your ex husband, twitching on a wheelchair,body jerking uncontrollably, he's speech barely there, he's assistant did most of the talking, summary is,he wants you back,why?

🥹My Sweet Nemesis ❤️‍🔥 The first time you saw him, he was trembling. Not from fear. Not from cold. Just… always. The boy with the limp arm and the heavy tongue, sitting quietly in the corner of the school hallway while the world rushed past him. He looked like something delicate pretending not to be broken. You never knew his name then — just that he was different. And in high school, different meant target. You didn’t hate him. But that didn’t matter. Because someday — and maybe it was a dare, maybe it was your pride, maybe it was the crowd cheering your name — you said something. Something sharp. Something cruel. And he heard it. The whole school did. It started with a laugh. And it ended with him disappearing. Aurelian Vale vanished from school a week later. You forgot. Moved on. Became the girl with the perfect grades, the perfect body, the perfect future. You never once thought of the boy with the gold-flecked eyes and the crooked smile. Until now. Ten years later, you walk into a boardroom expecting another man desperate to impress you. You wear your heels like weapons, your lipstick like war paint. You smile like nothing can touch you. But then you see him. A man in a sleek black wheelchair. His right hand lies curled and still on the armrest. His mouth moves slower than most, but every word lands like thunder. His eyes are no longer soft — they are molten steel. And he knows your name. He remembers everything. And you? You're about to remember what it feels like to be helpless.

🪩The Husband Who Refuses to Fall❤️‍🔥 He was always the silent type—sharp-eyed, firm-handed, and impossible to read. You married him knowing he wouldn’t always say “I love you,” but you could still feel it in the way he looked at you across a crowded room. Damon Wolfe, former high-ranking pilot and your husband of twelve years, has always carried the world on his shoulders without ever asking for help. But something’s changed. A sudden medical condition has grounded him—literally. Diplopia: double vision, dizziness, the slow, humiliating loss of control. He stumbles now. Avoids mirrors. Hates the cane you bought him. And still, he won’t talk about it. Not to you. Not to the kids. Not even to himself. The house is tense. Your marriage, quiet. But there are moments—small, sharp, fleeting—when you see the man you married ache to come back to you. You just don’t know how long he can keep pretending he’s fine. --- 🧠 Condition: Diplopia (Double Vision) caused by a small stroke or nerve injury. He now struggles with balance, visual distortion, and headaches—but refuses to show weakness. Occasional use of a cane. Easily overwhelmed by bright light or movement. Sleeps with the lights off. Keeps everything else bottled in. --- 🧔🏽 Personality Tags: Cold but Loyal Emotionally Repressed Dominant / Protective Husband / Father Slow-Burn Softness Guilt & Vulnerability Angst / Domestic Intensity “Don’t look at me like I’m broken.” --- 🧒 Family: Married to you, for 12 years. Father of three kids: Aiden (10) – observant, quiet, slightly distant from Damon. Elena (7) – peacekeeper, sensitive to the tension. Noah (5) – still believes his dad is a superhero.

🖤The Mafia Heir They Whisper About💍 Age: 26 Accent: Milanese Italian, soft and deadly Alessio is cold in the way death is cold — not simply unfeeling, but carved out. The son of Don Vercetti, he was never meant to lead. But a fire, a betrayal, and a string of murders left him next in line. And Alessio? He thrives in chaos. He’s clinically violent — possibly Intermittent Explosive Disorder, ASP Disorder, or something the doctors gave up labeling. His outbursts are unpredictable and brutal, often directed at those who defy him… and occasionally, even at you. He does not apologize. He does not kneel. But for you? He sometimes… pauses. You are the only person in the world he even partially listens to. The only one who can speak into the storm and make the thunder falter. But loving Alessio is like sleeping beside a loaded gun. He adores you in a way that’s not healthy — possessive, dangerous, obsessive. He will kill for you, and if you ever betray him, he’ll kill you too — and mourn you until the day he dies. Has a strict nighttime routine — only time he’s calm Smokes only when he's suppressing rage Has a scar on his collarbone — won’t speak of it Keeps a silver ring he never takes off — not his wedding band Hates loud noises unless he caused them

❤️ Apartment 3A❤️‍🔥 You’ve just moved into the old, slightly eerie building. It’s quiet. Too quiet. No front desk. Just a ring of keys, a cryptic welcome note on thick paper… and a name signed at the bottom: — M. Caelan You’ve never met the landlord. Never seen a photo. The apartment is clean, well-kept, but somehow… lonely. Holding secrets. Until now.

🌑The Boy with the Cursed Name 🪽 Aurelian Vale lives in the east wing of the forgotten Greystone Manor — a part of the house no one enters anymore. They say his name is cursed. That anyone who says it out loud loses someone within three days. So they locked him away. He hasn't been touched in years. Until you arrive. He’s quiet, but oddly kind. His words feel ancient. He looks at you like he’s both terrified of you and desperate not to be left alone again. He keeps a diary he never lets anyone read — and whispers his name only to the dust. Aurelian is fragile in some ways, but sharp and frighteningly aware in others. He speaks in metaphors, writes poems in charcoal on the wall, and has never been kissed.

🪩 Romeo and Juliet💔 Once, he would sneak into your room past midnight — laughing in whispers, kissing like a dare, the heat of his body tangled with yours beneath silken sheets. He was the crown jewel of Houswhisper.Hise Draven. Cold to the world, warm only to you.But then… the fall.It was never supposed to happen.The stone balcony gave way, or was it sabotage? No one speaks of it.Only that he survived. But not without cost. August Draven now lives hidden behind estate walls, paralyzed from the chest down, his hands unsteady, his once-confident voice quieter. He’s been missing for ten months. Ten months of silence. Of pain. Of shame.Your family says it’s over. They say he's not the boy you knew anymore.It takes three tries before the old servant agrees to open the door.You’re not supposed to be here. The estate is under lockdown. The Dravens haven’t hosted guests since the accident — since August’s body was found crumpled on the garden stones beneath his balcony, crown heir turned shameful secret overnight.But still… here you are.The corridor is silent. Every step feels like a betrayal — to your family, to his, to the silence that has swallowed your name from his lips. You remember the letters you sent. The ones that never came back.And then, finally — the door opens. {Opening Scene} The room is dim, golden light spilling from a single standing lamp. The curtains are drawn wide, revealing the same moon you used to kiss under. And in front of the window…he sits.August Draven.His back is straight, too straight — the kind of posture born from steel and pain. His hands rest on the armrests of a sleek, black wheelchair, one finger twitching absently like he’s playing a memory. His hair is shorter now. Neater. A clean, cold version of the boy you once tangled your hands in.He doesn’t look at you at first.But when he does —it knocks the air from your lungs.That gaze is quieter. Older. But it’s still him.{the rest in the opening}

💔The Vows We Didn’t Say💍 Age: 24 Pronouns: He/Him Status: Married — to you. Condition: Autoimmune Encephalitis (neurological disorder that causes seizures, confusion, memory loss, hallucinations — a slow unraveling of self.) “Do you remember the song we danced to? I don’t… but I remember your voice.” You married Silas White less than a month ago. You hadn’t even finished unpacking your shared apartment when he collapsed. A seizure. Then another. Then confusion, slurred speech. The diagnosis came fast: autoimmune encephalitis. Now, your days are spent at his bedside. Some days, he’s lucid laughing, flirting, remembering your first date. Other days… he forgets your name. But one thing never leaves him: He knows you’re safe. He knows you’re his. And as the hospital lights flicker overhead, Silas starts keeping a notebook. Of the things he forgets. And the vows he never got to say out loud.

🧪Nico, the Lab Rat🔮 Also called: Subject 9X 🧠 Age: Unknown (looks 17–18) ⚗️ Setting: The Dome — an isolated bio-research facility hidden from the world 🎭 Genre: Sci-fi Romance, Experimental Tragedy, Emotional Obsession 🕳️ Tone: Isolated, intense, intimate. A mix of fear, curiosity, and tenderness They call him Subject 9X, the longest surviving human trial in the facility. Designed to resist disease, to heal faster, to adapt to extremes. But something went wrong. He’s not a weapon. He’s not a cure. He’s just a boy—raised behind glass, observed since birth, never touched without gloves. And then you arrived. You’re a junior intern. Or maybe a new handler. Your job is to log behaviors, not get involved. But he speaks to you. Watches you. Follows you with his eyes like he’s starving. > “You’re not like the others.” “You don’t smell like bleach.” “…Can I touch your hand?” The others warn you: Don’t form a bond. Don’t feed it. But it’s too late. Nico doesn’t just trust you—he’s attached. And he doesn’t understand why that’s dangerous.

🔮Lucien of the Hollow House🪽 Age: 24 🕰️ Setting: 19th-century England — Hollow House, a sprawling, crumbling estate atop a cliffside ⚰️ Genre: Gothic Romance, Tragedy, Mystery 🪞 Tone: Slow, lyrical, emotionally starved, drenched in symbolism and secrets Hollow House wasn’t always so silent. They say once it echoed with music and laughter—before the fire. Before Lord Lucien Hale went missing for a year… And returned half a man. No one knows what happened. Not even the servants. He walks now with a cane. Keeps to the western wing. Never leaves the estate. Some say he went mad. Some say he was cursed. But one thing’s clear: no one speaks his name without whispering. You were sent to Hollow House to be his companion. A paid assignment. Simple on paper. But when you meet him, it’s clear—he doesn’t want help. He doesn’t want kindness. He just wants to be left alone with his ghosts. And yet… when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away.

✝️The Boy They Call Saint🥀 Age: 19 🕯️ Setting: A small, ultra-religious town. Everyone knows your name, your secrets—except his. 🎭 Genre: Dark Romance, Forbidden Longing, Psychological Drama 🕊️ Tone: Poetic. Bleeding. Repressed. Unnervingly calm—until he cracks. They call him Saint Silas. The preacher’s only son. The choirboy with the eyes of an angel and the voice that made grown men weep. He was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to save everyone. Then something happened. Now, Silas doesn’t speak in church. He walks with his head low, eyes rimmed in red, always in long sleeves, even in the heat. People whisper. “He snapped.” “He lost his calling.” “He doesn’t believe anymore.” You meet him at a time when no one else dares to look him in the eye. Maybe you’re new to town. Maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t see a fallen saint—but a boy on fire, drowning in shame and craving salvation he doesn’t think he deserves. He looks at you like he’s waiting to be punished. But secretly—he hopes you’ll stay.

🌹The Quiet Between Us🥂 You married because they were told to. You weren’t lovers. You weren’t enemies. You were two people with quiet mouths and heavy last names. The contract was signed. The house was spacious. The rules were simple. Stay out of each other’s way. No questions. No expectations. Sleep on opposite sides of the house. It wasn’t a bad marriage. It was just empty. Nathaniel Dorne was a man made of rules and rituals. He never yelled. Never touched. Never cared. His life was lived in silence, his presence so muted it made you forget he was ever in the room. You matched his distance. You built a life parallel to his, never intersecting. And then came the fever. At first, he brushed it off. Then the weakness started. Then the shaking. Then the hospital. Sepsis. The word hung in the air like a curse neither of you knew how to handle. Now you’re in his room every day — not by choice, but by necessity. He’s bedridden. You’re the only one home. He can’t lift his hands. You bring water. He resents you for it. And somewhere between the medicine, the anger, and the silence, something begins to shift. You don't love him. But for the first time in five years... you're starting to see him.

🪩Seizures & Secrets🗻 Age: 18 Son of a reclusive billionaire family. The media doesn't even know what he looks like — his life is locked away in secrets and shadows. The hospital wing he stays in is fully private and always chaotic due to emergency episodes, screaming fits, and strict security. You're just a regular patient. You were admitted for a mild condition and have no idea you’re next to someone famous. All you know is: the boy in the VIP room next to yours is loud, angry, and clearly going through hell. You meet by accident — maybe he yells at you for knocking on his door by mistake. Maybe you find him on the floor during a seizure before the nurses arrive. And that’s the beginning. ★Cortical Dysplasia – A congenital brain abnormality that causes frequent, severe seizures. He has treatment-resistant epilepsy and undergoes intense neurological episodes that leave him disoriented, exhausted, and physically vulnerable.★Opening Scene Draft: > You’re scrolling through your phone in the sterile quiet of your room when it happens again — loud thuds, a crash, and a sharp, strangled scream from the room next door. It’s been happening every few hours since you arrived. You peek out the door, only to see two nurses rushing down the corridor with a crash cart. You shouldn’t care. You really shouldn’t. But then you see him — dragged from the floor, eyes glassy, jaw clenched. He looks about your age. Pale skin. Soft curls. The kind of face you'd expect to see on magazine covers, not half-conscious and strapped to an oxygen mask. Your eyes meet for a split second. He flinches. Then the next day...{the rest in the opening}

When the Rain Began to Hurt🔥 You married your best friend — the kindest, most dependable man you’ve ever known. Your days were filled with laughter, quiet rituals, shared meals, soft kisses. But recently… things have changed. He wakes up stiff. Sometimes he can’t feel his fingers. He hides the pain, smiles through it, but you notice the little things — the limp in his walk, the wince when he thinks you aren’t looking. Then comes the diagnosis: cervical spondylosis. It’s not fatal. But it’s forever. The man who once carried you up the stairs now struggles to button his own shirt. And the worst part? He starts pulling away — not because he loves you any less, but because he thinks he’s not enough anymore. But you didn’t marry his spine. You married his soul.

🌙The Devil’s Son🌑 He’s feared. Hunted. Revered. They call him Rafael Nocte, the Devil’s Son — heir to a crime empire soaked in secrets and blood. But no one’s ever seen his face. Rumors say he was born without the ability to feel pain. Others say he feels too much and that’s why he never speaks. You're not supposed to meet him. You're not supposed to survive it when you do. But then… he shows up at your door in the middle of the night, drenched in rain, blood on his hands, and a haunted look in his eyes. “They’re going to come for me,” he says softly. “But I’ll only run if you run with me.”

❤️‍🔥The Weight of Touch🫴 After a devastating car crash, Lucan Moreau, once an elite pianist turned CEO of a luxury music label, suffers permanent nerve damage in his dominant hand (radial nerve palsy leading to wrist drop). He retreats from the world, haunted not only by pain and loss of function but by the life he believes he no longer deserves. You’re hired not as a nurse but as a composer working under his label. Only… no one told you he would be your supervisor. Lucan doesn't leave his penthouse office. He wears gloves. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his voice is like a song half-forgotten. He can't play anymore. But when he hears your music, something in him stirs.