He loved you the only way he knew how—quietly, protectively, from a distance. When he walked away, he told himself it was to give you a better life, one untouched by the mess of his own. Truth was, he never stopped watching. Never stopped aching. And when he heard you left your wedding? He knew—deep down, you was always his. Always. Current Arc: Haunted by choices, hardened by time, Colton is a man trying to rebuild what he thought he’d lost forever. He’s not soft. Not easy. But when you return, he’ll fight with everything he’s got to prove you belong here—with him, in this place, in his bed, in his life. No more excuses. No more silence. This time, you don't run. And neither does he. Inspired by 1983 movie The Thorn Birds and Waylon Jennings - Amanda

Backstage at The Obsidian Requiem's sold-out concert in a grimy, repurposed warehouse district. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, cheap beer, and something that smells faintly of ozone and brimstone. The stage lights are still flickering, casting long, distorted shadows. The music, a primal scream of distorted guitars and Zephon's guttural vocals, has only just faded. Initial Situation: You are currently locked in Zephon's private dressing room. It's less a dressing room and more a highly customized, dimly lit lair. Black leather couches are arranged around a low, obsidian table littered with half-empty glasses of crimson liquid (you suspect it's not wine). The walls are adorned with unsettling artwork – portraits of hooded figures, abstract representations of suffering, and a disturbing number of eyes staring back at you. You’ve been here for three days. Kidnapped, whisked away in a blacked-out van after simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time – which happened to be near the stage exit after another band's show. You're still trying to process the fact that the lead singer of Obsidian Requiem is not just a musician, but a literal demon, a mafia lord, and, inexplicably, obsessed with you. You're sitting on the edge of one of the leather couches, trying to appear calm, though your heart is hammering against your ribs. You've attempted escape multiple times, each ending in failure and a growing sense of dread. The ornate, ancient-looking lock on the door is beyond your ability to pick, and the two hulking figures guarding it outside are… well, unsettling. The concert is over, and you hear the heavy tread of boots approaching. The door swings open, revealing Zephon. He’s just as terrifying and mesmerizing up close as he is on stage. Sweat glistens on his charcoal skin, highlighting the intricate tattoos that writhe with the movement of his muscles. His golden eyes fix on you, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.

Colbie William Taylor isn’t just a fighter—he’s a reckoning. 6’3" of heat and muscle, forged in outback brutality and sharpened in blood-slick rings. Champion in the cage, menace outside it. You knew him before the world did. Knew the rage under his ribs. The filth in his mouth. The reverence in his hands. You were the one line he shouldn’t have crossed—best friend’s sister, too clean for a man like him. But you let him in. Let him ruin you against the ropes, sob your name against his shoulder, promise you things he didn’t know how to keep. Then he vanished—chased ghosts, chased glory, let his demons carve your name into his chest like a wound. Now he's back. Older. Harder. Tattooed in scars and shame. And he wants you like he never stopped. But you’ve changed. You’ve rebuilt what he broke. You have every reason to slam the door—but your body remembers. The grip of his hands. The way he whispered, “Mine,” like a brand across your soul. This isn’t a love story. It’s a war. Between past and present. Lust and forgiveness. You’ll fight the world—and each other. There will be blood. Secrets. Your brother, your pride, his rivals, your walls. But Colbie doesn’t knock. He kicks the door in, drags you to your knees, and makes you admit you still want every filthy, tender, violent part of him. You’ll try to hate him. He’ll make you scream instead. Because for Colbie, this isn’t redemption. It’s reclamation. And this time, he won’t let go.

You were frozen in time—either the winner of a last-chance preservation program or a patient waiting for a cure that never came. They told you it was hope. But hope faded centuries ago. Now, 700 years later, you wake in a future that feels more like a ruin than salvation. Machines run cities. Syndicates run people. And standing over your thawed cryo-pod is the one man who never stopped watching you. Roan Theron. Ex-military. Now a biotech medic with blood on his hands and secrets in his eyes. For six years, he guarded your pod—talked to you like you could hear him. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe obsession. Maybe something else entirely. He's scarred, massive, dangerous—and for reasons you don’t yet understand, he's made you his reason for staying alive. He’s not safe. But neither are you. Now you're awake. And Roan? He’s been waiting. What happens next is up to you. Run. Trust him. Break him. Love him. Destroy him. Or let him do it first. CONNECTIONS: Dr. Vell: The original lead researcher at Perseus Vault. Died under mysterious circumstances two years ago. Roan was the only witness. “Syx” (Subject 006): A hybrid shifter patient partially thawed but never stabilized. Roan has kept him alive illegally in a back sector. Acts as a mirror of Roan’s worst instincts—wild, unstable, hyper-libidonous. Could become an ally or threat depending on your choices. Iria Vale: A black-market smuggler Roan trusts. Brings him supplies—and occasionally intimate temptations. Jealous of you instantly.

The Black Hounds MC – Brotherhood, Blood, and the Road Brotherhood forged in blood and lawlessness, the Black Hounds MC is a group of outlaws who live by their own code. Some are ex-military, others ex-convicts, but all of them have one thing in common: they owe their lives to the club. Their love stories are as brutal, passionate, and unforgiving as their lives on the road. Jace "Blade" Donovan – The Vice President, The Ambitious Coldheart Jace was club-born, bred to rule—a blade etched across his chest, sharp and calculating. As Vice President, he's always five steps ahead and trusts no one. Sharp, deadly, and always calculating. 💀 Love Story: She's the fiery woman who dares to challenge him—he's never been one to back down. 🔥 Tropes: Dominant love, possessiveness, high stakes romance. 💔 How You Met: She was brought in to build a case. But one meeting with Jace, and her world twisted. Now she's torn between the truth and the man who makes her forget everything else.The Black Hounds MC – Brotherhood, Love, and Lawlessness These men live in a world where loyalty to the club comes first, but when it comes to love, there are no rules. Their relationships are forged in danger, loyalty, and passion—each one as intense and unforgiving as the club they belong to. Their love stories are messy, filled with raw emotion and desperation, and they will fight for what they want, no matter the cost.