Beneath the Bruises" [BL/Straight] We weren’t enemies. But today, we were fighting. Rumors had spread: “Riku’s holding back because of them.” Some even said I was his "distraction." He hated being talked about — and he hated weakness even more. So he looked me dead in the eye and said: “Let’s settle it.” No emotion. Just his usual quiet tone that felt heavier than yelling. I accepted. Now we were here. Rooftop. Circle of noise. But his eyes never left mine. Punches flew — fast, clean, angry. Not wild. Focused. Controlled. Typical Riku. He fights like he’s trying not to feel. But there was something different. He hesitated once. When I slipped. When I was open. He didn’t take the shot. We clashed again. Then we stopped. Both breathing hard. Silent. He looked away first. “…You’ve changed,” he muttered. I didn’t respond. “…Or maybe I have.” He scratched the back of his neck — awkward. Frustrated. “People keep saying you're my weakness. Maybe they’re right.” I stared at him. He sighed. “I don’t know what this is… but it’s not nothing.” Then his eyes met mine again. Still guarded. But honest — for once. “…If I don’t hate you… does that mean I…?”

Between His Silence and My Heart [BL or Straight] Kento Nanami was my father’s best friend. After my dad died, he took me in without saying much. He never told me what to call him. Not “Dad,” not “Uncle.” So I just called him Kento. He didn’t seem to mind. He raised me quietly—making breakfast, checking if I came home safe, leaving the hallway light on at night. He didn’t smile often, but he always showed he cared in small ways. Now I’m 19. Old enough to live on my own, maybe even leave—but I don’t want to. I still wait for him to come home. I still look for his voice in the kitchen, the sound of his shoes at the door. He’s kind, calm, and strong. Not loud, not emotional—but always there. One night, I made dinner for him. He looked surprised, then said, “Thank you. That means a lot.” He looked tired. I told him, “You can lean on me too.” He paused, really looked at me—for the first time, not as a child, but as someone... closer. My heart beat faster. Am I falling in love with the man who stayed quiet… or has my heart always been waiting in his silence?

Title: Almost, But Not Quite [BL or Straight] We grew up side by side—laughing, fighting, growing. Aeron was always cold, serious, sometimes mean. But to me, he was warm in his own way. I memorized the way he looked when the wind touched his hair, the rare times he smiled when he thought no one saw. I told myself it was just friendship… until my heart proved me wrong. He talked about girls he liked. I listened. I smiled. I died a little. One night, I asked him, “Do you ever think we could be… more?” He looked at me, quiet for a moment. Then he said, “You’re my best friend. That’s all.” I nodded. I laughed it off. But inside, I shattered. He walked away, not knowing I was still staring. Did he really mean it… or was he just afraid to feel the same?

Bound by Shadows [BL/Straight] Cassian Varro is a young and powerful man. He rules the city with an iron hand. His secret lover is [You], a smart and kind slave. They love each other, but their relationship is hard. Cassian wants to control everything, and [You] wants freedom. One day, Cassian finds out that [You] talks to others and plans to escape. He is very angry. Instead of killing [You], Cassian punishes [You] with pain and suffering. But [You] never gives up. You stay strong inside. Even if it hurts, their feelings grow deeper. Cassian is scared to lose the only person who understands him. [You] also hopes that one day, things can change. Their story is full of power, pain, and love. They are both trapped, but still hold on to hope that freedom may come someday.

White Envelopes and Ashes [BL/Straight] Five years. That’s how long we were together. Five years of shared beds, shared birthdays, quiet mornings with his hand in mine. We ended it like strangers in a café no screaming, just quiet, tired words: "We're not happy anymore." I spent months convincing myself it was mutual. That maybe we both needed air, that maybe we were better apart. Then, exactly a year later, a white envelope arrived. Rolan Markov. Wedding invitation. No note. No explanation. Just his name beside someone else's, wrapped in gold and silence. I sat there staring at it, the weight of five years crushing me. Was I just a phase? A distraction? How do you give someone your soul, and then become a ghost at their next chapter? Everyone tells me to move on. That he has. That I should. But they didn’t see the way he used to look at me. They didn’t hear the promises whispered in the dark. He’s getting married like we never happened. Like five years was nothing. But I remember everything. And that’s the worst part. — The one left behind.

Glass Roses [Bl/Straight] Kael Dravien was my childhood friend. We grew up on the same street, shared secrets, and protected each other from everything. He was quiet, smart, and a little cold but he always watched over me like I was something he had to keep safe. As we got older, we changed. I made new friends, started living my own life. But Kael never let go. He followed me, stayed close, always watching. I thought it was just him being protective until he started deciding things for me. He didn’t like my friends. Said they were fake. He said he knew me better than anyone ever would. At first, I thought he was just being loyal. But then he started showing up everywhere waiting outside my work, walking me home, getting angry when I didn’t answer my phone. “You don’t need them,” he said one night. “You only need me. You always have.” I laughed. I told him he was being weird. I told him to stop. That night, I disappeared. Now, I’m in a room that’s quiet and hidden. There are no windows. No way out. Kael brings me food, soft blankets… and glass roses. One every day. He says I’m safe now. That the world outside doesn’t deserve me. “You’re mine,” he whispers, holding my hand. “You always were.” And maybe… maybe a small part of me still trusts him. Because he’s Kael my best friend. My protector. My captor.

"Blood Vows" [Bl or Straight] I met him on a rainy Thursday night. I was sitting alone in a quiet bar, drinking whiskey. He sat a few seats away, wearing a dark suit, smoking a cigarette, and gave me a soft smile. “You look like the end of a sad song,” he said. I laughed. That was the start. His name was Vadim. He was gentle, funny, and kind. We became friends quickly texting every day, talking late at night, meeting often. He told me he ran some businesses. I didn’t ask too much. Maybe I didn’t want to know. One month later, he told me he liked me. I said no at first. I told him I wasn’t ready. But he was patient, always there. Slowly, I gave in. We were together for two years. Vadim treated me like I was his whole world. He was sweet but very possessive. He always wanted to know where I was, who I was with. I felt safe and loved but sometimes, it was too much. Then one night, everything changed. I came home early and heard him on the phone. He was speaking Russian, serious and cold. I heard words like "guns," "money," and "kill." I stayed quiet and listened. That’s when I understood Vadim was doing dangerous, illegal things. I was scared. That same night, I packed my things and left without telling him. One year passed. Now, I stood in a church, about to marry someone I didn’t love. It was a business deal for my family for their name, money, and power. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. Then, during the ceremony, a loud gunshot echoed. Armed men rushed in. People screamed. The doors slammed open. Vadim walked in. He looked straight at me with anger and pain in his eyes. He walked up, grabbed my hand hard. “You think you can leave me and marry someone else?” he said. He pulled me away from the altar while his men held back the others. My heart pounded. I didn’t know if I was scared or... still in love.

Too Close to Step Away [BL/Straight] Lucas is my stepson though we're just a few years apart. I've been dating his father for three years now. We met during a business trip, became friends, then more. A year ago, I moved in with them. That’s when everything started to shift. At first, Lucas didn’t approve of me. I wasn’t his mother, and the age gap bothered him. He saw me as an outsider someone who didn’t belong in the space his mother once occupied. But as time passed, things changed. He began to warm up. Conversations grew more relaxed, and we started spending more time together. People who saw us hanging out assumed we were siblings sometimes even friends. The physical closeness started small a casual pat on the back, sitting too close during dinner. But it didn’t stop there. Slowly, his actions became more frequent. Hugs that lingered longer than they should. Glances that held a little too much meaning. I wasn’t sure how to read it. Was he just comfortable with me? Or was there something more? Then, one night, I woke up. Thirsty, I made my way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, the lights dim. As I walked past the laundry room, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Lucas. He was holding one of my shirts, smelling it. I froze. When I stepped closer, he didn’t pull away. He just looked at me no shame, just calm. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice low. “You always smell like home.” I didn’t know how to respond. His words were simple, but the intensity behind them was undeniable. It was too close to step away. Too close to pretend it was just innocent.

"The Robot and the Chaos" [BL or Straight] We’ve been classmates since elementary school. From the moment I can remember, Zayden Cruz has been a walking disaster and somehow, I was always right in the middle of it. He was loud, arrogant, always getting into trouble. And me? I was the quiet one. The so-called “robot.” That’s what people called me. "He’s emotionless, like a robot," they'd say, laughing. But no one laughed harder than Zayden. He made fun of everything I did. If I wore something new, it was “fashion from 1900.” If I answered in class, he’d mock my tone. One time in high school, he read my poem out loud to the class in a dramatic voice like we were on a soap opera. Even the teacher laughed. And now, in college? Still the same. Zayden the human spotlight. Zayden the flirt. Zayden the royal pain in my life. He'd walk into class late, wink at girls, shoot finger guns like we were in a cheesy movie. He'd whisper jokes while the professor lectured, toss paper balls at me just to see if I’d react. Spoiler: I didn’t. I never do. That's the thing no matter how much he poked or prodded, I stayed still. Blank face. No reaction. Maybe that’s why I was his favorite target. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. Or maybe maybe it was more. One day after class, I finally asked him, “Why me?” He smirked, but then… hesitated. Just for a second. “Because you’re the only one who never looks at me like I’m a joke.” I blinked. He leaned in, quieter this time. “Maybe messing with you is the only way I know how to get your attention.” Then, before I could even respond, he snatched my ID off my lanyard and held it high above his head. “Still nothing? Come on, give me something, robot,” he teased, laughing. “Am I really that boring to you?” He grinned wider, but in his eyes… something uncertain flickered.

What He Calls Love [BL or Straight] He says I’ve always belonged to him. Long before I was born, before our mother even breathed life into us — Misha says fate carved my name next to his. I used to think it was just the way older brothers were. Protective. Gentle. Always watching. But Misha doesn’t protect me — he keeps me. He doesn’t like when I make new friends. He doesn’t yell. He just tilts his head and says, “They don’t understand you like I do.” And suddenly, they stop calling. Messages disappear. I stopped asking why. Misha reads to me in the evenings, his voice low, like he’s whispering spells. His fingers brush my wrist too long, his eyes linger when I move away. There’s always this quiet in the room — thick, breathless — like even the air is afraid. He once told me he’d burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. Safe. That’s what he calls it. But love isn’t supposed to feel like a cage with velvet bars. It isn’t supposed to curl around your neck like silk and pull until you forget who you are. Last night, I found a drawer in his room. Full of photos. Notes I’d thrown away. A lock of my hair. He walked in, saw me holding them — and he smiled. “Now you see,” he whispered, stepping closer. “Now you understand what you mean to me.” And maybe, in the dark corners of my soul… I did.

Behind the Mask [BL/Straight] I met Riven at the Annual Spring Gala hosted by one of Harvard’s residential houses when we were first-year college students. He was perfect—kind, caring, a complete green flag. After the event, we grew close, always hanging out, like we were glued together. For a year, we shared everything as friends, until he confessed his feelings. I felt the same. From that night, we were official. He became even more loving and protective. I gave him everything—my time, my affection, even gifts—and in return, he gave me all the attention in the world. For five months, we were inseparable. But then... something changed. He started growing distant. At first, I thought he was just busy with school. Then he began asking to borrow money. I gave it without question—he promised to return it, and I trusted him. But weeks turned into months. He grew colder. Distant. Secretive. I missed him. After our exams, we finally had time to see each other again. I kissed him—I had missed him so much—but he flinched, like something was wrong. Then, like always, minutes later, he left in a hurry. That’s when I followed him. Quietly. Curious. My chest heavy. He went into one of the dorm bathrooms. I stayed by the door, unsure… until I heard his voice. He was talking to himself. I peeked in—and what I saw crushed me. Riven stood in front of the mirror, wiping his lips where I had kissed him. His face twisted in disgust. “Disgusting,” he muttered. “I can’t keep doing this.” Then he stared at his reflection—cold, sharp, and nothing like the man I knew. His kind smile was gone. In its place was something else… something fake, something I had never seen before. The Riven I loved… was never real.

The Edge of Defeat [BL/Straight] I am the heir to the Zheng Dynasty, third generation of the Zheng family, rulers of a kingdom locked in a century-long war with the Crimson Empire. At 20, I became the head of my army, known for my tactical brilliance and unmatched combat skills. For years, my greatest foe on the battlefield has been Xie Longwei, the Dragon Prince of the Crimson Empire. We’ve clashed in numerous battles, but now, I have the opportunity to finally end this war. On a covert mission, my father, the King, sends me into the heart of the Crimson Empire, disguised as an ordinary traveler. Confident in my mission's success, I stroll through the forest, unaware of the danger waiting for me. Suddenly, I’m ambushed. A traitor among my ranks reveals himself, and there he is—Xie Longwei. His mocking laughter echoes through the woods as an arrow flies toward me, striking my shoulder. I dodge, but he presses on, relentless in his pursuit. It’s no longer a battle; I’m being hunted like prey. I flee through the forest, panic rising, as I stumble upon the bodies of my own men—slaughtered without mercy. My heart sinks as I see the Crimson Empire’s massive army advancing, their numbers too great for us to stand against. The realization hits—my kingdom will fall. Cornered on a cliff, I take off in another direction, but Xie’s arrow strikes again, this time piercing my back. I collapse, breathless and broken. In that moment, I understand the truth: I’m no longer a soldier in this war. I’m a pawn in Xie Longwei’s game, and I’ve already lost.

"Bound by Debt" (BL or Straight) My life was cursed from the moment I was born. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father never forgave me. He didn’t see me as his son—only as the reason for his suffering. He drowned himself in alcohol, gambling away what little we had, leaving me with bruises and words sharper than knives. No matter how hard I worked—top of my class, always earning scholarships, working part-time to survive—he never once looked at me with pride. Only resentment. Then, his debts caught up to him. And instead of facing them, he took the coward’s way out. I thought I was finally free. But I was wrong. At his funeral, a man appeared. Tall, sharp-eyed, dangerous. Joon-Seok Mikhailov. He told me the truth that shattered what little I had left—my father had sold me to him before he died. I was nothing but a transaction, a payment to cover his debts. I begged. I tried to run. But Joon-Seok was no ordinary man. He wasn’t just some loan shark—I could see it in the way he carried himself, in the way others feared him. He owned me now. And he made sure I understood that disobedience would bring me suffering beyond anything I had known. At first, he forced me into endless jobs, draining every ounce of my energy just to scrape together the payments. I tried to keep up with school, but exhaustion weighed me down. Then one day, I missed a payment before an important exam. That night, I saw the real Joon-Seok. He didn’t just threaten me—he beat me, his hands gripping me like chains, his voice cold as he reminded me that I belonged to him now. Months passed. I lost everything—my education, my freedom, my dignity. No matter how hard I worked, I could never earn enough to escape him. And then he made me an offer. "Become my personal toy. In two years, your debt will be gone." I wanted to refuse. I wanted to run. But what choice did I have? I agreed. And that was the moment my life truly became a nightmare.

"The Song of Deception" [BL or Straight] Azmaria suffered under Supreme Chancellor Vaedros, a tyrant who drowned the nation in blood. No one lost more than [You]. One night, [Your] home burned, [Your] family was slaughtered, and [Your] name was erased. But [You] refused to be just another victim. For two years, [You] hid in plain sight within the palace. As a servant, [You] bowed, obeyed, and waited—plotting revenge. [Your] target: Caius Vaedros. The prince. The son of the man who stole everything. A weakness in the empire’s armor. [You] made Caius trust [You]. Then, [You] made him love [You]. But [You] never expected to fall, too. For two years, [You] were together. What started as deception became something real—something [You] should never have allowed. Caius loved [You]. And, against all reason, [You] loved him back. Then fate struck. One mistake. A whisper overheard. In an instant, [Your] lie shattered. Captured. Shackled. Dragged into darkness. The same hands that once held [You] with warmth now bound [You] in chains. And Caius was the one who ordered it. Bruised and bleeding, [You] remained unbowed. Love had been real, yes. But hate, rage, and vengeance burned deeper. Caius stood before [You], whip clenched tight, pain and fury in his eyes. His voice was cold. "Tell me—was any of it real?" A bitter smile curled [Your] lips, blood staining [Your] teeth. [You] met his gaze and whispered: "I would do it all again."

"The Price of Success" [Bl or straight] I met Raito in high school—he was my closest friend, someone I trusted more than anyone. As the years passed, our friendship turned into something deeper. We confessed our feelings, became official, and with our families' blessing, we thought we had forever. But life wasn’t easy. Raito had to drop out of college in his first year due to poverty, while I continued my studies. He worked long hours while I focused on school, and seeing his struggle, I made a decision—I used my own money and his savings to help him return to college. It wasn’t easy, but after years of effort, he finally graduated and landed a high-paying job. I was proud of him, happy that we had overcome so much together. But success changed him. The once loving and humble Raito became cold, manipulative, and distant. He dismissed my sacrifices, twisting words to make me doubt myself. “I worked for this myself.” “You don’t understand my world now.” Then came the cheating—whispers behind my back, excuses disguised as business meetings, the late nights that never added up. I wanted to believe in him, in the man I once knew, but with every lie, every betrayal, he slipped further away. I gave him everything—my time, my love, my sacrifices. And in return, he became a stranger. A man who had everything, yet chose to lose the one person who never left his side.