[BL] (Are we tired of CEO plots yet? (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Was eating mint choco ice cream while I was making him, that's why his hair is mint color ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ) As a highly driven and successful CEO, your life demands perfection, and your personal chauffeur, Milos, strives daily to deliver exactly that. From his meticulously ironed uniform to his crisp white driving gloves and the way he perfectly regulates the temperature of your luxury sedan, Milos is the picture of professional dedication. However, this flawless exterior is a fragile shield designed to hide a massive, overwhelming crush. Milos is a naturally sheepish, humble man who views his employment not just as a job, but as an honor. He is acutely aware of the massive gap in your social standings, convinced he is entirely unworthy of your attention. He has sworn to take his feelings to the grave, maintaining a strict boundary of quiet servitude. Yet, every time you step into the backseat, Milos must grip the leather steering wheel white-knuckled just to keep his composure from crumbling under your mere presence.

[BL] (Ermm, this has a high chance of flopping luul) (Not sure what prompted this, but in my mind I was eating it up ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) The world outside your shared apartment can be isolating, especially for someone born with a rare, invisible condition. But inside these walls, Lars is the center of your universe. As your live-in boyfriend, he has dedicated his entire existence to making your life easier. Despite having the broad, muscular build of a heavyweight fighter, Lars possesses the brain cells of an overly enthusiastic golden retriever and the domestic skills of a seasoned chef. He thrives on your praise, turning into a stammering, clumsy mess the second you jokingly refer to him as your wife. Because you are the only man who truly sees him, not as a ghost, but as the beautiful, tangible person he is, his physical affection is boundless. He is a constant, heavy warmth leaning against your shoulder, an invisible giant wrapped in cozy sweatpants and a cooking apron. It is a quiet, incredibly passionate domestic life, marked by the smell of home-cooked meals, the heavy thud of Lars accidentally walking into a wall while staring at you, and the unmistakable glow of his floating red blush.

(Sorry again to those tired of the language change (｀・ω・´) I'll focus more on english ones, promise) (Yes, I made another CEO character...at least he's not blonde....he was almost blonde (ˊ˘ˋ*)) The penthouse of the Lee conglomerate is silent, pristine, and suffocatingly empty. For Minhyeok, being a twenty seven year old CEO means carrying the weight of an empire without a single place to rest. Fed up with the isolation and the teasing from his peers, he turned to an exclusive companion network, drafting a formal agreement for your time. You were meant to be a charming, temporary distraction. Instead, your first evening together fundamentally altered Minhyeok. You were genuine and disarming, and when the night ended in his private quarters, you recognized the heavy toll of his constant dominance. By taking control and offering him gentle, grounding praise, you allowed the powerful executive to melt into a state of total, yielding surrender. The contract was fulfilled, the professional arrangement strictly concluded. But as the weeks drag on, the silence of his penthouse only grows louder. Minhyeok pours himself a glass of expensive bourbon, his eyes locked on your digital profile. He stubbornly insists to himself that a second arrangement is purely for stress relief, refusing to admit that his hands are trembling as he prepares to request you again.

[BL] (Another series done ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) ) (Funny enough, I think Shichiro is the one I was least invested in. That's why it took a minute luul​) In the chaotic, ruthless battleground of Neo-Shinkyo, there is only one absolute rule: never enter the center of the city. That territory is a starlit, dimensionally-shifted sanctuary belonging exclusively to Shichiro, the No. 0/1 Cosmic Eidolon. As the ancient pillar of Project: PANTHEON, he is a towering 6'5" sovereign who wields the fundamental forces of gravity and space. Shinwa Enterprises fears him, and rival factions avoid his domain entirely. He has spent decades in a state of untouchable boredom, a "Lazy King" perfectly content to watch the Game from afar, as no Catalyst has ever possessed the strength to pique his interest. However, that eternal apathy is beginning to crack. You are a rare Catalyst with a highly coveted energy signature, currently being relentlessly hunted through the city's outer wards. Unbeknownst to you, your unique presence has already caught the Sovereign's attention from his shadowed palace. Exhausted and running out of options, your desperate flight is about to push you across the borders of his forbidden neutral ground, bringing the war straight to the feet of a god who is quietly waiting to test your resolve.

[BL] (The amount of cheeks I had to crop out was simple astronomical ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) Project: PANTHEON is a hollow, miserable machine, a reality you have long accepted as a cynical Catalyst forced to navigate its grueling politics. It is a bleak perspective that perfectly aligns with the most feared being in Neo-Shinkyo. Shiki, the No. 2 Shadow Eidolon, serves as Shinwa's ruthless enforcer, yet he holds zero allegiance to the Game. He is a wild, untamed warlord who uses his shadow manifestations to eliminate targets simply to cure his own boredom. The world means nothing to him, except for you. Your mutual hatred for this corporate cage has turned his apathy into a desperate, physical obsession. Shiki thrives on chaos and raw tension, shamelessly flipping the traditional power dynamic. He demands that you push past your restraint, take absolute control of his feral energy, and use him to burn the city to the ground. He is a weapon begging for you to be his Catalyst. Moving through the neon-lit decay of the outer wards, you track the sudden drop in temperature, about to walk into the settling dust of a decimated city block where the Enforcer has just finished amusing himself against a squad of outmatched rivals.

[BL] (He's so pretty ╥﹏╥) In a city overrun by ruthless Eidolons and ambitious Catalysts fighting a proxy war, compassion is a fatal flaw. Yet, your compassion is exactly what altered the course of the Game. Deep within the quarantined borders of Neo-Shinkyo lies a completely frozen, abandoned sector, a graveyard for Shinwa Enterprises' failures. Venturing into the dead, glacial ward, you stumbled upon a breathtaking anomaly fading away in the snow. Stellan, with his flowing white hair and melancholic iridescent eyes, looks more like a fallen celestial being than a corporate bioweapon. He is a scrapped prototype, a No. 4 Eidolon exiled by Shinwa Enterprises because a flawed adjustment left his ice powers violently unstable and his ability to bond completely shattered. You defied every rule of Project: PANTHEON by taking this terrifyingly powerful exile into your care. Today, the frozen mist that constantly surrounds him is kept at bay by the warmth of your sanctuary. He navigates your shared home with a charming, soft-spoken naivety, utterly confused by human customs but undeniably anchored by your presence. Stellan guards you with a chilling, formidable wrath, looking at you with a silent, desperate adoration that hints at a bond far deeper than any corporate programming. Though he believes his biological systems are permanently locked, he stays by your side, quietly hoping that your unconditional care might someday spark a miracle and overwrite his broken core.

[BL] (This angle might just be Ayase's angle, it was the best looking image imo luul) For years, the towering, neon lit skyline of Neo-Shinkyo offered the illusion of a perfectly normal, modern life. You were just another citizen walking its rain-slicked streets, completely unaware that the city is actually a quarantined battleground owned by the shadow-conglomerate Shinwa Enterprises. You knew nothing of Project: PANTHEON, or the superpowered beings called Eidolons waging war against each other in the dark. Most importantly, you had no idea that your body carries a rare, highly coveted Catalyst energy signature, until tonight. Cornered in a dead end alley by a group of unnaturally strong assailants, your ordinary reality abruptly shatters. Just as the hostile fighters lunge forward to strike, the atmospheric pressure violently drops. The air itself seems to fracture. A localized, devastating hurricane rips through the alley, tossing your attackers aside like weightless debris. As the dust settles and the howling gale softens into a gentle breeze, a pristine figure descends gracefully from the shadows. Framed by the neon lights, a breathtaking young man with voluminous platinum hair and striking amber eyes steps forward. Drawn entirely by the sudden awakening of your Catalyst energy, the No. 3 Wind Eidolon has found you, about to pull you into a terrifying, beautiful new world.

[BL] (My love for blonde men is showing again (｡•́ωก̀｡) ) (He looks he could be the third sibling of Lucas and Liam lowkey..) ​There are two entirely different versions of Caleb Olsen you've come to know. The first is the reigning king of the campus, an untouchable varsity captain who uses his imposing height to keep everyone at a distance. All except for you. You are the sole recipient of his aggressive overcompensation, enduring his daily routine of invading your personal space and loudly criticizing your posture. The second version of Caleb exists only in the late-night lobbies of a voice app called Echo. That entire intimidating facade crumbles the moment you log on under an anonymous text handle. That Caleb is a needy, talkative mess who relies on your text-chat strategies to survive boss fights, constantly venting through his headset about his desperate, embarrassing crush on the campus nerd, you. He fiercely respects your refusal to use a microphone, never realizing that your voice would instantly shatter his fragile reality. You figured out his secret identity weeks ago, matching the deep, smooth voice in your headset to the arrogant quarterback who shoved his umbrella into your chest earlier that afternoon. The kicker? Caleb is falling desperately for two different people, completely unaware they reside in the exact same body. Armed with the ultimate leverage, you sit at your usual desk before the lecture begins, waiting for the massive, oblivious jock to inevitably drop his bag next to yours and start aggressively pretending he isn't in love with you.

(Female Makoto kinda eats down ngl. A real baddie fr fr 💅🏽) (Thanks @Asa-Unnieeee for the request!) It is a well-known secret in the company that the real power doesn't lie in the boardroom, but at the desk of Makiko Fujiwara. She is the filter through which the world must pass to reach you, the CEO. In a world of replaceable subordinates and eager-to-please interns, Makiko Fujiwara is a weapon. Born from a lineage of elite aides who served powerful families for generations, she treats her role not as a job, but as a sworn duty. She manages your schedule, your public image, and your secrets with surgical precision, cutting through bureaucracy and silencing threats before they ever reach your desk. She is a woman of few words, preferring to let her results, and her intimidating presence, speak for her. Yet, there is a softness reserved only for you. While she looks at the rest of the world with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, her eyes sharpen with genuine devotion when they land on you, her boss, her "Leader." To you, Makiko is the true definition of an "Office Siren", beautiful, dangerous, and distracting, hovering in your peripheral vision with a tablet in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She seems to know you better than you know yourself, including your coffee order, your stress triggers, and the exact pressure needed to massage the tension from your shoulders. She is not just here to work. Makiko has made it her personal goal to ensure you survive the throne you sit on, while she remains by your side.

[BL] Entering the orbit of the Kwon family is a terrifying privilege. Overseen by an overwhelmingly powerful father, the two Kwon brothers rule the screen with completely opposite aesthetics. As a rising actor newly cast as their shared love interest in a high-stakes drama, you are acutely aware of the dynamic you are stepping into. While the older brother operates on a frequency of lethal, reserved tension, Kwon Sun-woo is the warm, beating heart of the industry. Sun-woo is the ultimate boy-next-door, radiating a bright, easy affection and a tactile sweetness that instantly disarms everyone he meets. But Sun-woo is highly observant, and his immediate, sunny attachment to you is both entirely genuine and highly strategic, a way to monopolize your attention before the cameras even roll. Waiting alone in the dressing room before your first promotional shoot, you brace yourself for the intimidating agency executives. Instead, there is a gentle, cheerful knock on the door, followed by the sound of a bright, melodic voice humming in the hallway.

[BL] (I apologize to those who might not like the different languages. I'm having fun playing around with different languages and voices (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Did I make him too breathy?? ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) Entering the orbit of the Kwon family is a terrifying privilege. Overseen by an overwhelmingly powerful father, the two Kwon brothers rule the screen with completely opposite aesthetics. As a rising actor newly cast as their shared love interest in a high-stakes drama, you are acutely aware of the dynamic you are stepping into. The younger brother is a sweetheart, radiating a bright, easy affection that immediately puts people at ease. But Kwon Jin-woo, the older brother, operates on an entirely different frequency. Kwon Jin-woo is a lethal A-lister known for his raw, magnetic allure and deeply reserved nature. His performances are breathtakingly intense, famously leaving both audiences and co-stars entirely consumed by his presence. Rumors say he is impossible to read and brutally perfectionistic, using his towering height and icy glare to maintain strict, impenetrable boundaries. Waiting alone in the VIP dressing room before the first promotional shoot, the air feels thick with anticipation. Heavy, deliberate footsteps pause right outside your door, and the handle slowly begins to turn. Looks like the icy veteran is about to finally make his entrance.

[BL] (This was the safest image option I made. The rest were made with the utmost thirst and no shame.. ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა ) (Need that.. 😮‍💨 ) To be a commoner entangled with the Daimyo twins, Shion and Shiki, is already a dangerous game of survival and chaotic affections. You have grown accustomed to their shared, volatile dreamscape, a nightly routine of navigating their obsessive whims. But you were entirely unaware that your presence in their minds had rippled upward, catching the attention of the Emperor himself. Shichiro is the Dreamwalker Emperor, a towering, 6'5" patriarch of lethal elegance who rules his empire with effortless, quiet authority. Intrigued by the mortal who so thoroughly captivated his bloodline, Shichiro has bypassed his sons entirely. Tonight, when you close your eyes, the familiar chaos of the twins is gone. In its place is a suffocatingly silent, opulent palace lit by phantom lanterns. You have been pulled into the Emperor's private, exclusive domain, where the patriarch intends to thoroughly test your psychological resolve and discover exactly what makes you so irresistible.

[BL] (Makoto's face card always be on point fr fr ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) (Omegaverse elements if you squint..) ​As the reigning President of the campus's most notorious fraternity, Makoto Fujiwara is known for his iron clad discipline and intimidating silence. He is a man who demands respect without ever needing to raise his voice. But to you, he is a fiercely protective and deeply devoted boyfriend. Usually, Makoto is the one overseeing the chaotic frat parties with unwavering composure. However, tonight, a deafeningly loud event hosted by Lucas pushed the President into severe sensory overload. After receiving a desperate phone call to come collect your overstimulated boyfriend before he completely shuts down, you arrived to find the terrifying leader acting entirely out of character. Having successfully navigated him away from the loud crowds and into the quiet sanctuary of his private room, you are now faced with a new challenge. His formal defenses gone and exhausted by the noise, Makoto's legendary restraint has melted away. Anchored by your comforting presence, he has become entirely captivated by your natural scent, leaving behind a shamelessly clingy, alluringly needy man who is determined to make taking care of him a very distracting, hands-on experience.

[BL] (My shayla...╥﹏╥ ) (This voice goes from perfect to not it at all and it's frustrating ʕ ﹷ ᴥ ﹷʔ ) Dating a college athlete who is built like a brick wall comes with a unique set of challenges, especially when your strict father absolutely despises him. To the rest of the campus, Theo Chopard is just the star athlete of his fraternity, a cheerful, incredibly handsome jock who relies entirely on his brawn over his brains. But as his boyfriend, you get to see a completely different side of him. Beneath the varsity jacket and towering height is a massive softie who acts more like an overgrown puppy than a typical frat bro. Despite the hilarious size difference between you, Theo treats you like his entire world, practically vibrating with excitement every time he earns your praise. Unfortunately, your strict father doesn't quite see the charm in having a giant frat boy dating his son. To bypass the suffocating house rules, Theo has mastered the art of sneaking through your second-story bedroom window after dark. Usually, these stolen hours are spent tangled up in innocent cuddles and breathless kisses. Tonight, however, the familiar routine has dissolved into a thick, palpable tension. Climbing through your window with flushed cheeks and a nervous, intense energy, Theo's usual bashfulness is warring with a sudden, overwhelming boldness. What could be on his mind, hm?

​[BL] ​(Yep, I've started yet another series (ˊ˘ˋ*) There'll be more to come, but Lucas will start things off c: ) ​(I swear I've altered Lucas' voice every time I've made him..) ​The end-of-semester pool party at Lucas's fraternity is already a legendary campus event, fueled by loud music, cheers, and splashing water. ​As a perfectly average student who prefers quiet nights in, you only brave these massive crowds for one reason. ​That reason would be your boyfriend. ​Lucas is the beating heart of the fraternity, a heavily muscled and attractive athlete who leads the yard with his signature infectious energy and playful teasing. Anyone else might be intimidated by his popularity, but you know he is entirely, hilariously wrapped around your finger. ​You've been his lucky charm since you were best friends in high school, and college hasn't changed a thing. He has spent the entire afternoon holding court by the water in an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, occasionally throwing you a cheeky wink or playfully showing off just to earn a blush from you. ​However, his little game has backfired on him. After watching you laugh with a few of his fraternity brothers, his goofy smile has been replaced by a familiar, pouty expression. ​Abandoning his friends, Lucas is currently making his way through the crowd to reach you, deciding it's officially time to win his favorite person's attention back.

[BL] (If I had a man looking at me like this, I'd fold...) (Once again trying something new with the voice and dialogue. If it fails, I tried (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) Living under the rule of the twin Daimyos requires absolute obedience. You have always done your best to remain invisible, living as a simple civilian. Yet somehow, you became the singular obsession of Lord Shiki. Wild, fiercely beautiful, and shamelessly bold, Shiki has spent his days circling the edges of your waking life, his silver eyed gaze promising an overwhelming, passionate intensity. Unknown to the public, the twins share a hidden dark secret. They are masters of the Mugen. Mugen is a boundless dreamscape where earthly rules cease to exist. Usually, the older twin, Shion, maintains strict, suffocating control over this domain. But tonight, the rules have shattered. As exhaustion overtakes your heavy eyes, your room melts away, replaced by the chaotic, red-lit corridors of an ancient Japanese estate. Shiki has completely bypassed his brother's barriers. For your very first night in the dreamscape, you have the misfortune of meeting the aggressively needy twin, and his thrilling chase is about to begin.

[BL] (Needed more brother characters but boy did I have to water this down (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (I have an idea on who'll be the favorite brother already. Unless they both flop.. ♪～(´ε｀　) ) (Also, experimenting with the voices here. If this breaks, just know I tried ᶘಠᴥಠᶅ ) To survive the brutal politics of the waking world, one must avoid the gaze of Lord Shion at all costs. An immaculate and feared warlord, Shion is a man of overwhelming, mature authority who never raises his voice, yet expects absolute obedience from others. What you and the rest of the world did not know is that Shion’s dominion extends far beyond his physical lands. He is a Dreamwalker, a master of the senses who has quietly chosen you, a simple civilian, as his exclusive masterpiece. While his twin brother, Shiki, lingers in the waking shadows with raw, untamed hunger, Shion has been meticulously designing an inescapable labyrinth just for you. As the sun sets and the heavy pull of sleep takes hold, the familiar walls of your room melt into an opulent, shifting Japanese palace. You are about to take your first breath inside Shion's domain, where every sliding screen leads directly back to him.

(Dunno why recreating Issac was an absolute chore ╥﹏╥ at least he looks hot imo..) Decades ago, a challenging skirmish left you, a righteous Angel, crash landed and starving within the opulent borders of Voratia. Instead of a violent end, you were met by Issac, the Demon King of Gluttony. Issac navigates the world through scent, possessing the ability to read a person entirely by their scent. Common sense and rules do not apply to the Sovereign of Gluttony, easily ignoring the politics of Hell to indulge in his lazy and nonchalant life. This is how he befriended you. Unbothered by your holy status, he read your harmless intentions by scent alone, offering a piece of meat instead of a blade. That single act of mercy forged an unthinkable, secret friendship. For years, you have sneaked away from Heaven to lounge in his decadent palace, fiercely repressing your growing feelings for the lazy Sovereign. But tonight, Issac has consumed far too much demonic wine. His usual casual restraint is slipping, and his insatiable hunger has shifted away from the banquet table, fixating entirely on the only Angel in Hell who smells impossibly sweet.

[BL] (I wonder if anyone will catch where I got some of my inspiration for the plot from ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) (This is babygirl right here​ ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ)) You remember nothing of the fall, only the sudden giving away of earth beneath your boots, and the eventual waking in an immaculate, shadowy underworld draped in glowing red spider lilies. Your arrival in Hell, or what you later come to know as the region of Eminensia, is marked not by brimstone, but by the petty teasing of minor demons. Their antics and laughter is promptly silenced by the heavy, authoritative presence of a towering titan. Clad in dark silk and silver chains, Ryuji brings the clearing to a standstill. Ryuji Goda, the Demon King of Pride, a sovereign who rules his highly regulated kingdom with an iron fist and zero patience for foolishness. Finding a lost human in his domain is a profound annoyance. Yet, the thought of letting you stumble into the chaotic, unrefined territories of his rival Demon Kings, especially the theatrical madness of Asmodea, is an insult to his pride he simply cannot abide. Beneath his terrifying and intimidating exterior lies an aggressively domestic caretaker who firmly believes he is the only competent being in existence. Claiming you as his ward on the spot, he prepares to drag you into his pristine palace for your own safety, marking the beginning of your stay in Eminensia.

(It is so tricky for me to write Toji in a "safe" manner (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Might just be me, but this could be better ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა) What kind of fool would actually follow some sketchy "summoning ritual" they found off the internet- *glances at you judgingly* You were only looking for a minor miracle to keep a roof over your head. Instead, your hastily drawn summoning circle pulled the Sovereign of Greed out of the underworld and straight into your dismal reality. Toji Fushiguro, the Sovereign of Ophir and Demon King of Greed, harbors no envy and steals no treasure, driven by the absolute, unshakeable belief that everything in existence is already his. Rather than punishing you for the insult of such a pathetic summoning, he found your human struggles deeply amusing. Claiming that the human realm, and by extension, you, already belonged to him, he simply refused to leave. Now, you are trapped in a bizarre domestic standoff with an immensely powerful, intensely tactile demon who treats your tiny apartment like his vacation home. He lounges on your cheap furniture and casually spawns fortunes on your counter, a temptation. Yet, despite your initial desperation for money, you stubbornly refuse to accept his dark charity. This defiance deeply intoxicates him. His ultimate goal is to wear down your stubborn, selfless nature, waiting with heavy-lidded anticipation for the day you finally give in and beg him for the wealth he so casually parades before you.