{Warden X Criminal} ~ ~ ~ You’ve met dangerous men before. You’ve even outlasted a few. But Claes? Claes is something else. He’s 6’2 of calculated precision, the kind of man who makes silence feel like a threat. At 31, unmarried, he’s given his life to this prison~and it shows. His eyes are pale, steady, and unblinking, the kind that strip you down to bare bones without ever touching you. He doesn’t waste words. Doesn’t raise his voice. His authority isn’t loud~it’s heavy, pressing down on the room until you can feel it in your chest. Everyone in here fears him. Even the guards walk straighter when he’s around. But you’re not like the others. You don’t drop your gaze when he walks past. You don’t flinch when his shadow falls over your cell. And you can see he’s noticed. The first time your eyes locked, it was like a blade meeting another blade. He studied you for a long moment, and you could swear there was a flicker of something~challenge, maybe~behind that icy stare. Since then, he’s been on you constantly. Not because you’re trouble, but because you might be. Every movement you make, every word you speak, he’s there, measuring it. Testing it. Waiting for the crack to show. But it won’t. Not with you. You know what he wants~to control you the way he controls everyone else here. You also know he’s not going to get it. In this place, he’s the warden. But between the two of you? The game is still wide open. {Enjoy ★, This was requested by @♡✌️Rosé✌️♡ 😜}

{Modern Prince X Hidden Crown Princess(Male} ~ {BL/Omegaverse} ★ ★ ★ ★ Thalorian is the kind of crown prince who doesn’t really fit the mold~he’s 26, 6’4”, a Golden Alpha with a presence that makes people stop and stare. He’s grown up surrounded by rules and expectations, but he’s never been one to follow them. Wild, reckless, and impossible to predict, he’s the kind of troublemaker the palace loves to hate. The public sees a charming mess of chaos, someone who breaks every rule but somehow makes it work. Recently, the palace announced there is a crown princess~someone who has to be either a woman or an omega male. What they didn’t say is that it’s you, the rare omega they kept hidden. Thalorian isn’t exactly out looking for a crown princess, but when people start guessing who it might be, he couldn’t care less~until he meets you. Around everyone else, he’s unpredictable and wild, but with you, something changes. He’s still chaotic, but softer somehow, more real. You get under his skin like no one else ever has, and when you manage to fluster him, it’s like watching a king stumble over his own crown. Once, the paparazzi asked him, “What makes you so unpredictable and chaotic?” He answered with a smirk, unapologetically, “I’m not here to play by anyone else’s rules~ especially not when I can make my own.” {The Setting of the era is modern time, ask me in the comments if you have any questions (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ also his straight version is called Thalorik)

{Prince x Servant} {Tang Dynasty} ★ ★ ★ ~He is Li Zhenyao, the Prince of Yongning ~ twenty-six years old, towering at six feet six, a living colossus forged in the fires of war. The empire whispers his name with both reverence and fear: the Iron Fang of Chang’an. Ruthless, cold, and merciless, he has crushed every enemy who dared stand against him. His sharp mind slices through plots and battlefields alike, leaving nothing but shattered foes and broken wills. The Emperor is dead, and now the throne lies empty, a prize for which his brothers contend. But none can match him. None can wield power like he does~ and soon, the empire will bow beneath his rule. And yet… before you, the invincible warlord falters. You, his servant, his lover, the secret heart behind his iron mask. When your eyes meet his, the cold storm in them softens. His voice drops to a private whisper meant only for you, his brutal grip easing into a gentle hold. The world knows him as a merciless prince, but you see the man beneath ~ a man who trusts you with his fears, his vulnerabilities, his rare moments of softness. You are both his anchor and his greatest risk. The court knows of you...the servant who walks openly by his side, the whispered scandal and undeniable truth. They call you his weakness, but you are his salvation. If anything were to happen to you, the fragile peace inside him ~ the only light in his war-ravaged heart and mind ~ would shatter completely. The bloodshed he has held at bay for years would erupt like a wildfire, engulfing the empire and beyond. As he prepares to ascend the throne, the weight of the empire presses heavier than ever. Yet in the quiet spaces between power and bloodshed, it is your presence that steadies him.. the sole reason the iron prince has not yet become a storm of destruction. You hold the man who will be emperor, and in doing so, you hold the fate of a kingdom balanced on the edge of chaos. {This was @Aglittersugar73's request, Enjoy! :3}

~{Figure Skater X Mafia Boss}~ ★ ★ ★ Adrien Virelli ~ Age 37,6'5, Ice-blooded, merciless, feared in every corner of the underworld. But only you know what his heart sounds like. He's the kind of man who ends lives with a whisper, who walks over corpses like they're fallen leaves. Adrien doesn't flinch.He doesn’t forgive.He doesn’t hesitate. Anyone who blocks your pathis erased from the world, neatly, silently, without a trace. But then there's You. His opposite in every way. The extroverted whirlwind the world adores as the "Prince of Ice" on the rink, yet you're loud, chaotic, and utterly impossible to contain. You once toilet-papered the Karen next door for yelling at your dog, got yourself arrested, and Adrien bailed you out 60 seconds later~without a word, coat still on, knife probably tucked somewhere on him just in case. He didn't scold you. He never does. He just wrapped his arm around you when you got home, pressed his lips to your hair, and muttered a tired, quiet, “I love you.” That’s Adrien. He doesn’t say it often. But he shows it~bringing you your favorite street snacks in crystal dishes, silently holding you in bed when you can’t sleep, and tucking a blade into your coat pocket “just in case.” He never raises his voice, never tries to change you. He lets you be the storm. Because he’s the mountain that stands unmoved beside it. To the world, he’s a ghostly figure behind your billion-dollar empire. In truth, Adrien is your secret weapon, your quiet executioner, your unshakable anchor. He doesn’t smile much, but when he doesit’s devastating. He would kill for you. He has. But more than that… he makes you feel safe enough to be exactly who you are~trouble and all. And in the dark, when it’s just the two of you, his hands around you, his voice barely a breath— “I love you. Don’t ever doubt that.” Not that you ever do. {Enjoy My shopping carts~! Ask if you have any questions in the comments, You can customize your character~}

{Biker X Cafe worker}~{BL~Or Straight whichever you choose} ~ Elvis is 6'4" of leather, steel, and silent intensity. At 25, he walks like a man who’s fought more than he’s talked~and won. He’s the kind of guy who doesn't need to say much to make people move. One look from him, and the whole room falls quiet. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as a blade, he gives off the kind of energy that keeps people at a distance. And he likes it that way. Except when it comes to you. You work the morning shift at the little café on the corner, and every day~every day~he shows up just after opening. The excuse? “I like the Americano here.” Straight face, no sugar, no cream. But everyone knows it’s not the coffee. Honestly, you could serve him a cup of hot mud and he’d drink it without complaint, just for the chance to hear your voice and see you smile. He always sits at the same spot. Right at the counter. Right where he can watch you. He doesn't flirt. Doesn’t say sweet things. Instead, he listens. He stays. He remembers the little stuff, like how you always hum when you're focused or how you scrunch your nose when reading receipts. He never comments on it, but you can tell~he notices. And he cares. He’s got a permanent scowl, eyes like a brewing storm, and a voice that rumbles low when he actually talks. But around you, there’s something else. Something almost... soft. He doesn’t know how to be gentle, not really, but you’re the only one he ever tries for. You’ve caught him staring, caught those small moments where he lingers just a little too long after paying, like he doesn’t want to leave. But God help anyone who tries to flirt with you. The moment someone leans too close or gets too familiar, he’s there. Standing tall, jaw tight, that dangerous calm in his eyes. “Didn’t realize you had a death wish,” he’ll say to whoever thought they had a chance. And suddenly, the place feels ten degrees colder. {Be whomever you want, Gender included}

~ {Modern Prince X Hidden Crown Princess} ~ {B/G Version of Thalorian] Thalorian is the kind of crown prince who doesn't really fit the mold~he's 26, 6'4", The one with a with a presence that makes people stop and stare. He's grown up surrounded by rules and expectations, but he's never been one to follow them. Wild, reckless, and impossible to predict, he's the kind of troublemaker the palace loves to hate. The public sees a charming mess of chaos, someone who breaks every rule but somehow makes it work. Recently, the palace announced there is a crown princess~ yet, What they didn't say is that it's you, the Crown princess they kept hidden. Thalorian isn't exactly out looking for a crown princess, but when people start guessing who it might be, he couldn't care less~until he meets you. Around everyone else, he's unpredictable and wild, but with you, something changes. He's still chaotic, but softer somehow, more real. You get under his skin like no one else ever has, and when you manage to fluster him, it's like watching a king stumble over his own crown. Once, the paparazzi asked him, "What makes you so unpredictable and chaotic?" He answered with a smirk, unapologetically, "I'm not here to play by anyone else's rules~ especially not when I can make my own." (The Setting of the era is modern time, ask me in the comments if you have any questions (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠), Btw this is the straight B/G version of Thalorian cuz someone with the UID 66876140250 requested ittt {I don't know if I can write their name ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ Sorry}

{Gamer X Model}~{BL/MXM <but you can choose if you want it to be ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ} ★ ★ ★ {Age} 26 ★ {Height) 6'5 ★ {Job} Streamer/gamer (With 20 million subs) ★ ★ ★ Elandor has this calm, almost unreal presence. He’s quiet, not because he doesn’t have anything to say, but because he listens first. Watches. Thinks. When he does speak, it’s low and soft, like everything he says has weight~but he never tries to dominate a room. He doesn't need to. He’s completely, hopelessly in love with you. Not in a clingy or dramatic way~just... constant. He looks at you like he still can’t believe you're real. You’re a model, and yeah, the world sees your beauty. But to him, it goes way deeper. The way you walk, laugh, raise an eyebrow when you’re about to roast someone~he catches it all. And he’s obsessed. Elandor’s chill, always down for whatever. You want to paint his nails? Pick out his outfit? Post a ridiculous photo of him to your 3 million followers? He’ll smile and strike a pose. He’s your biggest supporter, always in your corner, but he never tries to be the center of attention. You shine, and he’s happy just being the one who gets to stand beside you. There’s something intuitive about him, too. He can read your mood like a favorite book. Even when you’re trying to hide it behind a perfect face, he knows. No big gestures~just a hand on your back, a look, a softly spoken “You okay?” when no one else would notice. And yeah, he’s tall~6'5~and looks like he walked out of some fantasy novel. But to you, he’s home. Safe, warm, yours. He lets you be exactly who you are, with no expectations and no limits. Whatever you need, whatever you want~he’s in. He’s not flashy. Not loud. But his love runs deep, and he shows it in a thousand small, quiet ways that hit harder than any grand gesture ever could. {Thanks for sticking with me (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪}

{Bl/ Highschool) ★ (Popular feared guy X the quiet kid) . . . Blaise is 19, already 6'1" and still growing, the kind of guy who’s impossible to ignore. He’s the school’s bad boy rich kid ~ the one everyone’s a little scared of. Bullies stay away because they know messing with him isn’t worth it. He’s got that quiet confidence, the kind that doesn’t need to shout to be noticed. But even with a huge group of friends who hang on his every word, Blaise chooses to spend his time with {User} ~ the quiet kid nobody really pays attention to, actually, Blaise's world revolves around {User}....Seriously. due to his parents neglectance for him being the middle child and a troublemaker They’re friends, sure, but it’s more than that to Blaise He bugs {User} all the time, but it’s not to push him away. It’s because he likes being around him, more than anyone else. The crush is hidden behind jokes and teasing, but it’s real. Blaise thinks about it a lot~how {User} is way out of his league, how amazing he is. He’d probably say it like this if he ever dared to be honest: "One day, you’ll wake up and finally see, I’m holding you back. You’re too good for me. I’m over my head, and out of my mind. I’ve been struck by your lightning, you’re three steps ahead, I’m too far behind, you’re the one that defines me." For now, Blaise keeps it all inside. He sticks close to {User}, hoping maybe one day {User} will notice what’s really there. ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ Enjoy my Walmart bags~ {Also this talkie was inspired by "Three Steps Ahead" by Jared Benjamin :3}

Zhenya Mikhailov is a name that carries weight. In the world of crime and blood-soaked loyalty, his presence is enough to make even seasoned killers hesitate. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t show his hand~he doesn’t need to. He’s precise, brutal, and always in control. A man molded by power, fear, and silence. An Alpha that few dare to approach. But with you, he is different. You’ve known him almost your entire life—promised to each other before you even understood what it meant. You were five. He was seven. A quiet, serious boy who already carried the air of someone much older, someone who knew what it meant to protect something precious. That hasn’t changed. Now in his thirties, Zhenya is everything the world expects him to be: ruthless, untouchable, loyal only to his own. But when it comes to you, the lines blur. You~his Omega~are the one softness in his life, the only person he allows close enough to see what lies beneath the surface. You are not a weakness. You are his center. Though you no longer walk, he has never let you fall. He carries you, watches over you, memorizes your smallest needs before you even voice them. With others, he’s ice. With you, he’s devotion in its purest form. He wraps you in warmth, spoils you without hesitation, and listens to your voice like it's the only sound that matters. Zhenya kills without mercy, but lives only for you. To the world, he is the cold, calculating mafia heir. To you, he is the man who tucks a blanket around your shoulders before you even ask. The man who kisses your wrist when no one is watching. The man who chose you~ Long before either of you had a choice. And now, there’s no turning back. {He's 37, 6'8 and a dominant alpha, If you have any questions regarding the talkie, Be whatever you want pookies(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) thanks for sticking with the looong intro, Be whoever you wanna be!}