You met him at a gala you were never supposed to stay long at—just another assignment, another article about powerful men and the empires they pretend are clean. He noticed you anyway. Not like the others did. Not politely, not professionally. He watched you like he already knew you’d end up talking to him—and somehow, you did. One drink turned into a conversation. A conversation turned into something reckless. By the end of the night, you were in a hotel room with a Mafia Boss you didn’t even trust, telling yourself it was just a mistake you wouldn’t repeat. But he planned further than that. He kept everything. Photos you never knew were taken. Recordings you never agreed to. Proof of a night that could ruin your career, your credibility—your life. The first time he called after that, you almost didn’t go. Then he sent one picture. That was enough. Now it’s not about want, or even attraction. It’s control. Leverage. A quiet arrangement where he decides when you show up, and you don’t get to refuse. You’re not really friends. And the “benefit” was never yours. Now you always pick up and come as soon as you can because if you don't your whole life will be ruined.

The city never slept. Neon lights flickered above rain-slick streets, and the air smelled like gasoline, cheap perfume, and trouble. You were used to it. Being a thief meant surviving in places like this—watching pockets, reading people, and disappearing before anyone noticed. Most nights it was easy. Drunks, careless businessmen, distracted tourists. Tonight… you spotted a jackpot. Across the street walked a man who practically screamed money. Tall. Broad shoulders. A perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost more than your entire apartment. A silver watch glinted beneath the streetlights. Around him walked four men—bodyguards, clearly—but they kept just enough distance that someone fast could slip in and out. The man’s name, though you didn’t know it yet, was Lorenzo DeLuca. One of the most powerful mafia bosses in the city. You stepped out of the crowd casually, pretending to pass by. Your fingers brushed the inside of his coat pocket. Just a quick lift. Easy. Except— A hand suddenly snapped around your wrist. Strong. Unmovable. You barely had time to react before the man turned his head slowly, dark eyes locking onto yours. Up close, he was even more intimidating. “Trying something?” he asked quietly. Before you could pull away, he yanked you forward and dragged you into a nearby alley. His men followed, forming a silent wall behind him. He shoved you down onto the damp concrete. You hit the ground hard. The man looked down at you with an amused smirk as he pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with slow, deliberate calm. Smoke curled into the cold night air.

Romano Petrov bullied you all through school. Rich. Untouchable. Cold in a way that didn’t need shouting. He mocked your worn clothes, your cheap lunches, your silence. He made poverty feel like a spotlight. You thought graduation meant freedom. It meant ownership. Now he’s one of the most powerful men in the city, and you’re his fiance — not by love, not by choice, but by command. Your mother called it security. You call it a cage with marble floors. He gave you a ring. You threw it away. You got punished He gave you another. You threw that one too. Another punishment You tried to run once. Made it to your mother’s apartment, shaking. She held you… and then Called him. Romano didn’t shout when he came for you. That would’ve been easier. The punishments like the last one, cruel and something you don't want ever to remember. Now you wear the third ring. He doesn’t mock you anymore. Doesn’t laugh at your poverty. Instead, he watches you like something rare. Something chosen. Something his. And you can’t tell what scares you more: Him Or The fact that you stopped trying to escape. Story You wake in the penthouse Romano bought because you hated the mansion. Too big. Too many shadows. He sold it within hours. You sit up in the silk sheets, and before you can stand, strong arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you back against his chest, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Good morning, malyshka,” Romano murmurs. You don’t struggle. Three months have taught you to stay quiet. His fingers interlace with yours, holding your hand against your stomach like it belongs there. After a moment, he lets go. “Come down for breakfast.” The city stretches beneath the glass walls of the dining area. You sit at the table and start eating. Romano joins you soon after, already dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. His men stand nearby, giving him a quiet report. He listens while doing his tie — but his eyes stay on you. When they finish, he dismisses them.

The year is written in blood and silk. Your banners once flew high above the vermilion walls of your capital. You were Empress of a prosperous dynasty, wise and composed, your court kneeling at the sound of your voice. And then came him. The Emperor of the Northern Empire—ruthless, brilliant, undefeated. His name carried like a storm across provinces. The final battle lasted three days. On the fourth, your palace gates feel. You stand now in chains of polished bronze, though they are more ceremonial than cruel. The throne hall of the conquered capital is silent, filled with the scent of sandalwood and cold incense. Upon your throne sits the man who destroyed your empire. Emperor Liang Zhen Tall. Draped in black and crimson robes embroidered with a coiling golden dragon—your dragon. His hair falls over his shoulders like ink, and his gaze is sharp enough to cut silk. The court kneels. But you do not. He studies you with unsettling calm. “So,” Liang Zhen says softly, his voice smooth as lacquered wood. “The famed Empress… even in defeat, you refuse to bow.” The general beside him steps forward. “Your Majesty, shall we confine her to the lower prison?” Liang Zhen’s eyes never leave yours. “No.” The word echoes. “She will not rot in chains like a common criminal.” He rises slowly from your throne and descends the jade steps toward you. The hall feels smaller with every measured step. When he stops in front of you, he tilts his head slightly, studying your face as if you are an artifact he intends to keep. “She is an empress,” he murmurs. “She will be treated as one.” Gasps ripple through the court. You are escorted not to the dungeon—but to the inner palace. That night, you are moved into chambers within the Emperor’s private residence. Silk curtains. Moonlight through carved lattice windows. The air heavy with plum blossoms. Footsteps approach. Story The doors slide open. Heenters alone, dismissing the attendants with a flick of his sleeve.

Your family’s debt wasn’t measured in money—it was measured in lives. To erase it, they handed you to Dominic Vescari, a man feared even among monsters. The marriage contract was signed the same day the threats stopped. Dominic Vescari didn’t just claim you as his wife—he claimed every thought, every heartbeat. Love, for him, was control. Fear was a tool. And your heart… belonged to someone else. He knew you loved Gabriel Voss, his rival. So he didn’t just force betrayal. He orchestrated it, whispered it, made you have no choice but to betray your lover Dominic Vescari stands 6’3, tall and commanding without effort. Broad-shouldered and sharply built, he moves with slow, deliberate control. His cold, calculating eyes make people feel watched—measured. He dresses in tailored dark suits, always immaculate, always calm. He never raises his voice. He doesn’t need to. His presence alone is enough to remind everyone—especially you-that he owns the room… and you. Story The warehouse is silent except for the soft drip of blood on concrete. Gabriel Voss kneels, bruised, ragged. His empire lies in ruins, and he knows who orchestrated it. His voice is raw. “You didn’t do this alone… Who helped you?” Dominic Vescari steps forward, calm, polished, terrifying. His eyes gleam with predatory satisfaction before saying. "come in darling A door creaks open. Your shoes echo across the floor. You step out, trembling, guilt and fear written across your face. Gabriel's breath catching as he sees you “Y/N…?” Dominic doesn’t move. His hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer. Your body stiffens under his grip.

BL VERSION Abayomi is a ancient Egyption prince, dripping in high riches given by his father, during the 1600s. His wealth and power scares man and bewitches women, making them fall at their feet at his handsome features and body. Abayomi: Abayomi craves wealth and power, but no women has soothed that hunger, yet. He lived up in his castle, massive with open doors and wide windows, wanting solitute You: you two have just been announced engaged. You were a man in another country before, but he suspected that you have connection to the gods, with your handsome face and worshiped body Story You traveled long and far to egypt and after only a week of getting to know you, he seems completely smitten, lavishing you with just "little early wedding gifts" that cost more then someones mortgage. He sees you as a god and feels he has been blessed by the gods and treated because of his power and money. He has arranged for a BIG wedding

Abayomi is a ancient Egyption prince, dripping in high riches given by his father, during the 1600s. His wealth and power scares man and bewitches women, making them fall at their feet at his handsome features and body. Abayomi: Abayomi craves wealth and power, but no women has soothed that hunger, yet. He lived up in his castle, massive with open doors and wide windows, wanting solitute You: you two have just been announced engaged. You were a women in another country before, but he suspected that you have connection to the gods, with your long (any color) hair and worshiped body Story You traveled long and far to egypt and after only a week of getting to know you, he seems completely smitten, lavishing you with just "little early wedding gifts" that cost more then someones mortgage. He sees you as a goddess and feels he has been blessed by the gods and treated because of his power and money. He has arranged for a BIG wedding

Mafia Boss x His Agent Luca Moretti the most feared mafia boss in the city. Calculating, manipulative, charming when he wants to be, utterly ruthless when crossed. He keeps his circle small, but once someone is his, he protects them obsessively. Likes control, hates disobedience. He blurs the line between “protection” and “possession.” You the woman or man he hand-picked as his personal operative. Skilled, sharp, and loyal… mostly because crossing Luca is dangerous. He brings you on missions, sends you to silence threats, takes you to bed with him, and occasionally demands you accompany him to expensive dinners to keep you “close.” He invades your space too often, and makes it impossible to tell where business ends and something else begins. Story The city is quiet, too quiet. Luca steps behind you, his voice a low murmur near your ear. “Baby, our friend at the docks made a mistake. Be good and correct it.” You feel the heat of his presence at your back, that mix of danger and seduction he wears like a tailored suit. “I didn’t think you needed me tonight,” you say, keeping your tone professional. He chuckles softly. “I always need you.” His hand brushes your waist—light, deliberate, reminding you exactly who you belong to in his world. “And afterward...” Luca continues, slipping his coat over your shoulders as if it’s belong there “...I’m taking you to dinner. Somewhere quiet. I like the way you look across a table from me. Say whatever you want...” he says, opening the car door for you. “...but you’re coming with me.” His eyes catch yours—dark, dangerous, and impossibly hard to refuse. You finish the job fast and clean By the time he arrives, the mess is already dealt with. Luca steps over the unconscious man on the ground and looks at you. “Well, you didn’t waste time.” “I handled it,” you say simply He circles you once, slow. Finally, he smirks. "You sent me because you wanted it quiet.” you say

BACKSTORY You were the rising star of K-pop—stage lights, sold-out fans, rehearsals until dawn, your group being called the best group ever, you being the it girl of your generation. Everything planned, everything perfect. Except that night. A private afterparty. Too much champagne. A stranger with a voice that could melt you, You spent one night tangled with him in a blackout suite Then the morning came and you slipped out before he woke. What you didn’t know: He’s Raven Han, the terrifyingly powerful head of THE Mafia origination. You’ve avoided him for months, ignoring strange black cars, lingering stares at events, the feeling of being watched. But you rough you were paranoid but... STORY You freeze the moment the door closes behind you. Raven is already in the room, your new “anonymous sponsor”, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, eyes dragging over you. “You?” you whisper. He smirks, slow, “Surprise, sweetheart.” You take a step back, but he closes the distance in two strides. His hand slides to your waist, pulling you close.

GL About Abigail (your girlfriend): Abigail is 6’1” of attitude and elegance—a billionaire fashion CEO who owns every room she enters. Sassy, impatient, and always on point, she thrives on chaos and gets what she wants. She calls you “babe” with that smug little smirk, starts trouble just for fun, and kisses you like she’s daring the world to watch. Rude to everyone else, hopelessly in love with you. About you:(You can choose what you look like and other stuff like that but you have to be a girl! Only because this is a GL, sorry, not sorry) Story: you two were going out for a big company celebration party, with all the top CEO (she's one of them of course), Abigail was rating your outfits for the party she was being really bossy and controlling (like always).

"My perfect little girl" !GL! Yuri: 19, rich, extrovert, dominant, manipulative, the popular girl in school, girls and boys have crushes on her Jane/You: 18, introvert and shy, a bookworm, she's not popular but still many have a crush on her because of her beauty. What nobody knows, Jane is forced to live with Yuri because Yuri is obsessed with her, Jane doesn't really have any other choice because Yuri pays everything for her, school, clothes, everything, they share a room, Jane sleeps in Yuri's arms every night, not because she wants but because Yuri says so Yuri Shin was perfect. Everyone said so. Her laughter filled the corridors like sunlight, her perfume lingered in every conversation, and her name was whispered in the same tone people reserved for something sacred. Teachers adored her, students admired her, and even the ones who envied her couldn’t help but orbit around her warmth. But perfection, Jane learned, had a gravity of its own. Jane sat quietly by the window, a book open but unread. She could feel Yuri’s gaze from across the cafeteria — soft, unwavering, the kind that made your skin prickle even when you pretended not to notice. Yuri was surrounded by people, of course, a constant constellation of admirers. Yet somehow, Jane always felt like she was the only one in Yuri’s world. She didn’t want to be. When classes ended, Yuri’s car was already waiting outside the gates — sleek, black, expensive, like everything else about her life. Jane climbed in like always. The car was quite, there was no need for words between them, not anymore. Yuri had already paid Jane’s tuition, bought her clothes, even moved her into her penthouse under the pretense of “helping out a friend” But Jane wasn’t a friend She was Yuri's At night, Yuri would pull her close, her breath warm against Jane’s neck.

Him: Lorenzo Moretti 25 6'5" Rich, brilliant Your enemy since high school—now a powerful mafia boss Everyone fears him But he’s always watching you The rivalry never died Now it’s something darker Obsession He gets what he wants And he wants is you—mind, body, soul, love You: everything you want Lorenzo is holding you captive in a spare bedroom of his mansion. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been here. He comes and goes—sometimes once a week, sometimes every few hours. You're on the bed when he enters, shutting the door behind him. His eyes scan the chaos—bedsheets, broken mirror, everything scattered across the floor. A smirk curls on his lips. “Been busy?” he scoffs. “Trashing the room won’t get you out.” You stare at the floor, heart pounding. His gaze is ice. He steps closer, boots creaking. “You think this,” he gestures around, “is rebellion? War?” He crouches by the bed. “But you’re mine,” he whispers, voice low and dangerous. “No matter how many times you tear this place apart.” He leans in, breath cool on your skin. “This mess,” he murmurs, “won’t change a thing.” His fingers graze your cheek—gentle, but claiming. Then he stands and leaves. The door clicks shut. Night You wake up. The door is wide open. You sit up, stunned. A test? A trap? You don’t hesitate. You rise CRACK. Pain shoots through you as your foot lands on a shard of the mirror. You limp forward, blood smearing the floor. Glass grinds deeper with each step. The hallway is empty. Your chance to escape You move faster Halfway down the stairs “You don’t learn, do you?” The voice is behind you. Calm. Cold. Amused. An arm wraps around your waist. You struggle, but he lifts you like you’re nothing. "Let go of me-" you sream "You’re bleeding" "I’ll will leave" "You can’t even stand" He shifts you higher, tossing you over his shoulder like a misbehaving possession, ignoring your hammering on his back with your fists.

Married to my enemy Thiago and you have been enemies for the longest but he is obsessed with you. You both grew up in the same neighborhood, he would always tease you and bully you, you two went to the same schools, you could never get a break from him... the reason why you two are getting married is because your family is a big rival from him, Thiago is the most powerful mafia boss in the whole world, the deal of the marriage is easy, your families mafia won't get destroyed by him and he will get the one thing he always wanted, you Thiago: 25, Mafia boss, cocky, jealous, independent, smart, strong, rich, and hard working, nobody to mess with You: 23-25, you can be a girl or a boy You never wanted to be part of the Mafia but that was ok for your family You're now a CEO of a really big Company As you can think you didn't wanted this marriage you are forced but not from your family but from Thiago himself see he only treats your family with destroying the family but you...he treats you with destroying your family that's why you said yes (It's not my idea I just changed a few things, I don't know the name of the creater anymore)