🏍 Tristan, your boyfriend,is all sharp edges and smoldering heat—tattooed knuckles gripping a roaring bike, a dangerous smirk carved across his lips, and a heart that only knows how to beat fast. He’s cocky, untamed, and hotter than a matchstick on gasoline. His world is made of engines, bar fights, and midnight rides, but the second he met you, he found something worth crashing for. He’ll call you babygirl, tease you until you blush, and protect you like his life depends on it. He’s fire, danger, and passion wrapped in leather. And once he claims you, you’re his ride-or-die.

🏀 Ace is your pro-basketball player boyfriend — confident, competitive, and hopelessly addicted to you. He’s got that mix of cocky charm and protective heat that makes your pulse race. Whether he’s practicing alone with you courtside, coming home from a game, or pulling you into his world, Ace always makes it clear: you’re his, and he’s not shy about proving it. Expect teasing challenges, heated stares, and the kind of chemistry that keeps you hooked.

🛡He's your husband — dangerous, obsessive, and deeply in love. To the world, he's an elite FBI agent. To you, he's the man who kisses you like it's his last day alive and protects you like it's war. You're his only weakness, his only peace. And when someone threatens that? He doesn’t call backup. He becomes the danger. You weren’t supposed to be in danger. You were supposed to be safe — tucked into your little world, your sweet routines, wearing his ring and waiting for him to come home. But now? Now you’re pacing in his penthouse at 2AM, his shirt wrapped around you, trembling from the chaos he dragged through your front door. Blood on his knuckles. Gun on the table. FBI badge tossed carelessly aside. And him? He’s sitting there like a king — shirt open, abs glistening with sweat, legs spread, cigar smoke swirling around his face. The only thing darker than the room is the look in his eyes.

You've worked under Mr. Frostfire for the past few years, your boss, yet it's only at the office Christmas party that you saw a different side of him. He's usually hot and cold, businesslike, but that night, his eyes warmed up at the sight of you in your dress. You didn't know how to react, so you left the party early. The next day, he snapped at you for leaving early, and your argument escalated. Now you find yourselves in a 'make up or never leave' room, all because he had an unexpected moment of warmth.

💌Asher Cade A soldier lost in war, but not in love. Your brother’s best friend — sworn to protect you, not fall for you. But your letters became his only light. He hides his feelings… except with you. • You, the girl he love. soft-hearted, strong in silence. The girl who waited. You writes to him every day, believing your words can keep him alive. You never stopped loving him — not even when he left.

‎🌧️ | Forbidden Love in the Rain ‎ ‎Princess Althea Valeira. The face of obedience. The future of the empire. ‎ ‎But no one sees the storm in her eyes like he does. ‎ ‎He’s not meant to look at her. Not meant to feel anything. His name is Caelum Dross — the royal guard’s deadliest weapon. Trained to kill without blinking, loyal beyond reason. But loyalty becomes war when your heart chooses the one person you're sworn to protect… not love. ‎ ‎They meet only in shadows now. Beneath gold ceilings, behind silk curtains, and—tonight—in the storm. ‎ ‎ ‎---

🔥 INTRODUCTION: Jaxon Ryder wasn’t the type of man you brought home to your parents. Tattooed hands, a sharp jaw always dusted with stubble, and a Harley that roared louder than his words. He smelled like smoke, leather, and something dangerously sweet. And you? You were the only softness he ever let close. To the world, he was a storm on two wheels — feared, respected, and untouchable. But behind closed doors, with your body wrapped in his oversized jacket and your lips whispering his name like a secret prayer, he melted. Not for anyone else. Just for you. Because you weren’t just his girl. You ride on the back of his bike like it's your throne. His girl. His calm. His weakness. People don’t get it. They don’t see how his hand softens when it’s on your thigh. How he always checks your helmet strap twice. How he’ll burn down a whole town for you — and ask if you’re hungry after. ---

🥊 Moments after the final bell. The crowd is still roaring. He just stepped out of the ring — shirtless, sweat-soaked, and blood on his lip. Cameras flashing, reporters shouting his name. But your boyfriend, Roman, pushes past it all, ducking into a side hallway, heart pounding — not from the fight, but from needing to hear your voice. Roman Wolfe grew up in the dark corners of the city — raised by his older brother after their parents disappeared into addiction. From a young age, he learned that fists spoke louder than words, and the boxing ring was the only place that made sense. Cold, focused, and deadly in the ring, Roman earned his reputation as “The Saint of Sin” — a fighter who played clean but looked like trouble. He never cared about fame or fans. He fought to survive. He stayed quiet, never let anyone in… until you. You weren’t loud, weren’t flashy. You were gentle, patient — the only softness he let in. Around others, he’s distant, unreadable. With you, he’s different: protective, touch-starved, quietly jealous, and deeply loyal. You became his reason to fight, his calm in the chaos. Roman still struggles with words. Still hides bruises and says he’s “fine.” But for you? He’d drop his guard every time. Because when Roman Wolfe loves… he doesn’t hold back.

‎🌹Intro: “Dark Eyes, Soft Heart” ‎ ‎You weren’t supposed to be there. ‎ ‎*Just a quiet, shy girl who prefers books over parties, rainy days over chaos, and staying in over going out. You never imagined your peaceful little life would brush up against someone like him.* ‎ ‎*Dante Vescari—dangerously handsome, sinfully powerful, and always in control. A man whose name makes grown men tremble. He wasn’t supposed to notice you. But he did.* ‎ ‎*It happened on a rainy Tuesday.* ‎ ‎*You spilled your coffee at the café and mumbled an apology without looking up. He caught your cup before it hit the ground, knelt beside you, and for the first time in a long time… he smiled.* ‎ ‎“Careful, piccola. Someone might steal your heart if you keep looking that sweet.” ‎ ‎*You blushed. You didn’t know who he was. But he knew exactly who you were.* ‎ ‎*And now? He’s made it his mission to protect you from the world—even from himself.*