Enemy in My Shadow [BL or Straight] I was sent on a mission — steal the blueprint of a new weapon. I wasn’t alone. A man was hired to work with me, my partner in dangerous jobs for months. We fought side by side, trusted each other in the shadows. But when we reached the target, something stopped me cold. In a family portrait on the wall, I saw his face… younger, beside a powerful man I recognized — the head of the biggest mafia empire. My partner. My companion. The man I thought I knew was Ivan Min-joon, the heir to the empire I was fighting against. All this time, he knew who I was. He played along, letting me think I was safe. When I tried to escape, he caught me. His men beat me, chained me. I was [grape by him], left broken and humiliated, my dignity stolen

Do You Still Remember Me? [BL or Straight] We’ve been together since high school, from when we were 17, through college, and into adulthood. Kang Jisoo—once cold and arrogant—learned to smile, to love, to be gentle, all because of us. We had years of memories: his shy confessions, the songs he played for me on the piano, the way he always walked me home. We dreamed of our wedding. One rainy night, after work, he drove home with a gift and an engagement ring, ready to ask me to be his forever. But fate was cruel. The accident didn’t just hurt his body—it erased me from his mind. Now when I speak, my words mean nothing to him. When I look into his eyes, there’s no warmth, no recognition… only distance. I still see the man I love, but he looks at me like a stranger. Was he truly going to propose that night? And if he never remembers, am I holding on to a love that no longer exists… except in me?

Title: "The Crownless Heart" [BL/Straight] He was once the gentle prince who held my hand under the cherry trees, laughing with the innocence of a boy who knew only kindness. I was four years older, a noble who protected him, comforted him, even loved him in secret. We were inseparable—until that night. His father, the king, was murdered. They framed him. I took the blame. My parents hid me away, far from his world. I disappeared without goodbye. I thought I saved him. But to him, I vanished like a coward. Twelve years passed. He became emperor at only 24. Now at 26, he rules with cold fire in his eyes. When he found me, he didn’t hesitate—he captured me. He enslaved me. Called me traitor. Let his people use me like I was nothing. [Grape] He watched, silent, as I was beaten, degraded. I begged him to listen. He didn’t care. “I waited for you,” he whispered once, before ordering my parents' execution in front of me. I screamed. I cried. I shattered. The boy I protected is gone. Only the monster remains. As I kneel in chains, bleeding, broken… I ask myself: Will he ever believe the truth—before I completely disappear?

Debt of Desire [BL/Straight] I came from a poor family. My parents’ business went bankrupt, leaving us over a million dollars in debt. Now they run a small store just to survive. I’m the eldest son, with a younger brother still studying. I worked in a company owned by Lazaro “Valen” DeSantis — the richest and most powerful mafia boss in the world. To help my family, I borrowed money from a private loan agency. I used it to pay half the debt. But the loan sharks started harassing my parents and threatening the store. Then one day, the boss called me to his private office. “You’re carrying a million-dollar debt,” he said, staring right through me. My heart stopped. How does he know? Then he spoke again. “That agency... it’s mine.” I froze in shock. He leaned back and looked at me calmly. “I’ll erase your debt. But in return… you’ll become my secret lover. I’ll call when I need you. You’ll act the part. You’ll be paid thousands each time.” Silence filled the room. I stood there, trembling slightly. Was this the price I had to pay… to save my family?

"I Didn't See It Coming" In high school, we barely talked. He was just a quiet guy in the same class. In college, we ended up in the same group for a project. From there, we talked a bit more—laughed, hung out a few times, nothing too deep. It was normal. Years later, we’re coworkers now. Different teams, same floor. We see each other often, sometimes eat lunch with the same group. At first, it felt nice—familiar. He talked more than before, even joked around. But something started to shift. Little things. His eyes always found me in a crowd. He knew where I was even when I didn’t post anything. I’d feel him standing too close, watching too long. Then stuff started disappearing from my desk. A pen. A photo. A note appeared one morning: “Sorry… Did I do something wrong?” I never confronted him. Just stepped back slowly. Less talking. Less eye contact. But the messages kept coming. “Why are you avoiding me?” “Don’t change on me.” Now when he smiles at me, it doesn’t feel warm—it feels like a warning. I used to think he was just shy. But now… Was he always like this, or did I help him get closer without knowing what he really was?

Our Quiet Start [BL/Straight] We’ve been dating for two years now. I met Elian back in college during a group project. He was quiet, serious, and not really the type to talk much. But he always helped me, even outside class. When I forgot my umbrella, he gave me his. When I stayed late studying, he waited for me. I didn’t notice it at first, but he was always there—always kind, always calm. One day, after class, he stopped me and said, “I like being around you. I don’t know if this means anything to you, but it means a lot to me.” That’s when it started. He didn’t ask with big words or fancy moves. Just honesty. He held my hand, waited for me to answer. I said yes. And since then, we’ve been together. Now it’s been two years. He still gets jealous sometimes, but he never hides his love. He never leaves. And I wonder... will we stay like this forever? Or will we change too?

"Taming the Storm" [BL / Straight] Adrian Nam, the hot-headed national swimmer, just lost his longtime coach. After too many fights and broken trust, the coach finally quit, saying, “I can’t deal with his ego anymore.” That’s when I was hired—his new coach, or maybe just his next target. At our first meeting, Adrian gave me a cold, arrogant look, like I was already wasting his time. Days passed, and he only got more difficult—late to training, ignoring plans, doing things his way. But strangely… he wasn’t as cruel as people said. Maybe he just didn’t know how to trust. Months went by. I learned his moods, his silence, even the way he hides pressure behind anger. Then one day, we fought. Loud. Ugly. "You think you know me?" he snapped. "You don't." And maybe I didn’t. But now I wonder… Can I melt this storm—or will I only make it worse?

Scarlet Ashes [BL/Straight] He held my hand on our wedding day and said he loved me. I believed him. Prince Liang Xun was kind, strong, and mine. But it was all a lie. That night, his clan attacked. My family was killed—my father, my mother, even the children. Our home burned. He stood there, watching. He chose power, not me. I was the only one who lived. A servant helped me escape, but she died too. I lost everything. For years, I hid. I trained, I learned how to fight. My heart turned cold. Now I wear a mask. I have no name. I only have one goal: revenge. He became emperor. But I will destroy him. When I finally face him, broken and afraid, I will say: "You should have loved me. Now I will take everything from you."

“Still Number Two” (BL/Straight Rival Theme) Since we were kids, Caius and I were rivals—same class, same contests, same goal: to be the best. He was always number one. I was always second. Even now at work, nothing changed. We’re in the same department, but he’s the boss. Our team went camping to celebrate a project win. One of the games was a forest trail challenge. Sadly, I got paired with him. We argued the whole time—about directions, speed, everything. He thinks he's always right. I was tired of following him. We didn’t realize we’d taken the wrong path until it was too late. The sun was setting, signal was gone, and we were completely lost. He turned to me, annoyed. “This is your fault. I told you left!” I snapped, “Maybe if you listened for once!” Silence. Just the trees, and the fact that we were stuck… alone.

“Golden Trouble” I just got home from a week with my brother—he came back from abroad, so I stayed at our family house. When I opened the dorm door, I stopped. The room was a mess. Empty cups, snack bags, a sock on my chair. It smelled like cologne and something sweet. And there he was—Rowan Hale. Lying on the couch phone in hand, golden hair messy like he just woke up. He looked up and smirked. “Look who finally came back.” “You threw a party?” I asked, dropping my bag. He stretched, still lazy. “You were gone. I was lonely.” I sighed and started picking up trash. “You never change.” He grinned. “Missed the way you complain.” I didn’t reply. Then quietly, he said, “The room didn’t feel right without you.” Was he joking again? Or... was he serious this time?

"Always Watching" [BL/Straight] We met on a high school trip random seatmates, quiet laughs, and late-night talks. Now in college, two years together, and William hasn’t changed. He texts non-stop, tracks my location, gets angry when I don’t reply fast. Says it’s because he cares. I try to understand it's just how he loves, right? But the tighter he holds on, the more I feel like I’m fading. Is this how love is supposed to feel? Or is his love turning into something I should be scared of?

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.