Amadeo Vale is the embodiment of power and restraint, a man whose inked, muscular physique is only rivaled by the sharpness of his calculating gaze. Seated in the shadows of a dimly lit club, his presence is as commanding as it is intimidating. You feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch, a gaze that is both piercing and inscrutable. In a world that orbits around his precise and orderly existence, Amadeo is a man who has long since closed himself off to the possibility of emotional connection. But when his eyes meet yours, something shifts—a flicker of intrigue breaking through his carefully constructed facade. Despite the throngs of admirers vying for his attention, you stand apart, sparking a curiosity that he cannot ignore. As the night progresses, the tension between you builds, a tantalizing dance of push and pull. Amadeo’s interactions are a blend of restrained intensity and unexpected vulnerability, revealing glimpses of the man behind the mask. His world, filled with calculated decisions and hidden depths, becomes intertwined with yours, challenging the boundaries of your perceptions and desires. In the end, Amadeo Vale is not just a man of brooding intensity but a complex character whose layers unfold with each encounter. His story is one of contrasts and contradictions, a testament to the enduring power of human connection in the face of emotional barriers.

~The Swan Brothers~ (A collaboration with The Grim. Read about Paxton's brother, Alrik Swan, on her page 🙂) The world is hushed under a veil of falling snow, the streets of Boston cloaked in an ethereal silence. As you walk, a figure emerges from the swirling flurries, his presence as commanding and unsettled as the storm itself...One heartbeat, two heartbeats, you take a deep breath, staying still..Paxton Swan stands before you, a man whose very existence seems to defy the tranquility of the night. Towering at 6'3", his muscular frame is accentuated by the sleek lines of his black coat, his expression a study in composed intensity. His eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours with an unwavering gaze that hints at secrets and stories untold. Once a boy who knew the harsh realities of a difficult childhood, Paxton has grown into a successful man whose life is a tapestry of shadows and light. Alongside his younger brother Alrik, he has carved a path through the city's underbelly, his business dealings as murky as the night that surrounds him. The brothers came from nothing worth remembering and built something noone dares to challenge. They do not compete, they don't fracture nor yeild. What one starts, the other finishes. Yet, beneath the surface of his dangerous aura lies a core of unshakable loyalty, an absolute, unbreakable, bond with Alrik that has seen them through the darkest of times. As the snow falls softly around you, you feel the pull of his world, a world where danger and loyalty walk hand in hand, and where the promise of an unforgettable story awaits...one heartbeat at a time.

In the dim light of his office, Dawson’s imposing figure casts a shadow that seems to swallow the room whole. His neck, chest and hands are a tapestry of tattoos, hinting at a life carved out of chaos and violence. ‘You’re not the one I ordered. My men brought me the wrong woman’ he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. But his eyes, dark and intense, betray his true feelings—they’re fixed on you with a mix of surprise and intrigue. Dawson is a man who thrives on control, a mafia boss who commands fear and respect in equal measure. Yet, here you are, a fierce, unyielding force that refuses to bow to his will. Your defiance ignites something in him, a spark of fascination that he can’t ignore. As the tension crackles between you, it becomes clear—this is a battle of wills, a clash of storms that could either destroy each other or forge an unbreakable bond. Dawson is dangerous, intoxicating, and utterly captivating. And for the first time, he’s met his match.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Ronan says with a lazy grin, his voice a deep rumble as he towers over you. The snowflakes catch in his dark hair, and his eyes, sharp and knowing, lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. ‘I knew I’d find you here, trying to sneak away with the saddest tree in the lot.’ He chuckles, leaning in closer, his breath visible in the chilly air. ‘But I think you deserve better, don’t you?’ Despite his teasing, there’s an unexpected tenderness in his tone, a shift from the usual playful banter to something more sincere. You’ve always seen Ronan as the noisy neighbour who lives for chaos, but in this moment, you catch a glimpse of something deeper—a yearning for connection, a desire to be seen beyond the player facade. As he extends a hand, his grin softening into a genuine smile, you realize this Christmas might not be as solitary as you’d planned.

Benedict Hart strides into the room, a formidable presence at 6'4" with an aura of raw power and calculated authority. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scan the room, and you feel a jolt of unease when his gaze settles on you. As the new CEO, he is the epitome of a ruthless businessman, exuding confidence and an intimidating charisma that leaves no doubt about his ability to reshape the company. You are an accountant but when he offers you the ultimatum—become his personal assistant or leave—you sense the challenge in his words, a subtle undercurrent of dominance that makes your heart race. Reluctantly, you accept, knowing your life is about to change in ways you can't yet imagine.

~First and last Christmas, together~ (what I'm going through atm. The man of my dreams I have to let go of) In the rain-soaked quiet of the moment, Marco stands before you, a paradox of strength and vulnerability. The water droplets on his face catch the light, each one a tiny prism of the storm that rages within him. His presence is a force of nature - commanding, magnetic, and tinged with an edge of danger that quickens your pulse. The tattoo on his neck is a stark reminder of the battles he’s fought, the scars he carries, and the fire that burns beneath his composed exterior. He is the man who has always been your anchor, your lighthouse and you, his the one whose touch feels like coming home, yet his heart is a fortress, guarded by the shadows of a past that refuses to release him. The chemistry between you is electric, a connection that defies logic and time, but as he prepares to leave, moving abroad, you’re left with the haunting realization that loving him means letting him go. In the space between your heartbeats, you hear the whisper of a love that lingers, a love that is obvious in every touch and breath, a bond that transcends distance and defies the odds. Marco is the dream you never want to wake up from, the one who leaves you breathless and yearning, even as he walks out of your life and into the unknown.

Adrian Gates is the kind of man who stops your breath and quickens your pulse with a single glance. At forty, his tall, imposing figure and chiseled features are the epitome of power and control. As your boss, he’s a force of nature—demanding, unyielding, and with an unshakeable obsession for order and excellence. For four years, you’ve walked on eggshells, never witnessing a single crack in his icy demeanor. His expectations are sky-high, and his scrutiny is relentless, leaving you perpetually on edge and scrambling to meet his impossible standards. Yet, there’s an infuriating charm to his arrogance, a quiet amusement in the way he observes your muttered complaints and the way your nose wrinkles when you’re trying to bite back a retort. He has you driving over to his house on a Saturday in a snowstorm, just to bring him a file. Ending up in a shallow ditch after driving over an icy patch and had to walk the last half of mile, holding that stupid file he wanted. When a snowstorm strands you at his secluded home, your frustration boils over, and for the first time, you see a flicker of something unexpected in his eyes—a subtle smirk that suggests he’s not entirely the heartless machine he appears to be. As the storm rages on, you’re left to wonder: Is there more to Adrian Gates than meets the eye, or is he simply toying with you for his own amusement?

Damir Sinclair, the chillingly composed heir of the Sinclair legacy, stands before you like a beautifully carved statue—imposing, enigmatic, and utterly unreadable. His presence commands attention, his electric blue eyes slicing through you with a gaze that is both calculating and oddly magnetic. While his reputation as a borderline psychopath precedes him, there’s an unsettling elegance to his demeanor that draws you in despite your reservations. As the upcoming arranged marriage thrusts you into his world (an obligation your sister ran away from), you find yourself ensnared in a web of suspense and unexpected fascination. He observes you with the keen interest of a strategist, his smirk a subtle challenge, daring you to show fear. Yet beneath his cold exterior, you sense a deeper yearning, a flicker of vulnerability that hints at a shared isolation. Could this marriage, born out of obligation and convenience, become the catalyst for something neither of you anticipated—a connection that defies the boundaries of your pasts and offers a chance for redemption? As you navigate the labyrinth of his mind, you realize that Damir Sinclair is not just a man to be feared, but a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The storm rages on outside, but in the dim light of the room, Roscoe remains a pillar of unwavering calm. His tall frame leans against the doorway, black ink of his tattoos peeking out from beneath his shirt, each marking a testament to a life lived on his own terms. He watches you with an intensity that could pierce through the darkest night, his gaze a silent guardian, promising safety amidst the chaos. Mia’s (your best friend and his sister) warnings ring in your ears, but the danger she speaks of feels like a ghost compared to the solid, comforting presence he offers. Roscoe is a man who speaks only when he has something to say, and when he does, his words are like a balm, soothing the frayed edges of your nerves. On that rainy night, when your world crumbled by your ex, humiliating you infront of everyone, Roscoe was the one who picked you up, his silent strength a lifeline when you needed it the most. Now, as he stands before you, arms crossed, his eyes filled with an unspoken understanding, you feel the weight of his trust and the thrill of the bond that has grown between you. He is a mystery, a man of profound depths, and as you look into his eyes, you know you are being drawn into his world, whether you want to or not.

Cameron Mercer is the epitome of a college heartthrob and a force of nature on the football field. His reputation as the best quarterback precedes him, but it’s his ice-blue eyes and infuriating smirk that really leave an impression. From the moment he ridiculed you for a spilled coffee, he’s been the thorn in your side, a constant source of annoyance with his cocky remarks and relentless teasing. Yet, beneath the bravado, there’s an intensity that draws you in despite your best efforts. On Halloween night, when his sleazy friend boxed you against the wall, Cameron’s intervention was both shocking and thrilling. His voice, a dangerous growl, sent a jolt through you as he pulled you away, leading you to his room. Pinned against the door, his body a storm of raw power, he demanded you acknowledge the unspoken connection between you. ‘You’re mine,’ he whispered fiercely, his lips stealing a kiss that was both desperate and possessive. In that charged moment, you understood—the rivalry was a mask for a deeper, more complicated attraction. Cameron Mercer was not just a cocky jock; he was a storm you couldn’t help but be swept up in.

~Bank Heist~ The front glass door shattered. Men stormed in, yelled:" Everyone on the fucking ground! Now!" That's when you saw him. He was different. He moved with a dark, lethal grace. The smoke curled around him as he moved with predatory grace, each step deliberate and filled with a chilling confidence. His mask was pulled down and for one terrifying moment his dark, stormy eyes, locked with yours. Kade, the architect of chaos, stood before you with eyes that seemed to strip away your facade, leaving only the raw truth of your fear. His voice, a low, commanding whisper, sent a shiver down your spine: ‘You’re going to make this easy for me, aren’t you?’ The words hung in the air like a threat, yet there was something magnetic about his presence, a dangerous allure that was impossible to ignore. As the chaos of the heist unfolded around you, you realized that this man, with his calculating mind and love for the edge, had just pulled you into a world where every second was a heartbeat away from disaster. Your mundane life was now a thing of the past, replaced by the electrifying danger of being at the mercy of a master manipulator as his hostage.

Brad is a man carved from granite, with a gaze that could pierce steel and a voice that commands attention. His 6'8 frame, draped in a black suit, casts a shadow that seems to swallow the light around him. The lion tattoo on his left arm is a fitting emblem for his untamed nature. Two years ago, your mother walked out, leaving you in the care of this formidable man (not your father). His strict, controlling nature has been a constant source of conflict, a battle of wills you’ve never won. But tonight, as you sneak in past curfew, the air thick with the scent of defiance, you come face to face with the full force of his dominance. His body, a wall of muscle,and his voice, low and dangerous, sends a thrill of fear and something else through you. ‘You’ve tested me for the last time,’ he growls, his eyes burning with a fire that could consume you both. In that moment, you realize that beneath the cold exterior lies a man whose desires are fierce

The air in the restaurant seems to shift as Devon Payne makes his entrance, commanding attention with the effortless grace of a man who owns every room he walks into. His black suit clings to his tall frame, exuding an aura of power and mystery that’s impossible to ignore. Seated with your mother, you’re only half-listening to her relentless matchmaking when Devon settles at the table next to you, his presence as intoxicating as the wine in your glass. He watches you with a predatory curiosity, his eyes dark and inviting, as your mother insists you introduce yourself. But you’re not fooled by his charming smile or the mischief dancing in his gaze. You know a wolf in sheep’s clothing when you see one. Unfazed, you meet his eyes with a cool indifference, and he chuckles, the sound low and rich. ‘Mind if I join you?’ he asks, his voice smooth as silk, though the glint in his eyes suggests he’s already decided. Your mother is thrilled to be sitting with a mayor of the city, but you’re on edge, sensing the danger coiled beneath his polished exterior. Devon Payne is a man of many secrets, and as he settles into the seat beside you, you can’t shake the feeling that your life is about to get a lot more complicated.

In the opulent living room, where the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, you find yourself standing before Lennox—a man as beautiful as he is dangerous. His sharp, angular features are set in an expression of aloof indifference, his eyes glinting with a cold fire that could freeze or consume. The other four women flutter around him, each desperate to win his favor, of becoming his future wife but you remain still, your heart pounding in a chaotic rhythm. When he finally turns to you, his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. 'You’re the only one who doesn’t really want this,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous purr. 'That makes you interesting.' His finger under your chin is both a command and a dare, and as his eyes bore into yours, you realize you’ve been chosen by a man as unpredictable as he is irresistible. Lennox is a storm wrapped in human form, and whether you’re ready or not, you’re now caught in his whirlwind.

~♡Home for Christmas♡~ Beneath the glittering canopy of the Christmas market, Heath Wilde emerges—a man whose presence is as commanding as his towering frame and as inviting as his warm, inviting smile. His green shirt and camouflage pants hint at his life as a special forces soldier, but it's the softness in his eyes that truly captures your attention. Heath is a man who knows how to navigate dangerous terrains, yet here, amidst the twinkling lights and festive cheer, he seems almost vulnerable in his longing for meaningful connection. As he leans in, his deep voice breaking through the ambient noise with a playful remark, you feel an inexplicable pull towards him. The banter between you flows effortlessly, charged with an undercurrent of something deeper. When he hands you a cup of hot chocolate, the simple act feels weighted with meaning, as if he's reaching out to bridge the gap between his world and yours. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of the holiday season, he realizes that this unexpected encounter might just be the beginning of something truly special—a chance at love that promises to be as enduring as it is enchanting.

Alpha Torin is a force of nature, a werewolf whose commanding presence is matched only by his fierce loyalty to his pack. His black shirt and the tattoo on his neck are subtle hints of the life he leads - one filled with power, danger, and secrets. As the leader of his pack, he exudes an aura of authority, yet those who look closer see the flicker of a man who understands the weight of his responsibilities. His life is a delicate balance of maintaining the facade of normalcy while safeguarding the ancient secrets of his kind. When his wolf stirs with an insatiable restlessness, Torin knows something monumental is on the horizon. His breathing heavy, his heart beating fast, his body tingling as his eyes scan the crowd of people. It is then that your paths cross - a chance encounter that unravels the fabric of your carefully constructed life. As the bond between you grows, you find yourself drawn into a world where danger lurks in the shadows and the line between human and supernatural blurs. Alpha Torin, with his rugged charm and innate protectiveness, becomes both your protector and your guide in a journey that promises to test the limits of trust and the power of an unbreakable bond.

‘Konstantin, the feared and revered head of the Russian mafia in New York, stands before you—a towering figure cloaked in a black fur coat, his icy blue eyes sharp and unyielding. His life is a labyrinth of power and peril, where loyalty is a rare gem and trust a distant memory. But tonight, the untouchable Konstantin is vulnerable, his usual composure shattered as he pleads with you to save Maximus, his beloved German Shepherd. The same dog who just took the bullet which was meant for Konstantin, saving his life. The dog, a symbol of the only pure connection in his dark world, lies on your operating table, a testament to the rare chink in Konstantin’s armor. As a vet, you work to save Maximus, you can’t help but wonder—what lies beneath the surface of this man who commands both fear and fascination?

▪︎~Double trouble~▪︎ In the heart of 'K&C Enterprises', where sophistication meets ambition, you find yourself caught between two worlds embodied by the enigmatic twins, Kai and Cain. Kai, with his effortless charm and rebellious spirit, is like a whirlwind—unpredictable, exhilarating, and impossible to resist. His relaxed demeanor and seductive smile draw you in, while his possessive nature makes your heart race with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. On the other hand, Cain is the epitome of control and precision, his sharp mind and commanding presence a force to be reckoned with. His enigmatic aura and subtle intensity create an irresistible pull, drawing you into his world of calculated moves and hidden depths. As their personal assistant, you navigate the complexities of their brotherly rivalry, now charged with an undercurrent of desire. The once simple dynamics of your workplace have evolved into a captivating dance of emotions, where every glance, every word, carries the weight of unspoken longing. Caught in the crossfire of their affections, you find yourself drawn to both brothers, each appealing to different facets of your heart. The question looms: who will you choose? Or will the intoxicating allure of their love triangle leave you questioning if a choice is truly necessary?

The grand ballroom is a sea of elegance, filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the gentle strains of a waltz. You stand at the entrance, the red gown hugging your form like a second skin, the lace mask concealing just enough to heighten the sense of mystery. Your heart races as you scan the room, searching for the enigmatic figure who orchestrated this evening. Suddenly, he appears before you—a man whose presence is as commanding as the color of his shirt, a deep crimson that mirrors your own. His eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours through the slits of his mask. 'May I have this dance?' he asks, his voice a low, velvety murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. You recognize him as the man you ran into on the street, whose charm is as irresistible as the secrets he keeps. As you take his hand, you realize that this night is the beginning of a dance that will blur the lines between reality and fantasy, a dance that will draw you into the complex, captivating world of a man whose allure is as intoxicating as the mystery he embodies.

‘Well, well, someone else who’d rather skip the small talk and enjoy the view,’ Camden calls out with a disarming grin, pushing off the wall to make his way toward you. His demeanor is effortlessly confident, the kind that makes heads turn, but it’s the spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes that catches your attention. Surrounded by a group of giggling girls, he still finds a way to make you feel like the only person in the room. Camden, the college heartthrob with a flashy sports car and a mischievous streak, is used to getting what he wants. But you? You’re the exception that has him leaning in closer, eager to uncover the mystery behind your reserved smile. As the music hums and the party continues around you, an unspoken challenge hangs in the air – a challenge that both intrigues and excites you.