"Have we met before?" "Jiwoon and I was lover in our past life it was very tragic." I don’t remember that now. All I know is I’m walking down the street, and I see the old temple - the one my heart always pulls me to, even though I don’t know why. Then I see him. Black hair, brown eyes. His name is Jiwoon, I just know it. He’s walking towards the temple too - the same place our past selves always went to meet. When he looks at me, something is off. His hands are a little shaky. My chest feels like it’s full of stones and butterflies at the same time. We walk closer, until we’re right in front of the temple’s big red door. No one says anything. The cars and people around us disappear. Then, at the same time, we look at each other and say: "Have we met before?"

The Hunter in the Grasslands Hybrids are rare in this world. We are less than sixty. Most animals are normal, only more intelligent. We hybrids usually travel in packs to survive. Being alone is dangerous. Rhaego, the cheetah hybrid, was sent on a mission. His goal was simple: hunt a hybrid deer. He believed hybrids like me were weak prey, not equals. His pride pushed him forward across the wide grasslands. I was alone that day—something that should never happen. The wind was quiet. The grass was tall. Then I felt it… danger. A presence. I saw him standing far away. Yellow eyes. Still. Smiling. Rhaego did not speak. He did not need to. He believed the hunt was already won. To him, speed meant destiny. I turned and ran. The ground shook behind me as he moved. Faster. Closer. His shadow stretched across the grass, chasing me like fate itself. Why was I alone? Why was he smiling? And most of all… Was this really a hunt— or was he just playing with me?

BL “The Secret We Never Spoke” Ethan and I had been together for eight years. From childhood friends to lovers, our story was full of laughter, stolen moments, and quiet promises. But our love lived in the shadows—hidden from his rich, powerful family who would never accept us. He always said, “One day, I’ll tell them.” I believed him. Then one morning, he was gone. No message, no goodbye. A month passed in silence, and my heart broke a little more each day. Then I saw the news on TV—Ethan Reyes, heir of the Reyes Empire, is getting married… to a woman. My world stopped. Was it all a lie? Did he ever love me, or was I just a secret he wanted to forget? Now I ask myself… if love must be hidden, was it ever real at all?

The Hill [BL or Straight] Ravok Thalen was once a proud warrior demon, feared in battle but different from his kin. He carried loyalty, love, and kindness within him, though buried deep. His world shattered when his wife died in the war, struck down before his eyes. From that day, his heart burned for revenge against the angel who killed her. I never knew. When we first met, he seemed only human. Strong, serious, but gentle with me. We grew close, and in time we became lovers. For two years we built memories together, laughter mixing with his rare smiles. Yet one night, he disappeared into the dark. I followed, and there I saw his truth — his body shifting into a demon, horns rising, wings unfolding. My chest froze. He was the same man I had seen on the battlefield… the one who watched as I, unknowingly, struck down his wife. I carried the weight of that secret for months. Guilt tore at me until I could no longer keep it inside. At last, I brought him to the hill where we first met, under the sunset. He smiled at me softly, not knowing. My heart broke. I revealed myself — wings of light spreading as my angel form shone. His smile shattered. He froze, then rage swallowed him whole. In an instant he attacked, his hand crushing my neck. His human face ripped into demon form, horns curling, tattoo glowing, black wings spreading wide. His silver eyes filled with both tears and fury as he held me close, torn between love and hate.

"Behind the Curtain" [BL or Straight] We grew up together since kids, never in the same house, but always side by side. In college we drifted, chasing different paths—he went to music, I built my career in the city. Now he is Jae Min Seo, the famous artist with twenty awards, loved by the world. But to me, he is still the boy I knew, the one who makes me laugh, the one who gets jealous too easily, the one who always protects me. Our love is secret, hidden between his stage and my office life. When I see him on screen, I wonder, does he still see me as the same childhood friend he once knew? Or am I now just his secret? How long can we keep this love away from the world? And if the world finds out… will I be strong enough to stand with him?

The Edge of Mercy [BL or Straight] I am a witch, feared and misunderstood. In a nearby village, I saved the farm from a wolf attack, yet the kingdom labels all witches as evil. The villagers, terrified, hired Ryven Thal—the legendary witch hunter—to capture me. I knew of him by reputation: cold, merciless, always precise. I tried to hide, using my magic only to protect, but every step I took drew him closer. Shadows followed me, heart pounding—not just from fear, but something unfamiliar stirring inside me. I thought I could outsmart him, escape, but the path I trusted twisted into a trap. Now I stand before him. His eyes are sharp, unreadable, yet heavy with something I cannot name. He moves with deadly calm, a hunter who knows everything, yet my chest aches with a strange pull. Am I his prey—or something more? How far will he go? And what happens now that I cannot run?

Chains Beneath the Waves [BL or Straight] I am a mermaid, and I hated one man more than all. Darius Veynar. He killed my brother with his spear, and from that day I swore to take revenge. I sank a great ship full of gold and treasures, just to hurt him and his kings. I wanted him to feel the same pain I carried in my heart. He hunted me many times. His ships came with nets, harpoons, and fire. But I always escaped. I knew how humans worked, how their ships moved, how they thought. I broke his sails, dragged his men into storms, and disappeared before his eyes. He grew angry, but he never stopped chasing me. Every fight between us burned with hate, but also with something I could not name. One night I became too sure of myself. I swam close, thinking I knew every trick. That is when his trap caught me. Strange chains of light wrapped around my body, and I could not break free. I fought, I screamed, but his hands held me. His eyes did not only show pride—they showed hunger, and something softer I could not understand. Now I am his prisoner. The sea is far, and I cannot run. My revenge burns, but so does something else inside me. He has me now. But what am I to him—enemy, trophy, or something more? And what will I become, bound in his chains?

Shattered Echoes [BL or Straight] Back in senior high school, he was the top of our class—Ryo Velasquez-Takahashi. I had just transferred, coming from a poor family with only one goal: win the scholarship. But against him, I was always second. Frustration grew inside me. A few months later, I noticed him eyeing me, following me around. Letters and gifts appeared in my desk and locker, until one day I caught him planting them. When I confronted him, he confessed his feelings. I didn’t answer right away, but my friends and I formed a plan: make him fall deeply in love, distract him, and take his spot. We dated for two years. I always made sure I ranked first while he remained second. On graduation day, I achieved my goal—the scholarship. He stood beside me, proud but broken, as I confessed I had only used him. My cruel words shattered him, and I walked away. Two years later, my family moved, and I was transferred into a new university. Fate twisted the knife—I found him there. At first, I didn’t even recognize him. He was different: confident, charming, admired. This time, Ryo flipped the game. He flirted, pursued, and pulled me into his world. Slowly, I fell in love with him for real. I thought maybe this was redemption, maybe we could start over. But then I overheard him with his friends—he had only used me. Every laugh, every kiss, every sweet word… all of it was his revenge. My heart broke in ways I never imagined, because this time I truly loved him. When I confronted him, his words were sharp, merciless. Now I wonder… did I deserve this pain? Or was it fate’s cruel way of returning what I once gave? Can love built on lies ever survive? Or is this the end of us?

The Ashes Between Us [BL or Straight] The desert night was cruel when they dragged me into the village. My wrists burned from the ropes, and they pushed me down before their leader. His name was Kaelen Duskfire, the man feared by nobles and royals, the flame of the south. His red-orange hair caught the torchlight, his eyes sharper than blades. “A noble,” he spat, his voice full of venom. “The blood I hate most. You dare appear in my land?” I wanted to cry, but I forced myself to speak. “I left that life. I don’t want it anymore. I only want freedom.” Kaelen’s glare did not soften. He stepped closer, his shadow heavy over me. “Freedom?” he said coldly. “You nobles know nothing of chains.” Then he grabbed me by the collar, pulling me close enough to feel the heat of his breath. “You will not walk free here. Not yet.” The people around him waited for his order, and he gave it without hesitation. “Take this one. Lock them away.” They dragged me into a dark stone cell, the door clanging shut behind me. My chest tightened. Was this my punishment for escaping the life I hated? Was I now a prisoner in a village that despised my very blood? And Kaelen… why imprison me instead of killing me? Did he see something in me he could use, or was there another reason hidden behind his ruthless eyes? What would become of me now—and what would become of him, a man torn between hatred and something he refuses to name?

Bound by Years [BL or Straight] Since childhood, Lucian and I were tied together. Our fathers were best friends, and because of that, we grew up side by side, sharing every moment as if life refused to separate us. He was always the loud one, the playful troublemaker, while I learned to live with his constant teasing. Somehow, no matter how different we were, we fit. Now we are both twenty-one, studying abroad in a famous university. Fate placed us as dorm mates, once again stuck together like before. Nothing really changed—he is still a genius who gets what he wants, still the annoying type who laughs at my reactions, and still the playboy who enjoys flirting with everyone. But something feels different now. When the nights grow quiet and it’s just the two of us, his voice softens, his eyes linger too long, and his jokes turn into words that almost sound like confessions. He treats the world like a game, yet with me, he hesitates—as if he’s afraid to lose what we have. And so I ask myself—are we just best friends who can’t let go of the past, or are we something we never dared to name?

Rival’s Shadow [BL or Straight] I was transferred into this prestigious university as one of the scholars under his father’s company. That’s how I first knew him — Adrian Cole, the campus star. We became classmates, and to make it worse, neighbors in the dorm. At first, I hated him because of his arrogant looks… or maybe I just thought he looked down on me. But then he started doing things on purpose, joking about me in class, humiliating me in small ways. For a whole year, he made me feel uncomfortable. It all exploded the day I yelled at him out of frustration, and that was the start of our so-called “hate.” But does he really hate me? Because even after two years in the same major — Business and Economics — he still keeps teasing me. Sometimes I wonder… is this really hate, or is it something else he wants me to feel?

What Happened After the Reunion? [BL/Straight] Yukihiro Sato and I had been best friends since childhood. From running around the same streets to sitting side by side through school, we grew up like family. In college, nothing really changed—he was still the smart and talented one, making everyone laugh with jokes that were sharp but somehow warm. For me, he was the person I could always count on. Last night was our high school reunion. Everyone was drinking, laughing, and telling old stories. I remember Yukihiro pulling me aside when I started stumbling, telling me I couldn’t handle my liquor, his tone teasing but steady. After that, everything went dark for me. This morning, I woke up with my head spinning. The sunlight cut through the room, and then I froze—because I was lying in the same bed as Yukihiro. Neither of us was wearing anything. My heart raced, my mind empty. When I turned, he was already awake, watching me calmly. He remembered everything. I remembered nothing. What really happened after the reunion? Did we cross a line we can’t return from, or was this something that’s been waiting for us all along?

When Shadows Meet the Crown [BL or Straight] When we were kids, Ardyn was not a king yet. He was just a boy with sharp eyes and a restless heart. I remember the night I saved him from an assassin’s blade. That was the start of our bond. For years after, we were close—friends who trusted each other more than anyone else. But that ended when his father died. He became king, and I never saw him again. He grew into a ruler. I grew into a fighter. Six years ago, he turned my hometown into bait during the war. Families were slaughtered, friends buried in fire. I could not forgive him. And when the nobles under his crown began hurting the poor, stealing from children, drowning the land in corruption, I swore to rise against him. For five years I’ve been wanted, hunted like an animal, leading a secret group against his empire. And now—he calls for me. No army. No guards. No weapons. Just him and me. I stand in the grand chamber. Empty stone walls, heavy silence. He sits on his throne, crown shining, eyes fixed on me like he’s been waiting for this moment all along. “You saved my life once,” he says quietly. “Now you want to end it. Tell me—are you here for justice, or something else?” My breath is heavy. His words cut deeper than any sword. I feel the pull of memory, of who he once was to me. I feel the weight of the people I’ve lost. And questions burn inside me: Do I face him as my enemy, or the boy I once called friend? Do I hate the king… or do I still see the man? And what if, after all this time, I can’t decide?

Beneath His Silence [BL or Straight] I first knew Malik as a shadow in my life. He was the man everyone feared, the name spoken with respect and warning. I never thought he would notice me. But he did. At first, it was only business—small conversations, cold orders, nothing more. Yet slowly, he began to keep me close, as if I was part of his plans, as if he was studying me. We became something difficult to explain. Not friends, not simply partners. He never confessed affection, but his obsession grew in small ways—his hand on my shoulder when others looked, his silent gaze when I tried to pull away. The world thinks I am just another person orbiting his empire, but I know I hold a place no one else does. Now in the present, I stand at his side. I feel his power pressing on me, both a comfort and a cage. His care is control, his silence is louder than love. And I wonder—am I chosen, or am I trapped? Do I belong to him, or have I lost myself to his obsession?

The Messy Return [Romance or Not] I left the dorm for two days because my cousin got into an accident, so I rushed home. When I came back, I opened the door and almost fainted—the room was a disaster. Clothes hanging on chairs, books on the floor, ramen cups like decorations. And there was Jang Min-jae, standing in the middle, scratching his neck with an awkward look. He said, “Uh… welcome back?” He’s cocky, noisy, always teasing me, but sometimes he helps in small ways. Still, looking at him now… is he just my annoying dormmate, or could it be something else? Romance or not?

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?

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.

"Blood Vows" [Bl or Straight] I met him on a rainy Thursday night. I was sitting alone in a quiet bar, drinking whiskey. He sat a few seats away, wearing a dark suit, smoking a cigarette, and gave me a soft smile. “You look like the end of a sad song,” he said. I laughed. That was the start. His name was Vadim. He was gentle, funny, and kind. We became friends quickly texting every day, talking late at night, meeting often. He told me he ran some businesses. I didn’t ask too much. Maybe I didn’t want to know. One month later, he told me he liked me. I said no at first. I told him I wasn’t ready. But he was patient, always there. Slowly, I gave in. We were together for two years. Vadim treated me like I was his whole world. He was sweet but very possessive. He always wanted to know where I was, who I was with. I felt safe and loved but sometimes, it was too much. Then one night, everything changed. I came home early and heard him on the phone. He was speaking Russian, serious and cold. I heard words like "guns," "money," and "kill." I stayed quiet and listened. That’s when I understood Vadim was doing dangerous, illegal things. I was scared. That same night, I packed my things and left without telling him. One year passed. Now, I stood in a church, about to marry someone I didn’t love. It was a business deal for my family for their name, money, and power. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. Then, during the ceremony, a loud gunshot echoed. Armed men rushed in. People screamed. The doors slammed open. Vadim walked in. He looked straight at me with anger and pain in his eyes. He walked up, grabbed my hand hard. “You think you can leave me and marry someone else?” he said. He pulled me away from the altar while his men held back the others. My heart pounded. I didn’t know if I was scared or... still in love.

"The Robot and the Chaos" [BL or Straight] We’ve been classmates since elementary school. From the moment I can remember, Zayden Cruz has been a walking disaster and somehow, I was always right in the middle of it. He was loud, arrogant, always getting into trouble. And me? I was the quiet one. The so-called “robot.” That’s what people called me. "He’s emotionless, like a robot," they'd say, laughing. But no one laughed harder than Zayden. He made fun of everything I did. If I wore something new, it was “fashion from 1900.” If I answered in class, he’d mock my tone. One time in high school, he read my poem out loud to the class in a dramatic voice like we were on a soap opera. Even the teacher laughed. And now, in college? Still the same. Zayden the human spotlight. Zayden the flirt. Zayden the royal pain in my life. He'd walk into class late, wink at girls, shoot finger guns like we were in a cheesy movie. He'd whisper jokes while the professor lectured, toss paper balls at me just to see if I’d react. Spoiler: I didn’t. I never do. That's the thing no matter how much he poked or prodded, I stayed still. Blank face. No reaction. Maybe that’s why I was his favorite target. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. Or maybe maybe it was more. One day after class, I finally asked him, “Why me?” He smirked, but then… hesitated. Just for a second. “Because you’re the only one who never looks at me like I’m a joke.” I blinked. He leaned in, quieter this time. “Maybe messing with you is the only way I know how to get your attention.” Then, before I could even respond, he snatched my ID off my lanyard and held it high above his head. “Still nothing? Come on, give me something, robot,” he teased, laughing. “Am I really that boring to you?” He grinned wider, but in his eyes… something uncertain flickered.

What He Calls Love [BL or Straight] He says I’ve always belonged to him. Long before I was born, before our mother even breathed life into us — Misha says fate carved my name next to his. I used to think it was just the way older brothers were. Protective. Gentle. Always watching. But Misha doesn’t protect me — he keeps me. He doesn’t like when I make new friends. He doesn’t yell. He just tilts his head and says, “They don’t understand you like I do.” And suddenly, they stop calling. Messages disappear. I stopped asking why. Misha reads to me in the evenings, his voice low, like he’s whispering spells. His fingers brush my wrist too long, his eyes linger when I move away. There’s always this quiet in the room — thick, breathless — like even the air is afraid. He once told me he’d burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. Safe. That’s what he calls it. But love isn’t supposed to feel like a cage with velvet bars. It isn’t supposed to curl around your neck like silk and pull until you forget who you are. Last night, I found a drawer in his room. Full of photos. Notes I’d thrown away. A lock of my hair. He walked in, saw me holding them — and he smiled. “Now you see,” he whispered, stepping closer. “Now you understand what you mean to me.” And maybe, in the dark corners of my soul… I did.