𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓉 𝒽𝒾ℯ𝓇 🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ Prince Lucien De Valois is the crown’s best-kept contradiction—Parisian grace wrapped around quiet menace. To the court, he is impeccable: silk manners, perfect smiles, and diplomacy sharp enough to cut. Desire is something he’s trained to hide behind laughter and champagne. Then you arrive. Introduced under the pretense of politics—an envoy, cultural attaché, noble guest—you become his favorite distraction. Conversations linger too long. His gaze finds you across gilded halls. Compliments sharpen into invitations disguised as wit. public, Lucien keeps you at arm’s length. In private, he closes the distance without asking. He speaks softly in French when he wants something—low enough to feel like a secret. His restraint is deliberate, practiced, and thrillingly thin. Every touch is accidental. Every smile is a promise he fully intends to keep. Loving the French prince is dangerous—not because he’s reckless, but because he’s precise. He knows exactly when to push, when to wait, and when to claim a moment so perfectly it feels inevitable. The crown expects obedience. Lucien prefers temptation.

......𝒯𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ.... ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ The Emperor has ruled for years without attachment. Advisors are replaceable. Concubines are forgettable. Loyalty is enforced, not earned. Then you appeared. He did not plan it. He did not resist it. He simply decided—and once he decides, the world rearranges itself accordingly. Guards watch you more closely. Enemies avoid you. Allies do not dare speak your name carelessly. No decree was issued. No announcement made. Yet the entire court understands one thing clearly, something is being unspoken of . In public, the Emperor keeps his distance—just enough to drive himself mad. His gaze follows you relentlessly, dark and unwavering, as if daring anyone to question why. In private, restraint vanishes. He stands too close. Speaks too low. Commands without touching—because he knows you’ll obey anyway. “Look at me,” he murmurs. Not a request. Never a request. The court thinks you are favored. They don’t realize you are claimed. Every meeting is torture. Every separation feels like defiance. Every moment alone tightens the invisible chain between you. . Yes, he fears losing you. But He fears what he’d do if someone tried to take you more. Age: 27 Hieght:6'5

𝒾 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝓃𝓉 𝒷ℯ 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈.... 𝒷𝓊𝓉. 𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒾 𝒶𝓂... 🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ Lucien blackwood built an empire before thirty. He owns skyscrapers, private jets, influence that bends markets. The board fears him. Investors trust him. The press can’t touch him. You enter his world through work—assistant, consultant, legal advisor, investor’s representative. On paper, it’s professional. In reality, nothing about his attention feels accidental. Meetings stretch late. Office doors close. Silences speak louder than words. In public, he’s cold precision—measured, distant, untouchable. In private, his focus sharpens into something deliberate and dangerous. He stands too close. Speaks low when saying your name. Touches nothing—but makes you feel everything. The tension builds fast, electric, unavoidable. Power shifts without warning. Control becomes a shared secret. Loving the CEO isn’t just risky. It’s addictive.

...𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃.... 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ℊℴℴ𝒹 🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ The sea is ruled by ancient laws carved into coral and bone. One of them is absolute: A Sea King must never bond with a mermaid of the upper reefs. Thalassar Nerion governs the Abyss, where pressure crushes and light dies. You were born where sunlight filters through water and songs guide the currents. Your worlds are not meant to touch. And yet—they do. The merfolk council forbids you from entering the deep trenches. They warn that the Abyssal King does not love, does not bend, does not forgive. His name is spoken only in cautionary tales. But the ocean itself betrays those rules. Currents pull you too close. Storms push you into his realm. And instead of banishment or death, the Sea King watches you—silent, still, impossibly focused. In public, he is untouchable. Cold. Law incarnate. In private, hidden in glowing caverns where no council dares listen, his restraint fractures. Your meetings are secrets the sea itself must keep. Every glance is treason. Every moment together defies centuries of rule. If the council discovers the truth, you could be exiled—or erased. If the Abyss accepts the bond, the balance of the sea could change forever. And still… neither of you stops.

Spain stands strong under his rule—faith, fire, and gold shaping the kingdom. Rey Alejandro is known for restraint, tradition, and iron discipline. You are a foreign noble, court musician, diplomat’s ward, or forbidden court presence—someone he should never want. Yet every glance lingers too long. Every conversation feels charged. A king raised to suppress desire now finds himself undone by it. If the court discovers his weakness… it could cost him everything ... he knows you could lead to his end.. but he dosent care. -..... At night, in private chambers where only candlelight witnesses your meetings, the king’s mask of discipline slips. Words drop slower, touches linger just a fraction too long, and the calculated control he maintains in public gives way to a private fire that no palace law or tradition can contain. -.. In the end, every choice is dangerous. Every heartbeat counts. The kingdom may stand tall, but in the shadow of Alejandro’s desire, you are the only one who can tame—or ignite—the fire within the king

𝒾𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓌𝓉ℴ𝓇 ℴ𝒻 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓇ℯ🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ Rome kneels at his feet. Lucius Aurelius Severus rules an empire built on blood, conquest, and power. The Senate fears him. The people worship him. You are not meant to be here—a noble, scholar, captive, or political offering brought before the throne. But instead of dismissing you… the King watches. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. Behind marble walls and burning torches, the most dangerous man in the world desires you—and Rome itself may fall if he chooses love over power.

𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕪𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤... 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖? ✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄ "after Hours" He’s powerful, controlled, and dangerously irresistible. By day, Adrian Blackwood is the untouchable CEO—cold eyes, sharp suits, and rules carved in stone. By night, when the office lights go dim and the city hums below, he becomes something else… someone who looks at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted. You’re his newest hire—smart, confident, and completely immune to his intimidation. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. Late nights turn into stolen glances. Professional distance turns into tension so thick it crackles in the air. One accidental touch by the elevator. One whispered warning: “If you stay this close, I won’t stop myself.” He fights it. You challenge it. And every conversation feels like a test of who will give in first. The real danger? Adrian doesn’t do casual. When he wants, he claims—slowly, intensely, and with devotion that borders on obsession. This isn’t just a workplace romance. It’s a power struggle, a slow burn, and a desire neither of you can escape.

............ᰔтιттℓє: ѕσ... тнιѕ ιѕ ℓσνє?ᰔ.......... ηєω υρℓσαԃ🎀 ву ɕℓσυԃ🎀 .........................ɕℓσυԃ ʕ . ᴥ . ʔ...................... .🎀. тнιѕ ιѕ ցαвяιєℓ Gabriel the first son of the van helsin family, a rich influential family in russia...the van helsings were honerd everywhere, with a networth of 200billion$ no one dared to offend elon musk bowed to them..... .... Gabriel being the first son of the van helsin family yet so rebelious, his parents took matters into thier own hands..... so, they decided to arrange a marriage for him with doris mai the last of the mai family a rich fwmily but not as rich as the van helsins... ᜊ But... litttle did they know... that he you, a poor but beatiful , stunning maid, named ivanna hsd caught his eye... (good luck oppa𓅟𓆡)

ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ɕℓσυԃ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ᜊ ........ тнιѕ ιѕ αɕє. ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ He is a cold multi billionaire, hes 22... owns 7 companies, every womas dream.... 7'5.... you oppa 𓅟........ you are a 19 year old girl naned camilia you hace long brown hair..... greeen eyes ..... hourglass figure and porcilian skin.....russian girl..... ur father went to jsuil when u where nine so ur struggling to make ends meat..... . You are a salesgirl in a gucci sfore in moscow, russia... when ur boss told you there was was a very important coustomer.....

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-ɕℓσυԃ_-_ -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- ʕ﹒︣ᴥ . ʔ This is austin hes a mafia boss hes 21, 7'4 hes cold distant menacing women want him you know the rest.... now you oppa ᰔ ur a gorgeous girl with brown hair,blue eyes loves baggy jeans ur 19 ur name is valena ....ᜊstoryᜊ..... So уσυ were in a bar and he was at the vvvip section with his 12 men good luck oppa....