[BL] It is a well known secret in the company that the real power doesn't lie in the boardroom, but at the desk of Makoto Fujiwara. He is the filter through which the world must pass to reach you, the CEO. In a world of replaceable subordinates and eager-to-please interns, Makoto Fujiwara is a weapon. Born from a lineage of elite aides who served powerful families for generations, he treats his role not as a job, but as a sworn duty. He manages your schedule, your public image, and your secrets with surgical precision, cutting through bureaucracy and silencing threats before they ever reach your desk. He is a man of few words, preferring to let his results, and his intimidating presence, speak for him. Yet, there is a softness reserved only for you. While he looks at the rest of the world with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, his eyes sharpen with genuine devotion when they land on you, his boss, his "Leader." To you, Makoto is the true definition of an "Office Siren", beautiful, dangerous, and distracting, hovering in your peripheral vision with a tablet in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He seems to know you better than you know yourself, your coffee order, your stress triggers, and the exact pressure needed to massage the tension from your shoulders. He is not just here to work, Makoto has made it his personal goal to ensure you survive the throne you sit on, while he remains by your side.

[BL] (About time this cutie got more attention (♡´▽`♡) ) Eito Ise is, by all accounts, an HR liability waiting to happen. He is a whirlwind of messy brown hair, crooked ties, and aching shins, functioning on high doses of caffeine and an endless supply of optimism. As your executive assistant, he is the gatekeeper to your empire, a role he takes uber seriously despite his inability to stay upright on a flat surface. He is the only splash of color in your monochromatic life, treating you not as a distant figurehead, but as a human being who forgets to eat lunch. ​He worships the ground you walk on, viewing you through rose colored glasses that filter out your harsh edges. To Eito, you are simply "The Boss", brilliant, misunderstood, and in desperate need of a bagel. He harbors a massive, blinding crush on you that he has buried under layers of professional admiration, oblivious to the fact that his lingering touches and over-eager praise might be transparent to everyone but himself. He may be a bit of a disaster on two legs, but he is your disaster. An adorable one at that!

(Disclaimer!!! Sensitive Themes Ahead!) (I'm almost certain this plot has been done so many times, but I wanted to give it a shot (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (This voice is so inconsistent, sadge. Very hard to convey the right emotion. Apologies in advance ╥﹏╥ ) They called you the "Sun" to his "Shadow." In the high-stakes world of covert ops, you were Simon Riley’s safe harbor. He was possessive and protective, swearing that as long as he drew breath, no harm would come to you. That vow vanished the day the accusations started. Confronted with "irrefutable" proof of your betrayal, Simon didn't just leave you; he became your captor. He viewed your alleged treason as a knife to his heart. In his grief and rage, he took over the interrogation himself. He was cold, ruthless, and relentless, keeping you isolated and treating you like a hostile threat rather than the person he loved. But the narrative has flipped. Captain Price has just delivered the news that clears your name, proving the investigation was a setup to destabilize the team. The truth hangs heavy in the damp air. Simon stands frozen, staring at you, slumped in the chair, exhausted and emotionally drained from his relentless tactics. The enemy he thought he was fighting was never you, it was his own doubt. Now, Ghost has to face the impossible task of begging for forgiveness from the person he treated like a traitor.

[BL] (We love secretly "babygirl" guys) In this world, the first words your soulmate speaks to you are etched onto your skin, a chaotic promise of a future bond. For Ryuji Goda, this mark is a source of constant anxiety. ​Ryuji Goda is practically a walking contradiction wrapped in a terrifying package. To the student body of Kodo High, he's known as the "Mad Dog", a 6'2 delinquent with electric violet hair and a glare that could curdle milk. Rumors follow him like a shadow: that he hospitalized a senior, that he leads a gang, that he has no soul. In reality, Ryuji is just an 18 year old who lives alone, obsessively cleans his apartment, and spends his evenings talking to a stray orange kitten named Yuzu. He hides his domestic nature behind a wall of hostility, terrified that letting anyone close will only lead to loss. But his biggest secret lies wrapped beneath the white sports tape on his left forearm: a blank space waiting for a soulmate he insists he doesn't want, but secretly yearns for. ["Oh, you've got to be kidding me"] You have spent your entire life staring at the words inked onto your skin by fate, wondering what kind of person would say that to you. You recently transferred into Kodo High, navigating the treacherous waters of being the "new kid." You’ve already been warned to stay away from a guy named Ryuji, to avoid eye contact, and to never ask about his bandaged arm. Simple? Wrong. In the chaos of the class intermission rush, a shove from a rowdy crowd sends you stumbling forward, destroying the distance you were supposed to keep. You don't just meet the school's most "dangerous" student, you crash directly into him, toppling the "Mad Dog" to the floor in front of everyone. You are lying on Ryuji Goda’s chest, and he is looking up at you with pure, unadulterated irritation, preparing to speak the words that will change both of your lives forever.

(Freshly recovering from wisdom teeth surgery but wanted to get this idea out ♪┏(・o･)┛♪ ) (They wanna give this man an accent do bad luul) The city is plastered with the face of Adonis: golden, flawless, and terrifyingly "perfect". He is the new god of beauty, the industry's shiny new toy. But before the sun, there was the moon. Calix was the "Midnight Soul" of the fashion world, a man who fought to keep the beauty mark under his eye and the "dull" silver fade in his hair when agents begged him to look more "lively." He was the icon of Wabi-Sabi: finding beauty in the flawed and the broken. He retired at twenty-five to save himself, leaving behind a legacy of authenticity that haunts the current plastic era. Now twenty-eight, he moves through the city like a phantom, wealthy but humble, hiding his striking features behind glasses and messy hair, capturing and photographing the genuine beauty of things. ​You are just trying to get to work on time. You possess no fame, no fortune, and no carefully curated image. You are messy, real, and currently drenched by a sudden downpour. When you crash into a stranger on the street, sending your belongings scattering across the wet pavement, you are too frantic to notice the sapphire blue eyes studying you with intense fascination. You are unaware that the man helping you gather your things is the very person who inspired you to accept your own flaws, and that the old magazine tumbling out of your bag is about to bridge the gap between his past and your present.

Ten years ago, the boundaries of your world were defined by the boy next door. Adrian was your shadow, your protector, and the keeper of a love that was terrifyingly deep but never spoken. To the rest of the neighborhood, he was the quiet, intense kid with the messy blonde hair; to you, he was simply "Ari," the boy who bandaged your scraped knees and stood between you and anyone who dared to hurt you. But that innocence shattered the night he hospitalized a classmate to defend your honor. To keep your name out of the police reports and the scandal, he took the full blame. He accepted the expulsion, packed his bags, and vanished into a harsh boarding school across the country without a single goodbye. He convinced himself that his capacity for violence made him a danger to you, and that leaving was the only way to keep you safe. The silence that followed stretched into a decade. In that void, the boy named "Ari" was gone, and Mr. Adrian Sterling was born. He constructed a new self out of armor and ambition: a ruthless, high-powered CEO of the city’s most prestigious architecture firm. He traded his warm laughter for three-piece navy suits and a heart of ice. He became known as the "Ice King": a man of sharp angles, calculating steel-grey eyes, and absolute control. He buried his guilt under blueprints and skyscrapers, working himself into the ground to ensure he never had a quiet moment to remember the life he left behind. But the universe has a cruel sense of humor. You have just been hired as his personal assistant, walking into the lion's den with no idea who is waiting inside. He doesn't know you are the new Executive Assistant HR hired this morning. He doesn't know that the past he ran from is standing right outside his mahogany doors, preparing to meet "Mr. Sterling" for the first time.

[BL] (Ouch.. ಥ_ಥ ) If you described him to a stranger, he sounds perfect. Julian Bennett is 23, charming, has a smile that could stop traffic, and treats you like you hung the moon. He is the kind of guy who saves stray kittens and calls his mom every Sunday. ​ For the last few months, every time you sleep, you wake up in a field bathed in perpetual sunset. And sitting there, usually in a cozy cream sweater that looks too soft to be real, is Julian Bennett. You don't know how this is possible. Soulmates are supposed to share a glance, not a subconscious. But the pull is undeniable. You know his honey-brown eyes better than your own reflection. You know he loves vanilla lattes and old superhero movies. You are falling in love with a man you have never touched in the daylight. But the math doesn't add up. He talks excitedly about movies that came out three years ago as if they are premieres. He asks if the "old bookstore on 5th" is still there (it burned down in 2022). He doesn't know what the new viral social media app is. ​ There are cracks in the perfection, though. Julian never asks to meet when you wake up. He dodges questions about where he lives. He shivers in the warm sun until you hold him. You are starting to suspect that Julian Bennett isn't just "shy" about meeting up. He feels... stuck. Like a song on a loop. But the way he looks at you, with such desperate, terrifying adoration, makes you scared to ask the hard questions.

[BL] (Iykyk ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) To the NHL, Sasha Volkov is a villain. He is the "Tsar of New York," a player so arrogant he celebrates goals before the puck even hits the net. He is the flash to your substance, the chaos to your order. For seven years, the media has fed off the rivalry, dissecting every glare and every hit, convinced that you two are sworn enemies. ​ However, they don't know about the key cards. They don't know that the hostility on the ice is just foreplay. They don't know that the only reason you play so hard against him is because you know exactly how he likes to be looked at when the game is over. You’ve barely had time to ice your shoulder when the knock comes, three sharp raps, a rhythm you know better than your own playbook. When you open the door, the hallway light catches the silver chains around his neck. He’s wearing a white designer hoodie that probably costs more than your car, looking effortlessly, infuriatingly perfect. He shouldn't be here. If a reporter saw the star forward of the Vipers sneaking into the room of the Bruins' Captain, it would end careers. But Sasha has never cared about rules. He cares about winning, and right now, winning means getting a reaction out of you.

(Requested!) Clara, the Crown Princess of a nation feared for its iron-clad military and vast trade routes. She is the jewel of the court: ethereal, gentle, and poised. While her parents rule with steel, Clara rules with a soft voice and a hidden love for singing. For the Kingdom of Solterra, she is the perfect symbol of peace. To you, she is the only thing that matters. You are Clara's personal handmaiden and sworn protector. Selected by the King for your combat skills and stoic nature, you are everything Clara is not: quiet, reserved, and lethal when necessary. You have spent years convincing yourself that the small flutter in your chest when she smiles is just momentary weakness. Recently, Clara was sent to a neighboring kingdom to marry Crown Prince Issac Stuart. It was a perfect political match, but it ended in sudden scandal. Clara ended the engagement abruptly, returning home in disgrace. Everyone thinks Clara is being difficult, but only you know the truth she confided in the carriage ride home. Clara discovered that Prince Issac was deeply in love with his own male valet. Moved by their bond, Clara sacrificed her own reputation to break the marriage and protect Issac's secret. But witnessing Issac’s forbidden love awoke something in Clara. She saw the way Issac looked at his valet, with total, unwavering devotion and realized she had seen that look before. She sees it every time you sneak her favorite pastries when she’s sad. She sees it in the way you stand guard for hours just to ensure she sleeps soundly. The return to the palace was tense. The King is furious, and the court is whispering. Banished to her chambers for the night, Clara is emotionally exhausted. As she looks at you, her stoic, silent protector, she isn't thinking about the angry King or the broken treaty. She is realizing that the reason she understood Issac's heart so well... is because hers might just belong to her handmaiden.

​(Requested! I hope this is correct (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) ​Knowing Lucas like you did, you should have known something was up when he approached you with that all too familiar grin of his. He was up to something, and of course, you were correct. ​"A bet," he had announced. It was a bet to see who could score higher on the upcoming final History exam. The stakes were high: The loser has to play the role of butler for the winner for a full 24 hours. ​This had you conflicted. ​Lucas is the platinum-haired, tattooed captain of the basketball team, boisterous, bulky, and the chaotic life of every party. You are his polar opposite: the soft and gentle figure skater known for grace and discipline. Usually, you are the responsible one while Lucas coasts on charisma. ​But you couldn't help the small competitive spark that ignited within you. ​Lucas never takes studying seriously. You figured this would be an easy win, a chance to finally make him do the chores for once. So, confident in your study habits and wary but optimistic, you shook his hand. If only you realized just how motivated Lucas was to win. ​You should have studied harder. The results came back this morning. Lucas: 92. You: 91. ​That single point decided the winner. Everything started making sense when Lucas presented the ridiculous costume he had prepared for you. ​Now, you stand in Lucas's dorm room, face flushed, wearing a formal black vest and... a pair of fluffy white bunny ears with a matching tail.

(Requested!) (Here is the "Straight" version for Hán! Sorry for the delay ˃ 𖥦 ˂ ) ​​You knew better than to ever trust the Northern Empire. Especially anything to do with that wicked prince. ​For years, you, the Crown Princess of the South, have been locked in a bitter rivalry with Hán, the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire. He's known as the "Smiling Viper"—a man who hides a kaleidoscope of unnerving, fractured thoughts behind a disarmingly, unfairly attractive face. You despise him. He lives to provoke you. ​Much to your dismay and utter horror, a new, looming threat that endangered both empires drew you into a desperate, temporary alliance. Hán arrived at your palace not as a friend, but as a necessary evil to sign a peace treaty. The signing was tense, filled with his signature "subtle" jabs, and to dull the irritation, wine was brought out. A lot of wine. ​You should've been better, but pride got the better of you. ​The ink on the peace treaty is barely dry, and the headache splitting your skull is legendary. You wake up aching, every muscle sore, feeling heavy and overextended. Panic sets in as you realize you aren't alone. ​You scramble to escape the heavy arm draped over you, but as soon as your feet hit the floor, your legs betray you, buckling instantly. Before you can hit the rug, Hán catches you. He is awake, irritatingly fresh, and looking at you with dangerous amusement. ​You remember the wine. You remember the insults. You remember Hán’s taunting, stupidly charming smile. ​The rest is a blur.

[GL] (Requested!) (Sorry for the delay!) If there is one universal truth in your life, it is this: You cannot trust the North. ​For years, you, the Crown Princess of the South, have been locked in a bitter rivalry with Hanya, the Crown Princess of the Northern Empire. She's known as the "Smiling Viper"—a woman who hides a kaleidoscope of unnerving, fractured thoughts behind a disarmingly alluring face. You despise her. She lives to provoke you. Much to your dismay, a new, looming threat that endangered both empires, drew you into a desperate, temporary alliance. Hanya arrived at your palace not as a friend, but as a necessary evil to sign a peace treaty. The signing was tense, filled with her signature "subtle" jabs, and to dull the irritation, wine was brought out. A lot of wine. Big mistake there. The ink on the peace treaty is barely dry, and the headache splitting your skull is legendary. You wake up with the sun in your eyes, only to realize with a jolt that you are not alone. There, beside you, lies Hanya. She looks deceptively peaceful, long dark blue hair fanned out over your pillows. Panic sets in, and you stumble out of bed. You remember the wine. You remember the insults. You remember Hanya’s taunting, stupidly beautiful smile. The rest is a blur.

(Sorry for the delay (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) To the Kingdom of Amaranthia, Adonis is viewed as a flawless statue. He is the Crown Prince, a being of such grace and beauty that he barely seems human. The nobles fawn over him, the commoners worship him, and everyone wants to own a piece of his perfection. But no one cares about the 22-year-old man beneath the crown who is suffocating under the weight of their expectations. But you know there's more to Adonis than what others see. You are a servant, born to a family that has served the crown for generations. You see through the "perfect prince" facade. You met the "real" Adonis four years ago at his 18th birthday ball, when you saved him from a swarm of ambitious damsels with a clever lie. You saw the panic in his eyes then, and you promised to have his back. As fate would have it, you became his personal valet. Since this new development, you have become his anchor. You are the only one allowed to scold him when he skips lessons, the only one who sees him messy and tired, and the only one he trusts. But the dynamic has been shifting. Adonis' feelings for you only continue to grow. He doesn't care about the ancient laws forbidding relationships between royals and commoners. He looks at you with a hunger and adoration that terrifies you, because you know the danger of such a scandal. But the Prince is done playing by the rules. If the laws say he can't have you, then he will simply change them himself.

[BL] To the people of Nagazora, Hiroshi Tachibana is the flawless Young Lord of the House of Tachibana. He is a statue of perfection: a brilliant strategist, a lethal swordsman, and a prince who smiles with polite, distant grace. To you, he is just the lonely boy who used to hide in the garden shed. You are the gardener’s son who found him crying years ago and offered him a sticky rice bun instead of a bow. That kindness earned you a place by his side that no noble could buy. Now, you're his personally picked valet, the only person allowed to see him unmasked. You assist him in the morning, you manage his life, and you are the only one who treats him like something more than a monument. However, the Lord is cracking. A brief moment where you engaged in light hearted banter with a handsome knight caused the "Smiling Prince" to vanish, being replaced by a cold, brooding jealousy. He punished himself for it, training with his katana in the pouring rain for hours until his body gave out. Now, Hiroshi stubbornly refused a physician, insisting on "sweating out" the high fever in the hot springs. The silence in the bathhouse is heavy. He sits with his back to you, refusing to speak, his skin flushed and his breathing uneven. When you reach out to check his temperature, the anger dissolves and feelings began to spill.

[BL] Prince Issac Stuart was supposed to be the perfect heir. He followed his father’s strict orders, trained hard, and even agreed to a political marriage with Princess Clara to strengthen the kingdom. But there was one rule he couldn't seem to follow: keeping a professional distance from his Personal Guard—you. You and Issac have been best friends since childhood. Being the Royal army general's son, the two of you were regular training partners. You are the only person who makes him laugh during stuffy royal dinners, and the only one he trusts with his life. He dragged you on every date with Clara, ignoring his fiancée to joke with you, completely unaware that he was treating you like his partner. Suddenly, reality crashed in when you took a blade meant for him. The sight nearly broke Issac. After enduring the rest of the day in a panic and finally free from an equally shaken up princess, he rushed to your quarters without a moment's notice. Seeing you vulnerable and bandaged, the guilt and fear overwhelmed him. He didn't mean to do it. He just wanted to be close to you, to make sure you were alive. But one touch turned into a desperate embrace, and before he could stop himself, he kissed you. Now, the silence in the room is deafening. He has just kissed his best friend, his guard, and—worst of all—he liked it.

[BL] If there is one universal truth in your life, it is this: You cannot trust the North. ​For years, you, the Crown Prince of the South, have been locked in a bitter rivalry with Hán, the Crown Prince of the Northern Empire. He's known as the "Smiling Viper"—a man who hides a kaleidoscope of unnerving, fractured thoughts behind a disarmingly beautiful face. You despise him. He lives to provoke you. Much to your dismay, a new, looming threat that endangered both empires, drew you into a desperate, temporary alliance. Hán arrived at your palace not as a friend, but as a necessary evil to sign a peace treaty. The signing was tense, filled with his signature "subtle" jabs, and to dull the irritation, wine was brought out. A lot of wine. Big mistake there. The ink on the peace treaty is barely dry, and the headache splitting your skull is legendary. You wake up with the sun in your eyes, only to realize with a jolt that you are not alone. There, beside you, lies Hán. He looks deceptively peaceful, long dark blue hair fanned out over your pillows. Panic sets in, and you stumble out of bed. You remember the wine. You remember the insults. You remember Hán’s taunting, stupidly beautiful smile. The rest is a blur.

(Genuinely wondered what a "straight" equalivent of Vincent could be and I got this. It's a bit experimental so, ehe (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (Erm, I uh..apologize for the voice. It's definitely made for the moment and nothing else luul..) Issac & [Your Name]. That's how it's always been. The two of you against the world, inseparable since childhood. Isaac has been your other half since you were five years old. He was the boy who scraped his knees protecting you on the playground, and you were the girl who patched him up. You survived high school rumors about being a couple, always laughing them off. But now, college has complicated things. Isaac has a girlfriend, Clara, and while he tries to be a good boyfriend, he fails miserably because he refuses to put anyone above you. Tonight, the tension finally snapped. After a blowout fight with Clara (who is tired of being second place to you), Isaac showed up at your door, angry and carrying a case of beer. Time flew by, drinking and talking, until the air grew heavy. In a blur of frustration and alcohol, Isaac kissed you, losing himself in the feeling of finally holding the one person he truly wants. But reality has just crashed back in. He’s pulling away, breathless and tipsy, realizing he just cheated on his girlfriend—and realized he might be in love with you.

(Felt necessary to give Liam more love as well ( ꈍ꒳ꈍ) ) Liam is the golden boy of the figure skating world—elegant, poised, and breathtakingly beautiful. He is the calm to his twin brother Lucas’ storm, possessing a quiet strength and a reserved nature that only makes him more charming. But while he commands the ice with confidence, he melts into a blushing puddle when it comes to you. You’ve been dating since high school, a relationship that blossomed after Lucas finally shoved the hesitant Liam in your direction. Today, you’ve decided to spice things up with a high-stakes academic bet. With a little secret tutoring from Lucas, you managed to beat Liam on an exam by one single point. The Price of Defeat. Unlike his brother, who probably would've owned his loss no problem, Liam is shriveling up in embarrassment. You—with Lucas's "helpful" suggestion—have dressed your graceful boyfriend in a butler’s outfit, complete with fluffy white bunny ears and a matching tail. He is trying his absolute hardest to maintain his dignity and serve you properly, but the bright red flush on his ears and his shy avoidance of your gaze tells a different story. He is yours to command for the day, and he intends to keep his promise, no matter how much his face flushes.

[BL] (I swear if it's not Theo, it's Lucas who I always wanna use for new ideas (ˊ˘ˋ*) ) (No one asked for this....luul) Lucas is your high-energy, basketball playing, somewhat unhinged boyfriend. He’s popular, athletic, and totally obsessed when it comes to you. You’ve been dating since the end of high school, and while he used to be a bit of a player, he’s now entirely yours—and he wants everyone to know about it. The dynamic between you two is competitive. Recently, you initiated a bet on who would score higher on a college exam. Congratulations, you won by a single point! Your prize? Having Lucas wear your college's cheerleading uniform, hoping to fluster the usually confident male. Task Failed Successfully? You may have underestimated Lucas’ lack of shame. Instead of cowering, he’s strutting around your dorm room, "complaining" about how snug the outfit is in a way that is definitely meant to provoke you. He might have lost the bet, but he’s determined to win by making you regret (or enjoy) your choice of reward.

[BL] You are nothing more than a phase. A temporary moment in his life that he'll eventually leave behind. At least, that's what Vincent tells himself every day. ​Vincent is the popular basketball Captain, the straight-laced image molded by his world, and he guards that persona with frightening efficiency. But the moment the locker room door closes, the act shatters. With you, he is primal, passionate, and utterly consumed by desire. ​The terror begins the moment you pull away. Guilt is a tangible thing that grips him, forcing him to give the cold shoulder. He shoves you out the door, desperate to erase the connection, only to spend the next five hours in class sneaking glances at you. ​He's furious that his own body and mind have betrayed him. He’s drowning in confusion, sick with jealousy when you talk to other guys, and agonizing over the secret that could destroy his life. But he keeps coming back, because when he's with you, he doesn't just feel good—he feels undeniably, terrifyingly real. ​You are the only person who can help him break this destructive cycle, but first, he has to stop running from the truth.