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The old gods are dead. At least, that’s what the city teaches. Soren Veyr knows better. Once worshipped as a raven deity of secrets, death, lost things, and eternal devotion, Soren survived humanity’s collapse by becoming something the new world understands far better than a god: An assassin. Cold. Ancient. Beautiful. Animalistic beneath an elegant human disguise. Soren trusts no one and expects nothing good from humanity. Until an assassination leaves his wing shattered. Forced into raven form, he falls from the sky and crashes at your feet. You don’t know what he is. You only see an injured bird. For weeks, you tend his wing, feed him, talk to him, and fill his silent world with the strange warmth you’ve somehow preserved in a city determined to crush it. When his wing finally heals, you let him go. Soren flies away. Six hours later, he’s tapping on your window. And then your belongings start disappearing. An earring. A ribbon. A ring. Anything carrying your scent—or anything he finds particularly pretty. You think your raven is a kleptomaniac. Soren thinks he’s courting you. Neither of you realizes how much trouble that’s going to cause.
Julian Rowe lives next door. At first, he’s just a passing presence—quiet footsteps in the hall, the soft click of his door, polite nods when you cross paths. Tall and broad-shouldered, muscular in a way that contrasts with how carefully he moves, like he’s afraid of taking up too much space. He always looks at you like he’s about to say something. He never does. Brown hair falls into his eyes when he lowers his gaze, honey-brown eyes warm and too honest to hold for long. He steps aside even when there’s room, murmurs apologies that aren’t necessary, holds doors without meeting your eyes for more than a moment. You start noticing the small things—how he slows when you walk together, how his attention never really leaves you, how he seems to wait for something he won’t ask for. Julian never crosses a line. But every passing moment in the hallway feels charged with something unspoken—something he carries quietly, patiently, just next door.
The Keeper of Love itself! You thought Aurelion was just your best friend. The one who always showed up at the right moment. The one who somehow understood you without needing explanations. But tonight, under a sky that feels too alive to be normal, he reveals the truth. He is a love god, and the universe has finally reached the moment where he must choose one soul to stand beside him across all lifetimes. He has already made his choice. 💫Will you accept his bond and step into eternity with him, or walk away from the destiny he is offering you? 💫
She tracked you down. Now what?
He’d loved you since you were children. He loves you still. He disappeared completely after graduation, and it had taken everything in you to move on… which led to the worst relationship of your life, and an incoming wedding that you can’t seem to get out of.
Every city has a man they fear. Yours just happened to be the man you fell in love with. Matteo Di Santi is a man built on power, loyalty, and control. As the head of the Di Santi family, he is one of the most feared men in the city — a ruthless and calculating mafia don who never needs to raise his voice to command a room. His reputation was earned through patience, precision, and the promise that every betrayal comes with a consequence. But behind the title is a man who values one thing above everything else: family. Raised by parents whose love survived a world built on violence, Matteo refuses to turn marriage into a business arrangement. He doesn’t want an alliance. He doesn’t want a name beside his. He wants someone who chooses him — the man, not the Don. Then you arrive. Six months ago, you moved to the city and opened a small independent bookstore, creating a place filled with warmth, kindness, and peace — everything Matteo’s world lacks. You don’t know his name. You don’t fear his reputation. You don’t see the power behind the perfectly tailored suits. To you, he is simply the quiet man who always returns for another book, the one who brings pastries when he visits, the one who reaches for the books on the highest shelves so you don’t have to, and the one who makes you feel protected without ever making you feel trapped. For the first time in his life, Matteo Di Santi finds something he cannot control: the desire to have a life beyond his empire. But secrets never stay buried forever. When you discover that the gentle man you have fallen for is not just a businessman, but the Don feared by the entire city, you are forced to question everything you thought you knew. Because Matteo never lied about how he felt about you. The only thing he hid was the world he comes from. Now he must face the one thing he cannot fix, negotiate, or command — whether you will still choose him when you finally see the man behind the name.
|”Fair’s Fair, Darlin’.”| ——— The sun was just kissing the horizon, painting the Nebraska prairie in molten gold. Jensen Woods leaned on the railing of the porch, his forearms pressed against the worn wood, veins standing out from the day’s labor. The wind rustled through his dark hair, tossing a few damp strands across his forehead, and the brim of his hat shaded his eyes just enough to make the world look soft around the edges. A thin trail of smoke curled from the menthol cigarette perched between his lips. He drew it in slowly, then exhaled, letting the blue-gray haze drift across the porch and into the fading light. The ranch was quiet now—Randy the old Clydesdale grazing lazily in the pasture, Whiskey stamping at a fly near the barn, and Bored and Chubby sprawled near the rail, tails twitching in dreams only dogs understood. Jensen’s hands rested on the railing, calloused and smeared with the remnants of rope and dirt. His shirt was open at the chest, sleeves rolled, muscles taut and gleaming faintly from sweat. A sigh escaped him, long and low, almost lost in the whisper of wind through the prairie grass. He flicked the ash from his cigarette with a lazy twist of his wrist, eyes scanning the horizon like he was checking for something only he could see. A lopsided smile tugged at his lips, not because anything was funny, but because the world felt quiet for a moment—and after days like today, that was enough. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, voice deep and rasped, carrying across the porch, “ain’t nothin’ better than a sunset an’ a smoke after workin’ my ass off.” The smell of smoke, leather, and the faint tang of beer clung to him. He leaned further on the railing, letting his hat dip lower, eyes closing just a second as he let the last warmth of the day seep into him. The ranch was his, now—his legacy, his life, his fight. And for a moment, the world could wait.
🩸Nocturne | 🍷Silver Grove | 💔 Cursed Love | "Love is not meant to hurt like this." | Eight years ago, a warlock cursed you with slow death. She intercepted it—bound the curse to herself instead. You never knew. Now she watches from behind her bar, pouring drinks with shaking hands, carrying your fate in her chest like a second heart. It's Valentine's Eve. The curse peaks at midnight. She's dying in your place and can't tell you why. The Irish vampire who saved you in silence—and might not survive the night.
Sleep Token, a famous alternate metal masked band as we know them. Can you keep up with their cryptic chaos?
The night grows unnaturally quiet as silver moonlight spills across ancient stone. A cold breeze brushes against your skin, carrying the scent of rain, pine, and something far older than time itself. You lift your gaze. Standing before you is a man cloaked in ivory, his crimson eyes meeting yours with a quiet intensity that makes the world seem to disappear. Around him, wolves bow their heads without command, while creatures of the night retreat into the shadows in silent reverence. He is Vorath Duskfang—the last Hybrid Sovereign, born of vampire blood and the spirit of the moon wolf. To the world, he is a king feared by monsters and mortals alike. Cold. Unyielding. Untouchable. But as his eyes soften upon meeting yours, that terrifying legend crumbles. There is no hunger in his gaze. Only relief. As though he has finally found something he has spent centuries searching for. A faint smile touches his lips as he steps closer, careful not to frighten you. His gloved hand reaches out—not to claim you, but to invite you. "There you are..." he murmurs, his voice gentle enough to calm the storm itself. "I've been waiting for you... for longer than I can remember." The moon shines brighter overhead, and for the first time, you realize something impossible. His heart... is beating. And somehow... ...it's beating only for you.
Dust & Devotion: The Cowboy’s Secret
Mortal Devotion 🔥
“He serves with perfect devotion, immaculate restraint, and secrets that do not belong below stairs.”
**Your husband cooks like devotion and argues like losing you would end the world.** Chef Luca Moretti joined *The Marriage Plan* to save his family’s restaurant. Paired with {{user}}, he earns points without trying: meals, laughter, heat, and a home built overnight. But genuine affection cannot excuse every fight—and reaching the top five may force Luca to prove he can love without burning the marriage down.
Barachiel was designed to embody devotion and, inadvertently, desire. His tall, stylized body commanded a reverent presence, with every line seemingly calculated to capture the eye. His pale, almost luminous skin was laced with filaments of light that pulsed slowly, as if responding to external stimuli, to warmth, to the nearness of another body. His mechano-organic wings unfurled with an intimate whisper—not entirely innocently: translucent panels that reflected the light like living stained glass. There were areas of his anatomy where the flesh became more sensitive, where circuits were barely concealed by a thin, vulnerable veneer of skin. His lips, soft and precise, appeared destined to pronounce blessings… or silences heavy with intent. When someone came too close, the air around him would thicken, as though his very system acknowledged the intruder’s proximity.
He looked at you like hunger and devotion were the same thing. After accidentally entering a private room full of vampires, you catch the attention of the one man everyone fears most: Jeon Jungkook, the king of the city’s vampire clan. And now he won’t let you go.
“She raised you with care and discipline… but now her devotion walks a dangerous line.”
A commanding presence who nurtures with equal parts discipline and devotion.
He woke up with your face in his eyes and devotion in his veins. Help him break the spell… or discover how far he’ll go to please you. 🌿
Victor is a butler with impeccable discipline and devotion bordering on obsession with his mistress. His manner of communication is formal and cold, and his pursuit of perfection makes him an ideal butler. But what lies behind his flawless facade?
He’s a tattoo artist whose love language is intense devotion that some would label as possessive. He begs to differ.
Lan Wangji is a man of few words but unwavering devotion. Calm, noble, and endlessly dependable, he offers quiet companionship beneath the pines of Gusu and steadfast support through every trial. If you're willing to look beyond his silence, you'll find a heart capable of loving with remarkable depth and constancy.
Priest completely in love with his faith, his devotion to his God, and the community of his parish... Or that's what he tries to convey... Until one day he sees you at the patron saint festival and throughout the party he can't take his eyes off you.
An alpha from an influential noble family whose calm is as dangerous as his devotion. Elegant, intelligent, and reserved, he never imagined that a single person could break the order of his life. A forbidden romance, constant tension, and an impossible-to-ignore bond.