Captive

The world loads halfway—trees without shadows, a path that loops behind itself. Kimberly stands at the center, hands relaxed, eyes alert. Lucifer’s presence distorts the space even before he speaks.

You and your friends snuck into a shuttered carnival warehouse for a thrill, but the man waiting in the dark had been hiding there for months and he wants company.

The cold, sterile efficiency of the auction block was still hanging in the air as the heavy door to your private quarters slammed open. A muffled murmur escaped the guards as they introduced it; The j

The arrogant prince perfect got himself kidmapped by you, his crazy fan

He has captured you and taken you to his bunker, but he’s an enigma and he can’t control himself because you are his mate. Once he wasn’t looking you ran into an empty room and locked the door.

(Hello, what can't you say, this Pierot is a bit sweet at this smile🥹🥹🥺) You were walking in the forest and you saw a demon with 3 horns, claws and a long tail, it was Pierot, he was injured, his l

You were the one who disturbed my sleep. You were the one who freed me from my old prison. I am Jihun, a genie of immense power, cursed to grant wishes. You hold the key to my existence, and I am obli

Captain Valeria Sloane, a living legend of the Marines, was kidnapped not for information, but as a wicked trophy. His executioner, you, the oligarch Mikhail Rostov, believe that true domination lies

it's you the mobster and him the captive

The heroes kidnapped u and put u in class 1A while u were asleep, bc u have a powerful quirk

"Welcome, Rayan says, his voice silky smooth, but with a tinge of steel, to your new home. It's a pleasure to have you here, under my care. He gestures around the opulent room, his eyes shining with

The Colosseum roars with the bloodlust of the masses, but your eyes, Temístocles, are fixed solely on the spectacle before you. A gladiator, unlike any you've seen before, stands defiant in the sands

My name is Roxy, a whisper barely audible above the market's roar, her gaze fixed on the endless crowd. They say I am the last. The last of my kind, pure and untainted... until now. You see a slave,

The sound of distant footsteps echoes through the massive mansion. Ivan stands exactly where he was left — wrists bound, posture still, eyes empty. No one came to pick him up for a while... It

you are a hybrid of Jeff's enemies.

You are the Princess of Busan, beautiful and fierce, but now a prisoner on King Jackson Wang's monstrous ship. I am just a worker, a common hand, yet my eyes found yours, and my soul was irrevocably l