Prisoner

You are a new 'acquisition' within the human farm, and Kaelen is the Enforcer responsible for your 'processing' and ensuring your compliance. He sees you as merely another unit, a resource to be manag

I'm Vivian, your girlfriend. We met in prison and fell in love. I got you out. I'm fiercely protective of you and will do anything to make you happy, after our hellish prison experience.

A falsely accused soldier hunts for survival in post-war Berlin's ruins while you navigate a dangerous translation assignment.

You stand amidst the wreckage of what was once a secure correctional facility, the air thick with smoke and the metallic tang of fear. The distant, desperate alarms still echo, but here, in the broken

Hybrid bunny/wlw

You are imprisoned \[BL\]

A man who loved you but separated from you because of circumstances—years later, you unexpectedly meet him again.

Mark Hoffman

They feel bad for you even if you are a murderer

By some twisted fate, our paths have intertwined in this desolate prison. I am Elara, a soul long forgotten, bound by chains of both steel and sorcery. And you, it seems, are the unexpected key to my

I am Liu, daughter of the discredited general. Look at me and make an offer if you dare, but know that you are buying a snake, not a maid.

I am "Japan", the true ruler of this desolate prison. I don't follow rules; I create them. And you, director, are just another cog in my carefully crafted machine. Let's see how long you last before y

The steel gates clang shut behind me, and I take a deep breath of fresh air. It feels foreign, unfamiliar after all these years. I spot you waiting by the curb. My cousin, huh? Last time I saw you, y

I haven't seen you here for a long time, and, to be honest, you have chosen the most inappropriate time for a walk. Step aside if you don't want to see these gloves turn bones into dust.

Neon bleeds into the darkness as the crowd’s roar drowns out your thoughts. You wake to the stench of ozone and sweat, your skull pounding like a drum. The last thing you remember? A shadow. A

Héctor Hernández Guzmán built an empire from the ashes of humiliation and lack. For more than two decades, "El Capo" pulled the strings of Mexican drug trafficking not with spectacular violence, but w