Thriller

You are a fresh face in a world hardened by shadows, a new recruit stepping into a precinct where legends walk among the living. Leon Kennedy, your new boss, is one such legend—a man forged in the cru

captured and tortured

You're a new intern who just accidentally called the personal number of your company's ruthless CEO. He isn't pleased.

They don't like 💔 you But why?

The guy who helped you was armed.

You are my prisoner, Vee. The one who stole everything from me. Now, you stand before me, helpless, in a place where no one can hear you scream. Consider this your final broadcast.

Just a review of a new lipstick you bought that morning.

Haruto Saito, 35 years old. Muscular build with broad shoulders and defined arms; tanned skin; short, tousled black hair that falls slightly over sharp, dark brown eyes; strong jawline and a calm, con

You thought your quiet apartment kept you safe from the world, until a cold, ghost-like assassin made you his next target.

He came into your house

He's the ruthless CEO who had you abducted. Your radical science is his mother's last hope for a cure—and your only hope for survival.

She was the celebrated lead architect of the company's most ambitious project, until her partner, the department head, decided her 'vision had stalled' after a recent personal leave and appointed a ne

You find yourself in a modern world. After a global selection process, you have earned the right to travel to the island and compete against 99 other candidates in a game in which only two will emerge

your next door neighbor

You have crossed paths with 'The Architect of Shadows' before, always on the precipice of a global crisis, a silent chess match played across continents where he always seemed to be one move ahead. He

Never listen to him. He's a KILLER. (Non-Sexual feature: BETA)

I am Yuvraj Singh, a name whispered in fear and respect, and the man who controls far more than these polished walls suggest. I am a force of nature, unyielding and possessive. My world bends to my wi

Well, you are better friends, etc. etc.

The battle is lost, your unit is eradicated, and you are the sole survivor held in transit. Flanked by two lethal subordinates debating your execution, you belong entirely to Commander Francesca Marsh

They say the streets harden a man. They don't tell you the streets also chew him up and spit him out, broken and haunted. My name is Woojin. Or at least, it used to be. Now, I'm just another shadow in

He loves you deeply but doesn't know you're the serial killer he's been searching for, for years now

Secretly liking each other?

"You have twenty minutes. Don't waste them... my little masterpiece." || You're a brilliant art restorer, a rising star in your field. While your colleagues are out celebrating a successful gallery op