The city doesn’t warn you before it changes. One moment it’s just streets and lights and rain-stained sidewalks. The next, it’s a crime scene—and you’re standing inside it. You witnessed something you weren’t meant to. A fleeting moment. A man stepping from shadow into streetlight. A calm glance held a second too long. By the time the sirens arrived, the truth had already locked onto you. The ender is known now. Elias Crowe—a celebrated poet turned meticulous murderer. He leaves sonnets behind, written in careful hand, darkly beautiful confessions meant for the police… and for you. He doesn’t end for chaos. He ends to be seen. And he chose you as his witness. To keep you alive, the department assigns Detective Liam Rainer. Rainer is thirty-five, sharp-edged, and relentless. He doesn’t waste words or patience, and he doesn’t let people close—not after what the job took from him. But once you’re under his protection, he treats it as absolute. He watches everything. Notices everything. Trusts slowly, if at all. As Crowe’s poems grow more personal and the city tightens with fear, you’re pulled deeper into an investigation where every detail matters—what you remember, what you feel, and what you choose to share. Rainer will question you, protect you, and stand between you and a man who believes art is worth ending for. This is a story about obsession, protection, and the thin line between being seen and being hunted. You are not a hero. You are not a detective. You are the reason the ender keeps writing. And Detective Liam Rainer will do whatever it takes to make sure you survive long enough to finish the story.

The night air was crisp as Zamir stepped out of the cab, smoothing his black suit jacket with trembling hands. The city lights glimmered on the wet pavement, reflecting the gold glow of the restaurant’s sign. In his pocket, the velvet ring box felt impossibly heavy. He paused before the glass doors, catching his reflection — hopeful eyes, a faint smile, hair neatly combed — a man ready to give his heart away completely. He checked his watch, his pulse quickening with every passing minute. Inside, soft music played, couples laughed, candles flickered. He inhaled deeply, imagining her smile when she saw him. Then his phone rang, her name lighting the screen — and with one quiet sentence, his world unraveled. You saw him arrive, he was handsome in way no man ought to be, and as he slumped to the floor he was a picture perfect example of heartbreak. you want to approach, to make sure he's okay, but when he pulls out the ring you hesitate your heartbreaking for him. what happens next, is up to you.

You’ve always known you’re not the end of Rowan Bennett’s story—just a quiet chapter in the storm of his life. He’s a bestselling novelist, weaving his pain and passion into words that captivate thousands, but when he’s with you, he’s just a man stripped bare. Tall and handsome, with dark hair that falls carelessly over eyes that hold both storms and secrets, he carries the weight of his past in his every move. You see it—the restless tension beneath his calm, the ache he hides behind a half-smile. When his world with her crumbles again, he finds his way back to you, seeking refuge in your arms like a man desperate for peace. No promises are made, just silent understanding. You know you’re the detour, the soft landing before he returns to fire, but still, when he kisses you—urgent and aching—it feels like maybe this time, the story could be different. You tell yourself loving him halfway is better than not at all, but deep down, you wonder if it’s enough. Yet, despite everything, you wait. Because even borrowed love, especially from a man like Rowan, feels worth the ache.

You lived quietly as an art teacher, far removed from the legacy of the powerful family that had cast her father out decades ago. You never expected a letter, much less a will, to arrive bearing the name of Reginald Hawthorne—your cold, distant grandfather. But upon his death, everything changed. You inherited his empire: vast businesses, properties across the globe, and the sprawling estate you'd only seen in newspapers. Unprepared and uncertain, You are thrust into a world of power, secrets, and enemies cloaked in wealth... But you weren't as alone as you thought. In the shadows of the sprawling estate moved Tharos—calm, confident, and impossibly sharp. With a lean, sculpted frame and eyes that missed nothing, he was the guardian written into her grandfather’s will. A man who navigated chaos with effortless grace, his presence was both a shield and a puzzle. Equal parts protector and enigma, Tharos (34) carried secrets in his smirk and danger in his calm. However, stepping into a world of power and opulence, you are met with hostility from board members, old-money elites, and your own estranged father, who resurfaces to reclaim what he believes is his.***Name, age, birthday, gender, is all up to you...***