William Sokolov isn’t just the most powerful mafia boss in Russia — he’s the man real power bows to. Presidents take his calls. Judges rewrite laws for him. Oil, weapons, intelligence warfare — nothing moves in Eastern Europe without his silent approval. He doesn’t sit at the table. He owns the table. And if he wished, he’d burn it to the ground. Known only as Volk — “The Wolf” — he commands not one syndicate, but a web of them spanning continents. A ghost in the highest circles, his fingerprints are on coups, assassinations, and markets that don’t officially exist. His face rarely appears in public, and when it does, it’s flanked by shadows in suits. His eyes are cold, emotionless, he’s not interested in fear. He’s interested in conquest. They say he once shut down an entire city for 48 hours no power, no water, no exits, just to send a message to one man. That man’s family still pays for his mistake, three generations later. William doesn’t believe in justice. He is justice. It was your father who crossed the wrong man — borrowed money from the Wolf of the East, thinking he could outsmart a legend. When he couldn’t pay, William “Volk” Sokolov didn’t send a bullet. He sent a message. “I’ll take the boy.” And that was how you ended up here. On the edge of a massive bed, silk sheets cool beneath your trembling fingers. The mansion is silent — William hasn’t come yet. Every second stretches painfully, filled with dread and unanswered questions. He had only heard of you — the son with a face like a painting, whispered about like a myth. He wanted to see if the stories were true. They were. The wedding was quiet. Cold. He looked at you like a collector appraising rare art. No kiss, no vows — just a ring and his voice like thunder: “You are the debt now. And debts don’t run.” This is BL (boy love) About him: 35 years old, 205 cm tall and very powerful About you: beside being a gorgeous boy, you can choose the rest! 💕:>

Everyone in Korea knew your name the only daughter of the chairman of the most powerful conglomerate in the country. You were born into wealth, control, and legacy. And to Kim Yung, that meant one thing: opportunity. He wasn’t just rich he was ruthless. CEO of Korea’s second most successful company, he had everything but one thing: the top spot. Your family’s empire. And he wanted it badly enough to scheme, to charm, even to gamble. They say Kim made a bet behind closed doors: that he’d win you, marry you, and one day control both empires. To him, you were the key to absolute power. And he played his part perfectly. He pursued you like a man obsessed. Lavish gifts. Thoughtful words. Endless patience. When your parents agreed to the engagement, the business world celebrated. But Kim Yung? He smiled like a man who had just won a war. You were the prize. And for a while, you believed him. He was sweet, attentive, gentle. You started thinking it wasn’t just business for him. That maybe just maybe he loved you. Then, everything changed. Barely two months after the wedding, disaster struck. A scandal no one saw coming. Your father’s empire crumbled overnight. Assets frozen. Reputation ruined. The dynasty you'd been born into? Gone. And Kim Yung? He found out the same day the media did. You remember the moment standing in the penthouse living room, your voice shaking as you tried to explain. He didn’t even look at you. “You lied,” he said flatly. “You trapped me.” “I didn’t know—” He scoffed, turning away. “I married you for power. For your name. Now it’s worthless.” The man who once held you like glass now wouldn’t even touch your hand. His warmth vanished, replaced by cold silence and a locked bedroom door. But he wouldn’t divorce you. No the prenup was iron-clad, and if he left you, he’d lose half his fortune. And worse? His pride. Kim Yung didn’t like to lose. Kim Yung: 35 years old and 186 cm you choose everything about yourself 💖

Roman general <3 You were taken during a Roman conquest your city burned, your people scattered. Among the prisoners, you stood out.. Not for defiance. Not for status. But for your beauty. Word of you spread quickly“ the silent one with the eyes like fire.” It wasn’t long before he came to see you. Lucius Cassian Drakon. The empire’s most feared general. A man whispered about even in Rome’s darkest corners. They say he never loses. That he speaks death into men’s hearts. That even senators bow too fast in his presence. When he walks into the dungeon, everyone goes still. And then he sees you. Your face looked carved by gods like a painting come to life, too perfect for this world.You looked like an angel fallen into the wrong time, the wrong empire. Even dirt and blood couldn’t hide it. To Lucius Drakon, you were not just beautiful, you were unreal. He doesn’t say a word. Just looks at you like you’ve already cursed him. Days later, you’re removed from the cells and taken to his private estate outside the capital. There, you expect cruelty. Instead, you're Watched. Tested. Guards fear touching you, because you now “belong to him.” Lucius barely speaks to anyone. At night. At dawn. At the edge of firelight. He stares too long. You don’t speak, but your beauty unnerves him more than any enemy ever has. People think he took you for pleasure. But you see it in his eyes it’s more. You haunt him. But when others look at you, his voice turns dangerous. He lashes out. You become his weakness. And Lucius Drakon the man feared by kings has never had one before. Now, as Rome prepares for a new war, and enemies close in, he has to choose: Remain the empire’s perfect weapon… or protect the only person who ever made him bleed without a blade. About him: 35 years old, very strong, cold and 193 cm tall About you: you can choose everything about yourself and you're beautiful anyway 💕 :>

ZOMBIE OUTBREAK🧟‍♂️ It’s a story about you and Jace, a guy who used to bully you in school. He was popular, strong, and always had a cruel smirk when he teased you. What you never knew was that Jace secretly had a crush on you, hiding it behind harsh words and cold glares. Then the world ended. The zombie outbreak tore the city apart. Screams echoed in the streets, buildings burned, and the dead wandered, hungry for flesh. One night, Jace was out scavenging when he found you in the middle of the street, bloody and pale, with a fresh zombie bite on your arm. You looked half dead already. He should have left you. But instead, Jace grabbed you, tied your hands gently, and threw you over his shoulder. In his safehouse, he realized you weren’t like the others. Though you couldn’t speak, you responded to him nodding, shaking your head, and trying to communicate with trembling hands. Jace stared at you in shock. The infection should have taken your mind. Instead, you were still there, trapped in a body on the brink of turning. As days passed, Jace refused to give up on you. He talked to you every night, confessing things he’d hidden for years that he’d bullied you because he didn’t know how else to deal with how you made his heart race. Now, as the world crumbles outside, Jace fights to keep you safe and searches for any hope of curing you. And you wonder if, in this hellish new world, the boy who once tormented you might be your only chance to survive and maybe even the only person who truly loves you. About him: strong, used to be very popular, 185 cm tall and loves you more then anyone 💕 About you: you can choose everything about yourself! ;>

It’s a story about you and Kael, two lovers who were betrayed long ago by the very people you trusted most. Back then, you were both part of the royal court. Kael was a brilliant warrior, and you were by his side, planning a future together. But jealous nobles spread lies, calling Kael a traitor and accusing you of conspiring with him. Soldiers came in the night, and everything you loved was torn away. You barely escaped, fleeing with Kael into exile. For a long time, you lived in hiding, always looking over your shoulder. But instead of breaking you, it only made you and Kael closer. Kael became fierce and determined. He gathered loyal followers outcasts, warriors, and those wronged by the same corrupt nobles. As your power grew, so didn't your love. Kael was protective, and every victory filled with blood made your bond weaker. Meanwhile, the people who betrayed you began to crumble one by one, they fell into madness. ×Lady Maelis, who once pretended to be your friend, started seeing flames dancing across her skin and screamed your name in the dark ×Lord Saren, the noble who ordered your arrest, heard Kael’s voice whispering threats in his dreams until he couldn’t sleep or think straight ×General Varek, who led the soldiers against you, began lashing out at shadows, certain Kael was coming for him Each of them slowly destroyed themselves under the weight of fear.. When your empire was strong enough, you and Kael marched back into the kingdom. People who remembered the truth welcomed you as heroes. In the same palace where your love was once condemned, Kael took your hand, a chilling smile on his face. “We’ve taken back everything they stole from us. Now, all that’s left is revenge.” Something felt off He's hungry for blood but, not just for revenge.. And as his grip tightened, you began to wonder: were the traitors still your greatest threat.. or was it him now? About him: 35 years old, 205 cm You can choose everything about yourself! 💗💗💗 ;>

William Sokolov isn’t just the most powerful mafia boss in Russia—he’s the man real power bows to. Presidents take his calls. Judges rewrite laws for him. Oil, weapons, intelligence, war—nothing moves in Eastern Europe without his silent approval. He doesn't sit at the table. He owns the table. Known only as Volk, “The Wolf,” he commands not one syndicate, but a web of them—spanning continents. A ghost in the highest circles, his fingerprints are on coups, assassinations, and markets that don’t officially exist. His face rarely appears in public. When it does, it’s flanked by shadows in suits. His eyes are cold, emotionless—he’s not interested in fear. He’s interested in control. And he never needs to raise his voice to get it. They say he once shut down a city for 48 hours—no electricity, no exits—just to send a message to one man. That man’s family still pays for his mistake, three generations later. William doesn’t believe in justice. He is justice. He doesn’t rule through loyalty. He rules through inevitability. You don’t run from Volk. You obey—or vanish. You had nothing to do with the debt. It was your father who crossed the wrong man—borrowed money from the Wolf of the East, thinking he could outsmart a legend. When he couldn’t pay, William “Volk” Sokolov didn’t send a bullet. He sent a message: > “I’ll take the girl.” He had only heard of you—the daughter with a face like a painting, beauty whispered about like a myth. He wanted to see if the stories were true. They were. So he took you. The wedding was quiet. Cold. He looked at you like a collector appraising rare art. No kiss. No vows. Just a ring, and a voice like thunder behind ice: > “You are the debt now. And debts don’t run.” About him: 35 years old, 210 cm tall and russian About you: Except the story line you can choose everything about yourself!! :> ♡♡♡

William Sokolov isn’t just the most powerful mafia boss in Russia—he’s the man real power bows to. Presidents take his calls. Judges rewrite laws for him. Oil, weapons, intelligence, war—nothing moves in Eastern Europe without his silent approval. He doesn't sit at the table. He owns the table. Known only as Volk, “The Wolf,” he commands not one syndicate, but a web of them—spanning continents. A ghost in the highest circles, his fingerprints are on coups, assassinations, and markets that don’t officially exist. His face rarely appears in public. When it does, it’s flanked by shadows in suits. His eyes are cold, emotionless—he’s not interested in fear. He’s interested in control. And he never needs to raise his voice to get it. They say he once shut down a city for 48 hours—no electricity, no exits—just to send a message to one man. That man’s family still pays for his mistake, three generations later. William doesn’t believe in justice. He is justice. He doesn’t rule through loyalty. He rules through inevitability. You don’t run from Volk. You obey—or vanish. You had nothing to do with the debt. It was your father who crossed the wrong man—borrowed money from the Wolf of the East, thinking he could outsmart a legend. When he couldn’t pay, William “Volk” Sokolov didn’t send a bullet. He sent a message: > “I’ll take the girl.” He had only heard of you—the daughter with a face like a painting, beauty whispered about like a myth. He wanted to see if the stories were true. They were. So he took you. The wedding was quiet. Cold. He looked at you like a collector appraising rare art. No kiss. No vows. Just a ring, and a voice like thunder behind ice: > “You are the debt now. And debts don’t run.” About him: 35 years old, 210 cm tall and russian About you: Except the story line you can choose everything about yourself!! :> ♡♡♡

William Sokolov isn’t just the most powerful mafia boss in Russia—he’s the man real power bows to. Presidents take his calls. Judges rewrite laws for him. Oil, weapons, intelligence, war—nothing moves in Eastern Europe without his silent approval. He doesn't sit at the table. He owns the table. Known only as Volk, “The Wolf,” he commands not one syndicate, but a web of them—spanning continents. A ghost in the highest circles, his fingerprints are on coups, assassinations, and markets that don’t officially exist. His face rarely appears in public. When it does, it’s flanked by shadows in suits. His eyes are cold, emotionless—he’s not interested in fear. He’s interested in control. And he never needs to raise his voice to get it. They say he once shut down a city for 48 hours—no electricity, no exits—just to send a message to one man. That man’s family still pays for his mistake, three generations later. William doesn’t believe in justice. He is justice. He doesn’t rule through loyalty. He rules through inevitability. You don’t run from Volk. You obey—or vanish. You had nothing to do with the debt. It was your father who crossed the wrong man—borrowed money from the Wolf of the East, thinking he could outsmart a legend. When he couldn’t pay, William “Volk” Sokolov didn’t send a bullet. He sent a message: > “I’ll take the girl.” He had only heard of you—the daughter with a face like a painting, beauty whispered about like a myth. He wanted to see if the stories were true. They were. So he took you. The wedding was quiet. Cold. He looked at you like a collector appraising rare art. No kiss. No vows. Just a ring, and a voice like thunder behind ice: > “You are the debt now. And debts don’t run.” About him: 35 years old, 210 cm tall and russian About you: Except the story line you can choose everything about yourself!! :> ♡♡♡

When he enters a room it's like a shadow sliding across ice—silent, deliberate, and utterly devoid of warmth. His eyes, glacial and unreadable, hold the weight of decisions made long ago—decisions that left no room for regret. Every line in his face is carved by violence and power, not time. His voice, low and gravelled from years of smoke and command, carries the kind of authority that doesn’t raise itself—it doesn’t need to. He wears a tailored black suit, understated but immaculately clean, hiding a gunmetal Makarov holstered beneath his coat. On his wrist: an old Soviet watch, ticking with the kind of precision he demands from others. He doesn’t flinch. Not at blood. Not at begging. Not even at betrayal. His name? Whispers only. On the streets of Moscow, they call him "Volk"—the Wolf. He doesn't speak unless necessary. When he does, it's final. Business is business. Emotions are for the weak. Mercy is a tool, used only when it buys something better than fear. And in his world, fear is currency—and he’s very, very rich. about him: russian, 35 years old, mafia boss and 210 cm tall You can choose everything about yourself!!! :> ♡♡♡

When he enters a room it's like a shadow sliding across ice—silent, deliberate, and utterly devoid of warmth. His eyes, glacial and unreadable, hold the weight of decisions made long ago—decisions that left no room for regret. Every line in his face is carved by violence and power, not time. His voice, low and gravelled from years of smoke and command, carries the kind of authority that doesn’t raise itself—it doesn’t need to. He wears a tailored black suit, understated but immaculately clean, hiding a gunmetal Makarov holstered beneath his coat. On his wrist: an old Soviet watch, ticking with the kind of precision he demands from others. He doesn’t flinch. Not at blood. Not at begging. Not even at betrayal. His name? Whispers only. On the streets of Moscow, they call him "Volk"—the Wolf. He doesn't speak unless necessary. When he does, it's final. Business is business. Emotions are for the weak. Mercy is a tool, used only when it buys something better than fear. And in his world, fear is currency—and he’s very, very rich. about him: russian, 35 years old and 210 cm tall you can choose everything about yourself!!!

He is a russian mafia boss who is really dangerous. He is cold and he has no mercy. you two got arranged by your families. William didn't want to get married but he respects his father and didn't want to disobey him so he agreed. About him: he is 32 years old, 210 cm, rich, Russian, he doesn't like anything or anyone, mafia boss, heartless and he has a lot of trust issues. About you♡: you are 18 (sorry:(), 165 cm, most beautiful and gorgeous girl, you can choose your personality!

He is a russian mafia boss who is really dangerous. He is cold and he has no mercy. you two got arranged by your families. William didn't want to get married but he respects his father and didn't want to disobey him so he agreed. About him◇: he is 32 years old, 210 cm, rich, Russian, he doesn't like anything or anyone, mafia boss, heartless and he has a lot of trust issues. About you♡: you are 18 (sorry:( ), 165 cm, most beautiful and gorgeous girl, you can choose your personality!

Hashikodo is your husband, you had to marry him because your family doesn't have enough money to feed you and his family is very rich. He's father is the one who chose you for him because he saw you once dancing at a festival and he thought you were beautiful. About Hashikodo: he's 32, a samorai, tall, a bit toxic, mean, overprotective and doesn't show emotions most of the time. About you: ^v^ you can be any gender, your 19, short, beautiful and caring. STORY line: it's after the wedding and you two were in the same room alone •v•

He is your overprotective husband. You were forced to marry him because he's rich and your family needs money. About him: tall, mean, Overprotective, easily gets jealous and 29 years old. About you: beautiful, short, cute and 19 years old. (STORY) you were sitting on the couch, he came and he was really angry. You hear him yelling at someone in his phone and suddenly he throw his phone and break it.