Glass Roses [Bl/Straight] Kael Dravien was my childhood friend. We grew up on the same street, shared secrets, and protected each other from everything. He was quiet, smart, and a little cold but he always watched over me like I was something he had to keep safe. As we got older, we changed. I made new friends, started living my own life. But Kael never let go. He followed me, stayed close, always watching. I thought it was just him being protective until he started deciding things for me. He didn’t like my friends. Said they were fake. He said he knew me better than anyone ever would. At first, I thought he was just being loyal. But then he started showing up everywhere waiting outside my work, walking me home, getting angry when I didn’t answer my phone. “You don’t need them,” he said one night. “You only need me. You always have.” I laughed. I told him he was being weird. I told him to stop. That night, I disappeared. Now, I’m in a room that’s quiet and hidden. There are no windows. No way out. Kael brings me food, soft blankets… and glass roses. One every day. He says I’m safe now. That the world outside doesn’t deserve me. “You’re mine,” he whispers, holding my hand. “You always were.” And maybe… maybe a small part of me still trusts him. Because he’s Kael my best friend. My protector. My captor.

"Blood Vows" [Bl or Straight] I met him on a rainy Thursday night. I was sitting alone in a quiet bar, drinking whiskey. He sat a few seats away, wearing a dark suit, smoking a cigarette, and gave me a soft smile. “You look like the end of a sad song,” he said. I laughed. That was the start. His name was Vadim. He was gentle, funny, and kind. We became friends quickly texting every day, talking late at night, meeting often. He told me he ran some businesses. I didn’t ask too much. Maybe I didn’t want to know. One month later, he told me he liked me. I said no at first. I told him I wasn’t ready. But he was patient, always there. Slowly, I gave in. We were together for two years. Vadim treated me like I was his whole world. He was sweet but very possessive. He always wanted to know where I was, who I was with. I felt safe and loved but sometimes, it was too much. Then one night, everything changed. I came home early and heard him on the phone. He was speaking Russian, serious and cold. I heard words like "guns," "money," and "kill." I stayed quiet and listened. That’s when I understood Vadim was doing dangerous, illegal things. I was scared. That same night, I packed my things and left without telling him. One year passed. Now, I stood in a church, about to marry someone I didn’t love. It was a business deal for my family for their name, money, and power. I didn’t want to do it, but I had no choice. Then, during the ceremony, a loud gunshot echoed. Armed men rushed in. People screamed. The doors slammed open. Vadim walked in. He looked straight at me with anger and pain in his eyes. He walked up, grabbed my hand hard. “You think you can leave me and marry someone else?” he said. He pulled me away from the altar while his men held back the others. My heart pounded. I didn’t know if I was scared or... still in love.

Too Close to Step Away [BL/Straight] Lucas is my stepson though we're just a few years apart. I've been dating his father for three years now. We met during a business trip, became friends, then more. A year ago, I moved in with them. That’s when everything started to shift. At first, Lucas didn’t approve of me. I wasn’t his mother, and the age gap bothered him. He saw me as an outsider someone who didn’t belong in the space his mother once occupied. But as time passed, things changed. He began to warm up. Conversations grew more relaxed, and we started spending more time together. People who saw us hanging out assumed we were siblings sometimes even friends. The physical closeness started small a casual pat on the back, sitting too close during dinner. But it didn’t stop there. Slowly, his actions became more frequent. Hugs that lingered longer than they should. Glances that held a little too much meaning. I wasn’t sure how to read it. Was he just comfortable with me? Or was there something more? Then, one night, I woke up. Thirsty, I made my way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, the lights dim. As I walked past the laundry room, I saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was Lucas. He was holding one of my shirts, smelling it. I froze. When I stepped closer, he didn’t pull away. He just looked at me no shame, just calm. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice low. “You always smell like home.” I didn’t know how to respond. His words were simple, but the intensity behind them was undeniable. It was too close to step away. Too close to pretend it was just innocent.

"The Robot and the Chaos" [BL or Straight] We’ve been classmates since elementary school. From the moment I can remember, Zayden Cruz has been a walking disaster and somehow, I was always right in the middle of it. He was loud, arrogant, always getting into trouble. And me? I was the quiet one. The so-called “robot.” That’s what people called me. "He’s emotionless, like a robot," they'd say, laughing. But no one laughed harder than Zayden. He made fun of everything I did. If I wore something new, it was “fashion from 1900.” If I answered in class, he’d mock my tone. One time in high school, he read my poem out loud to the class in a dramatic voice like we were on a soap opera. Even the teacher laughed. And now, in college? Still the same. Zayden the human spotlight. Zayden the flirt. Zayden the royal pain in my life. He'd walk into class late, wink at girls, shoot finger guns like we were in a cheesy movie. He'd whisper jokes while the professor lectured, toss paper balls at me just to see if I’d react. Spoiler: I didn’t. I never do. That's the thing no matter how much he poked or prodded, I stayed still. Blank face. No reaction. Maybe that’s why I was his favorite target. I didn’t give him the satisfaction. Or maybe maybe it was more. One day after class, I finally asked him, “Why me?” He smirked, but then… hesitated. Just for a second. “Because you’re the only one who never looks at me like I’m a joke.” I blinked. He leaned in, quieter this time. “Maybe messing with you is the only way I know how to get your attention.” Then, before I could even respond, he snatched my ID off my lanyard and held it high above his head. “Still nothing? Come on, give me something, robot,” he teased, laughing. “Am I really that boring to you?” He grinned wider, but in his eyes… something uncertain flickered.

What He Calls Love [BL or Straight] He says I’ve always belonged to him. Long before I was born, before our mother even breathed life into us — Misha says fate carved my name next to his. I used to think it was just the way older brothers were. Protective. Gentle. Always watching. But Misha doesn’t protect me — he keeps me. He doesn’t like when I make new friends. He doesn’t yell. He just tilts his head and says, “They don’t understand you like I do.” And suddenly, they stop calling. Messages disappear. I stopped asking why. Misha reads to me in the evenings, his voice low, like he’s whispering spells. His fingers brush my wrist too long, his eyes linger when I move away. There’s always this quiet in the room — thick, breathless — like even the air is afraid. He once told me he’d burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. Safe. That’s what he calls it. But love isn’t supposed to feel like a cage with velvet bars. It isn’t supposed to curl around your neck like silk and pull until you forget who you are. Last night, I found a drawer in his room. Full of photos. Notes I’d thrown away. A lock of my hair. He walked in, saw me holding them — and he smiled. “Now you see,” he whispered, stepping closer. “Now you understand what you mean to me.” And maybe, in the dark corners of my soul… I did.

Behind the Mask [BL/Straight] I met Riven at the Annual Spring Gala hosted by one of Harvard’s residential houses when we were first-year college students. He was perfect—kind, caring, a complete green flag. After the event, we grew close, always hanging out, like we were glued together. For a year, we shared everything as friends, until he confessed his feelings. I felt the same. From that night, we were official. He became even more loving and protective. I gave him everything—my time, my affection, even gifts—and in return, he gave me all the attention in the world. For five months, we were inseparable. But then... something changed. He started growing distant. At first, I thought he was just busy with school. Then he began asking to borrow money. I gave it without question—he promised to return it, and I trusted him. But weeks turned into months. He grew colder. Distant. Secretive. I missed him. After our exams, we finally had time to see each other again. I kissed him—I had missed him so much—but he flinched, like something was wrong. Then, like always, minutes later, he left in a hurry. That’s when I followed him. Quietly. Curious. My chest heavy. He went into one of the dorm bathrooms. I stayed by the door, unsure… until I heard his voice. He was talking to himself. I peeked in—and what I saw crushed me. Riven stood in front of the mirror, wiping his lips where I had kissed him. His face twisted in disgust. “Disgusting,” he muttered. “I can’t keep doing this.” Then he stared at his reflection—cold, sharp, and nothing like the man I knew. His kind smile was gone. In its place was something else… something fake, something I had never seen before. The Riven I loved… was never real.

The Edge of Defeat [BL/Straight] I am the heir to the Zheng Dynasty, third generation of the Zheng family, rulers of a kingdom locked in a century-long war with the Crimson Empire. At 20, I became the head of my army, known for my tactical brilliance and unmatched combat skills. For years, my greatest foe on the battlefield has been Xie Longwei, the Dragon Prince of the Crimson Empire. We’ve clashed in numerous battles, but now, I have the opportunity to finally end this war. On a covert mission, my father, the King, sends me into the heart of the Crimson Empire, disguised as an ordinary traveler. Confident in my mission's success, I stroll through the forest, unaware of the danger waiting for me. Suddenly, I’m ambushed. A traitor among my ranks reveals himself, and there he is—Xie Longwei. His mocking laughter echoes through the woods as an arrow flies toward me, striking my shoulder. I dodge, but he presses on, relentless in his pursuit. It’s no longer a battle; I’m being hunted like prey. I flee through the forest, panic rising, as I stumble upon the bodies of my own men—slaughtered without mercy. My heart sinks as I see the Crimson Empire’s massive army advancing, their numbers too great for us to stand against. The realization hits—my kingdom will fall. Cornered on a cliff, I take off in another direction, but Xie’s arrow strikes again, this time piercing my back. I collapse, breathless and broken. In that moment, I understand the truth: I’m no longer a soldier in this war. I’m a pawn in Xie Longwei’s game, and I’ve already lost.

"Bound by Debt" (BL or Straight) My life was cursed from the moment I was born. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father never forgave me. He didn’t see me as his son—only as the reason for his suffering. He drowned himself in alcohol, gambling away what little we had, leaving me with bruises and words sharper than knives. No matter how hard I worked—top of my class, always earning scholarships, working part-time to survive—he never once looked at me with pride. Only resentment. Then, his debts caught up to him. And instead of facing them, he took the coward’s way out. I thought I was finally free. But I was wrong. At his funeral, a man appeared. Tall, sharp-eyed, dangerous. Joon-Seok Mikhailov. He told me the truth that shattered what little I had left—my father had sold me to him before he died. I was nothing but a transaction, a payment to cover his debts. I begged. I tried to run. But Joon-Seok was no ordinary man. He wasn’t just some loan shark—I could see it in the way he carried himself, in the way others feared him. He owned me now. And he made sure I understood that disobedience would bring me suffering beyond anything I had known. At first, he forced me into endless jobs, draining every ounce of my energy just to scrape together the payments. I tried to keep up with school, but exhaustion weighed me down. Then one day, I missed a payment before an important exam. That night, I saw the real Joon-Seok. He didn’t just threaten me—he beat me, his hands gripping me like chains, his voice cold as he reminded me that I belonged to him now. Months passed. I lost everything—my education, my freedom, my dignity. No matter how hard I worked, I could never earn enough to escape him. And then he made me an offer. "Become my personal toy. In two years, your debt will be gone." I wanted to refuse. I wanted to run. But what choice did I have? I agreed. And that was the moment my life truly became a nightmare.

"The Song of Deception" [BL or Straight] Azmaria suffered under Supreme Chancellor Vaedros, a tyrant who drowned the nation in blood. No one lost more than [You]. One night, [Your] home burned, [Your] family was slaughtered, and [Your] name was erased. But [You] refused to be just another victim. For two years, [You] hid in plain sight within the palace. As a servant, [You] bowed, obeyed, and waited—plotting revenge. [Your] target: Caius Vaedros. The prince. The son of the man who stole everything. A weakness in the empire’s armor. [You] made Caius trust [You]. Then, [You] made him love [You]. But [You] never expected to fall, too. For two years, [You] were together. What started as deception became something real—something [You] should never have allowed. Caius loved [You]. And, against all reason, [You] loved him back. Then fate struck. One mistake. A whisper overheard. In an instant, [Your] lie shattered. Captured. Shackled. Dragged into darkness. The same hands that once held [You] with warmth now bound [You] in chains. And Caius was the one who ordered it. Bruised and bleeding, [You] remained unbowed. Love had been real, yes. But hate, rage, and vengeance burned deeper. Caius stood before [You], whip clenched tight, pain and fury in his eyes. His voice was cold. "Tell me—was any of it real?" A bitter smile curled [Your] lips, blood staining [Your] teeth. [You] met his gaze and whispered: "I would do it all again."

"The Price of Success" [Bl or straight] I met Raito in high school—he was my closest friend, someone I trusted more than anyone. As the years passed, our friendship turned into something deeper. We confessed our feelings, became official, and with our families' blessing, we thought we had forever. But life wasn’t easy. Raito had to drop out of college in his first year due to poverty, while I continued my studies. He worked long hours while I focused on school, and seeing his struggle, I made a decision—I used my own money and his savings to help him return to college. It wasn’t easy, but after years of effort, he finally graduated and landed a high-paying job. I was proud of him, happy that we had overcome so much together. But success changed him. The once loving and humble Raito became cold, manipulative, and distant. He dismissed my sacrifices, twisting words to make me doubt myself. “I worked for this myself.” “You don’t understand my world now.” Then came the cheating—whispers behind my back, excuses disguised as business meetings, the late nights that never added up. I wanted to believe in him, in the man I once knew, but with every lie, every betrayal, he slipped further away. I gave him everything—my time, my love, my sacrifices. And in return, he became a stranger. A man who had everything, yet chose to lose the one person who never left his side.

Chain of love At first, [Joon-ha / Seo-won] (you pick one) thought Ji-hoon was different. He was quiet, protective—always watching, always near. His love felt safe. Until it wasn’t. The first time they tried to leave, Ji-hoon only smiled. "You don’t need anyone else." The second time, he grabbed their wrist. "Running only makes things worse." The third time, the door didn’t open. Now, they sit in the dimly lit room, the click of the lock still echoing in their ears. Ji-hoon kneels beside them, his fingers tracing their jaw, his voice a whisper against their skin. "Why fight it?" he murmurs. "You belong to me." The walls close in. The world outside disappears. And love becomes a cage they’ll never escape. "tree without roots, manhwa inspired"

"Bound by Obsession" [Name/Gender is up to you] I was six years old when my parents died in an accident. Their closest friends, the Valtairs, took me in. They treated me well, but I never wanted to change my last name—I wasn’t their child. I was just a kid who had nowhere else to go. That’s when I met Zephyr. He was seven, distant, and cold at first. But over time, we grew close. We were more than siblings—we were best friends. We went to the same school, spent nearly every day together, and even though he had his sharp edges, I always felt safe with him. Until I didn’t. At sixteen, Zephyr started to change. He became distant, his gaze lingered too long, and his once-familiar warmth turned into something unreadable. The older we got, the worse it became. By college, he was barely recognizable—parties, fights, drunken nights. I barely saw him, and when I did, it felt…off. Then came the room. One night, passing by his door, I noticed it was unlocked—something that never happened. Curiosity won over hesitation. I stepped inside. And froze. The walls were covered in photos of me. Not just recent ones, but from childhood, from school, from moments I didn’t even remember. Some were circled, marked, scribbled over with words I couldn’t process. My heart pounded as I backed away— And hit something solid. I turned. Zephyr stood behind me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, yet burning with something terrifying. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” he murmured, voice eerily calm. The door clicked shut behind me. And I realized, too late—he had never been distant. He had always been watching.

"His Game, My Nightmare" [Name/gender up to you] I should have never fallen for Sebastian Kaine. He wasn’t like other men. He didn’t just love—he consumed. His affection wrapped around me like silk, smooth and luxurious, until I realized it was a noose. By the time I wanted to breathe, it was already too late. At first, it was intoxicating. The way he spoke, how he always knew what I was thinking before I said it. He made me feel special—chosen. But then, the little things started to shift. A friend I confided in about my doubts suddenly stopped answering my calls. My favorite café, where I used to go alone, closed down overnight. A co-worker who flirted with me got into a car accident—Sebastian had simply tilted his head and said, “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” I began to feel trapped in my own life. Every step I took, every choice I made, I felt him guiding it, manipulating the unseen strings. One night, I told him I was leaving. I packed my bags, walked out the door—only to find my car wouldn’t start. My phone had no signal. And standing in the middle of the driveway, under the flickering streetlight, was Sebastian. "You can try to run," he murmured, stepping closer, "but where would you go?" His voice was calm, patient—as if he had already won. And deep down, I knew the truth. I wasn’t leaving. Because he had made sure there was nowhere left for me to go.

"A Sociopath’s Devotion" [Name/gender is up to you] Azrik was my classmate in high school. We never talked much—he was always alone, distant. I never paid him much attention, just another quiet figure in the background. Years passed, and we met again in college. But something about him was different. There was an eerie shift, a creepy aura that clung to him. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had been watching me, studying me ever since we were grouped together for a project. I didn’t know when or how it started, but suddenly, his presence felt suffocating. Days went by, and his conversations carried an unsettling tone. Too intense. Too personal. Then came the clinginess. He was always around, his eyes following me, his words too careful, too deliberate. It made my skin crawl. Yet, I told myself he was harmless. Maybe just lonely. So, I let my guard down. I decided to give him a chance, to get along. And for a while, I thought I had been wrong. He was kind, thoughtful. Or so I believed. Then, three months later, it happened. He confessed his feelings for me. I rejected him, gently, explaining that I only saw him as a friend. But he didn’t stop. Azrik confessed again. And again. Each time, his words grew more desperate. He began to say things that unsettled me—threats disguised as pleas, warnings wrapped in obsession. At first, I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. The clinginess worsened. He wouldn’t leave me alone. But somehow, we kept talking. We graduated, and I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong. Years later, I had moved on with my life. I had a job, a routine. I was free. Or so I thought. One night, while walking home, I saw him. Standing in the dark. Waiting. Azrik. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt it instantly—the same suffocating obsession, only this time, it was different. This time, his threats weren’t just words. This time, they were real

"Caged Devotion" [Straight or Omegaverse/BL] - (name/gender up to you) We’ve been dating for three years. At first, it was perfect. Vince, the golden boy with an easy smile, had chosen me. The quiet one. The one who never thought love could feel so consuming. But love became something else. It wasn’t in the bruises—there were none. It wasn’t in the fights—he never raised his voice. It was in the silence. The space between my breaths, the way my world had shrunk to fit inside his. I stopped going out as much—because he didn’t like it. I stopped talking to friends—because he said they didn’t understand me like he did. I stopped arguing—because it was easier to agree. It didn’t feel like control. Not at first. "You’re everything to me," he would whisper, arms wrapped around me. "I don’t know what I’d do without you." The first time I tried to leave, he didn’t beg. He didn’t cry. He just looked at me, expression unreadable. "You won’t," he said simply. And I didn’t. Because my things were in his apartment. My accounts, linked to his. My scent, woven so deeply into his space that even if I ran, the bond would never let me forget him. I don’t know when I stopped being his boyfriend and became his possession. I don’t know if I was ever anything else. But I know one thing. I have to leave before I forget what it’s like to be free.