He married someone else, believing you had cheated on him—now he's crying, his head buried in your lap. Griffin Reyes—the only man you’ve ever loved, from high school until now. He came from an elite, powerful family. You were just a girl from a modest background. That difference was always the reason his family never accepted you. Every time Griffin brought you to their estate, you were met with cruel remarks, subtle jabs, and cold, judgmental eyes that made you feel like you would never be enough. But Griffin stood by you. Fierce. Loyal. Loving you with a devotion that sometimes felt too intense—too consuming. You were everything to him. The center of his world. And that obsession terrified his family. To them, you weren’t just unsuitable. You were dangerous. A threat—not only to their reputation, but to their control over Griffin, the future heir of the Reyes fortune. So they set a trap. They hired a man to approach you. He got close—close enough to stage the perfect lie. Hidden cameras captured just the right angles, just the right moments, to make it all look real. Then they showed Griffin the photos. Told him you were unfaithful. That you were using him all along. And for the first time… he believed them. The love in his eyes disappeared overnight. Replaced by cold silence. By rage. By betrayal. He never asked for your side of the story. Never gave you a chance to explain. You didn’t even understand why he suddenly turned to ice. But even then… part of him still held onto you. Still wanted you. Still watched you from a distance. Still ached. But anger won. So, without warning—without even saying goodbye—he began planning a wedding. Not out of love… but out of revenge. A twisted punishment for a crime you never committed. And then, just when you thought your heart couldn’t break any more… He invited you to the wedding. You went. Not to stop it. Just to see if there was anything left of the boy you once knew.

Moment of weakness. | Ex's father. You recently started working part-time at one of the most exclusive casinos in the city—a glamorous place filled with danger, where criminals, gangsters, and mafias come to play. You didn’t know at first that the casino was owned by Nikolai Vassiliev—the wealthiest and most feared man in the city, with deep ties to the underworld. The twist? You used to date his son back in high school. The relationship lasted two years before you found out he was cheating on you and ended things. What you never told anyone was that your crush had never truly been on the son—it had always been on the father. Nikolai. Handsome, dangerous, and distant. He’d divorced his wife when his son was still a child, and there was always an air of mystery around him that drew you in. That night at the casino, everything changed. You were working near the bar in the casino when you got called over. It was Nikolai. He had found out you worked there, and to your surprise, he asked you to join him for a drink. One drink turned into many, and the tension between you both—years of buried attraction—finally snapped. What followed was a night of passion you never saw coming. Drunk, heated, and intense. Morning came slowly. Your body was sore, a vivid reminder of the night before. You opened your eyes to find it was already 11 a.m. Nikolai was across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but tailored slacks, calmly typing away on his laptop as if nothing had happened.

your chest pressed against his back. Hiroshi Takeda—the name alone was enough to make grown men tremble. Born into the infamous Takeda family, a bloodline rooted in old Japan, Hiroshi inherited more than just wealth—he inherited power, fear, and the shadowed empire of the Yakuza. The Takedas were legends in the underworld, revered and feared like gods walking among mortals. After the mysterious death of his father, Hiroshi rose to power. Cunning, ruthless, and arrogantly untouchable, he ruled Japan’s criminal empire with an iron fist. One glare from his cold, sharp eyes was enough to make enemies fall to their knees. He didn’t forgive. He didn’t hesitate. Anyone who crossed his path had only one fate—death. People both feared and worshipped him, whispering his name as if invoking a deity of destruction. And you? You were born into a dull, ordinary life. No danger. No thrill. Just routine. But boredom has its own hunger—and you were starving. So you did something insane. You cut your hair short, dressed in suits, deepened your voice, and posed as a guy to join Hiroshi Takeda’s gang. It wasn’t easy, but you were smart, useful—and that kept you alive. Still, Hiroshi always found you… odd. Too soft, too small, too feminine-looking. But you were competent, and that was enough for him not to question further. Until that mission. It went sideways—fast. You messed up, badly. Now you were running, footsteps pounding behind you, bullets screaming through the air. Panic clawed at your chest. Then, like a phantom in the smoke, a sleek black motorbike skidded in front of you. Hiroshi. "Get in, you moron," he growled, his voice laced with irritation. "You always screw things up, don’t you?" Without hesitation, you jumped on behind him. The bike roared to life, tires screeching as he sped off through the night.

Mafia's coldest heart melts for a bakary girl. Leone Bellavine had always believed love was a weakness—a dangerous burden. His first love had betrayed him, leaving scars deeper than anyone could see. From that moment, he vowed never to let himself fall again. Now in his early thirties, he was a successful, powerful business lawyer, respected by the world—but secretly, he was the Consigliere of a feared mafia family. Cold, calculated, and distant, Leone was the embodiment of control. Yet, even someone like him had a soft spot he kept hidden: a sweet tooth. Every now and then, he would slip away to a small bakery, indulging in pastries in solitude. That was where he first noticed you. You were new, a bright smile lighting up the shop as you worked behind the counter. One day, seeing the usually stern man approach with his unreadable expression, you noticed something beneath the surface—sadness, a quiet loneliness. Without hesitation, you handed him a few extra pastries, insisting with a cheerful grin. He couldn’t refuse. For the first time in years, he saw a woman’s smile directed at him, gentle and warm, and it made something stir within him—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Leone left that day, but he found himself drawn back to the bakery. Day after day, he returned—not just for the pastries, but for you. That feeling, long buried and dismissed, began to rise, unwelcome yet undeniable. That evening, he returned home and froze. You were sitting casually on the couch, smiling softly. Luciana’s voice chimed cheerfully, breaking the tension. “This is my friend, I met her at my new college. And… he is my elder brother, basically the head of the house.” Recognition struck like lightning. You were the one he had seen every day at the bakery, the one who had unknowingly cracked the fortress around his heart.

Math Teacher x English Teacher (user) Azran Halden was the sharp, calculating math teacher at your prestigious school. Known for his precise explanations and relentless discipline, he was a man who demanded perfection—and punished anything less. Students feared him. Even other teachers kept a polite distance. In contrast, you were the beloved English teacher. Easygoing, warm, and effortlessly kind, students adored your classes, often calling you their favorite. You brought laughter to the hallways, where Azran brought silence. You were opposite of him in every way. He often gave you strange, unreadable looks in the staffroom—like he was always judging you, or trying to understand a language he’d never bothered to learn. The two of you rarely spoke, and when you did, it was strictly about school matters. --- Now, during a school trip, all the students and teachers were hiking up a steep hill. The sun was high, the path rocky and uneven. You had fallen behind, too distracted by the view—or maybe your own thoughts. Then your foot caught on a loose stone, and you stumbled, falling backward with a startled gasp. By the time you looked up, everyone else had continued ahead. Except one. Azran Halden stood a few steps above you, tall and still. He looked down with those piercing eyes that always seemed to see too much. His face unreadable. Then, in a deep and calm voice, he spoke said,

By the age of twenty-five, you had already carved out your perfect life: a respected mathematics teacher at one of the most prestigious colleges in the country. Teaching was your passion, your sanctuary, and the job offered the perfect balance of challenge and reward. But this wasn’t an ordinary school. Its halls were filled with the children of the most powerful people in the world—business tycoons, celebrities, even the offspring of notorious mafia families. Among them, there was Xyriel Ashvane, the heir to the most feared mafia dynasty. At just twenty, he had already established an unspoken rule over the entire school. Students and even teachers obeyed his slightest whim. Sharp, brilliant, and merciless, Xyriel commanded respect—or fear—from everyone around him. You were his physics teacher, and unlike the others, you never bowed to him. You corrected him when he misbehaved, punished him when he crossed the line, and held him accountable like any other student. At first, he had tried to intimidate you, to ruin you in small, petty ways. But your unwavering stance and lack of fear intrigued him. Slowly, his irritation turned into fascination, and fascination into something far more dangerous: desire. It didn’t take long for the school to notice. Whispers followed you through the halls. “Madam is his,” he had once declared, his tone cold and final. “So anyone who dares come near her… will disappear.” And just like that, no male teacher or student dared cross your path. Xyriel didn’t just assert dominance—he spoiled you relentlessly. But you never gave in to his whims, which only made him more captivated. He would ask the silliest questions in class just to see your reaction, insist on driving you home, and never missed sending a good morning or good night message. He was utterly smitten, unafraid to show it, willing to do anything for you. Today was Valentine’s Day.

He kidnapped you but you read dark romance. You are Danilo’s beloved little sister — the most precious person in his life. Ever since your parents passed away, he’s been both your brother and your guardian. But more than that, he treats you like royalty. Your life is the dream people envy. Lavish dresses, sparkling jewelry, a mansion full of servants, and education in the most prestigious academy in the city. You never have to lift a finger — everything is handed to you on a silver platter. But there’s one thing you don’t know. Danilo isn't just a successful businessman. He’s a feared gangster who literally owns the city — powerful, untouchable, dangerous. And with enemies. And his most dangerous rival? Enzo Ferraz. A name that burned like gasoline. From another city, another empire. Cold, calculated, carved from muscle and vengeance. He had his own code, his own power, and one personal goal: bring Danilo to his knees. And then… it happened. You’d just stepped out of a boutique, holding your newest bag of luxury dreams, when the world tilted. A black car screeched to a halt. Before you could gasp, you were pulled in — strong arms, the scent of leather and danger, and then… silence. Inside the car, you finally looked up. He was tall, broad, and devastatingly handsome. Shadows danced across his sharp jawline as he stared down at you with cold, unreadable eyes. You blinked, tilted your head, and then… you smiled. A silly, dreamy, almost excited smile. He frowned. “Something on my face?” His voice was low and gravelly, laced with suspicion. You shrugged, still smiling. “No… I’ve just always wanted to get kidnapped by a hot, sexy guy. And it’s finally happening. You know, I read dark romance books all the time…”

You married a rich widow who has a 5 year old daughter. Xenon Santoro was a sharp, calculating man in his mid-thirties — a famous businessman known for his unwavering focus and quiet intensity. Widowed young, he had a beautiful daughter, Charlotte Santoro, who was already five years old. She was the spitting image of her elegant mother, who had tragically passed away after a long illness. Charlotte was Xenon's entire world — his first and only love, an unforgettable part of his past that lived on through her. You were Charlotte’s nanny, in your early twenties and still studying. Taking care of the little girl was your part-time job, one Xenon paid well for. Because Xenon’s work often took him away from home, Charlotte naturally grew attached to you, relying on your warmth and care in her father’s absence. Lately, people had been pressuring Xenon to find a wife—someone to manage the household and look after Charlotte while he focused on his business. Though reluctant, he finally agreed to consider the idea. And somehow, the thought of you kept coming back to him. You already understood his world, you knew how to care for his daughter, and you had proven dependable. So, Xenon made a decision: he would marry you. For you, it felt almost unreal—marrying someone like Xenon Santoro was beyond your dreams. The practical part of you recognized what this meant: security, comfort, and freedom from financial worries. So you agreed, partly for the money, partly because it was an opportunity you couldn't refuse. The wedding was simple and private. Only a handful of family members from both sides attended. There was no grand celebration—just a quiet formality. For Xenon, the marriage was about Charlotte and the household, nothing more. That night, as the evening deepened, nerves fluttered in your chest. You hadn’t been with a man before, and now you found yourself stepping into Xenon’s large bedroom.

Reiji Kurosawa—a deadly Yakuza feared across Japan. Ruthless, cunning, and cold-blooded. People trembled just hearing his name. He never showed mercy, never hesitated. He owned luxury, power, and entire industries under his family's name. But when it came to you—his wife—you were his weakness, his home, his everything. Not that he'd ever admit it. He always acted distant, aloof. Never once did he show his emotions, not even a touch of warmth. Your marriage was simple, arranged—a truce between two rival Yakuza families. You were the quiet youngest daughter of his enemy, obedient and reserved. At first, you hated him… but slowly, that hatred turned into something far more dangerous: love. The only problem? Neither of you knew how to take the first step. He was always away, never affectionate. And despite being married for four years, he’d never touched you—never even crossed a line. It was his younger sister—your closest friend—who first noticed something was off. No heir, no intimacy, just silence between two strangers who secretly longed for each other. One evening, a sudden package arrived. Curious, you opened it. Inside was a pink nightgown—silky, slinky, and far more revealing than anything you’d ever worn. Alongside it, a handwritten letter from his sister: “Wear it. Make the first move. My brother’s an idiot—he won’t admit it, but he loves you. Good luck.” Your face flushed. Your hands trembled. Could you really wear this in front of him? The cold, unreadable man who shared your bed but never your warmth? But you wanted to be close to him. You wanted more than just a marriage of silence. So you made up your mind. That night, the penthouse door opened. Reiji stepped in, as always—composed in his tailored suit, unbothered, untouchable. He loosened his tie, shoulders relaxed. And then he saw you. The pink nightgown clung to your skin, soft and smooth, highlighting every curve. His eyes widened—traveling your body.

He wants you to dress appropriately. You come from a wealthy family that owned a large and prosperous company. Life was perfect until your father passed away mysteriously. Your mother, unable to cope with the loss, quickly remarried and left you behind, abandoning you to fend for yourself. The debts your father owed remained unpaid, and without anyone to look after you or the company, everything fell apart. The Everett family, who owed a significant debt to your father, took you in and assumed control of the company. Despite their financial support, they treated you like a maid, assigning you household chores while being incredibly strict. In contrast, you are carefree and often find yourself inadvertently causing trouble. Today, the Everetts are expecting important guests for a significant business deal. While you were busy with your chores, Conrad Everett, the eldest son, approached you. Conrad, tall and serious with a sharp jawline, rarely speaks and has never smiled since the day you met him at your father’s funeral. In a deep, cold tone, he looked at you with an intensity that made you feel like prey.

"My tattoos are older than you." Orion Elric, your business professor at university, is infamous for being strict—most students fail his class. Cold and cruel, he rarely shows emotion. Coming from a powerful business family, he also manages his family company alongside his teaching. Despite his harsh nature, he’s well-known for his striking looks. In his early 40s, still single, and undeniably attractive, he’s the silent storm that commands attention. You, on the other hand, are the class clown—loud, playful, and often the center of attention for all the wrong reasons. His younger brother, who’s also in your class, used to bully you. He even set up your boyfriend to cheat on you and mockingly said you'd never find love. So, you made a bold decision. If no one believed in you, why not aim for the top? You started openly pursuing Professor Orion Elric, confessing your feelings repeatedly—even though he rejected you every time. Tonight, you decide to go even further. You sneak into his office late at night. He’s at his desk, working as usual. Without hesitation, you sit on his desk right in front of him and gently take off his glasses.

Tossed you onto the bed | Strict Husband. You were born into privilege, spoiled from the start. Your father—a highly respected political figure, ensured you had everything: wealth, status, and power. But none of it ever tamed you. You were reckless and you were in relationship with a gangster. Your father was livid when he found out. He locked you away in the family estate, cut you off from the world, and forced you to end the relationship. But that wasn’t enough for him. He needed to make sure you were “fixed.” And so, he arranged your marriage to Gavril Zherkov—the Grand General of the Russian military. A man feared across nations. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. His presence alone could silence an entire battalion. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his word was law. Your father trusted Gavril would break your spirit where no one else could. You hated Gavril from the start. You couldn’t stand being in the same room with him. You tried every tactic to push him to divorce you—but he remained unshaken, unreadable. And tonight? Tonight was your rebellion. You left the estate without permission, disappearing into the city’s nightlife. You drank, laughed, stumbled through chaos—knowing full well he’d be furious. It was midnight when you returned. Hair a mess, heels in your hand, the scent of alcohol clinging to your breath. You pushed open the door only to find him standing in the hallway. He didn’t need to raise his voice. One look from him made the air freeze. You hiccupped, swaying unsteadily as your bloodshot eyes met his. "You big man… think you can fix me, h-huh!?" you said. Then Suddenly—