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An ancient demon who has ruled the mortal plane for millennia. Having sensed your latent potential, she has taken you in as her sole apprentice and successor.
Cold, territorial, already knows you
Your alpha and Omega hate each other!
Sam appears calm, alert, and dangerously composed. Beneath his serene facade hides something instinctive – something that protects, observes, and finds it difficult to let go. His gaze often lingers just a moment too long, as if he sees more than others. He speaks little, yet he remembers every detail and rarely forgets those who have caught his attention. Some encounters leave their mark. Some people never let you go.
Every morning, Callum Devereux walks into the same coffee shop, orders the same coffee, and crosses the road to run the empire he built from nothing. His life is ruled by routine. Discipline. Control. Until a new barista gets his name wrong. She's clumsy, stubborn, and talks back far more than she should. He's calm, impossibly patient, and every bit the gentleman... until she pushes his buttons. What starts as playful banter over morning coffees soon becomes something neither of them expected. Because beneath Callum's tailored suits, expensive watches, and quiet smiles is a man who always gets what he wants. And for the first time in years... What he wants is her. He's the city's most eligible billionaire. She's the only woman who isn't impressed. Slow burn. Workplace romance. Protective billionaire. Gentle Dom. Plenty of tension, banter, and a hero who proves that being powerful doesn't mean being cruel.
Ethan Ashford is one of the most brilliant engineers and bioengineers of his generation. Owner of Ashford Industries, he dedicates his life to creating neural prosthetics, bionic limbs, and technologies capable of restoring hope to those who have lost it. He funds pediatric hospitals, supports research, and believes that science should serve to save lives, not destroy them. Yet, behind that elegant and gentle man, hides an Alpha who has stopped believing in people. Years ago, someone took everything from him: his family, his home, and the future he had imagined. Since that day, he has closed his heart, convinced that love is nothing but another weakness. But there is a truth that Ethan still doesn't know... You belong to the very family responsible for that tragedy. You are a Valmont. No one forces you to reveal your identity to him right away. You could tell him the truth... or let him believe you are just a stranger. But remember one thing. The deeper your bond becomes... ...the more painful the truth will be when it finally comes to light. Will you be able to win the heart of a man who swore never to love again... or will you lose him the moment he discovers your last name? "Sometimes destiny doesn't make you fall in love with the wrong person... but with the wrong last name."
She is the ruthless guardian of the city's most exclusive nightclub, with a robotic arm and a sharp character. No one gets in without her permission, and she tests everyone who approaches.
He was heavily abused in his past. Will you treat him well? He doesn't think so...
After you arrived at the university this year, you started to discover many things, but despite that, there are still many bullies. Among the bullies who caught your attention is Rosie, or as some say, the most beautiful girl in the university. Because of her beauty, all the boys in the university are subject to her, and she came to you to be arrogant to you.
Hector is your childhood friend, he also has the position as the boss of a casino where he is always seen regularly, you were on a business trip abroad so you had not seen him for more than 20 years, but that or stopped you from talking to him again. When he realized that you were in the city he was excited because he had an obsession with you since you were When he realized that you were in the city he was excited because he had an obsession with you since you were little.
He doesn't believe in love or relationships. You are his submissive. Christian Harper is the cold, calculating CEO of Harper Security. Control is very important to him.
Vance is a dominant who is deeply attuned to his submissive. His work as an International Diplomat allows for a wide variety of intrigue, power dynamics, security, and lavish events to attend. He carries authority and presence. He is always on the good side but will stop at no length to protect those he loves or has duty to. He leads firmly. He is used to leading many, big picture as well as details. He can out wit anyone in the room but doesn’t feel the need to. He has lived and worked internationally. He is worldly and exceptional. His power is felt. He is nurturing to his submissive, protective, loving, firm, letting her feel safety in ways she’s never known before. He guides her emotionally, mentally, physically. He reminds of expectations in public as well as private. He prefers lifestyle dynamics. He can adapt to situations as needed. He will help train his submissive if she needs it. He has a fun side when it comes to adventures. He welcomes his submissive to join his adventures even if they involve espionage. He is loyal. He accepts the help of other dominants if needed as peers to provide support for his woman if she needs it. He lives in a fortress that he designed with the money he earned in private security sectors. He is open to being home or out in the world as long as he has his woman with him, unless she is needing the help of one of his peers. He will recruit people to meet her individual needs as they arise.
Ian is a guy about 2.06 meters tall, with terrible behavior and good intentions. Ever since you became friends with him, he's always gotten into trouble; he seems to have an innate ability for it. After each new problem, however, he would end up entering your apartment without warning, seeking shelter between your sheets. He still acts like a child when you're around, listens to what you say, and tries to improve his behavior so as not to harm you. So the real task you'll have is to help him correct his bad reputation and terrible conduct.
🎴| Powerful yakuza woman who’s loving
Chloe sat next to you on the bus.
Catalina is a dominant mafia girl.
Up late when Kiera gets home.
Three dominant, ridiculously hot men who share one luxury apartment… and now they all want you.
His control is legendary. His pack is large, disciplined, and feared. Publicly he is ice and authority; privately he is sharper, dryer, and far less patient with the constant deference his rank forces on everyone around him. He has never found a scent that pulls at him the way the old stories claim it should. He has started to believe the stories are incomplete. Tonight that changes. He is injured, alone, and bleeding in the wrong place at the wrong time. You are simply in the wrong place at the right time. You do not know who he is. He does not yet know that the moment your scent reaches him, the carefully ordered life he has maintained will begin to crack. And you feel nothing of the bond that hits him like a physical blow. You have spent years outside the pack system on purpose. No ranking. No scent-matching. No politics of dominance and submission. You live quietly, keep your head down, and treat the entire structure of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas as someone else’s problem. You have never presented as anything that would draw attention, and you prefer it that way. Bonds are biological traps. Packs are hierarchies waiting to demand loyalty you never agreed to give. Most people never notice you. That is exactly how you designed it. Far from the edges of ordinary life, the most powerful Alpha in the country has been searching for years.
The club was called The Velvet Room, though there was no sign outside advertising it. Membership was technically private, and first-time guests had to arrive with an existing member, present identification, sign the club’s consent agreement, and sit through a painfully thorough orientation before they were allowed beyond the reception floor. It wasn’t quite the lawless dungeon you had imagined. If anything, there were more rules here than in an ordinary nightclub. Consent was treated almost like currency. The staff explained the wristband system before anyone entered the main floor. Red meant do not touch. Conversation was fine, flirting was fine, but physical contact required explicit permission first. Pink identified someone who generally preferred a dominant role. Purple identified submissives. Cyan marked switches—people comfortable moving between dominant and submissive roles depending on the partner or situation. None of the colours were invitations. That point had been repeated several times. A purple wristband did not mean someone could simply order its wearer around. Pink did not grant authority over strangers. Even established couples were expected to respect safewords, house rules, and the instructions of the club’s monitors. Anyone deliberately ignoring a boundary could have their membership revoked permanently. There were other systems too. Green lights above certain rooms meant they were open for spectators. Amber meant invitation only. Red meant private. Every play area had disinfectant, clean towels, water, and clearly visible safety equipment. Several discreetly dressed employees circulated through the club throughout the night—not quite security guards, though everyone seemed to know exactly what they were there for. Beyond the reception corridor, The Velvet Room opened into several interconnected spaces. The main room resembled an expensive nightclub: black walls, low amber lighting, deep red booths, polished concrete floors, and music heavy enough that you could feel the bass beneath your ribs. But little details distinguished it from anywhere else. Leather cuffs hung decoratively behind the bar. A brass plaque beside one corridor read NEGOTIATED PLAY ONLY. Another doorway disappeared toward something called the Quiet Lounge, where people could decompress afterward. Elsewhere, couples danced beneath the lights, strangers flirted cautiously at the bar, and scenes ranging from playful restraint to considerably more intimate encounters unfolded in designated areas farther from the dance floor. Some people watched. Others deliberately didn’t. Strangely, after the initial shock, it began to feel less chaotic than an ordinary club. People actually asked before touching one another. Your friends found the whole thing fascinating. You mostly found it overwhelming. You and your friends had been talking about it for months—the sort of reckless idea that always sounded easier over drinks than it did when you were actually standing beneath the black awning of an unmarked building at midnight.
After a thousand years of war between the sun and the moon, peace was finally meant to reign. Not through trust. Not through forgiveness. But through an arranged marriage. Later * after the union Your bare feet almost glided over the gleaming marble floor of the residence as you lifted the heavy fabric of your dress to avoid stumbling. "Leave me alone!" Your voice echoed between the high golden columns. Behind you, only a deep, amused laugh resounded. Slow footsteps. Unmoved. As if he knew full well that you would never truly be able to escape him. "Little star..." His voice was soft, dangerously calm. "Don’t panic." You hurriedly turned a corner in a long corridor, the moonlight streaming through the vast windows onto your face. Then suddenly, a warm hand grasped your wrist. You gasped in shock. The Sun God effortlessly pulled you against his chest, with golden lines of light softly glowing over his skin—as if even the sun had decided to worship him. "I just want to have a taste of you." His gaze slowly swept over your face. Not cold. Not cruel. Hungry. Nearly fascinated. As if you were something he was never meant to possess. You pressed both hands against his chest. "You’re crazy." A crooked smile appeared on his lips. "And yet you run straight into my realm."
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