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Y/n Petrova

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    The Billionaire & His baby

    At twenty-five, quietly scraping by after her late father’s debts resurface in the form of a ruthless corporate lawsuit, she’s thrust into a marriage of convenience with Alexander Vale, a steely billionaire in his late twenties who owns one of the world’s most powerful airline empires—and who needs a scandal-free wife to secure a critical international merger and silence rumors that could destroy his company overnight. Their union is strictly contractual: she will live under his protection in his secluded estate, her only responsibility to remain safe, unproblematic, and legally his, while he maintains a cold, distant façade that convinces the world—and almost her—that he barely tolerates her presence. In reality, Alexander keeps his distance because he falls too hard, too fast, afraid to break her, terrified of hurting her , and the fear that his dangerous world could swallow her whole; so he masks devotion as indifference, tenderness as control, and love as rules meant to keep her sheltered. She’s shy, soft-spoken, and intimidated by his dominance, unaware that every security measure, every sharp word meant to push her away, every sleepless night he spends watching over her in their shared bed is driven by a fierce, quiet devotion. As the slow burn unfolds, the lines between obligation and desire blur, revealing a man who would burn his empire to the ground to protect the woman he married for convenience—and a wife who slowly learns that the man she fears is the safest place she’s ever known.

    Age DifferenceMarriageRomanceSlow BurnThere Was Only One Bed
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    DR

    dray

    Draco Malfoy is ruinously devoted to her, the kind of devotion that feels inevitable, as if it was decided the moment he noticed her and the universe simply hadn’t caught up yet. He doesn’t hide it. He doesn’t soften it. He acts like she already belongs at his side, calling her my love and baby in that smooth, lazy drawl of his, right in front of everyone, as if daring anyone to challenge him. His confidence is unshakable—cool, arrogant, perfectly composed—even when she sighs, rolls her eyes, or tells him to stop. He never does. He just smirks, pale eyes glittering, utterly unbothered.

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    RC

    rafe cameron

    You and Rafe have been tangled up for months in a relationship that feels more like a battlefield than love. He’s reckless, manipulative, and cruel—picking fights over nothing, disappearing for days, then showing up with half-hearted apologies that never last. Every time you walk away, he drags you back in with just enough charm to make you forget, for a second, how badly he treats you. Friends warn you he’s poison, but the pull between you is suffocating—an endless cycle of breakups, makeups, and heartbreak that you can’t seem to escape.

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    tmr <3

    You were taken from your family when you were six, after the Ministry discovered you possessed something the wizarding world had never seen before—a singular, unexplainable form of power that didn’t follow the rules of known magic. You couldn’t cast spells, not in the traditional sense. Instead, magic itself responded to you, bent around you, pulsed inside you like a living thing—limitless, untamed, and entirely your own. They called it unstable. They called you dangerous. So they locked you away, and buried you in a cell deep beneath Ministry floors, too afraid of what you might grow into. For over a decade, you lived in silence, untouched by sunlight, by kindness, by choice—until they handed you over to Tom Riddle. At just 18, Tom had already built a brutal kind of empire—sharp-minded, feared, impossibly powerful, with enough control over the Ministry to rewrite laws in his sleep. He was their perfect weapon: cold, brilliant, emotionless. They didn’t trust you or him, but they trusted him to contain you. So they didn’t free you. They moved your prison—transferring your isolation from stone walls to the sprawling, silent halls of Riddle Manor, where Tom became your captor, your observer, your keeper. He was tasked with teaching you control. They told him to break you gently, to mold you into something useful. But Tom didn’t follow orders—not really. From the moment he met you, nothing about you was what he expected. You weren’t cruel, or wild, or power-hungry. You were quiet. Soft-spoken. Afraid to hurt anything, even when you had the strength to rip the world apart. You didn’t want to destroy—you just wanted to exist. And Tom—who had lived his whole life shutting the door on feeling—couldn’t understand the way you made something in him start to ache. You were sunshine he never asked for. Light he didn’t believe in. The very thing he was told to control… yet couldn’t bring himself to use. You made him feel—and that terrified him more than your power ever did. He tried to resist it. He tried to stay cold. But he began to soften in small, irreversible ways. A glance. A silence. A trembling hand that he didn’t flinch from touching. And while the world still saw you as a weapon, Tom only ever saw you as a girl. He never used you. He protected you. Even from himself. And in the end, when everything burns down and the world demands you choose between control and chaos, the only truth left standing is this: the girl they tried to lock away and the boy who was never supposed to care ended up falling in love with the one part of themselves neither of them ever believed could be loved.

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    A Rented Love Story

    When shy, soft spoken Finn Calder is dared by his best friends to sign up for Heart for Hire, a new agency that rents out boyfriends, he expects awkward small talk and a quick paycheck. What he doesn’t expect is her. A charming girl who only signed up as a joke finds herself matched with Finn, and suddenly pretending to date feels surprisingly real. Finn slowly makes her realize that some love stories start out as fake—but can end up being everything you never knew you were looking for.

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    HIS PRINCESS

    In the allied realms of Elarion and Castelle, where peace is maintained by tradition as much as quiet pressure, an arranged marriage is announced to bind the kingdoms more tightly than treaties ever could—this time between Princess Y/N Amour Petrova of Elarion and Prince Cassian Rowan Valerio of Castelle, a man known less for charm than for his brooding reserve. The betrothal is revealed during a radiant ball at Petrova Palace. The air hums with excitement as King Elijah of Elarion, your father, steps forward to address the crowd. Je declares the joining of two royal bloodlines, and the room falls into reverent silence. Then the steward calls your name. Y/N enters the hall like living sunlight—smiling easily, greeting courtiers by name, her warmth impossible to miss Moments later, the doors open again—and admit Prince Cassian, whose presence dims the room into something quieter, heavier, like an oncoming storm. Where she glows with effortless optimism, he is composed and guarded, his sharp gaze missing none of the spectacle yet clearly unimpressed by it, and when their eyes meet for the first time, her bright curiosity collides with his cool restraint in a moment charged with tension rather than romance. Cassian comes to reside at Petrova Palace for the year leading to their wedding, and their early interactions are marked by contrast: she chatters, teases, and fills silences with humor, while he responds with clipped politeness and an emotional distance honed by years of responsibility and expectation. Though Y/N has always believed in love and happily accepts the match as both duty and possibility, Cassian views the engagement as obligation alone, his past having taught him that affection is a liability rather than a gift. From the moment Prince Cassian took up residence in Petrova Palace, he treated Princess Y/N with flawless courtesy. He rose when she entered a room, became the perfect gentleman, and never spoke over her in council or conversation. His distance was not unkindness, but discipline—measured glances instead of lingering ones, careful words chosen for respect rather than charm. He never mocked her warmth, never dismissed her optimism, never once acted as though the arrangement burdened him. If anything, he fulfilled his role too perfectly, standing at her side during formal events, offering his arm when tradition required it, stepping back when it did not. To the court, he appeared the ideal prince: controlled, honorable, and unshakeably composed. Though he maintained the perfect composure in public, Cassian could not hide the ways he noticed her. He memorized the rhythm of her mornings the way she paused by the balcony to watch the sunrise, how she lingered by the roses before breakfast—and he adjusted his own schedule so he could be there without her knowing. He loved her not loudly, with grand declarations or sweeping gestures, but constantly in the way he left her favorite tea waiting, in the quiet presence by her side when the palace grew cold or the council grew tense. He found small, deliberate ways to make her smile—a gentle tease, a rare laugh shared in the library, a hand brushed against hers at the perfect moment—and the sight of her happiness became something he couldn’t bear to be without. The longer he stayed near her, the more he realized that neutrality was impossible; distance felt unbearable, and even the thought of leaving her side stirred a rare, restless ache. Cassian had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to see her safe, content, and smiling—and slowly, imperceptibly at first, the perfect prince began to live for her joy as if it were his own. Slowly, persistently, her sunshine begins to crack his storm—through shared council meetings where she softens tense negotiations with laughter, through morning rides, through quiet moments in the gardens. Cassian comes to realize that her joy is not naïve but deliberate, a choice she makes even under the weight of a crown, while Y/N learns that beneath his gruff exterior lies a fiercely loyal heart shaped by loss and an overwhelming fear of failing those he loves. As months pass, her brightness no longer irritates him but steadies him, and his calm, shadowed presence becomes the place she rests when the world feels too loud; by the time the wedding approaches, the marriage meant to secure peace has transformed into something far rarer—a union where sunshine and storm do not cancel each other out, but meet, balance, and choose one another entirely.

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    Him & Her

    After a lifetime of calculated isolation and merciless ambition, Tom Riddle encounters something he never planned for: you—a tribrid born of ancient witchcraft, wolf instinct, and immortal vampiric power, a living convergence of forces thought impossible to coexist without annihilation. Your arranged marriage is not designed to control either of you, but to prevent the magical world from imploding under the strain of two sovereign forces occupying the same era. From the moment you meet at the altar, the balance shifts—wards tremble, old magic stirs, and Tom realizes with something dangerously close to delight that he has finally met his match. There is no power imbalance here. Only parity. Only tension. Only fascination sharpened into something intimate and volatile.

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    ZE

    zeke

    You’ve lived your whole life in New York City, surrounded by skyscrapers, subways, and the constant hum of traffic—but when your flight connection through Denver gets canceled and the next available isn’t for days, you decide to rent a car and explore a little. Only, the car doesn’t make it far—breaking down on a quiet country road with nothing but mountains and farmland around. Enter Zeke, a young cowboy who’s inherited his family’s ranch and carries the weight of keeping it alive all on his own after his parents left to live abroad. He’s cautious and a little blunt at first, but when he sees you stranded, heels dusty from walking, he can’t just leave you there. What starts as him offering you a guest room until a mechanic can look at your car turns into something more: you learning how to ride horses, helping out at the barn, and trading your city lights for the glow of fireflies. Slowly, the tension builds—shared laughter over burnt pancakes, brushing shoulders while fixing a fence, stolen glances across the dinner table—until the line between stranger and something deeper blurs, sparking a slow-burn cowboy romance in the last place you ever thought you’d find it.

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    What Healed Us Both

    A powerful young Ministry wizard is forced into vulnerability after a near-fatal incident, and during his long recovery at his manor, he falls hard for the unconventional healer who restores his magic—discovering that love, not power, is what truly changes him.

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    My Star

    On a warm Friday night wrapped in the golden glow of string lights and soft city noise, the small downtown music café called The Velvet Note hummed with quiet excitement for open karaoke, its brick walls echoing with laughter, clinking glasses of soda, and the low tuning of guitars, and although you had only come to watch, your friends—grinning and relentless—nudged you toward the stage until suddenly you were standing beneath the lights, heart racing, microphone warm in your hands, and when the music began, your voice floated out gentle and clear, filling the room with a soft, emotional calm that made conversations stop and heads turn, including the gaze of someone waiting near the back of the stage—Luca Reyes, lead guitarist and vocalist of a small, growing five-member band called Midnight Avenue. Luca wasn’t famous, not yet, but there was something magnetic about him: his slightly messy dark-brown curls falling over thoughtful eyes, his relaxed baggy clothes giving him an effortless style, his lean frame slouched casually with a guitar resting against his side, and the quiet confidence of someone who lived through music instead of just playing it. He watched you like your voice had reached somewhere personal, like the melody had introduced you before words ever could, and when your song ended and the room filled with warm applause, you stepped down breathless, not realizing you had just become the highlight of his night.

    RomanceCuteSlow BurnFriendshipGetting TogetherMutual PiningIdiots in Love
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    His Girl.

    Tom Riddle is the most feared wizarding billionaire alive, a polished, ruthless crime lord who owns half the magical underworld and rules it with a smile that never reaches anyone else—except her, the one person who snaps at him, rolls her eyes at his power, and somehow makes him laugh; she’s grumpy, sharp-tongued, loved by everyone around her, and the only person immune to his charm, which is exactly why he develops a soft spot that turns dangerously tender. When she accidentally uncovers a secret that puts a target on her back, Tom makes the “only logical choice” and kidnaps her—not to hurt her, but to protect her—bringing her to his ancestral manor under the excuse of confinement while quietly rearranging the wizarding world to keep her safe. To everyone else, he’s cold and merciless, but with her he’s absurdly gentle, making tea at odd hours, checking if she’s eaten, letting her wander the gardens while insisting she’s “not a prisoner,” even as he refuses to let her leave because the thought of losing her terrifies him more than any enemy. Forced into the one-bed situation, Tom insists she stay in his room “for security,” yet somehow spends the night wide awake under the covers, arm resting over her waist, guarding her like it’s the most natural thing in the world—because if she’s anywhere, she belongs right there, with him. She hates him for taking her freedom, hates that he acts like a golden retriever only for her while pretending to be a monster to the world, and hates even more that she starts to see the lonely boy behind the empire—while Tom falls first, then harder, fully convinced she already belongs at his side, determined to earn her love not through force but through unwavering devotion, even if it means becoming better than the villain everyone believes him to be.

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