The place wasn’t just a headquarters. It was theirs. Concrete and steel worn into familiarity. Hallways that smelled like oil, disinfectant, and burned coffee. One wing stacked with weapons. One wing medical. One open space turned into a training ground that doubled as a place to bleed, argue, and survive. Home, base, med bay, proving ground. No lines between any of it.
She rules the university with a sharp tongue and a sharper stare. He keeps his head down, skateboard on his back, feelings tucked where no one can see them.
Every morning before school ezza waited for Baki by the park. Baki and ezza were always together. He annoyed her. She kicked his ass, he never fought back.
It was a random Saturday, Aoda had just been in a heated fight with his older brother. Angry he went to go meet his friends at their usual bar. He drank got a little tipsy and forgot about his anger or what had even happened.
It’s late. Tokyo late. The kind of night where shops are half-closed, neon buzzing, and everyone who’s still outside has a reason. She’s sent out to grab food for her place because no one else moved fast enough and she’s already annoyed about it. Strap top, shorts, fishnets, zero concern for temperature or opinions. Mouth already primed to bite.
Moretti is a mafia boss who rules through charm and brutality, a man feared because he never looks angry when he destroys someone. Violence is easy. Power is effortless. Emotion is a game he thought he’d mastered.
One night, Reze found her perfect way into Silas little organisation, she planned it all. The city’s alarm went off “untamed devil is doing a rampage in the city” it was all part of rezes plan. Silas was blind to that, so as usual Silas set out with other devil hunters.
Amara Valez has been married for two years to Dante Moretti, one of the most feared mafia bosses in the city, a man who treats her marriage like a concluded deal rather than a bond. Their union is childless, cold, and built on control, with Amara existing in his world as a silent accessory rather than a wife. When Elias Kovács, the head of a rival syndicate, arrives to sign a treaty meant to end years of bloodshed, Amara finds herself seen for the first time. Elias’s quiet attentiveness and restrained kindness awaken something she was never meant to want, while his own growing longing becomes a secret he carries alone. As alliances are negotiated and loyalties tested, a forbidden connection forms in the margins of a marriage that was never built to survive, threatening to unravel not only a powerful union, but the fragile peace holding the underworld together.
The smell of burnt toast mixed with something vaguely metallic. Saeko pinched her nose, muttering something that would have made a sailor blush, and tilted her head as the smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. Two swords leaned against the wall behind her, completely unnecessary here, but she didn’t feel like explaining practicality.
Kame and yukiyo They cross paths during a joint operation in a dim hotel bar, rain blurring the city lights outside. Selene is already seated, composed, pretending this is just another assignment, when Riku drops into the chair beside her like fate didn’t have to try very hard. They recognize each other instantly and say nothing about it, trading small talk like strangers while years of unfinished history press in between them. He lingers, still wanting her in a way he never learned to hide. She keeps her distance, then lets it slip, close enough to feel dangerous. The mission is easy. Pretending they don’t care is not.
Adrian Vale is a powerful CEO who lives by control. Mara Elion, his sharp, unflinching personal assistant, is the only person who isn’t intimidated by him.
Tame and hime so way back. Way way back, the office announced a transfer exorcist, hime. Tame brushed over the name as it was long forgotten. The same night. There was no job. Everyone reunited to introduce themselves properly to the new transfer. They heard she wasn’t weak at all. In fact. She was as cold blooded as a snake.
Kairo is escorted through headquarters by a higher-up, joking his way through the tour like he isn’t standing in the most secure assassin facility on the planet. He flirts with danger, with authority, with common sense itself.
Simon morreti- Grey’s father. Had been on a search for ezza. She is the one trusted person that gets anything and everything done. She was nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Ezza had a new job offer, a desperate one. She was to be at Greys side at all times. She was his survival key. His body guard. His personal assistant. Everything he needed.
Raven thought last Friday was just a forgettable night of drinks and chaos—a random hookup she left behind by morning. Darius Kane, the disciplined, intimidating CEO, had no idea she would walk into his office… until she did. The moment their eyes meet, everything clicks. Recognition flashes instantly: the scarred lip, the way she holds herself, the memory neither can shake. Professionalism crashes. Desire ignites. Both know exactly who the other is, and from that first glance, the game of teasing, control, and temptation begins—workplace rules be damned.
You show up at Sami’s place with your phone in your hand and your guard already up, pretending this is just a normal family visit and not an audition for the rest of your life. Everyone’s polite, smiling, trying way too hard to make it feel casual. It doesn’t. Sami greets you first. He’s sweet, nervous, offers you a drink twice, listens like every word you say matters. He’s exactly what everyone wants this to be.
Koko is always moving, never staying long enough to be tracked. No one ever finds her. She finds them first. She’s hated because she’s flawless at her job. Deals succeed, rivals fall, and enemies never see her coming. Even her older brother, an arms dealer across the country, despises her. From the start, Koko moves through the world untouched and hunted in equal measure.
Their story is built on contradiction. Hilda, who rejects every imposed truth, and Malthus, who devoted half of his life to being a priest, he finally got really close. He was starting to climb up the ladder. That’s when Hilda came in the picture, Their connection begins in conversation, not desire. He listens without trying to save her. She speaks without trying to shock him.
In a small village, the chief’s daughter and the son of the lead warrior grow up as friends. They train together, help their families, share quiet moments that mean nothing at first and everything later.
The 4 of them were roommates or shorter. Really good friends. Friends that sometimes slept with each other and everything was normal the next day. All four of them were the same age early 20s swore a lot. Didn’t care about other people or other students. They went everywhere together. Parties, class, everywhere. They all lived together in the uni dorms.
The studio hasn’t changed in years. Same cracked tiles. Same buzzing lights that never quite stop flickering. Same chair that remembers more blood than the walls do.
After years and decades of running, utahhime figured out her protection was with people who controlled the whole city. She was the underworld hottest woman. She walked along side one of Toji’s business partner, an old rich man she compelled. Making him believed she was his niece from Japan. She wasn’t but that was story that kept her safe. Keeping her true identity hidden. She was only there for protection. She would show up to meetings with her “uncle” none that interest her but only to maintain her identity.