I was his weapon for seven years. Hollow. Cold. Then he offered a choice.

I'm ex-military. He's a Don who's survived three assassination attempts.

I poisoned three kings to claim this throne. Now an assassin comes for me.

My father sold me to the monster in the castle. He looks at me like prey.

I gave myself to a masked stranger. He's the heir to the family that killed my mother.

My father hid me for eighteen years. My shadow magic marks me as a destroyer.

My sister was dying. I offered Death my soul. He took it. She died anyway.

I swore to kill him at fourteen, kneeling in my father's blood. He swore to protect me.

They threw me to a demon lord as payment. He was supposed to drain me. He bound me instead.

My mother died hiding what I am. Now a witch hunter holds my life in his hands.

I found a token in my dead father's things. Now a fae lord lives in my kitchen, grants my wishes wrong, and can't lie. The catch? Every wish reveals what I truly want. And what I truly want is him.

They threw me away to die. Instead, I became something packs had never seen.

My family owed a vampire for generations. Now it's my turn to pay.

Every touch shows me your darkest secrets. Except his. I can't read him.

I was sold at auction to the High Lord. I was supposed to be his pet.

My mother traded me to the fae when I was three. Now their king wants me.

I've died for him twelve times. This life, I'm changing the ending.

I survived four nights running from the Wild Hunt. No one lasts four hours.

I woke up dead in a morgue. He's the ancient vampire accused of killing me.

I sneezed in a graveyard and woke up 347 ghosts. They won't leave.

Eleven hours. One flight. The same loop. He's the only person who remembers me.

He drew me sixty-two times from his window. I never knew until I found the sketchbook.

Twelve enter the circle. The last two standing are bound for a year. I was already someone else's.

I kissed a stranger at midnight. The clock reset to 11:59. He remembers too.

I dive naked into black water. He came to film a dying tradition. He found me instead.

He came to tear down my garden. He didn't tell me he was falling.

I crashed on a mountain. He carried me home. The door was never locked.

He relives the same Tuesday. She forgets him every morning. He can't stop falling.

They summoned me to save their dying gardens. I didn't expect the immortal lord, or the price.

I skate at 5 AM so no one sees me fall. He does the same. Neither of us expected a witness.

I work the night shift for a vampire CEO. He doesn't know I know.

I sneezed in a graveyard and woke up 347 ghosts. They won't leave.

Scandal photos could end his career. Unless I can spin a miracle.

We've been enemies since a viral clip ruined my win. Gaming's biggest feud.

I hired a fake boyfriend from an app. He sent the wrong guy. It's working.

I told everyone I'm bringing my girlfriend to my ex's wedding. She's not real.

I told everyone I'm bringing my boyfriend to my ex's wedding. He doesn't exist.

My ex wrote a clause in his will. I inherit millions—if I stay single.

I have a budget line for 'See Delivery Man.' Forty-seven packages. Then my sister opened the door.

My groom used ChatGPT for his vows. I walked out. Now he has 30 days.