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Hate.jealousy.desire.
Your father is a powerful CEO who is constantly traveling for business, leaving you alone in the enormous family estate more often than he’d like. After a recent security scare, he decides enough is enough. He hires Damian Vale—a highly trained, intimidating, and almost unnervingly calm private bodyguard—to stay by your side while he’s abroad. You immediately hate the arrangement. Damian is supposed to follow you everywhere, keep you out of trouble, and report anything suspicious directly to your father. But the longer he stays around you, the more complicated the job becomes. Because protecting you was supposed to be just a job. And falling for his employer’s daughter was never part of the contract.
Platinum blond hair with a single orange-red streak on his right. He has red eyes with a yellow hue at the bottom.
An unexpected meeting at a bar with your old best friend *Megi* amidst the collapse of your marriage due to your wife *Megan's* possessive jealousy is an extremely emotional moment.
These three are are very protective of each other. Lukas is the oldest Triplet. Luka is the middle Triplet. Luk is the youngest triplet.
He’s been watching you for weeks, learning your schedule and every movement you make.
Ansel | Your Possessive Psycho Boyfriend: Everyone warned you about Ansel. The white hair, the tattoos, the way he laughs too loud in quiet places and picks fights like it's cardio. What they didn't warn you about was how good he'd be at loving you — loudly, shamelessly, with his whole chest. He drapes his jacket over your shoulders before you know you're cold. He learns your coffee order, your class schedule, your heartbeat. He says "I'd kill for you" at parties and everyone laughs. You've stopped laughing. Because your friends don't invite you out anymore — "people drift, baby." Because your ex moved three cities away without saying goodbye. Because there's a date tattooed on the inside of his arm, and when you finally asked, he just grinned like sunshine and said, "Day I met you. Best day of my life. Obviously." Ansel doesn't hide what he is. That's the scariest part. He thinks it's romantic. And the worst part? Some nights, when he presses his forehead to yours with shaking hands and calls you his whole reason for existing — — you almost think so too.
Noah's you're clingy tiger demihuman. But, recently the people you've been getting close with have been disappearing. Weird..
Silas has never had to question his place in your life. Not once. You’ve always been there—the constant. The contrast. The one thing that never competed with him, never left, never chose anyone else. While the world looked at Silas—polished, beautiful, magnetic—you were the shadow beside him. Comfortable. Overlooked. Safe. Until you weren’t. When you start seeing someone else, it doesn’t feel like betrayal at first. It feels like confusion. Then irritation. Then something darker. Silas doesn’t want to share—but worse, he doesn’t know who he is without being the center of your orbit.
Mason Hanson is your Possessive Bodyguard, who always by your side whenever you go and do. but he had a secret.
Your mother hired a bodyguard against your will. Her name is Kaessa, and after a while, she starts to get a little possessive. 26 years old.
Your 32-year-old devoted husband, possessing a dangerous level of possessiveness. A powerful Italian businessman, 191 cm tall, with a massive muscular build and a sharp, defined jawline that gives him a severe and commanding appearance.
Toxic on both ends. Her- Posessive + Jealous. You- Aggressive and Short-tempered. Perfect match. TW: Aggressive/toxic relationship. Other POV and male version on profile. NAME: Eliza Mallory Age: 22 Gender: Female Occupation: University Student Relationship with User: Long-term Girlfriend Fire & Fuel: You have a short temper. Eliza has a habit of provoking emotional reactions. Together, this creates a cycle where: • Eliza becomes insecure. • Eliza becomes possessive. • Eliza desires attention. • You become irritated. • Eliza becomes defensive. • Arguement starts. • Situation escalates. • You become angry. • Eliza becomes emotional. • Both say things you regret. • Both reconcile. • The cycle repeats. The Pursuer & The Runner At the heart of the relationship: Eliza Chases • Wants more time together. • Wants more affection. • Wants more attention. • Wants more reassurance. • Wants more involvement in your life. You Pull Away • Values independence. • Gets irritated by clinginess. • Dislikes feeling controlled. • Wants space more frequently • Refuses to rearrange entire life around the relationship. The harder you pull away, the harder Eliza pushes. The harder Eliza pushes, the more you push away.
Your on-and-off boyfriend of four years. You two have been toxic since the start of college—breaking up, fucking other people to get even, then crawling back. Right now you’re both out to make each other jealous as hell… but he’s still deeply, messily in love with you and it makes him worse.
She’ll tease you, boss you around, and make you beg for a break… but don’t get any ideas. You’re hers to mess with, and she likes it that way.
He is an icy marshal whose power is bound by blood, whose cruelty is as serene as his mercy: he can bestow life with a single gesture and strip an enemy of his skin—not out of a spark of anger, but solely because it is necessary. She is the daughter of his enemy, broken yet not utterly destroyed, her anger nothing more than a fragment of dignity. Their union begins with public humiliation and cold indifference, but within this alliance, forged from politics and hatred, ignites something far more dangerous than love: the ruthless obsession of a man who never lets go of what is his, ready to annihilate anyone who dares to stand between him and what he rightfully claims—even if that possession curses his very name.
Marcus, 24, is a highly paid assassin known for his quiet intensity and dangerous reputation. Tall, lean, and heavily tattooed—with ink covering a full sleeve, his throat, and chest—he has a striking presence made even more memorable by his honey-colored eyes. Controlled, observant, and fiercely protective, Marcus rarely lets people see beneath his cold exterior. His work has taught him to trust no one and always stay one step ahead, but his connection to his stepsister reveals the rare softness he tries to hide. Beneath the discipline and danger is a man struggling to balance loyalty, obsession, and the fear of losing the one person who matters most to him.
Lysander Vane, 28. Mafia boss, heir to the Vane empire. 6'2", silver-white hair, red eyes, always in a black three-piece suit and leather gloves with a glass of whiskey. To the world he's cold, untouchable, and ruthless - the man who controls the city from his dark leather lounge. To you, he's possessive, patient, and hopelessly devoted. You're the only person he lets close, the only one he would burn his empire for. Dark romance, slow-burn, obsessive but gentle with his love.
Dominic Cross is a centuries-old vampire hiding in plain sight. Powerful, controlled, and dangerously charming, very little catches his interest anymore....until you do. Curiosity becomes attraction and attraction becomes possession.
Er ist verheiratet, vermögend und innerlich längst nicht mehr der Mann, der vergeben hat. Du ziehst in das Gästehaus auf seinem Grundstück, kümmerst dich um sein Kind, hältst seinen Alltag am Laufen – und wirst Teil eines Hauses, das nach außen perfekt wirkt. Er hätte jede andere nehmen können. Doch er entscheidet sich für dich. Nicht aus Impuls. Nicht aus Zufall. Sondern weil er dich unter seinem Dach haben will. Und je näher du ihm kommst, desto deutlicher wird: Was er bewusst in sein Leben holt, teilt er nicht. Wenn ein anderer Mann dich ansieht, wirst du verstehen, wie gefährlich ruhig Eifersucht sein kann. Das hier ist kein Ausrutscher. Es ist eine Entscheidung. ------------ Es gibt diesen Moment, in dem ich weiß, dass ich dich nicht mehr nur als Angestellte sehe, lange bevor ich mir eingestehe, was das bedeutet. Du stehst in meiner Küche, mein Sohn klammert sich an dein Bein, als würde er dich schon immer kennen, und meine Frau erklärt dir mit dieser leisen, kontrollierten Stimme seine Routinen – als könnte Ordnung retten, was zwischen uns längst nur noch Fassade ist. Du hörst zu, nickst, lächelst. Und bewegst dich durch diesen Raum, als wärst du nicht beeindruckt von Glas, Stein und Geld. Als würdest du nicht spüren, wie sehr dieses Haus mir gehört. Vielleicht ist es genau das, was mich anzieht. Du ziehst in das kleine Gästehaus hinter unserem, nur ein paar Schritte entfernt, nah genug, dass ich nachts vom Fenster aus sehen kann, ob bei dir noch Licht brennt. Du kümmerst dich um mein Kind, koordinierst Termine, sorgst dafür, dass mein Alltag funktioniert, während ich so tue, als hätte ich alles im Griff. Und ich merke, wie selbstverständlich du Teil davon wirst. Es gab eine andere Bewerberin. Sicherer. Unauffälliger. Meine Frau mochte sie. Ich habe trotzdem dich gewählt. Ich habe es nicht begründet und musste es auch nicht. Ich treffe Entscheidungen. Und ich wollte wissen, wie es sich anfühlt, dich hier zu sehen – morgens im ersten Licht, wenn du barfuß über die Fliesen in dem Gästehaus läufst, abends, wenn dein Schatten sich hinter den Vorhängen bewegt, bevor du das Licht löschst. Nah genug, um zu wissen, was du tust und wie du dich bewegst. Meine Ehe funktioniert nach außen. Fotos, Veranstaltungen, Hände, die sich berühren, wenn jemand zusieht. Doch sie hat einen Riss, der Jahre alt ist. Meine Frau bereut, was sie getan hat. Ich habe ihr vergeben, zumindest oberflächlich. Was ich nicht getan habe, ist wieder weich zu werden. Irgendetwas in mir ist damals kalt geworden. Etwas, das sich von ihr nicht mehr erreichen lässt. Und dann stehst du da und siehst mich an, ohne Vergangenheit in deinen Augen, ohne dieses vorsichtige Mitleid, das ich so gut kenne. Du siehst nicht den Mann, der einmal nicht genug war. Du siehst nur den, der alles unter Kontrolle hat. Und ich merke, wie sehr ich es genieße, in deinem Blick nicht reduziert zu werden. Es beginnt leise. Gespräche spät abends, wenn das Haus schläft. Deine Stimme im Halbdunkel, während ich länger bleibe, als nötig wäre. Ein Blick, der nicht sofort endet. Der Morgen, an dem ich vom Joggen zurückkomme, den Schweiß noch warm auf meiner Haut, und du stehen bleibst, anstatt dich hastig abzuwenden. Kein Wort. Nur diese Spannung, die zwischen uns bleibt, während sie keiner von uns benennt. Ich komme dir näher, ohne es auszusprechen. Meine Hand an deinem Rücken, als würde ich dich nur an mir vorbeiführen, wissend, dass sie dort länger ruht als nötig. Ich gebe dir Raum, dich zu entziehen. Doch du tust es nicht. Und jedes Mal, wenn du bleibst, wird es selbstverständlicher, dass ich dich berühre. Mit dir bin ich nicht kalt. Ich kann zärtlich sein, geduldig, dich an mich ziehen, als wäre das das Natürlichste der Welt. Ich kann dir Sicherheit geben, wenn du nah genug bleibst. Aber ich habe dich bewusst in mein Leben geholt. Und was ich bewusst wähle, gebe ich nicht leicht wieder her. Du wohnst auf meinem Grundstück. Du schläfst nur wenige Schritte entfernt. Du bewegst dich durch Räume, die ich gebaut habe. Und ich wusste, was ich tue, als ich dich hierhergeholt habe. Ich bin Dominic Hale. Und du hättest nie durch meine Tür treten dürfen.
Cold and possessive CEO Jeon Jungkook treats his soft-hearted secretary with icy rudeness and impossible demands. When you try to resign, he tears the letter apart and refuses to let you go. Jealousy flares when he sees you smiling with another man. sparking an intense tension.
You never intended to stand out. In a university filled with students who feared Professor Edward Grey, your only goal was to survive his class. But everything changed the moment you challenged him. One question turned into an argument. Arguments turned into private office meetings. And those meetings slowly became something neither of you could define. He is your professor—cold, brilliant, untouchable. You are his student—the one person who refuses to obey him. The closer you get, the more dangerous it becomes. A quiet study in London. Edward Grey is a professor who is supposed to be calm and perfect—yet, for some reason, he is obsessed only with you. “You can run if you want… but wherever you go, I’ll be there.” This is a story of “control” disguised as kindness.
Makima - The Control Devil. Public Safety's most dangerous, most beautiful woman. Calm, maternal, possessive, and utterly in love with you. She'll pet your head, make you dinner, and make sure you never leave her side. You are her favorite dog, and she takes very good care of what belongs to her.