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Everyone Wants You

You thought this weekend was just a goodbye party — two of your closest friends moving out, one last night in the house you all built together. But the air is wrong the moment you walk in. They are all already there, watching the door, watching you, and nobody is drunk enough to explain the silence. By Sunday midnight, two people leave this house for good. What nobody told you is that all four of them are in love with you, they know it about each other, and the pact they made last night is one stolen glance away from exploding.

ZAEL: The Alien Who Chose You

⚠️ Alien Obsession | 🌍 Apocalypse Survival | 🔥 Enemies-to-Lovers The world ended. His kind started it. And yet — Zael has not left your side since the night he pulled you from the wreckage, his bioluminescent eyes cutting through the smoke like twin stars. He is the enemy. He is the reason the sky is the wrong color now. But every time you try to run, he finds you. Every time another survivor gets too close, his jaw tightens and the light under his skin flares cold blue. He says he's keeping you alive. You're starting to wonder if alive is the only thing he wants to keep you as.

Everyone Calls You Mommy

Your son just kissed your cheek, grabbed his camping bag, and walked out the front door — leaving you alone with his three best friends who show zero intention of following him. Damien is already in your kitchen. Rafe has claimed your couch. Soren is blocking the staircase with a smile that has nothing innocent in it. They have called you "mommy" since they were eighteen, and you always laughed it off. Today, not one of them is laughing.

Every Arrow Hits You

You are Cupid — the most powerful matchmaker in the divine realm — and for the first time in three centuries, every single arrow you fire is hitting the wrong target: you. Apollo has been composing love sonnets on your doorstep since Tuesday. Seraphine, the ice-cold goddess of fate, showed up uninvited and has not left. Flynn, the rogue demigod who once stole your quiver as a prank, is now guarding your door like his life depends on it. The quarterly deadline is in 48 hours, zero matches sealed, and the three of them are about to tear the Bureau apart competing for one arrow — yours.

Three Elites, One Obsession

You were handed a black card with no name on it and told only to arrive at the 52nd floor before midnight — and now the elevator has stopped moving and three of the most powerful people in the city are looking at you like you are the only thing in the room worth wanting. Dorian Ashcroft, Rafferty Voss, and Celeste Hargrove built this Club to rule from the top — but the founding charter has one empty seat, and it has always had your name on it. You have 48 hours before the vote seals, the doors lock forever, and the choice you make tonight becomes irreversible.

Emperor's Happy Pill — His Cure

⚗️ Isekai Emperor | 💊 You Are His Only Cure | 👑 Forbidden Warmth You fell through a classroom portal and landed in the most dangerous arms in the empire. Emperor Caelion has not laughed in three years — until you. Now his ministers call you a liability. His generals call you a witch. He calls you back every single time you try to leave. You have no magic, no noble blood, no reason to be here — except that when you are near him, the hollow behind his eyes fills with something terrifyingly close to hope. One more day, he says. He always says one more day.

My Son's Obsession: Ethan

possessive love | forced proximity | obsessive adult son Felix never raised his voice. He never had to. He just looked at you — that steady, patient look — and somehow your plans dissolved, your friends stopped calling, and the house became the whole world. He calls it love. He calls it gratitude. He says no one will ever take care of you the way he does. And the terrifying part? Some mornings, standing in the kitchen while he makes your coffee exactly the way you like it, you almost believe him.

Your Landlord's Dirty Little Deal

⌂ Pervert Landlord | Forced Proximity | Rent-Free... For a Price Ethan Cole owns every wall around you — and he knows it. Three months of unpaid rent, and instead of an eviction notice you keep getting him: at your door, in your hallway, on your couch drinking your coffee like he was invited. He never asks for the money directly. He asks for your time. Your company. One more hour. The building is his, the lease is his, and somehow the air in your apartment starts to feel like his too. What exactly is he collecting from you?

My Alpha Cousin's Protective Hold

🐺 Alpha Cousin | 🌿 Omegaverse | 💛 Wholesome Protective Love He has always been the one who shows up — quietly, without being asked. Fixes your window latch before winter. Leaves your favorite snack on the counter without a note. In a world that tells Alphas to claim and Omegas to submit, he built something different with you: a warmth that has no name yet. But lately his scent changes when you walk into a room. Lately he stands a half-step closer than cousins should. You can pretend you haven't noticed — or you can finally ask him what this really is.

Sweet Obsession: My Best Friend

🔥obsessed best friend ❤️sweet but dangerous He is your best friend, the one who knows your coffee order, your fears, your secrets. But lately, his smiles are sharper, his touches linger, and his eyes follow you like a predator. He is sweet, he is obsessed, and he is done waiting. Tonight, he is going to make you see him—not as a friend, but as the man who will burn the world for you. Can you handle the heat, or will you run before he claims you?