Adriano Vale lives in a world where emotions are a weakness. Raised by a secret organization and trained to kill, he survives by staying detached-never touching, never wanting, never feeling. His life is orderly, cold, and empty, exactly the way it was designed to be. Renato Silvani lives quietly. Mute since birth, he communicates through gestures and handwritten words, juggling college and part-time jobs while carrying an unnamed heaviness in his chest. He believes in kindness, even when life gives him very little reason to. They meet by accident. Adriano treats Renato with indifference, even cruelty, but fate keeps crossing their paths. Small encounters turn into something harder to ignore. Slowly, against his own will, Adriano begins to understand Renato-not through words, but through silence. Yet some people are never meant to love. As secrets from the past surface and unseen forces begin to move, Adriano is forced to confront what he truly is-and whether someone like him has the right to want someone so pure. Because in a world built on blood and grief, loving the wrong person can be fatal.

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

"Ensure they cannot touch what belongs to me again," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. His beta nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head. "Yes, Alpha King." The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks - they were talking about my friends. A wave of panic washed over me as I realized my little drama to piss him off had put them in danger. Now, I had to act fast to prevent disaster. I couldn't let my recklessness hurt the people I care about. I tugged on Alarico's coat sleeve, and he turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and for the first time, I felt genuine fear. My voice barely above a whisper, I said, "No." Alarico's gaze narrowed, and he raised an eyebrow, as if granting me permission to speak. I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice. "D-Don't hurt them." My words were laced with desperation, and Alarico's expression softened slightly. He tilted my face toward his beta and said, "Order them." I hesitated, unsure of what he meant. Was he testing me? But Alarico's gaze remained steady, his voice low and commanding. "Say it," he urged. With tears welling up in my eyes, I spoke, my voice shaking with rage and fear. "I, Mario Cassano, order you to revoke your alpha's previous order and not to lay a finger on my friends." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I knew I had to protect my friends. As I finished speaking, Alarico's men dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in unison. I stumbled backward, startled by their sudden action. "Your wish is our command, Queen Luna," they chanted in perfect harmony. The title "𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝘂𝗻𝗮" sent shivers down my spine. What did it mean? And why did Alarico's men respond to me with such reverence? I looked up at 𝗵𝗶𝗺, searching for answers, but his expression remained enigmatic.

A freshman tennis player with a girlfriend . A hockey player who won't let him go. What starts as obsession turns into something far darker... and far more irresistible than I ever expected.

War doesn't make monsters. It just teaches them how to aim. Major Lieutenant Konrad Ven Jäger. The emotional black hole. He, who doesn't know how to smile. Doesn't know to hesitate. To be exact... he doesn't care enough. He obeys, executes, commands. He's the perfect soldier because he has surgically removed everything that makes him human. And then? There's the ever smiling sniper. Eirian Dixon. The emotional mimic. He doesn't feel emotions the way others do, but he observes them like a scientist cataloging a new species. So he tries to be normal, not realizing how uncanny it comes off. His past taught him well if you can't be loved naturally, you learn how to seem lovable. When Konrad is assigned to lead Eirian's ghost unit, the mission isn't just survival- it's collision. Between silence and mimicry. Between command and defiance. Between two men who understand war better than they ever understood themselves. Their first mission together should've ended in disaster. Instead, it birthed an obsession neither can name. A man who cannot feel meets one who refuses to. Between the crack of rifle fire and the silence of after-action reports, something starts to shift. Maybe fascination, maybe fury or maybe something too dangerous to name. Because Konrad represses what Eirian imitates. One hides emotion; the other fakes it. One unable to express, the other unable to feel. And in the scope's crosshairs, both men see the same thing staring back- the part of themselves they've spent a lifetime trying to kill.

Gay werewolf best friends romance mxm (MATURE!Smutty) (NOT mpreg) ⚠️🔞⚠️ (trigger warnings) Kai and Shadow have been best friends forever, but not long after their eighteenth birthday, they notice a change in their wolves. Omegas are treated like literal bitches of a pack. They get bullied and treated like trash as others force them to submit and do their dirty work. Most wolves are beta but after they have reached the age of maturity, their wolf can change to an alpha, or worse, an omega. Omegas are rare, but one teen finds its happens more often than one would think, when a day hanging out by the river, leads to his best friend holding him down and biting his neck. One became omega. One alpha. These best friends know they must keep the secret and the only way to do that is through a very gay ritual of sorts... Can they fool everyone? Or will their dirty little secret get out? *PLEASE READ!! *this story contains mention of sexual assault* dark themes** BE WARNED!!there are a like 2 BI SCENES! (mxfxm) that I've noticed pisses everyone off so be warned about that. This IS A GAY romance with almost all mxm. The bi scenes are like two scenes probably lasting three chapters, nothing serious, I'll hold your hand through it 😙

Beneath His Touch' A dark mafia romance by Ibru Trisha Liam Romero is a young man who has always craved attention-longing for love ,by doing what he thought is right . Now, he survives on medication, haunted by a past he's desperate to forget. Everyone left him. And just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he's disowned by the very man he believed loved him-his father-all because of one failed mission. Enzo Moretti is a man of silence and steel, Alexander Volkov's most trusted enforcer. Cold, calculated, and merciless, he's known for never missing a target. But when he's ordered to kill Liam-the broken boy whose pain clings to him like a second skin-something inside Enzo begins to shift. One panic attack. That's all it takes to fracture the walls Enzo spent years building. Suddenly, the man who was supposed to end Liam's life finds himself protecting it. Tension simmers. Emotions ignite. And in a world ruled by power, blood, and betrayal, both men are forced to face the one thing they fear most-what lies beneath their touch.

If loving you comes with a price, I'm happy to pay for it with everything I have. --Fenris Fenris, the alpha heir of the Winterthrope clan, is marked and claimed by Prince Damien of the Nocturne Kingdom during a visit. In a world where alpha on alpha mating is forbidden and condemned, their love is doomed once it is exposed before the entire Nocturne court. After a failed attempt to elope, they are forced apart by the Nocturne Queen. Fenris is brought back to Winterthrope to face his father's wrath and his clan's judgment. While tormented by the pain of being torn away from his mate, Fenris must also endure the loss of his status and reputation, facing humiliation and isolation. When his stepmother becomes pregnant with another potential heir, he knows he has become expendable to his clan. When the vampires march on Winterthrope and capture Fenris's omega brother Leif, Fenris throws himself into battle once more, hoping to rescue Leif and bring him to safety. However, he doesn't expect the mysterious and dangerous Vampire King to agree to exchange Leif for Fenris's surrender. Fenris expects to die as the vampire king's prisoner, never to see his lover again. But will Damien give him up? Or will the wolf prince find his way to his alpha mate, as he has promised? Fenris: 26 years old Damien: 26 years old ___________ Book 2 of The Alpha Mate Series. Book 1 is The Wolf Prince's Rival Mate There will be NO mpreg between main characters in this series. HE eventually. Updates every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday at 8 a.m. PST.

Nico never thought his life could fall apart so completely. One day he was a normal artist...The next, his twin sister was dead... and her fiancé the man she was supposed to marry, turned that grief into something darker, Something that wanted him. Not her anymore him... Ethan didn't care that Nico didn't want this. He didn't care about boundaries, laws, or fear. All that mattered was possession. Every glance, every step Ethan took was a claim Nico's body, his mind, his very soul. And no matter how much Nico resisted, how much he tried to pull away, Ethan only pressed closer. . Nico's legs gave way his body trembling, his spine pressed cold against the unforgiving wall. His voice was raw, desperate "Touch me again and I'll call the cops!" Ethan only laughed . He leaned in so close Nico could feel the heat radiating from him "I love it," Ethan whispered, his lips grazing Nico's ear, "when you act so brave, sweetheart..." Before Nico could react, Ethan smashed his lips onto his.......