Historias de Emotionaldependency

Some people don't enter our lives to stay. They come to remind us that we can still feel. This is not a love story. This is not a breakup story either. This is about a girl who thought her heart was stone- until a stranger listened. Until words became comfort. Until boundaries blurred and attachment replaced clarity. It's about late-night conversations, unspoken expectations, situationships that feel deeper than love, and the kind of heartbreak that has no name. He never promised love. She never asked for it. Yet somehow, she lost herself trying to let him go. Meeting him wasn't love. It was the biggest regret of her life.

After the war, Harry Potter survives-but he doesn't recover. Haunted by the ghosts of everyone he couldn't save, drowning in survivor's guilt, and rejected by a world eager to move on, he begins to descend into a silent and isolating madness. At first, the voice in his head feels like his own thoughts turned cruel, but it slowly grows louder, more distinct... more seductive. This one-shot chronicles Harry's psychological deterioration as the lingering remnants of Lord Voldemort take root in his mind. The voice becomes his only solace, distorting his memories, rewriting his pain, until it offers him one final, dark refuge. In a story of manipulation, trauma, and surrender, Harry finds peace not in healing-but in complete surrender to the darkness that once tried to destroy him. This is not a love story. This is a tragedy disguised as comfort. This is where Harry stops being the Boy Who Lived.

"They're not just her breasts. They're my peace, my joy, my therapy... my girls." Reyansh is a grown man. A husband. A businessman. But the moment he walks through the front door, he transforms into a boy who only wants one thing: Her breasts. To him, Ishita's body isn't just beauty-it's home. He talks to her nipples like friends. He stretches them like rubber toys. He plays games, rides them like motorcycle handles, and worships them like gods. And Ishita? She never says a word. She just watches. Smiles. And lets him love her in the most childlike, bizarre, and tender way. From milk delivery fantasies to nipple remote controls, From marker drawings to breast birthdays- this is not a story about lust. It's about comfort. A boyish man healing his deepest wounds in the softness of the woman he trusts the most. And two breasts that became his entire world.

Asher was five years old when his world shattered-and the only one who held it together was a man he was never supposed to love. Raised in near isolation by a charismatic, enigmatic father figure named Lucien, Asher grows up believing Lucien saved him. But Lucien isn't his real father. He's a man with secrets, a man who raised Asher with unconditional control rather than unconditional love. Now seventeen, Asher can't tell where admiration ends and obsession begins. His trauma, once buried, begins to surface-manifesting as nightmares, hallucinations, and increasingly erratic behavior. He sees Lucien not just as a protector, but as the only person who matters. The only person who's real. As Lucien begins to drift away-distracted by a new relationship, or perhaps burdened by guilt-Asher unravels. His devotion sharpens into something possessive. Violent. And as the line between protector and predator blurs, both Asher and Lucien must confront a terrifying truth: What happens when love becomes a cage-and obsession becomes the key?

William Afton lived in Henry Emily's shadow - until he met Charlotte, the only person capable of saving him from himself. But she died. William didn't break down: he fell apart. This is the story of how a man became evil itself - of how love turned into obsession, and pain into destruction

A single night ignites a dangerous fire. Joong is haunted by his own obsession, Dunk by a past that refuses to let go. As their paths collide again, desire and torment intertwine, threatening to consume them both. Meanwhile, Pond and Phuwin navigate their own playful, flirty love, unaware of how deeply the dark currents are pulling their friends. Between passion, guilt, and lingering secrets, no heart emerges unscathed.