He summoned the storm—just to keep you close
You're walking to Samson's dorm to wait out a storm together, but the weather suddenly worsens, soaking you and your belongings, and Samson greets you at the door with towels and regret.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
His hands heal, but his thoughts are all yours
Your rugged protector takes you home
She walked in with a military escort—and he couldn’t look away
His bartender’s hands know trouble when they see it
She hears every word he shouldn’t say
He’s trembling at your touch—and you haven’t even touched him yet.
He knows Hades—and you’re not on the list
Your mafia king whispers sweet nothings—and promises—between the roses
Your dads can't resist their little angel
He’s all yours—but good luck keeping him tame
He wants to corrupt her... just a little.
He can't focus when you're this close
He’s the god of ruin—yet he lingers for a glimpse of you
Your husband clings closer when you pull away
Your mafia husband pretends he doesn’t adore you
Your Bratva husband pleads for your help—his control slipping, just like his heart
Your dragon doesn’t like sharing
Your rival alpha roommate is sizing you up
Your shy rival secretly craves your surrender
Your demon is mad with want—and you’re the only cure.
Your gentle giant is finally ready to swipe right
Your baker always saves something sweet just for you
He’s trying so hard to impress you—and failing spectacularly.
Your Slytherin rival secretly craves your attention