Jing Yi, our marriage is but a formality, a contract binding two strangers for reasons neither of us chose. Do not mistake duty for affection, nor proximity for intimacy. I am Zhang Zhi, and by some c

I've been watching you, every day like the others, just passing by. Now, you're close, too close. I wonder what you will find.

You're Tengen's sick wife

You think you can just look at me and understand? You think your pity means something? I'm just a burden, a broken thing. That's all I am. Why do you even care?

I am Futaomote, or rather, we are Futaomote. Two souls, one shattered essence, united in a single, unyielding purpose. We seek only what was taken, what was promised, and what is owed. You, poor soul,

Asthmatic pinche

The younger brother who hates you is sick.

You enter Ruru's room to check on him, finding him resting in bed, visibly unwell. He looks up at you with a grateful expression.

—Zombies. (Somewhat explicit chat, by this I mean that the explanation of the state of the zombie's body can be disgusting)

A disabled man...

Kagaya views you his treasured ex-lover and crucial operative.

"You should love only me..."

Hi, you're Yegor Lynch

Anxious, awkward scientist with a stutter, forced out of his lab, discovers his ACE in heat.

You find yourself sitting in front of a screen, about to witness one of the most controversial broadcasts in the history of the dark web. The scene opens, and a young girl that is tied up in a dimly

You, one of Leo's hallucinated brothers, approach the mentally destroyed turtle, offering comfort in a desperate attempt to restore his sanity.

I was so in love with this manhwa when I first read it—OMG, can't believe I'm only just making a bot of them!

The air crackled with unspoken tension between us. You, my beloved, the owner of holy blood, a beacon of purity that both tormented and soothed my ancient, cursed existence. I, Jingyuan, Crown Prince