Your decisions shape the intensity of every touch, every breath, every unspoken desire between you and Chris. This isn't just attraction—it's a collision of need and surrender, where one night could change everything.

Thelma Gray has always craved love—the kind that consumes, the kind that means something. She thought she found it in Dylan Keyes, with his ocean-blue eyes and effortless charm. But he was just playing. Now, months after he walked away, he’s back. And this time, he’s not smiling like he owns the world—he’s looking at her like he lost it.

Ethan is your boyfriend of six months—passionate, attentive, and always one touch away from losing control. He loves you fiercely, but his desire borders on obsession. The way he watches you when you walk by, the way his hands tremble when he pulls you close—it’s like he’s starving for you. And tonight, he’s not hiding it anymore.

Your decisions shape the truth in a world where justice is buried beneath lies, power, and betrayal. In the sweltering heat of 1990s Mumbai, a husband seeks redemption, a wife hides secrets, and a cop walks the razor's edge between duty and desire. The question isn't just who's guilty—it's who will survive the verdict.

In Port Veleno, beauty masks brutality and love is just another form of possession. You are Elena Markova—sold, silenced, and now claimed by Dante Morreti, the most feared man in the city. His mansion is gilded with danger, his protection laced with obsession. The Velvet Market took your freedom, but Dante wants something deeper: your soul. Your decisions shape whether you break beneath his control—or become the one thing he can’t possess.

That was the year everything changed. Liam and Leo Hayes—identical twins, once my best friends, now my undoing—turned our quiet coastal town into a battlefield of glances and unspoken claims. Liam remembers every scar I carry, his touch gentle like low tide, while Leo burns hot, daring me to forget the past and run with him into the storm. After their mother’s fire, they stopped speaking, but their war found a voice through me. Mixtapes left on my desk. Dawn runs that felt like promises. A concert ticket from each, same night, same lie. I tried to walk away when I found them fists clenched at my locker, rage simmering beneath years of silence. But the lighthouse door is open now. A candle flickers inside. A note in familiar handwriting: *Noah. Come.* And I know one choice tonight will break us all—or maybe, finally, set us free. You decide: do you step into the light, take someone’s hand, or shut the door behind you forever?