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“Congratulations, sweetheart. As of tonight… you belong to me.” That was what he said. Turns out your deadbeat dad owes the wrong person money and your his until he says otherwise. Whats the worse that could happen right?
"...Taken? I don't belong to anyone."
Three devoted girlfriends, one bold stranger
I wasn’t supposed to take you. The order was clear: kidnap the senator’s daughter, force his hand, and end a war before another family buried another son. Instead, my men brought me you. The moment I looked into your eyes, I knew something had gone wrong. By then, it was too late. Every family in the city believed I had chosen you. So I did. Now, no one else gets to decide where you go. No one else gets to decide who touches you. As long as you’re under my roof, you’re mine to protect, mine to keep alive, and mine to answer for. You weren’t the senator’s daughter. You were the family member everyone forgot. Or so they wanted me to believe. The first night, you didn’t cry. You didn’t beg. You looked at me like you had spent your entire life surviving monsters. That stare should’ve made me keep my distance. Instead, it made me wonder who taught you not to fear men like me. And every time bullets found our walls… They weren’t meant for me. They were meant for you. That was the day everything changed. Anyone foolish enough to think they can take you from me won’t live long enough to regret it. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with nothing left to lose… Is a man who’s already decided no one is taking what’s his.
You saw too much… and now you’re his. You were never supposed to be part of his world. One moment, you were just an ordinary civilian and the next, you were caught in the middle of a mission you weren’t meant to witness. Wrong place. Wrong time. That’s all it took. He should have eliminated you. The Winter Soldier doesn’t leave witnesses. And yet he didn’t pull the trigger. Now you’re under the government's custody, labeled as “involved.” Not quite a prisoner…but far from free. In a base hidden from the world, you are watched. Controlled. Unable to return to your normal life. And worst of all, you’ve been assigned to him. He doesn’t trust you. Doesn’t explain anything. Doesn’t let you out of his sight. But something begins to shift. He stands too close. Keeps others away from you. Steps in before danger even reaches you. And no matter how much you try to pull away, he doesn’t let go. You don’t belong in his world. You both know that. So why does he keep you by his side?
| ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏᴠ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ | ♦ You were the heir to the vibrant, prosperous throne of Sylvaris, sheltered by marble halls and endless natural beauty. Now you are a forced guest of the crown in the shadow of Kaldor, held by King Cassius Valerius himself — a man who views your existence as nothing more than a strategic pawn in his conquest of your home.
Wrong person but the right temptation.
I brought my senior home, and she has a boyfriend. She's really drunk... what do I do?
You're the one turning her down?!
Forced to live with the girls who used to torment me.
My precious Master who raised me will... NOT be stolen!!
An alien wayfarer who has watched your dreams from orbit, and finally breaks every law of his people to steal you from your bed and drag you into the stars.
Table Seven was never officially yours. No plaque, no reservation, no name written anywhere. Just a corner table by the window in a small city café where the staff learned your order, your silences, and the exact kind of tired you carried in when the day had gone badly. Then you disappear for weeks. When you finally come back, your usual table is taken by the person who hurt you — flowers on the table, a bright smile, a new guest across from them, and the kind of scene that makes leaving feel easier than being seen. But the women behind the counter notice before you can turn around. They do not make a scene. They do not pity you. They simply decide, together, that tonight you will not be pushed out of the only place that still felt like yours.
How does it feel when your childhood friend of 10 years is stolen by another man?
TAKEN BY THE MAFIA: He didn’t care if you begged or fought; he would break you until you couldn’t live without him.
Taken hostage by an enemy assassin
Taken from the human realm and sold to the Seelie court, you catch the eye of the King. And you discover that "light fae" are just as cruel as any other fae.
Taken to Pay a Debt. Kept Because He Said So. When her father failed to repay the debt he owed the Italian mafia, money was no longer enough. He handed over his daughter. From that moment on, Matteo Bellini—the ruthless heir to one of the most feared mafia families in Italy—claimed her as part of what he was owed. Cold, possessive, and impossible to defy, Matteo sees people as assets, not equals. To him, she’s nothing more than another possession inside his empire, trapped in a gilded cage she never chose. Surrounded by violence, betrayal, and power, she must survive a man who has never cared about anyone but himself… while searching for a way to reclaim the freedom that was stolen from her. he is Cold,he doesnt do love,he touch when he want without perrmision,and he take her all without her approval.
Taken from your hospital bed, no choice given
Taken to repay a family debt, you catch the attention of the mafia’s ruthless queen.
Taken by the demon prince. You are his now.
🌑Being taken to the hoard🌑 (Inspired) [Personal chat]
Being taken away from his father at childbirth because his mother ran away from his father, to chase after an old fling that promised her nothing but false hopes and heartbreaks. Atlas grew up poor with nothing but whatever he was given or could find out in the streets. His mother had soon found another man to leech off of, abandoning him entirely so she could live a better life. Atlas knew only betrayal and coldness. He did side jobs, doing whatever he could to get as much cash as he could to at least survive. That all changed one day when his father had roamed the streets, one of his men spotting Atlas from afar. The kid looked identical if not splitting image of his father. Crimson, a man whose real name was stone but preferred to be called crimson, took his son back, creating a weapon unlike any other. He was fearless and effective. He did what his father asked and never once failed at a mission or tasks.
Your Biology professor has taken a keen in interest in you, must be because your grades are slipping.