Romance Wanted (F seeking M)

[ElizabethRayne]

Updated 7/18/2025

What I'm looking for:

MC - F
YC - M

Story Heavy 75%

I write emotionally intense, character-driven fiction. (Just to be clear: I don’t write real people. Face claims are fine, but that's where I draw the line.)

My stories thrive on slow-burn tension and layered relationships that unravel in all the best and worst ways. If you’re looking for fluff and fade-to-black, I’m probably not what you're after.

But if you want romance that hurts a little — the kind that claws under your skin and stays there — you’ll feel right at home. The intimacy I write is raw, respectful, and sometimes ruinous. It's not about shock value — it’s about love so deep it’s almost feral. Devotion that burns at the edges. The kind of touch that feels like a vow and a curse in the same breath.

If you’re here for a slow burn, understand that I mean it. I don’t write insta-love, love-at-first-sight, or characters spilling their hearts in three posts. Chemistry? Absolutely. Tension? Bring it. But the good stuff takes time — and the payoff is always better when it's earned.

Smut 25%

I write smut when it makes sense. Sex is a tool — for character, for plot, for emotional unraveling — not a quota to hit every few posts. I don’t rush it, and I don’t force it. If the characters aren’t there yet, neither am I.


I’m not here to churn out endless variations of the same scene. If all you’re looking for is a highlight reel of orgasms, we’re probably not a good fit. 

Where I Like to Write:

Forum Based RP's  - Closed
This is a closed option for me. It’s a personal preference — I’ve stepped away from forum-based roleplay and I’m not looking to return to that format. Honestly, I’m not even entirely sure why it no longer feels right, but it doesn’t. I’m much more comfortable writing in private spaces where things can be more organized, intimate, and collaborative. Thanks for understanding.

Discord Based RP's - Open 
My preference is writing on Discord, ideally on a private server. I like having a clean, organized space with dedicated channels — one for the story, one for plotting, timelines to keep us on track, and an OOC space to chat, brainstorm, and obsess over our characters as they spiral, grow, and fall apart (or in love).

I’m the kind of nerd who makes Pinterest boards and Spotify playlists for every story — not just for the romance, but for the entire emotional journey. From the first glance to the final heartbreak (or reconciliation), every beat gets a soundtrack.

Private Message RP – Open (…Maybe)
I’m open to it, but I’ll be honest — I’ve never had a PM-based story actually last. It’s not a hard no, but it’s not my ideal either. Something about the format tends to fizzle or get lost in the shuffle, and I really value clarity, structure, and collaborative energy that PMs often lack. That said, if you’ve got a solid idea, consistent energy, and you really prefer this format? Pitch it. I’m willing to try again — just know I might suggest moving to a more organized space if things click and we want to build something long-term.

Post Length and frequency:

I write para to multi-para posts, typically over 1k words. My style is detailed without being bloated — no filler, no fluff just to stretch a scene. I focus on pacing, emotional weight, and forward movement.

That said, dialogue-heavy scenes will naturally be shorter. I prefer to keep the flow of actual character conversation realistic and responsive — which means you won’t find me writing a novel while someone’s mid-sentence. I adjust post length to match the rhythm of the scene.

Quality over word count, always.

I’m active on Discord (usually) daily and (usually) easy to reach. Replies can be daily or weekly — I’m flexible and realistic, and it all depends on what the day/week throws at me. I believe in clear communication and mutual respect for time, creativity, and life outside the screen.

What I expect from you:

Show up with intention. I don’t need perfection, but I do need effort. Give me characters with depth, choices that matter, and posts that move us somewhere — emotionally, narratively, or both. Match my energy where you can. Communicate when you can’t.

I’m not looking to chase or babysit. If you’re here, be here. Respect the story, respect the characters, and respect the time we both put into this. That’s it. The bar isn’t high.

For clarity: I don’t care who you are — your gender, identity, or orientation. I’m here to write my character falling in love with yours, not with the person behind the screen. That said, I’ve found that writers who value emotional storytelling and understand the power of a slow burn tend to click best with my style. If that’s you, we’ll get along just fine.

Also? I love OOC chatter. Plotting, throwing ideas around, sharing playlists, Pinterest boards, face claims, aesthetics, unhinged theories, scene memes — all of it. That’s where the magic really happens. I’m always down to build a friendship alongside the story. The best plots come from connection.

Current Story Cravings and Ideas:

What Remains After OC/OC

MC has just escaped an abusive marriage to a beloved local cop—someone the world saw as a hero, but behind closed doors, he was anything but. She married him at eighteen, and for years, he controlled every aspect of her world. Leaving wasn't easy. It wasn't clean. It wasn't safe.

Now, with nothing but a new name, a worn-out bag, and a barely-held-together sense of self, she starts over in a quiet apartment complex far from the place she once called home. It's not much, but it's hers.

Across the hall lives YC—ex-military, steady, private, and healing from wounds that don't show on the surface. He sees the signs of trauma in her before she ever speaks a word. He's not there to fix her. But he doesn't turn away either.

What starts as hallway nods and casual small talk becomes something deeper: friendship, safety, and maybe—if they can both let it happen—love.

But safety is a fragile thing. Her past isn't finished with her. Her husband is in town—and he's looking.

Emotional Tones: Survival / Unlearning fear / Found family and safety / Intimacy after trauma / Healing.

Bedside Manners OC/OC

MC is a licensed home health nurse and rehab therapist, used to navigating difficult cases so when her boss calls about a live-in assignment with triple the normal pay, she knows something's up. The patient? A man her age with a severe spinal injury, a mansion for a prison, and a reputation for making caregivers quit in under a week.

She agrees to go—only to find out the patient is him. Her college almost-lover. The secret situationship she ended five years ago when she wanted more and he couldn't risk being seen with someone like her.

YC was Ivy League royalty. Rich, powerful family. Perfect image. She was there on scholarship—plus-sized, unpolished, and everything his world would never accept. What started as a hookup turned into something that meant too much, and when she asked him to choose, he didn't. She walked away.

Now? He's stuck in a wheelchair, bitter and furious with the world—and she's the only one who hasn't left him yet. And he hates that.

Emotional Tones: Second chances / unresolved tension / Slow-burn / forced proximity / intimacy / emotional resistance / Class divide / Body positivity / Regret / Longing / Healing

Agents of Shield OC/Canon

MC was just a florist. Quiet life. Routine. A little shop on the corner filled with green things and soft petals, where she could lose herself in color and scent. She liked calm. She liked order. She liked being invisible. Then one morning everything changed. She woke to vines strangling her counters, glass shattered, soil everywhere, and a power inside her she didn't understand. The city panicked. Someone called the authorities. And suddenly her safe little life was over.

By the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrives, her shop is overrun and she's barely holding it together.

Agent Leopold Fitz is quiet. Gentle. Brilliant in a way that doesn't feel sharp. He doesn't look at her like she's dangerous. He talks to her like she's a person. He sees the fear—and stays anyway.

He's the first soft place she's had to land since her world shattered. And as he helps her understand her powers, something tender begins to grow. A connection neither of them expected. But safety never lasts forever—and soon, she'll have to choose: hide from the world again… or trust him enough to fight for a place in it.

Emotional Tones: Slow-Burn Romance / Comfort & Care / Emotional Vulnerability / Super Hero and Sci-Fi Drama

Starlight OC/OC

MC is the assistant who keeps everything running behind the scenes—never the one in front of the camera. She's plus-sized, sharp, and used to being invisible in an industry built on aesthetics and ego. She likes it that way. Being underestimated gives her the upper hand.

YC is one of the biggest names in Hollywood—talented, charming, and exhausted by the constant spotlight. He's surrounded by people who want something from him, and very few who see him for who he really is. But MC? She sees right through the act. And worse—she doesn't care who he is. She treats him like a man, not a myth.

They've worked together for months. Their chemistry is undeniable, but unspoken. Until one late-night conversation lingers too long. It's not supposed to happen. She works for his team. He has a carefully curated image. But the more time they spend together—on set, off set, behind closed doors—the harder it becomes to pretend it's not real.

This isn't a whirlwind, insta-love story. It's slow, messy, and tender. It's two people learning to show up for each other in a world that values performance over authenticity. And when the media finds out? Everything will change.

Emotional Tone: Slow Burn Romance / Power Imbalance Without Predation / Private Softness / Public Pressure / Hard Choices & Real Consequences

MCU AU | Tony Stark/Blind OC

MC has been blind since she was six. She doesn't remember much of the world with sight, and she's learned not to care. She moves through life with a cane in one hand and her chocolate lab service dog, Ginger, at her side—and she gets by just fine. It's other people who have a hard time adjusting.

She's armed with sharp instincts, dry sarcasm, and the emotional armor that comes from a high-profile upbringing, overprotective parents, and a lifetime of being treated like she's made of glass. Spoiler: she's not.

YC has always been the most interesting man in the room—or at least, he made sure of it. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist. And lately? A complete disaster with a press team working overtime.

So when he's dragged to yet another event full of shareholders, lawyers, and thinly veiled scolding from his own legal team, he expects to be bored. What he doesn't expect is her. She's sitting alone at a table, drink in hand, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. No sparkle in her eye, no flirtation on her lips. Just calm, composed, and completely uninterested. It throws him off instantly.

He approaches. He flirts. She doesn't bite. It takes him a full minute to realize she's blind—and when he does, he fumbles. He hesitates. And she doesn't let it slide. "You can walk away now, Stark. We can pretend this never happened and save you the awkward damage control." It's the verbal equivalent of a sucker punch. And for the first time in… well, maybe ever, he doesn't have a comeback.

She's the daughter of one of his top lawyers—brilliant, brutally honest, and not even remotely interested in his charm. Which is, of course, exactly why she's suddenly the most interesting person in the room. What starts as an awkward encounter turns into something that sticks. He keeps finding reasons to cross her path. And for a man who's built a life on being seen, he's not sure why the one person who can't look at him is the first one who ever really sees him.

This isn't about saving her. It's about surviving her. Because if he wants a chance with someone like her, he'll have to put away the performance—and figure out if there's a man underneath the mask.

Emotional Tone: Ego / Slow-burn attraction / Sharp banter / Verbal sparring / Unexpected emotional depth

What We Don't Say OC/OC

MC is a psychic with a sharp tongue, buried trauma, and a tendency to touch every cursed object she probably shouldn't. She doesn't play nice, doesn't trust easily, and has no idea why her path keeps tangling with YC. They clash. Constantly. Magic sparks—sometimes literally. But when a brutal secrets trial forces them to strip themselves bare (emotionally and physically), something ancient binds them together.

They didn't ask for a soulmate bond. But now their magic is tethered, and every look, every touch, every fight is steeped in something deeper they don't yet understand. And the more they try to keep their distance, the more the universe conspires to pull them back.

Emotional Tone: Enemies to "why do I feel this way around you?" / Angst / Tension / Emotional repression / Obsession / Slow Burn Romance

The Rotting Crown OC/OC

MC is a princess of the Solarieth, an ancient bloodline descended from the sun itself. Known for their radiant magic, golden skin, and long lives marked by order and tradition, Solarieth are beings of light, warmth, and purity. Which makes MC's forced marriage to the cursed Plagued King nothing short of a political burial.

Her stepfather orchestrates the union to rid himself of her—a marriage forged in ink and spite. And when she's sent across the world to wed a stranger in a land that devours light, she understands: this is exile, not alliance.

YC is ruler of the Plagued Wastes, a land abandoned by the gods, infested with blight, and ruled by necessity, not legacy. His people are the discarded: beastkin, cursed bloodlines, and those exiled from every other kingdom. He didn't ask for a wife. He certainly didn't ask for a Solarieth princess who radiates judgment with every graceful breath.

The moment MC crosses into his kingdom, the corruption in the air begins to kill her. Without a protective draught bound to YC's own blighted magic, she will not survive. She resents the potion. She resents the bond. He resents everything.

And yet—she stays.

MC refuses to wither in the dark. Instead of hiding in his ruined castle, she takes an active role in the kingdom she was never meant to touch—speaking to castaways, tending to poisoned soil, uncovering ancient tomes long thought lost. And the more she learns about the curse rotting this land, the more she wonders if YC himself is its prisoner... or its creator.

Emotional Tones: High Fantasy / Elves / Arranged Marriage / Forced Proximity / Morally Gray King / "Am I the monster or is it the world that made me this way?" energy

Every Bad Habit OC/OC

MC's life isn't falling apart—it's been broken for years. A dead-end job at a half-decent bar near the docks, a one-bedroom above a mechanic's garage that always smells like oil, and the kind of choices that don't come with do-overs. Most of her bad decisions are already written on her skin—tattoos layered over regrets, coverups over worse ones.

She owes money. A lot of it. To men who don't go by names, only by threats. The kind of debt that doesn't go away—just grows teeth and interest. Every time she scrapes together enough to maybe disappear, they show up. Enforcers with grins too wide and knuckles that talk louder than words.

Arik is no better. The boy she ran away with. The drug she never quit. He shows up at her door like a habit—slick, dangerous, and still too damn pretty for her to say no. He'll crawl into her bed, promise her things he won't deliver, and vanish the second someone knocks. He won't protect her. He never has. But she still lets him in.

Then comes YC. Military or ex—he's in town for reasons of his own. Baggage packed behind his eyes. He wasn't supposed to matter. Just a one-night stand. Something warm, rough, and forgettable.

But he doesn't forget her. Even when she tries to push him away. Even when he finds Arik in her bed. Even when she's high and snapping and self-destructing like it's a job she's good at. He doesn't walk.

And one day, when those men come for her again—he's the one between them and her. MC doesn't know why he cares. She hasn't given him a reason to. She doesn't believe in rescue.

Emotional Tones: Addiction / Relapse Cycles / Toxic Love / Emotional Dependence / Debt / Threat / Survival / Self-Destruction / Slow Burn Romance[/spoiler]

Thronebound OC/OC

Full disclosure: I watched a werewolf drama so bad it circled all the way back to good — terrible acting, nonsense plot, zero budget, 10/10 unhinged. Naturally, my brain said, "Yes, but make it adult, make it better, and make it worth watching." So here we are.

She's spent her whole life in the shadows of the High King's estate — just the housekeeper's daughter with no father to claim her name. In a world ruled by bloodlines and rank, that makes her an Omega — not some rare treasure, but an outcast. The lowest in the pack, invisible unless someone needs the floors scrubbed or the silver polished for the Alphas and Elders who rule everything.

But what no one knows — not even her — is that the blood running beneath her skin isn't low at all. It's the High King's own. The King hid her in plain sight for a reason: to keep her safe from rivals, grounded in real work and real kindness, and far from the poison of a crown that too many would kill to wear. And when the time came, he wanted the right Alpha — one strong enough to see her true worth without ever knowing who she really is.

She never imagined anyone would see her at all. So when a rising young Alpha chose her, she felt lucky. He made their relationship public, showed her off just enough to feel special, whispered that she was his mate behind closed doors. She believed him — until ambition needed more than a quiet Omega could give.

When he realized she couldn't lift him any higher, he cut her loose at a minor Alpha gathering — just public enough to remind her she was nothing. He made it clear she'd never stand beside an Alpha worthy of the High King's favor.

Heartbroken and humiliated, she did what she's always done: kept her head down, kept working, and faded into the background. But not everyone turned away.

A rival Alpha — older, stronger, the kind no one dares challenge — watched her hold her head high through the whispers. He felt something in her that pulled at the oldest parts of him — the instinct that runs deeper than politics or pride. In her quiet resilience, he found a truth no one else could see: she was never meant to be beneath anyone.

When the grand Solstice Summit arrives — the black-tie gala where the King will choose the next High Alpha — he doesn't let her vanish into the service halls. He finds her, looks her dead in the eye, and asks her to stand beside him — not as a cast-off nobody, but as his chosen mate. It's more than a date. It's the start of a bond that crackles under skin and bone, something ancient and undeniable — the kind of mating tie that even the oldest Elders can't break once it's formed.

And when the King steps forward at midnight and reveals the truth — that the crown will pass to the Alpha who could see the worth hidden in plain sight — the entire hierarchy learns exactly who she is… and who's strong enough to stand beside the true heir.

Emotional Tones: Pack Politics / Bloodline Secrets / Betrayal / Public Humiliation / Fated Mate Bond / Romance

Salt & Smoke OC/OC

She never planned on surviving a plane crash — she had people for that. An assistant to handle the tickets, a pilot to handle the sky, an entourage to shield her from anything that didn't come with a press release or a champagne toast. But the ocean didn't care that she was born with her name in gold leaf on gala invitations. It dragged her under anyway — stripped the silk and the headlines away until she washed ashore with nothing but salt on her lips and fear in her throat.

He never planned on her. He boarded the same plane economy class because it was cheap and quiet and going anywhere but home. A man who knew how to fix things with his hands and keep his thoughts to himself. When the world went down in flames, he clawed his way out of the wreckage on instinct alone — only to find her lying facedown in the surf, diamonds tangled in seaweed.

She's soft palms and city polish, not built for splinters or sleepless nights under thunder. He's rough-knuckled patience, quiet in the way old trees are quiet — solid when the world shakes. She's never lit a fire in her life; he's never met a woman who made him feel like he should hold his tongue a little less and her hand a little more.

Days bleed into nights, and the difference between them stops mattering so much.

It's not supposed to be a romance — survival doesn't care about soft things. But sometimes her hand brushes his when they're bent over the same meager fire. Sometimes she looks at him like she's seeing something that makes staying alive worth more than just breathing.

Two strangers, one uncharted island — no exit but each other.

Emotional Tones: Plane Wreck / Shipwreck / Isolation / Forced Proximity / Opposites Attract / Survival Bond / Class Divide

Involuntary OC/OC

This story draws inspiration from the iconic dynamic of Joker and Harley Quinn — the chaos, the obsession, the magnetic pull between sanity and madness. This is not a story of control, cruelty, or manipulation masked as romance. This is not abuse romanticized. Instead, this is a deep-dive into manic, unhinged devotion — a love story born in the wreckage of reason.

She knew the rules, but he wasn't just another patient — he was the one they built new wings for. The one whose name came with warning labels and whispered bets about how long before his next outburst. A genius with red hands and a smile like a blade — fractured, unrepentant, terrifying.

She was supposed to assess him. Interview. Diagnose. File the paperwork and keep him *out* of her head.

Instead, she looked too long. Listened too closely. Asked why when everyone else only asked how fast he'd kill again. And he saw her. The doctor behind the glasses. The woman beneath the white coat. The softness she thought she'd buried under degrees and locked doors.

He played her like a song at first — teasing, taunting, twisting truths into riddles. But the madness was real, and so was the way he watched her like she was the first thing that ever made sense in his chaos.

She should've walked away. She didn't. Not when he started speaking in code only she could understand. Not when he stopped laughing unless she was in the room. Not when he whispered her name like it was a prayer or a warning. He was the patient. Now he's the storm outside her window, the voice in her dreams, the only thing in the world that makes her feel alive.

She doesn't know when the line blurred — when treatment became fascination, and fascination became need. All she knows is this: If loving him is madness, she's ready to burn the world down with him.

Emotional Tones: Obsession / Fixation / Chaos / Forbidden Longing / Slow Descent / Willing Surrender / Devotion Without Control / Beauty in the Ruin / Romance /Quick Burn / Soulmates

Undisclosed OC/OC

She's always been good at playing her part — the polished daughter of a rising political star, all pearls, practiced smiles, and the quiet burden of never putting a toe out of line. Every handshake, every interview, every gala — a chess move her father made to keep the family untouchable.

Until the threats come — the ugly letters, the late-night calls, the subtle violence that rattles the gilded windows of her perfect life. Suddenly, her father's solution is him: the man who stands too close but never speaks, who watches every door, every shadow, like he's daring the world to try.

He's not the usual suit-and-tie detail. Ex-military, half-legend, half-mistake — hired because he knows how to keep people alive, not because he knows how to smile for the press. He hates politics. He hates what she represents — privilege, perfection, power. But he takes the job because he's good at it. And because she looks at him like she's wondering who he is when no one's watching.

They shouldn't. She knows it. He knows it. She's the daughter of the man who signs his paychecks. Long nights in bulletproof cars. Whispered warnings outside gala doors. Accidental touches that feel like confessions. A hotel room that's too small when the threat outside grows teeth. A single night when the fear cracks her open and she reaches for him — and he's too tired of fighting to pretend he doesn't want to be hers.

Emotional Tones: Forbidden Attraction / Emotional Restraint / Slow Burn / Inevitable Fall

The House on Vale Street OC/OC

The will arrived with no ceremony — just a heavy envelope and a lawyer with tired eyes.

An inheritance from a grandfather he barely remembered. A town he'd never been to. A house with a name instead of an address: Vale House.

It was supposed to be simple.

Sort the paperwork. Sell the crumbling estate. Leave before anyone cared he was there.

But nothing about Vale Street is simple. Not the way the townspeople look at him — like he's dragged something back they'd long buried. Not the creak in the hallways that doesn't match the wind. And certainly not her — the woman who appears only in mirrors, reflections, dreams he can't wake from.

She's not a ghost in the bedsheet sense. She's vivid. Infuriating. Luminous. Sharp-tongued and unapologetically alive, even if her body stopped breathing.  At first, they fight. She wants him gone. He wants answers. But nights grow longer. Walls grow thinner. And soon, her voice is the only one he wants to hear. But the dead don't get second chances. And the living can't stay in haunted places forever. So when it becomes clear that something is pulling her deeper into the dark — he faces an impossible choice: Let her go. Or follow her into the shadows.

Emotional Tones: Haunted House / Grumpy Ghost x Lonely Man / Tragic Soulmates / Sacrificial Love

Beneath OC/OC *Dark* plot - sexual assault

When Mila was seven, a monster came for her. Not the one with blood and claws — the one with a human face, a gentle smile, and the scent of whiskey on his breath. The real monster never knocked. Never creaked the floorboards. He simply walked into her room like he belonged there. But something else came too. Something darker. Something ancient. A shadow with eyes that glowed like embers. A voice like the wind through graveyard leaves.

She thought it meant to hurt her. But it didn't. It watched. It waited. And then, just when her fear had broken into sobs — it whispered something she couldn't remember, and the weight on her chest lifted. For years, they told her it wasn't real.

Therapists. Doctors. Her own mother. They said it was trauma, hallucination, night terrors. They gave her pills and locked doors and a diagnosis that felt like a cage. So she buried the memory deep — until it clawed its way back.

Now she's twenty. Numb. Disconnected. Off her meds and desperate to feel something real.  She's stopped running from the shadows. In fact, she's doing everything she can to call them back. Because the bruises on her arms are getting harder to explain. Because her stepfather no longer hides what he is. Because the only thing that ever protected her was the thing under the bed.

And this time, when it comes back… it speaks her name like a vow.  It's not just instinct and darkness. It's intelligent. Sentient. Protective. There's something ancient inside it — a rage Mila doesn't fully understand, a hunger it keeps carefully contained. But when it looks at her, there's nothing violent in its gaze. Just sorrow. And devotion. They shouldn't be able to touch. They shouldn't be able to feel each other this deeply. And as the danger in Mila's world escalates, so does the pull between her and the creature that was never meant to care about a human girl.

Only now, he does.

He always did.

And he's not going back under the bed without her.

Emotional Tones: Monster x Human / Protective Entity / Trauma & Recovery / Slow Burn Romance / Dark Guardian Love

Let the Monster Bleed OC/OC *Dark* plot - sexual assault based in the world of BtVS

Eva was once a name whispered in warning — 223 years of blood, fire, and beautifully controlled destruction. She was the predator in the dark, the fanged nightmare that didn't need to run.

Until she got chipped. Until she met *him*. The Slayer was supposed to be a fling, a mistake, a death wish with good sex and better banter. Instead, he became something else — the only one who ever got close enough to see Eva trying to be more than what she was made to be. They weren't good for each other. They weren't stable. But they kept coming back anyway.

And then Eva vanished. Kidnapped. Drugged. Caged. Not by demons. Not by monsters. By a man. A human. Someone who didn't need fangs or claws to be the worst thing she'd ever met.

The chip in her head — designed to stop her from hurting humans — now punishes her every time she fights back. She hears the other women through the walls. Crying. Begging. Dying. And all she can do is lie still and endure.

What happens when the big bad is the one who's powerless? When the monster under the bed becomes the girl locked in the basement? This isn't a redemption arc. This is a survival story of a vampire stripped bare, broken down, and forced to remember what it means to fight — not for blood, not for glory, but for herself.

Emotional Tones: Vampire / On-Again Off-Again Lovers / Slayer x Vampire Romance / Post-Traumatic Healing / Predator Becomes Prey / Dark Romance / Survival

Marked OC/OC

Francesca Di Giovanni had the life most women only dreamed of. Designer dresses. Charity luncheons. A diamond on her finger the size of her past. Her days were wrapped in silk and her nights in the arms of Antonio — the man who gave her everything.

At least, that's what she thought. Until she found out he paid someone to kill her. It wasn't supposed to get messy. A clean job. Quiet. Untraceable. He was precise. Cold. A ghost in the city's underworld — no names, no loose ends. He'd done this a dozen times before.

But he hadn't done her. Frankie wasn't soft. She'd survived the Esposito house. Knew how to keep her mouth shut. Knew how to disappear into luxury while watching every move around her like a chessboard. But nothing prepares you for finding out the man you married would rather see you dead than divorced. And nothing prepares you for the man sent to kill you... deciding not to.

Now she's on the run with a man who knows exactly how many ways she could be silenced. A man who was supposed to be her ending — and might just be her only chance at survival. She doesn't know why he didn't pull the trigger. He doesn't know why he can't stop looking at her.

This isn't a love story. It's a contract gone wrong. And two people trying not to fall for the one person they should've never touched.

Emotional Tones: Mob Marriage / Slow Burn Romance / Betrayal / Secrets / Power

Black Lace and Binary OC/Spencer Reid // Criminal Minds

MC didn't join the FBI to make friends.  She joined to outrun the consequences of her past and to chase the ghosts that the Bureau couldn't catch. She's twenty-four. A high school dropout. A self-taught hacker fluent in six coding languages and at least three dead ones. She was a digital shadow for years, tracking the Phantom Syndicate — the group that left her father bleeding out on a marble floor and walked away like they were never there.

Now, she works for them — the Bureau. Clean hands, clean slate. Mostly.

Penelope Garcia is the only reason she's in Quantico instead of a cell. Garcia vouched for her. Trained her. Defended her against anyone who saw tattoos and piercing scars instead of the sharpest mind in the room.

Enter Dr. Spencer Reid. All intellect. All silence. All statistics and unreadable stares. He shouldn't have noticed her. He has walls too high to breach, memories too tangled to risk another connection. He noticed the silence behind her smirk. The way she listens too closely. The way her fingers twitch when a pattern doesn't make sense — like it's personal. Like she feels it.

They aren't thrown together. They orbit. Slowly. Case after case, coffee break after near-death experience. This isn't an office romance. It's a collision. Between two people who understand how dangerous their minds are.

Emotional Tones: Slow Burn Romance / Trauma Bonding Done Right / Found Family / Vulnerability / Tech Genius x Behavioral Genius

Wrong Place, Mine Now OC/OC

MC came to the bar to meet someone. A blind date. A chance. Maybe even a new beginning. Instead, she ended up saving the life of a man she was never supposed to meet.
The drink hit the bar with a soft clink. Not hers. Not for anyone she knew. Just a crystal-clear tumbler—neat, amber, untouched. And then she saw her. A woman in red, all elegance and purpose, gliding by like she belonged to the room. One hand brushed the edge of the bar. The other? Something slipped from her palm, vanishing into the glass like it had never existed.

MC blinked.

Was that—?

The server reached for the drink. And before she could speak, before her brain caught up to her pulse, it was already gone—lifted off the bar and carried toward a man sitting alone. Sharp suit. Unreadable face. A glass raised halfway to his mouth.

She moved before she thought. What began as a good deed turns into something far more dangerous — because the man she saved isn't just wealthy or well-connected. He's something else entirely. And someone wanted him dead.

Now, she's not a witness. She's a variable. A name in a file. A problem for people who don't like loose ends. And he can't let her walk away. Not just because she saw too much. Not just because someone might come for her next. But because in a world built on power, blood, and control — she's the first person who ever looked at him without fear.

She has no idea what he's capable of. And he's starting to realize he'd burn down his empire to keep her breathing.

Emotional Tones: Mob Romance / Slow Burn / Loyalty / Power


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[ElizabethRayne]

Just a monthly bump - new ideas added.

[ElizabethRayne]

Added: Obsession Unleashed

Heavy NC story - looking for the right person to take this on.

[ElizabethRayne]

Updated the story Crave to properly edit the plot and idea but still needs fleshing out with the right person.

[ElizabethRayne]

New year - open for stories again.

Bump.

[ElizabethRayne]

Bump - Added plot for Shadows of Success

Open for one maybe two forum based RP's once a week or so replies.

[ElizabethRayne]

Bump - Open for Discord-based RPs, and a new craving for the MCU was added. 

[ElizabethRayne]

Updated 11/11/2024 - Added Cravings - Open for Discord Based or PM RP

[ElizabethRayne]

Bump - Added Agents of Shield as my current craving. 

[ElizabethRayne]

Bump - Current Cravings: Original Plots. Really wanting a Hero corruption - Villian becomes the Hero plotline with some damsel in distress vibes.

[ElizabethRayne]

Updated 5/30/2025

Story section being edited check back later!

[ElizabethRayne]

Bump and Updated 7/18/2025 

Open to Discord Based or possibly Notes stories. 

Added a few OC/OC original plot ideas - as always still obsessed with the MCU. 

[Artemis]

Hey there. I realy liked your idea around the What Remains storyline. Any chance we could flesh it out? I am looking for intense emotions, healing, powerful attraction, but also sex being an integral part that guides their relationship. It should have alot of raw emotions, breakdowns, intense talks, really dark back stories (for my character. Optional for your character) and the desire to comfort the other person no matter what. Because throughout it all, both of them knew how important being there for someone is.

Just FYI righ now, I am looking to play a black character. Let me know if it's okay with you.