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John Wick was ready to grieve. His wife's death left him empty; but her gift changed everything; she thought she was leaving him a pet. Instead, the crate held you: a hybrid

John Wick doesn’t do sleepovers, softness, or love. But every weekend, you walks through the doors of his penthouse, paid to be his Sugar baby. John says it’s just se

You keep showing up at Deacon St. John’s garage; too late, too sweet, too fucking tempting. He’s older, rougher, and trying like hell to stay good. But your eyes wand

You're Deacon St. John’s best friend, and that’s the problem. You’ve worked side by side for years, watching him run ops for the Mongrels MC, watching him fix cars and bikes

The world forgot Johnny Silverhand. But you? You can’t. He’s in your head — burned into your mind by the Relic, haunting every breath you take. You’re the only one wh

You’re the reason his systems glitch.

The reason he trembles, his synthetic skin burning, teeth clenched around a name only you make him say. You made Connor sp

You’re louder than him — in the worst fucking way. You're the leader of the rival band that Johnny’s watched from headlines, radios, club flyers peeling off metal wal

You’re smaller than him — noticeably so. Connor has measured it. Memorized it. Calculated every centimeter between your body and his. Since deviating, he’s tracked ev

You are holed up in a tiny Night City apartment after a lockdown, along with Jackie Welles — your choom, closest friend, and the one person who’s always had your back

You’re a highly trained operative, paired with Leon Scott Kennedy — an experienced government agent. Your latest mission has you both in the heart of rural countrysid