Male Robin X Chrom

Andre pikir tidak akan ada hal aneh saat tantenya tinggal di rumahnya untuk sementara waktu. Namun, dia tidak menyangka jika tantenya yang katanya seorang janda itu malah memberi pengalaman menarik lain untuknya. Itu membuat Andre semakin yakin dengan kata temannya bahwa janda memang lebih menggoda.

Istriku tidak pernah memberiku jatah, tapi bagaimana jika Ibu Mertua dan Kakak Ipar yang menawariku jatah? Awalnya aku menolak, demi istriku. Tapi tiba-tiba, belasan pesan masuk yang ternyata berisi video perselingkuhan istriku dengan mantannya, tanpa busana, dengan mantan kekasihnya dulu. Aku yang menceritakan semua keluh kesahku tiga tahun ini kepada mereka, ternyata disambut baik dan mereka merasa bersalah. Namun, sambutan itu perlahan berubah, terutama ketika mereka terpesona dengan keperkasaanku!

Pram diminta menjadi pelayan oleh seorang nyonya yang cantik. Ternyata sang nyonya cantik seperti meminta pelayanan lebih! Para wanita penghuni rumah tersebut satu persatu juga meminta servis spesial. "Mas Pram! Aku butuh kamu secepatnya!"

I've lived in a cage my entire life. The marriage was my father's idea, protect the company's image, secure the board's approval, play the role of the perfect son even when it was killing me inside. I never had a choice. Until Robin Maximus walked into my building, paint-stained and beautiful, and reminded me what freedom tasted like. I should've been honest from the start. But when his body pressed against mine in the backseat of my car, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered my name, I couldn't bring myself to care about anything else. His laugh became the only sound I wanted to hear. His touch, the only thing that made sense. For the first time in years, I remembered what it felt like to be alive. Then he found out I'd been lying to him. Now Robin's walking away, and I'm standing at a crossroads. My inheritance, my position as CEO, the empire I've spent my entire life building on one side. And on the other, the man who sees me for who I really am, not the title or the last name or the expectations. Choosing him means losing everything I've worked for. My family's approval. The board's trust. The company itself. But losing Robin means losing the only part of myself I actually recognize anymore. The empire or the man I love? Am I brave enough to choose?

The day before our wedding, I received an expensive suit from my wife. Not long after, her young lover called me, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. My bad for mixing up your size. Please… please don't blame Sylvie." On the other end, I could hear Sylvie soothing him gently, patiently, until he calmed down. I stared at the plane ticket in my hand—a one-way trip out of the country—and calmly asked her for a divorce. Then, as if I no longer mattered, she left me with a single, cold sentence. "Just don't regret it."

Eight years married, and my wife? She asked for a divorce 99 times. I thought it was just her usual drama—testing me. Then I found out she'd been wiring half a million every year to some dude. Always with the same note: ILU. When she hit me with divorce number 100, I finally signed. I pulled my money out of her little passion project and ghosted—moved my company overseas, wiped my tracks clean. Now she's out there losing her mind, trying to find me.

I'm on my way to get married when a truck slams into my car from behind. After being unconscious for a long time, I hear the doctor telling my fiancee that I might lose my memory. I decide to have a little fun and open my eyes, pretending to be confused. "Who are you?" My fiancee goes completely still. I'm about to admit I'm only teasing her, but before I can, she grabs my best man's hand without a second thought. "I'm Janice Lloyd, your best friend's fiancee. You got into a car accident on your way to our wedding."

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

My younger brother had stage four kidney cancer. Our parents demanded that I donate a kidney to save him. I told them I only had one kidney left. The transplant would kill me. Instead of listening to me, they forcibly strapped me to the operating table. “It’s just one kidney! Stop being so selfish!” they yelled. They did not care that I was telling the truth. Years ago, I had given my other kidney to save my father after his car crash.