DEDICATION To the girls who treat their "Work References" folder like a high-stakes heist, and to the mothers who worked the double shifts so we could build the sky. And to the boys who don't know they are being analyzed in 4K: Sorry, but the data is just too good. _________________________________________________________ ℙℝ𝕆𝕃𝕆𝕌𝔾𝔼 "𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴," a voice breathes against her ear, the heat of his breath ghosting over her skin. "𝘉𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳," another adds, his shadow looming large across her mahogany desk. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦?" The third man's gaze darkens, tracking the pulse jumping in her neck. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴." The fourth voice is a low, rough vow. "𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴." The fifth glares, his intensity enough to melt the very tech she created. "𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘩." The sixth smirks, his eyes scanning her with a hunger that isn't business-related. A hand tilts her chin up, the touch firm and undeniable, forcing her to meet an intense, unyielding gaze from the seventh. "𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵?" he whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. ___________________________________________________________ ˜"*°• She saved them from the world. Now, she's the only thing they want to ruin.•°*"˜ ___________________________________________________________________

Aera is arranged to marry Niki nishimura for the sake of her safety. He was the man she dreamt of but, she was nothing to him but a forced marriage. Just as she thought things got better between them, her life turns upside down Mafia AU Love triangle Contains mature content: violence,sexual assault, rape, mature themes (smuts) ,suicide Read for extended summer......

💋 FUXXIN' LOVE 💋 They're rivals. They're enemies. They're supposed to hate each other. Two names rule everything - Nakamura and Nishimura. Their luxury hotels, beauty empires, and endless pride have been rivals for decades. And caught in the middle of that war? The heirs themselves. At school, they act like enemies. In public, they ignore each other. To their families, they're oil and water. But behind closed doors? They can't stop touching. They can't stop fighting. And they definitely can't stop fucking. They tell themselves it's just sex. Just release. Just a way to burn the tension between two families who'd never approve. But when lust feels like obsession, and every fight ends with their bodies colliding, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: ❝The more we hate, the harder we fuck.❞ - Riki ❝Make me wanna hate you more.❞ - Ai ------- ❝I can't even get hard for other girl and it's annoying!.❞ - Riki ❝I like it that way.❞ - Ai

You're grumpy but I love you ❤️

Limerence they said... Nishimura Riki was never supposed to feel this way. At twenty-five, he is already bound by duty-married young, a father, and heir to a corporate empire. His life is mapped out by expectations he never chose. But Ai Lee was the one thing he never planned for, and the one thing he cannot let go. But Ai... She planned it all... This is not lust This is not love No it worst. This is limerence... an ache that will not leave, a hunger that cannot be sated, and a story where every choice leaves someone broken.

She found a stray cat outside her mansion... and named him Snowflake-sama. Fluffy, white, and impossibly cute, he acted like any other cat-aloof, picky, and full of sass. But Snowflake-sama isn't just a cat. He's handsome. He's jealous. He's possessive. And when the night comes... he's entirely human. She's the mama he won't share. He's the cat she can't resist. 🐾 Can Ai handle life with a cat who's way too hot for his own good?

[UPCOMING] 焦痕 || 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓. Riki is an idol now. Stage lights. Cameras. Fame. Millions of eyes. A clean image built over a past that was never really clean. You're still there - in the shadows of it all. In the parts of him the world will never see. In the silence between performances. In the nights no one knows about. But the underground never disappears. It only changes its face. And love doesn't get safer just because it gets quieter. Grief still lingers. Guilt still rots. Secrets multiply. Fame isolates. Obsession deepens. This isn't the healing after the burn. This is what comes after the scar. The 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝. The part where the fire never really goes out. A continuation of the damage 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 done. And if you think the chaos ended there, you clearly don't understand how the underground works. Because the ride isn't over. You're just getting into a different kind of race this time. 🏁

She was supposed to hate dancing with him. But now, every move feels like a question. Every glance, like a maybe.