𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

Felix works in a small bookstore café where the air is always warm, where conversations linger, and where people come to feel a little less alone. Minho works next door. He's quiet. Distant. Unreadable. The kind of person people stop trying with after the first cold glance. Felix doesn't. It starts small- a cup of coffee left untouched, a book recommendation slipped across a desk, a voice that fills the silence Minho has carefully built around himself. Minho never asks him to stay. But somehow... Felix always does. And slowly, in the space between turning pages and quiet nights, something begins to change. Because Minho isn't as untouchable as he seems. Because Felix sees too much. Because some people don't break your walls. They just sit beside them until you forget why you built them in the first place.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

In the ruthless Empire of Varelios, Emperor Hyunjin rules with cold precision, feared for his brutal decisions and absolute control. When he announces a royal selection to choose an Empress, candidates from powerful kingdoms arrive, each carrying ambition, duty, and hidden intentions. The court believes it is a competition of worth, strategy, and survival, where only one will rise and the rest will fall. But beneath the illusion of choice lies a darker truth-the outcome may already be decided. As the candidates navigate deadly political games, shifting alliances, and silent rivalries, emotions begin to complicate what was meant to be purely strategic. Some seek power, some seek survival, and some find themselves drawn toward the very Emperor they were meant to impress. Among them, feelings grow where they shouldn't, turning calculated moves into dangerous risks.

Seungmin and Minho have been dating for two years. They were deeply in love and nothing was going to change that. Then what happens when Minho finds out he's going to die in one month? Inspired by: The Pain I Wear- 2min (wattpad) Brighter Days- Minsung (ao3) Moon-Minsung (Wattpad)

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When a cursed human, Lee Minho, falls in love with the fallen angel Lee Felix, he has no memory of the past they once shared - nor of the sin that bound their fates together. Felix searches for Minho, wanting only to see whether the boy was ever allowed to live the life Heaven promised him. Instead, he falls in love.

Minho has spent his whole life obeying orders. His father-the most feared mafia boss in Seoul-trained him from the age of twelve for one purpose: kill Seo Changbin, the only man powerful enough to rival him. To do it, Minho must earn Changbin's trust. Work for him. Get close. Then strike. It's a clean plan. But what happens when Minho starts to question everything? When the ruthless man he's supposed to kill turns out to be loyal, lonely, and far more human than he was ever meant to be? And worse... What if Changbin has known all along? ❗️Reminder❗️ None of this is real and it's just fiction for fun. I do not own any of stray kids members and have no business in them but to Stan them.

[✦] "Minho odia la comida" Donde Changbin conoce casualmente a Minho en un supermercado y desde entonces lo único que desea es poder ayudarlo a reparar su relación con la comida. O donde Changbin, un oficinista encargado del área creativa de una empresa dedicada a la producción de alimentos, se enamora de Minho: un simple camarógrafo en un canal de noticias que constantemente lo rechaza. Donde Changbin está obsesionado con el control y Minho necesita que lo controlen. ¿Salvación o perdición...? Minho no lo entiende, pero Changbin no está haciendo algo malo. ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ binknow + ¿? ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ depresión, ansiedad, tca y mucho drama que a veces intenta disfrazarse de humor ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ contenido sensible pero no llega a ser demasiado explícito (según yo, pero mi mente ya está muy trastornada xd) ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ menciones a maltrato infantil, traumas, secuestros, asesinatos, canibalismo y abuso sexual ⚠︎¡! muerte de personajes [✨] la mayoría de imágenes que aparecen en multimedia son parte de una serie de ilustraciones del artista japones @avogado6_jp (en Instagram) te recomiendo seguirlo porque es muy bueno <3

Minho's excited for his third year in university, now that Jeongin's finally graduated high school and their whole friend group can finally be in one place again. Except - Except he's falling into old habits these days, seeing snatches of blonde and counting eight heads in their group pictures when there should be seven. He's usually pretty good at managing these little episodes of his, but for the life of him, he just can't shake away the ghost living in his head. He's pretty sure he's going crazy. And then he finds a weird, haunted compass in his dresser. Thing's only get weirder from there. He just wants his friend back.