Immortality didn't save them-it only made the heartbreak last longer. After centuries apart, Hyunjin, Minho, and Chan reunite on Christmas Eve, drawn together by blood, magic, and unfinished vows. What follows is not a reunion of regret, but of longing, warmth, and a love that refuses to stay in the past. come find with me.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" The tall blond man scrutinized the shorter brunet before him. The brunet smirked. "Am I succeeding, my lord?" Minho is a ballet dancer at the Royal Opera House in London, a protégé of Lord Christopher Bahng, Earl of Huntingdon. He is an ambitious handsome young man who seduces anyone he sets his eyes on. Hyunjin Hwang is a Colonel in her Majesty's Army, a widower who had retired from the social life of the Court after the untimely death of his young wife and now the new Duke of Stratford after his father's recent passing. Their worlds will collide and Fate will have her way. This is what happens when I re-watch Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility in the Bridgerton Era we currently are. Does this work of fiction has anything to do with either of these? Probably not. Except thre are Lords and Ladies and frilles. Smut, deception, intrigue, mild language. As always, this is a work of fiction that has absolutely nothing to do with actual people, their lives or their preferences. Stray Kids members serve as visual references only. Keep that in mind! Reader Discretion Is Advised!

Jisung wants to take his best friend Hyunjin to a host club called Eternal Night for one night, which Hyunjin is not really happy about. Jisung promises to pay him everything, but he doesn't want to go alone and finally convinces his friend. If Hyunjin had known in advance that his life would be turned upside down after that night, he wouldn't have gone into this... Warnings: 16+/18+ scenes, strong language, jealousy, maybe a little bit toxic relationships

An off-duty idol in a crowd that doesn't quite let him disappear, a city buzzing with noise and lights, and one quiet decision to slip away when the night refuses to end. Somewhere between a concert encore and a hotel elevator that takes far too long, Minho stumbles into an intimacy that feels dangerously real. It's not about names. Not about faces the world recognizes. It's about discovering the parts of someone that never make it onstage - the soft complaints, the unexpected tantrums, the gentleness hidden behind confidence, and the kind of trust that changes the shape of a night.

A grey rainy day, a handsome stranger walks into a small quaint floral shop. The owner, a young man, romantic and sweet, offers him a hot cup of tea and shelter. Romance blossoms between them... A modern fairytale of tender moments, aching goodbyes, and the miracle of a second chance, Romance, light smut, heartache. This is a work of fiction. Stray Kids members serve as visual references. Reader Discretion is Advised!

Where Hyunjin meets someone who reminds him of his late fiancé. Deception, smut, mild language. This is a product of my imagination and has nothing to do with actual people, their lives or their preferences. Reader discretion is advised.

Jeongin was half asleep when a low chatter nudged him into consciousness. He turned on the small lamp on his nightstand. The voices stopped abruptly. "Oh, he woke up!" "No sh*t!" "Can he see us?" "What do you think?!" Smut, language. Remember people, Stray Kids members serve as visual references only! Reader Discretion Is Advised!

*still, film still : (sometimes called a publicity still or a production still) is a photograph, taken on or off the set of a movie or television program during production. These photographs are also taken in formal studio settings and venues of opportunity such as film stars' homes, film debut events, and commercial settings. Two people, two ex-lovers meet by chance in a crowed, snowed in airport. This is a work of fiction. It has nothing to do whatsoever with actual people, their lives or their preferences. Please remember that Stray Kids members serve as visual references and nothing more. Reader Discretion Is Advised!

Hyunjin, after years of loneliness, fear and angst, decides to do something to finally overcome his hell. Thanks to his newfound passion, he meets a certain someone, someone who eventually will be able to make Hyunjin find everything he lost, to face his anxieties and take back his life. Minho is a control freak. He doesn't know empathy, he doesn't know affection, he doesn't know love. He only knows what doesn't make him look weak. The top, the dominator par excellence. But are those feelings really weaknesses? The control he craves so much has many shades, and Hyunjin is going to show him all of them. This is a Hyunho story in which two broken souls collide, each with their own scars, and after a rather stormy start, will be able to heal each other. --------------------------------------- PLEASE MIND THE TAGS. Started: 19th of February 2024 Ended: -

In a world where money talks louder than anything else, two rivals are forced into a marriage they never wanted. They've been rivals for as long as they can remember, their families always trying to outdo each other. But when their parents see a chance to become the richest in the country by joining forces through marriage, they have no choice but to go along with it. They're determined to keep their dominance, even if it means being stuck with each other , as they clash and compete, they realize there might be more to their relationship than just animosity. Despite their pride getting in the way, they can't deny the growing attraction and respect between them. Will they let their rivalry tear them apart, or will they find a way to turn enemies to lovers? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- He drew closer, his breath warm against my skin. "We can't deny it anymore, Hwang," he whispered, his words hanging in the air like an unspoken truth. "We're stuck together now, whether we like it or not." I locked eyes with him, fingers tightening around his throat in a mixture of anger and desire. "What are you doing to me, Bahng?" I choked out, the words a tumultuous mix of hatred and longing. "I'm supposed to hate you. I hate you so much that sometimes I can't even think straight." He inched even nearer, pulling me into his embrace with a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't hate you, Hwang," he murmured, his voice low and husky with emotion. "Not anymore." And in that moment, I couldn't resist any longer. I kissed him fiercely, as if he held some hypnotic power over me. He didn't recoil; instead, his grip on me tightened, his hands exploring with a hunger that matched my own.