Sugar & Sweat Book One - The Beginning of Us (Boxer x Pâtissier) Joong Archen is built from violence and survival. The crowd calls him The Black Reaper-a fighter who wins with blood on his knuckles and silence in his eyes. He doesn't drink. He doesn't party. He doesn't let anyone close. Dunk Natachai is the opposite: warm hands, soft heart, a pastry shop that tastes like heaven and feels like safety. He believes in big love the way some people believe in religion-quietly, stubbornly, painfully. When a stupid bet pushes Joong into Dunk's orbit, it should be simple. Thirty days. A game. A distraction. But the moment Joong steps into Dunk's shop, something cracks. Dunk smells like vanilla and home. Like a memory Joong buried when he was eight. And Dunk-without knowing why-starts to feel it too. A childhood promise. A blue flower ring. A boy in a treehouse who once whispered: You're my yellow. Now they're adults, and the world is sharper. Joong's grief is a loaded weapon. Dunk's softness is a target. And the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes-because Joong's darkness is real... ...and Dunk might be the only thing that can pull him back. If the truth doesn't destroy them first.

Un homme au profil psychopathe. Un autre au profil sociopathe. Deux hommes sans limites. Ils ne cherchent pas l'amour. Ils cherchent à se posséder. À se fissurer. À découvrir jusqu'où l'autre peut encaisser. Quand aucun des deux ne sait perdre, ne devrait-il pas n'y avoir qu'un seul vainqueur ?

Four boys. One endless loop of unspoken love, bruised egos, and aching truths. Joong loves Dunk. Dunk loves Pond. Pond loves Phuwin. Phuwin loves Joong. And not one of them knows how to stop burning.

Ethan est un jeune trentenaire, bien sous tout rapports, patron d'une petite équipe dans une boîte reconnue. De l'extérieur, on pourrait croire que tout lui sourit, mais c'était sans compter sur un secret qu'il cache depuis son adolescence. Car Ethan est un fétichiste des culottes. Qu'elles soient en dentelle, en coton, de forme tanga ou string, il les collectionne, les porte et détient même un compte Instagram où il partage sa passion des dessous sexy avec des followers. Tout lui souriait donc, jusqu'au jour où quelqu'un découvrit son secret.

Jungkook ne savait pas que ce jour-là, sa vie basculerait. Une banale enquête l'avait mené au cœur d'un réseau criminel, et dans l'ombre de ces malfrats, il avait rencontré celui qui changerait tout : Kim Taehyung. Froid et impénétrable, il dégageait une aura à la fois menaçante et fascinante. Ce n'était pas de la peur qu'a ressenti le journaliste ce soir-là, mais une étrange attraction. Pourtant, il le savait, derrière cette fascination naissait un secret bien trop lourd à porter. Ce secret finirait par les séparer avant même que leur histoire ne puisse vraiment commencer. "Ce que Jungkook ignorait, c'est qu'il allait se retrouver dans la même cellule que Taehyung, quelques mois après l'y avoir envoyé." _______ _____ ___ Vkook Yoonmin Namjin

Dunk, a quiet and capable omega teacher, is used to navigating a world where alphas are rare in education-and usually don't stick around for long. But everything shifts after the Christmas break when two new alpha teachers, Joong and Pond, join the staff. As tensions rise and boundaries blur, Dunk finds himself caught between instinct, expectation, and something far more complicated. Can the newcomers find their place in an omega-led environment? And will Dunk open the door to connection-or keep it firmly closed?

**Threaded** *A JoongDunk BL Supernatural Romance* "To love someone past death is to become the thing that keeps them from it." Dunk thought moving to the secluded glass villa with his distant partner, Joong, would be a fresh start. But memories he doesn't remember are waking up. Touches that shouldn't linger do. And at night, he hears a voice calling his name-softly, like a lover... or a ghost. Jiwoon was someone Dunk once loved. Or maybe still does. Now the past and present blur, and Dunk finds himself caught between two men: The one who walks beside him. And the one who never left his body. When the ritual begins, Dunk must choose who stays-and who fades. But some choices don't separate love. They **thread it.** ---

Joong used to have a girlfriend. Dunk used to have a best friend. Now, neither of them have what they once did. After a messy breakup, Joong is surrounded by friends trying to cheer him up-but there's only one person who can make him smile like he used to: Dunk, the best friend he pushed away without a word. When Dunk shows up, there's tension, there's silence... and then, there's understanding. They may have drifted, but the bond never really broke. Then Joong proposes something insane: Let my ex think I've moved on-with you. Let her regret leaving. It's a wild plan, but Dunk agrees. Not because he wants to help Joong win his ex back-but because Dunk's been hiding burning desires he's never had the space to explore. And this might be the one chance to finally understand them-with someone he trusts. Even after getting back what both of them wanted,fate finds their way back to each other,tangled in confusion and desire. It was supposed to be a trade. A way to get back what they lost. But somewhere between blurred lines and late-night confessions,sweaty bodies tangled together, the question isn't who they want to fool- It's what they're starting to feel. Love, lust, and loyalty-this isn't just a fake plan. It's something real they never saw coming.

Dunk's life didn't fall apart all at once. It rotted. The day his father remarried a woman young enough to be his sister, Dunk learned how quietly a home could become a grave. She erased his mother with a smile. Sold her things. Mocked her death. Drained his father's accounts, his spine, his will. And treated Dunk like something in the way - something disposable. When there was nothing left to steal, she vanished. Cold. Untouched. Unpunished. Dunk learns the world doesn't punish monsters. It rewards them. Until he finds her again. Beautiful. Untarnished. On the arm of Joong Archen - thirty-two, obscenely rich, untouchably powerful. A man dangerous enough to ruin lives without ever dirtying his hands. A man she plans to consume next. So Dunk doesn't chase her. He aims higher. He decides to destroy her the only way that will matter. He will make Joong choose him. Desire him. Protect him. Believe in him. Ruiner her by loving the wrong person. He will turn his beauty into a weapon. His youth into bait. His grief into leverage. His rage into strategy. Because a twenty-two-year-old with nothing left to lose is the most lethal thing alive. What Dunk doesn't plan for is Joong Archen becoming obsessed. Not infatuated. Not charmed. Obsessed in a way that is dark and absolute and violent. Joong doesn't fall in love. He consumes. He cages. He shields with blood and teeth and devotion. He worships Dunk like something holy - and something owned. And when Dunk realizes he didn't just seduce a powerful man but awakened something twisted, possessive, and irreversible- it's already far too late. Because Dunk wanted revenge. He never meant to break a man who doesn't know how to lose. And Joong Archen is not the kind of man you wound and survive.

Werewolf stories are just that... stories, right? Clans don't exist, do they? Shapeshifters neither... or do they? Dunk's grandfather was certain, they weren't just stories, they were his story. The poor old man was losing his mind, maybe... but Dunk needed to be close to that story. And that's what led him to Valdebruma.