Being a father at such a young age was never something he had hoped for, nor something he feels able to do. It's complicated, and suddenly, his entire life changed, and maybe for the worst. What changed the most, was his relationships, who only got weirder and emptier. Until he met him. Who was weird enough. Not mpreg ! TWs Harsh langage Smut Sexual problems fanart creds: feelfeli'23

"Do you dance?" His jet black hair, slicked back revealing his forehead with the slight drops of sweat lingering there made Jisung loose his sense. "I-I.." He stuttered. "I've never been taught.. Your style.." He looked down blushing. Taking a grip of his waist, Minho grinned "Let me show you baby" +. - +. - +.-+.- The summer of 1963 and in which Jisung goes on his annual family vacation only to find himself caught up in the good for nothing gang. But oh how bad he loved dancing with him.

The scars around Minho's wrist? They're just from fighting. Or at least that's what everyone assumes. Jisung, on the other hand, has a feeling there's a darker backstory to it than what everyone says and he's determined to find out. In which Minho is known to be the cold hearted gang member, but that all changes when he has to sit next to Jisung in class. - *the scars are NOT from self harm* DO NOT SKIP THE INTRO CHAPTER. Read it, it has the TWs and other important info needed.

It all starts with the end. Han Jisung (a clumsy chemistry student with a painful past) crosses paths with Lee Minho, better known as Venom (the new leader of the notorious Vipers) when two kilograms of Venom's cocaine are mistakenly delivered to Jisung's doorstep, then lost by Jisung himself, under circumstances the idiot cannot remember. Minho accuses him of theft, giving Jisung a fourteen day deadline to either find and give back the cocaine, pay an impossible debt, or take the mysterious third option which, Jisung assumes, has to mean death. In his desperate quest for a way out, Jisung stumbles through a waking nightmare: unexpected connections between Minho and people he thought he could trust, mysterious news articles, abandoned mansions, crime scenes, black-tie parties, chaebol gossip, mafia families, escaping gunfire on the back of Minho's motorcycle. But every single path only leads him back to the night he lost the drugs, and to unanswerable questions: What the hell happened to the two bricks of cocaine? Why can't he remember losing them? What is Minho hiding? And what does the bastard truly want from Jisung? MAFIA AU 16+ (tws in the introduction) COVER MADE BY THE TALENTED ICHINISAMFOLIO ON DISCORD

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.