In a world where love seemed like a distant dream, there were two souls destined to collide in the most unexpected of ways. A man named Taehyung, grew up in a household devoid of affection, his adopted family seeing him merely as a means to financial gain. From a young age, he learned to believe that he was unworthy of love. On the other side of the spectrum was Jungkook, a young man who had known nothing but love and adoration from his parents. Treated like a prince, he was showered with affection at every turn. Two hearts-one starved of love, the other overflowing with it-are bound together when fate intertwines their lives through an arranged marriage. Can Jungkook's light heal Taehyung's darkness, or will the scars of the past keep their hearts divided? Top tae Bottom Kook 🐯💜🐰 Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. This story is totally from my imagination. Do not copy my story.

"W-what ar-..." But before than I could finish my sentence he came closer to me and smashed his lips onto mine. I tryed to push him away but he was more stronger then me. I didn't kissed him back what made him angry. He pulled away and looked at me. "Kiss me back." He said. "No!!" I said as tears started forming in my eyes. "You are making me mad baby. Kiss your daddy back hmm." He said and was about to kiss me again when I spoke. "You are still same, you didn't changed even a bit. You are still that cruel monster." I said as I was looking at him.

"You belong to me, Jungkook. Every breath, every thought, every scream... it all belongs to me." Jungkook was exhausted, his body trembling as he cried silently in the rooftop's corner. Taehyung watched him secretly. Those tears-those broken eyes-they should belong to him, he thought. Taehyung waited, until Jungkook came himself to him, and when he did. Taehyung smiled coldly. Jungkook was his now-his to break, his to cherish. And no one else would ever be allowed to see him like this again. The fun had begun. In a tale of possession and control, the line between love and obsession blurs until there is no escape... only surrender! ───────────────────────

Brutal mafia who fell in love with a famous actor.....

⚠️warning⚠️ this story involves BDSM, stalk home syndrome, DDLB, abuse, blood, rape, yelling/shouting, suicidal thoughts, depression, self harm, stutter, tics, etc. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these, this will be the only warning

When a Mafia helps a boy in paying his university fees and by giving him shelter. And no one knows when his care turned into an obsession.....

"You were always mine. You just didn't know it yet." For years, He watched. Controlled. Owned. Every step his Rose took, every breath he drew-He made sure, his Rose was safe and protected. He pulled strings in the shadows, eliminating threats, shaping his Rose's world without him ever knowing. His Rose grew up safe. Happy. Unaware. But he wasn't just protecting him, He was waiting. Now, on his Rose's eighteenth birthday, the leash snaps. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. This is not a love story-it's an obsession. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, his Rose will learn the terrifying truth: He was never free. "I paved your entire life, little one. Did you really think you ever had a choice?" - Lucian Moretti.

What will you do when life grants you a second chance-but the nightmare repeats itself? The same obsession, the same trap. Except this time you can't escape. You can't even die. Because your life no longer belongs to you. It's in the hands of the very monster you've been running from. The one whose arms you keep falling into no matter how much it destroys you.

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.