This Christmas my husband is going with an uncontroversial gift for his best friend Me. It's only supported to be one night... But one night becomes two, becomes our entire vacation. There are no rules expect the ones we name , and sharing me brings both byung-hun and Jung-jae closer than any of us could have imagined. This year what happens in our bedroom will put all three of us on Santa's Naughty List.

Adriana's quiet life is shattered when she's pulled into the dangerous world of Byung-Hun, a 42-year-old mafia boss with a cold heart and an obsessive need to control. At just 18, she's defiant and bold, testing his limits at every turn. Their age gap only fuels the tension between them. In one charged moment, she sits across from him, her legs boldly resting on his lap, daring him to lose control. His hand slides up her thigh before stopping. "You love teasing, don't you? But not today," he growls, leaving her unfinished. He's ruthless, dominant, and dangerously possessive. She's his weakness, his obsession, and maybe even his downfall. Can she survive his world, or will she lose herself to the man who could destroy her? For fans of dark, steamy, and age-gap romance. 18+ only

"𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫." Elysia never belonged in a mental hospital. She wasn't insane. She wasn't dangerous. But the world had already decided her fate. Murderer. That's what they called her. That's why they locked her away. Dr. Lee was a man of control. A respected psychologist. A man with power hidden behind a calm, collected smile. His job was to fix broken minds. But when Elysia walked into his therapy room, something shifted. Something dark. Something obsessive. She became his favorite patient. His secret obsession. And she had no idea. Behind every kind word was possession. Behind every gentle touch was a warning. And behind every locked door was a man who had already decided-Elysia was his. Even if he had to break her first.

Adelaide used to believe that monsters only existed in books. She spent years crafting them-twisting ink into shadows, breathing life into the kind of men who made hearts race for all the wrong reasons. ,,Tempting Rose "had been her masterpiece, a story drenched in obsession, power, and the intoxicating thrill of danger. But that was fiction. This? This was real. The rose was the first sign. A single bloom, blood-red and fresh, left outside her apartment door. No note. No explanation. She had stared at it for too long, unease settling deep in her bones. It was probably nothing. A harmless gesture. A mistake. The second time, it was inside. On her nightstand. A place only she should have been able to reach. Now, as she stood frozen in her dimly lit apartment, her breath hitched. The air felt heavier, suffocating. She wasn't alone-she could feel it. The weight of unseen eyes pressing against her skin. She swallowed hard. "You wrote this story, Adelaide." The words slithered through her mind like a whisper from the dark. "I'm just playing my role." She had spent years writing about obsession. Now, she was living it. And she didn't know if she'd survive the ending. ❗️❗️🔞