Wonwoo hates Mingyu. Mingyu hates Wonwoo. It was always that simple... until a dare bound them in a kiss that felt like fate whispering otherwise. And from that moment, nothing would ever be simple again. The lines between hate and something far more dangerous begin to blur. Rage-filled eyes now flicker with an unfamiliar warmth, and what was once rivalry spirals into something messy, confusing, and undeniably real. Because Jeon Wonwoo-the strict class president and bookish nerd-and Kim Mingyu-the reckless bad boy and golden football player-ended up falling in love with the very person they once vowed to hate.

Ten years after a young doctor, Yoon Jeonghan, saves a dying boy in a rainy alleyway, he finds himself the obsession of Seoul's most powerful underground King, Choi Seungcheol. When a rival clan marks Jeonghan as a target, Seungcheol shatters the doctor's "normal" life revealing that everyone Jeonghan trusts is actually a shadow in the King's service. From a high stakes hospital lockdown to a secret sanctuary in a mafia mansion, the story follows a journey of betrayal, absolute devotion, and the blurring lines between protection and possession. Ultimately, the King and his Angel build a legacy where love is the only law that matters.

Jeonghan sleeping with a woman he likes? Great. She says she's also sleeping with another man? Not so great. Jeonghan decides he's going to win. Sabotage the competition. Out-charm the rival. Claim the girl. Simple plan. Except... he didn't expect the other man to be that good-looking. Or He wanted to win the girl. He didn't expect to lose his mind over the competition.

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

🥀 Description: In the ruthless world of organized power, marriage isn't about love. It's about legacy. Control. Survival. To preserve the balance between the two most feared mafia dynasties, a bold move is made-six arranged marriages, tying blood to blood and heart to heart, whether the hearts want it or not. On one side, the Kwon Syndicate-a family carved from chaos: Soonyoung, Seungcheol, Minghao, Mingyu, Vernon, and Jisoo-brothers bound by blood, violence, and an iron grip on the underworld. On the other, the cold and calculating Lee Family: Jihoon, Jeonghan, Jun, Wonwoo, Seungkwan, and Seokmin-heirs trained to rule with precision, raised to protect their empire at any cost. And then there's Lee Chan-not a son of either house, but raised close to the Lees and already married to Vernon in a quiet power move that shocked both families. Now, a new pact is struck: six strategic marriages to ensure loyalty and unity between the empires. The alliances are clear: 🔥 SoonHoon - hot-headed enforcer × genius tactician 💥 MinWon - flirty risk-taker × stoic sniper ♟ JeongCheol - silver-tongued manipulator × commanding leader 🌙 JunHao - quiet poison × beautiful blade 💍 SeokSoo - gentle mask × brutal heart ❤️ VerChanKwan - Spy Master x Tactical Combat Special x Negotiator-in-Training But love was never part of the deal. As turf wars escalate and threats close in, these couples must navigate deadly politics, bitter pasts, and the rising tension of feelings that were never meant to grow. Because when loyalty is arranged and love is a liability... the heart becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. Mpreg

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥... 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴~ 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐨|𝐇𝐚𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 ‼️𝗰𝘄 : ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀɴɪᴩᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ, ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴩʀᴇɢ 'ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ'

Seungcheol should've never taken the bet. But when his parents told him that he 'cannot hold down a relationship with a man for six months' his pride answered before his brain did. He said he could. They said he couldn't. And just like that, a stupid family bet turned into a Christmas nightmare. Because his boyfriend dumped him last month. And instead of admitting he lost, Seungcheol just... kept pretending the relationship still existed. Right up until his parents announced they were coming over for the holidays to finally meet this mysterious six-month boyfriend. Enter the only person he trusts enough to ask for help: his House mate Jeonghan. Actor. Busy. Generally allergic to other people's problems. STRAIGHT. and absolutely not interested in getting dragged into a bet he didn't sign up for. Too bad he's the only one who can make this lie survive Christmas. "So... remember that bet my parents made? The one where they said I couldn't stay in a relationship with a guy for six months?" "If you're about to ask me for something, the answer is no." "I just need you to pretend-" "No." "You didn't even hear the rest-" "NO." Or The very overused plot of "christmas fake dating ( ft.Jeonghcheol )

Blackridge Prison isn't loud all the time. Most days, it breathes slow-steel walls sweating, men waiting. Choi Seungcheol is the guard captain. He knows the sounds of this place the way other people know their own pulse. He keeps things in line. Anything less, and Blackridge takes what it wants. Yoon Jeonghan arrives like fear hasn't figured him out yet. A new guard with calm eyes and a silence that makes people uneasy. He doesn't ask questions. He doesn't flinch. And that's what makes him dangerous. Seungcheol feels it immediately-something off, something wrong. You don't survive Blackridge by being careless. And Jeonghan is careful in all the ways that matter. This is before the riots. Before the floors are slick with blood. Before trust becomes the wrong choice. It starts at Blackridge Intake. With a look held too long. With secrets wearing a guard's uniform.

Jeonghan thought the hardest thing would be leaving, but it turns out, coming back was much worse. Model Jeonghan Surfer Seungcheol were ex lovers. small town romance. based on Midnight rain by taylor swift.

Yoon Jeonghan is "The Nation's Angel," a superstar whose golden voice and charming smile hide a soul weary of the spotlight's lonely glare. Choi Seungcheol is "The Wolf," a feared mafia boss who rules the underworld with an iron will, his heart as cold as the steel he carries. Their worlds collide when Jeonghan's company, drowning in secret debts, fails to pay the immense sum it owes to Seungcheol's syndicate. Seeing an opportunity, Seungcheol doesn't just demand money; he takes possession. His price is Yoon Jeonghan himself. Kidnapped from his green room and thrust into a gilded cage, Jeonghan responds the only way he knows how: with defiant fury. He insults his captor, challenges his authority, and vows not to give him a moment of peace. To Seungcheol, the singer is just an asset, a pawn. An infuriatingly beautiful, sharp-tongued pawn who refuses to be intimidated. But hatred is a cold bedfellow, and proximity breeds a dangerous understanding. Behind the barbs and the power plays, a twisted bond begins to form. Jeonghan sees cracks in the monster's armor-a hidden kindness for the forgotten, a soul as lonely as his own. Seungcheol finds himself drawn to the fire in Jeonghan's eyes, a flame that doesn't flicker even in the face of death.