Bang Chan never asked to be the newest guard of the Sacred Relics of the Shifter Council, but he takes the role as seriously as any wolf shifter would. Duty. Honor. Control. Too bad none of those things seem to matter to Hwang Hyunjin. A ferret shifter with quick fingers and a quicker tongue, Hwang Hyunjin has a reputation for slipping past wards, stealing what catches his eye, and leaving nothing but chaos (and maybe a laugh) in his wake. Chan swears he'll catch him-once and for all. But when the infamous thief ends up injured and crashing at Chan's home, the wolf finds himself saddled with more trouble than he bargained for: A bratty ferret who steals his food (and his boxers). A mischievous thief who curls up on his chest at night. A bond neither of them expected under the full moon. The wolf was supposed to guard. The ferret was supposed to run. But love doesn't follow rules-and sometimes, the greatest treasures can't be stolen.

Love tastes sweetest when it's laced with blood. In the shadows where obsession and desire intertwine, two men collide in a dangerous dance of passion, secrets, and hunger. Their romance is raw, messy, and intoxicating-blurring the line between devotion and destruction. Every touch is a promise, every kiss a threat. Some loves burn bright. Theirs bleeds red.

Hyunjin and Chan have hated each other since freshman year. The dramatic theater major and the uptight student council president-sworn enemies, locked in a battle of eye-rolls and savage comebacks. But when a married couple scholarship is accidentally awarded to them both, they're forced into a year-long act of blissful matrimony. Now they share an apartment, attend fake dates, and try not to kill each other... or fall in love. Petty fights turn to stolen glances. Arguments become something softer. And suddenly, the line between pretending and reality starts to blur. Enemies. Roommates. Husbands...? Just one problem: They were never supposed to mean it. Do not copy my story or ideas.

"We were married on paper, enemies in real life, and strangers in bed. Until I came home to find him burning up, shirtless, in our bed - and a Google search suggested sex as a fever cure." Hyunjin and Chan have been trapped in a loveless marriage for seven long months - filled with snide remarks, eye rolls, and a shared hatred that could burn down their apartment. The plan? Survive a year, get divorced, and never look back. But when a fever blurs the lines between hate and heat, one impulsive night sets off a chain reaction of desire, obsession, and dangerously tender moments. Now, the man Hyunjin swore to never touch is suddenly his favorite canvas - and maybe his home. Messy. Married. Painted in passion. A Hyunchan enemies-to-lovers slow burn with emotional angst, filthy tension, and one too many tubes of acrylic paint.