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'

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.

Chaos and destruction. Two things Lee Seokmin despised more than anything. He thrived on control, on order, on things falling exactly into place. But everything unraveled the moment he laid eyes on him-his new husband. The brother of the man who was supposed to marry him. Joshua. "I know you hate pineapple, so I made sure to eat a lot. Imagine if we kissed right now... You might die," Joshua's voice was sweet, but the mischief in his eyes was undeniable as he leaned closer, his smirk dangerous. Seokmin's jaw tightened. No one could hear them, not their bickering, not their hate, and most importantly, not the way Seokmin's dead heart seemed to stir back to life. He hated chaos, but Joshua was chaos. And now, he was stuck with him. How was he supposed to navigate a life of perfect control with a husband who thrived on disorder? Would they ruin each other? Or was falling together inevitable?

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Book #1 English is not my first language!