Jeonghan, a rare omega in a world where dominance rules and submission is expected, has spent his life hiding behind cold eyes and a sharp tongue. But everything changes the night he wanders into an illegal Mafia club, chasing a forbidden thrill. In the dark haze of sweat and pheromones, he meets Seongcheol-a battle-hardened alpha with a brutal reputation and a gaze that sees too much. . . But in a world where an unmated omega is considered property, falling in love with a lawless alpha could be the most dangerous sin of all. Seongcheol must decide: will he fight the bond forming between them, or embrace the heat that threatens to consume them both?

"In your quest to lay claim upon me, my body, my land, and my people, heed this, Seungcheol: my heart shall forever remain an unconquered fortress," Jeonghan declared, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Seungcheol. "Time shall reveal the truth of your words," Seungcheol retorted, his voice dripping with confidence as he firmly pressed Jeonghan onto the ornate bed, his actions a testament to his determination. With a resounding click, the door was sealed shut, amplifying the echoing protests that reverberated down the grand hallways, a mere backdrop to Seungcheol's smirk as he strode away. --- Emperor Choi Seungcheol of Sel, with ambitions as vast as the horizon, set his sights upon the expansion of his realm, yearning to conquer new territories and peoples. When presented with an opportunity to further his dominion by subjugating the Yoon Empire, Seungcheol seized it without hesitation. Among the spoils of his conquest, the heirs of the Yoon family were offered, and without hesitation, Seungcheol selected Jeonghan. #2 in Jeongcheol #1 in Seoksoo

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

"Hello. I'm Seungcheol Choi... Chaerin's boyfriend." The chopsticks slipped from Jeonghan's fingers, clattering against the plate. The chair next to him scraped the floor, and suddenly a warm body settled into it. His fist clenched against his thigh as he chewed on tteokbokki a little too fast, trying not to look. He had expected a lot when he came home for summer: The dog giving birth again. The backyard swing finally fixed. Long, slow afternoons that smelled of sun and dust. But not this. Not his sister introducing her boyfriend to their parents like it was normal. Not the way Seungcheol's smile lingered a little too long, deliberate and dangerous. He swallowed. Summer was supposed to be simple. Somehow, this wasn't.

"I never liked you." Jihoon rolled his eyes with his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ "Mhmm, I know, you've loved me from the start." Soonyoung towered over him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 to save their companies and reputations, Soonyoung and Jihoon get married. Ⓒ︎𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳 - 11•01•2025 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙳 - 10•03•2025

One creates music that speaks for hearts too afraid to. The other dances like every beat was made for him. When their worlds collide, a friendship forms - unpredictable, raw, and far too real. But between melodies and unspoken words, some feelings are harder to hide. "Memories of You" - where dreams meet emotions, and friendship learns the sound of love.

[ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗰 / 𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗮𝘂 ] Just some boys from Pledis University starting their friendship from a random chatroom. They never knew that it would change their lives. The chatroom was the start of their friendship, of blooming relationships, a journey of love, family and friendship. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀: ongoing 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 2024.12.10 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱: ???

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