The Altar's Runaway He was promised to a god. He ran into a devil instead. Hong Joshua was born to kneel--raised in the glittering chokehold of power, promised since childhood to Choi Seungcheol, heir to the empire that owns half the nation and all of its shadows. Theirs was a union written in contracts and sealed in blood, a marriage meant to merge kingdoms and bury him alive in silk. But the night before the vows, Joshua runs. Barefoot, breathless, a saint turned sinner beneath the moonlight. He trades his surname for a sin, his destiny for a dirt road, and crashes straight into the man who shouldn't exist--Lee Seokmin. A biker with a past that smells like gasoline and gunfire. A man who helps people disappear for a price and keeps his heart locked behind the roar of an engine. Joshua offers him money. Seokmin offers him a way out. But somewhere between forged passports and stolen motel rooms, the lines blur--between safety and obsession, between hunger and ruin. Because Seokmin doesn't want to save him. He wants to keep him. And maybe Joshua doesn't want to be saved at all.

Falling for him was as dangerous as the races he ruled. "Wonwoo hummed thoughtfully. 'You're quite young. Be cautious around men from Seoul. They have a way of deceiving,' he cautioned, his gaze lingering on her for a moment as the car came to a stop at a red light. 'And what about you?' she asked bluntly, regretting her words almost immediately after they left her lips. Wonwoo glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a light chuckle escaped his lips. The sound was low and melodic, mixing with the soft hum of the engine. He licked his lips, a subtle gesture that drew Yuna's attention. 'Me?' he repeated, his voice smooth. 'I don't mess with good girls,' he replied casually, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to the road ahead." His life was a race, and she was just another prize to claim.

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.

✨ The Omega Between Two Kings ✨ Genre: Omegaverse • Fantasy Kingdom AU • Romance • Drama Main Pair: Jihancheol (Jeonghan × Joshua × Seungcheol) In a kingdom ruled by two rival alphas, harmony has always been fragile. On one side stands Jeonghan, the White King-beautiful, cunning, and dangerously unpredictable. On the other stands Seungcheol, the Black King-powerful, disciplined, and fiercely loyal to his people. The kingdom survives only because the two Kings, despite their rivalry, share a fragile balance of power. But everything changes the moment Joshua, a gentle but mysterious omega with a rare, ancient scent, awakens from years of suppression. Both Kings sense him. Both Kings want him. And neither is willing to back down. Joshua becomes the center of an emotional storm-caught between Jeonghan's seductive intelligence and Seungcheol's protective strength. Yet the truth hidden within Joshua's bloodline is far greater than any bond: he is the omega destined to unite or destroy the two Kings. As tensions rise and alliances crack, friend groups take sides. Seungkwan and The8 desperately try to protect Joshua. Hoshi and Seokmin support Jeonghan's sudden obsession. Mingyu, Woozi, Wonwoo, Jun, Dino, and Vernon stand by Seungcheol as the rivalry turns dangerous. But when Joshua's scent flares during the Moon Pulse, an ancient prophecy is revealed: "When the omega of dual light awakens, two kings will either bleed the world... or bind it." To save the kingdom, Joshua must navigate desire, power, betrayal, and a destiny that binds him to both alphas. Two kings. One omega. A bond powerful enough to tear the kingdom apart... or bring it together.

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.

"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.

The Court of Midnight Thorns Yoon Jeonghan was born into an empire built on generational cruelty and silk-lined corruption. The Yoon Conglomerate doesn't raise children. It breeds heirs, sharpens them, and sacrifices them when convenient. And Jeonghan? Jeonghan refuses to be sacrificed. So when his family tries to chain him into a corporate marriage alliance, he retaliates in the only language they understand. He becomes a scandal they can't control. And for that, he picks the worst possible partner. The one man the Yoons can't buy, silence, or leash. Choi Seungcheol. The bodyguard with the iron spine. The ex-special forces ghost the company hired to babysit their heir. A man who follows rules because he respects structure-not the people who think they own it. Jeonghan proposes a fake relationship to sabotage the marriage market and humiliate the board. Seungcheol accepts, not out of loyalty, but because he's tired of watching the Yoons grind Jeonghan into a polished puppet. Suddenly, Jeonghan's "pretend boyfriend" becomes his only shield against blackmail, hostile mergers, staged scandals, and a rival conglomerate that wants the Yoon throne-and Jeonghan-destroyed. But protection turns possessive. Lies turn intimate. And Seungcheol is starting to treat Jeonghan like a territory he intends to defend. What was meant to annoy the empire becomes a war against it. Because Seungcheol wasn't hired to love Jeonghan. But he will happily dismantle an empire for the privilege of touching him. And Jeonghan, who wanted to inconvenience his family, never expected the most dangerous inconvenience of all-- wanting the one man who could burn their whole world down.

When gamer Choi Seungcheol moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about its history. Sure, it used to belong to Yoon Jeonghan, the cold, beautiful, heartless, famous artist who had "tragically died" in a car crash a month ago. The news had been everywhere, and Seungcheol remembered thinking, damn, even his funeral looked expensive. Until one rainy night at 3 a.m., someone started knocking. Seungcheol, half-asleep and armed with the nearest frying pan, opened the door and froze. Standing there was Jeonghan himself. "AAHHHHHHH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I SAW YOUR FUNERAL ON TV!" Seungcheol screamed. Jeonghan crossed his arms. "Do I look dead to you?" Well... he did look pale and a little ghostly, though Seungcheol would admit, only in the "too pretty to be real" way. And the more he stared, the more Seungcheol realized the terrifying truth: Jeonghan might actually be a ghost.

*Book - 1 Choi Seungcheol, a feared mafia boss, had everything-except Yoon Jeonghan, the gentle florist who unknowingly became his obsession. From the moment Seungcheol saw him, he was consumed by a dark desire to possess him at any cost. Jeonghan, living peacefully, is unaware that his world is about to collide with Seungcheol's dangerous life, triggering a storm that will shake everyone around them. Their union is inevitable, but will it tear them apart-or become their twisted salvation? "You belong to me, Jeonghan. No one else will ever come close." "Maybe I can't escape you, Seungcheol, but I won't let you cage my heart."