"𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍... 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉." 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗲𝗷𝘂𝗻 grew up with money, rules, and emotionally disconnected. As the middle son of the Kang family, he learned early that wanting things only made life complicated. He keeps his distance from people. He has no interest in feelings. Nothing ever caught his attention for longer than necessary. And then there was her. Little did he know that his interest in her would soon turn into a burning desire. 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗜𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗹 works in the Kang household as a deaf maid. She is not there to serve, but is there for a mission to find her missing sister. And that was the plan until Sejun is the first to notice she can hear. For the first time in years, he feels pulled toward someone without understanding why. He keeps her secret, but he's using her like a pawn in his game. Iseul hates that he knows her secret. She hates how he sees through and hates how she cannot ignore him the way she ignores everyone else. He is the one person she cannot predict and that threatens everything she came for. What begins as control and caution turns into something they both refuse to name. Desire for answers. Loathing for weakness. Neither of them knows when they stopped observing and started wanting. ──── ──── "I don't know what you've done to me, but I can't un-want you." His voice dropped, and his hand remained at the back of his neck like he was frustrated with himself. "Then you should've stayed away." She kept trying not to let anything slip through her expression. "I can't... control." His gaze didn't move from her, like letting go of it would make the words less true.

"𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆." --- Everyone has something to lose. And sometimes, the person standing in front of you is the reason you lost it. Luna Vescari built her name from the ground up and learned early on that silence keeps you safe. She doesn't trust easily-not people, not memories, and definitely not men who smile like they've never broken something just to see what it looks like. She's spent years keeping her past exactly where it belongs, behind her. Leandro Cassano has always known how to keep things clean. Professional. Controlled. He doesn't do attachment. Doesn't do honesty. And he's not here for apologies. He's here for answers about a betrayal no one talks about, a name no one mentions about. Neither of them knows the full truth. Not about each other. Not about what actually happened. But the deeper they dig, the more the lines blur, between right and wrong, between past and present, and between who really pulled the trigger and who just got caught in the crossfire. In each other's story, they've always played the villain. And maybe they were right. --- "You hate me, right? Then stop looking at me like you want to kiss me and kill me at the same time. If I was using you, Luna... I wouldn't be looking at you like this." "Hurt me all you want, but don't lie when your hands still shake when I touch you."

"𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ☆ 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌, was never meant to feel. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, he has everything the world envies-wealth, power, and a reputation built on silence and steel. He's known for being a colder heart, and a heartbreak artist, however, he does have a soft spot for selective people. He has a set of unbreakable rules-no attachments, no feelings, and no commitments. He takes what's his, keeps his distance, and never lets anyone get close enough to break him. ☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 is nothing like the world he comes from-calm, compassionate, and quietly strong. A dedicated university student with a soul like a soft daisy blooming through concrete, she's the kind of girl who helps strangers and sees beauty in brokenness. But even her warmth hides its own shadows. They're from different worlds-always at odds, constantly clashing. And yet, something keeps pulling them together. Something deeper than hatred, louder than silence. A storm that neither of them is ready to name. As their paths intertwine, old memories resurface and secrets begin to stir. Beneath the fights and pride, both of them are searching for the same thing- sukoon. Peace. But some hearts don't calm the storm... they become it. Will they fight their past-or repeat it? [Highest Rank: #7 in peace, #3 in suggestions and #1 in dedication]

This book is a collection of my 2AM thoughts-messy, raw, and real. It's where my mind wanders when the world is quiet, full of feelings I can't explain during the day. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭: I'm writing this because the quiet hours of the night bring out a side of me that I don't always get to share-a version that's vulnerable, creative, and a little messy. These moments feel too fleeting to let go, so I'm capturing them here. It's for anyone who's ever stared at their ceiling at 2AM, feeling everything and nothing all at once.