"You kept chasing me. You smiled when I glared, you stayed when I pushed. You thought your relentless kindness could fix me. Baka. You should have run when I gave you the chance. You didn't realize you were just waking up a monster. You ignored every warning. I don't want to be fixed. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I will tear apart every engine, burn down every city, and shatter any man who dares to even breathe near you. ou wanted my attention? Congratulations, Amber. You have it. All of it. And now, you can't run from me even If you want to cause I'm never letting you go." - Kazuki Kurosawa ___ He smoked heavy cigarettes, I drank tea. He rebuilt broken motorcycles in the dark, I read shameless love stories in the sun. He warned me to stay away, I stepped closer. He called me a baka, I called him mine. I thought I was teaching a cynical lone wolf how to love. I didn't realize I was teaching him how to obsess. To the rest of the university, Kazuki Kurosawa is a badboy, a ghost. A cold, untouchable engineering prodigy who prefers the roar of an engine over the sound of human voices. To me, he was just a boy I couldn't resist. Armed with my calf-length dresses, my late father's silver ring, and a ridiculous amount of optimism, I chased him. I ignored his brutal honesty, his freezing glares, and his toxic attempts to push me away. It was supposed to be innocent. A hopeless romantic trying to melt a frozen heart. But I played with fire. Because when you push a broken man to finally feel something, you cannot control what happens when he snaps. I fell first. But Kazuki fell harder. And the boy who once wanted absolutely nothing to do with me is now the man who will burn the entire world to the ground before he lets anyone take his me away.

Being a stalker came with its dangers in itself, but stalking the Italian mafia's princess? It was a task that could easily be rewarded with death. A deadly obsession. A just as powerful stalker. How will Maria deal with the rival mafias son being completely, utterly and irrevocably obsessed with her? . . . MARIA BIANCHI age 19 Protected and sheltered her whole life, by not just her overprotective parents but also her 3 older brothers. She always had a loving childhood but never the freedom to go out and explore. Homeschooled her whole life, she never got the chance to make many friends but her one best friend Isabella. Her mom's best friends daughter. What will she do when one day, when she is finally allowed to leave her house for a few hours she catches the eye of the worst man possible? The sole male heir to the rival mafia. The Russian mafia. ALEKSANDER PETROV age 23 One of the only two children of the Russian Don. He was raised lovingly but he never got the same care as his younger sister. He never resented her for it but grew to hate his father. The Russian Don. Feared by not just the citizens but also the government. Aleksander was known to be cold and heartless. He cared about no one and had no weak spot. Not even his dead mother who died giving birth to him. He was raised to be a don. He was never taught love, or kindness. Only cruelty and hate. So when he sees a brunette girl eating ice cream and feeding the ducks his heart doesnt know how to behave. And he does the only thing he's ever been taught. He fixates. (NONE OF THE PICTURES ARE MINE THEY ARE ALL FROM PINTEREST) #1 in stalkerromance, 25th & 26th January, 2026

enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.

A Dark Romance Story where love isn't soft... it's consuming. ✦ ───────── ✦ ❀ ✦───────── ✦ She looked into his eyes, her heart racing, her voice trembling yet filled with an unspoken longing. "Make me yours, Professor," she whispered, like a confession she could no longer hold back. He didn't look away. His gaze stayed fixed on hers-cold, distant, and guarded. A man who had already loved once... and lost. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "I can't... not in this lifetime." ✦ ─────── ✦ ❀ ✦ ────── ✦

"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨..."

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved