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.

"What kind of creep are you? Stalking your own cousin?" Wonwoo looks up from his phone to see a tall man, dressed in basketball shorts and a jersey, his face flushed and breath heavy. "Sorry? Are you talking to me?" Wonwoo asks, pointing at himself. "Yes! You! Stop stalking Jia. Stop stalking my girlfriend!" Wonwoo freezes, his hands gripping his phone tightly, before he lunges forward, throwing his fist right into the other boy's jaw. "Why the hell are you referring to my girlfriend as yours?"

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and playfully buckles his seatbelt. "Aw, sucks," he drawls, his tone dripping with faux disappointment. "I thought we would make such a cute couple, Cheollie." The engine roars to life as the car starts moving. --- Seungcheol had finally managed to find someone willing to play the role of his fake husband for the family gathering, a desperate attempt to save himself from the constant nagging of his family members who were determined to see him married. But the truth was, Seungcheol couldn't stand Jeonghan.

"I think Daddy hates me," Jeonghan frowns looking at the ten-year-old child sitting beside him on the swing. The child tightly held a crumpled white paper in his hand, trying to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why?" Jeonghan asked. "He keeps hiding me," the child replied. --- Jeonghan is determined to teach Seungcheol how to be a good parent, even though that's the only thing he lacked in his own childhood.

"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

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Jeonghan picks up the note as he turns around to look but pouts in dismissal when he finds no one else other than Seungcheol and a few customers present in the library. However, a shy smile makes its way onto his face as he opens the note yet again. "Darling, you're perfect." - CS #1 in notes #4 in carats #4 in Seoksoo #6 in jeongcheol

Seungcheol and Joshua had been trapped in a tumultuous and suffocating marriage for two long years, their once vibrant love now overshadowed by constant arguments and toxicity. Enter Jeonghan, Joshua's loyal best friend who had been residing in Japan until a fateful decision brought him back to Korea. Jeonghan possessed an uncanny ability to bend the world to his will, and now, he found himself consumed by an intense desire for his best friend's husband. "Can you fathom the devastation that will consume Joshua when he discovers you spent the night with me?"Jeonghan leaned in close to Seungcheol, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. His fingers traced the contours of Seungcheol's muscular biceps, his gaze fixated on him with an almost predatory intensity. Seungcheol fought to maintain his composure, his voice trembling as he attempted to push Jeonghan's hands away from his body. "You wouldn't dare... would you?" he managed to utter, his voice strained with a mix of fear and defiance. A sinister chuckle escaped Jeonghan's lips, filling the room with an unsettling resonance that sent a wave of dread crashing over Seungcheol. The weight of uncertainty settled upon him, leaving him to wonder if Jeonghan would truly follow through on his wicked desires. A JEONGCHEOL FANFIC

BOOK #1 "I'm not just a pretty face, Seungcheol. Underestimate me at your own risk." Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol, stepping into his personal space. "You might be a model, but you've just walked into a whole new kind of runway - my world." Seungcheol husked out as he grabbed Jeonghan's jaw, tilting his head up and connecting their lips. One year, without a single slip-up. That's all Seungcheol needs - a marriage of convenience to divert media attention and stabilize his company. But what he didn't anticipate were the distractions Jeonghan would bring into his meticulously controlled life. The real catch? Convincing Jeonghan, the boy he once rejected in high school, to agree to this arrangement. Can they survive a year of this delicate dance, or will old wounds and new sparks complicate their plan?