Yoon Jeonghan, an undercover cop has given the mission to lure a mafia into confessing his crimes. Will Yoon Jeonghan be able to successfully complete the mission or there will be a twist waiting for him!? ( A JeongCheol story) ---------*******---------- This is my 1st time writing. I hope everyone gives it a chance and may like it. Please ignore the grammatical mistakes. All the pics used in this fic are taken from google images. So credit to the owner. Also do not plagiarize. Enjoy.

In a world ruled by power, money, and blood, attachments weren't a choice-they were a weakness. And love? That was nothing short of poison. Kim Mingyu was not a man to be loved. He was the unseen devil, the ruthless leader of Elysian, feared by governments, law enforcement, and the underworld alike. No one had ever seen his face, yet the mere whisper of 'devil' sent shivers down spines. He had everything under control. No emotions. No attachments. No weaknesses. Until Boo Seungkwan. A reckless, spoiled heir who shouldn't have mattered. Who should've been just another mission. But somehow, he became Mingyu's everything. And now he belonged to Mingyu---didn't matter if the brat realized it or not. --- Boo Seungkwan was the epitome of Sass. He was loud, reckless and completely spoiled. He was adored by many and feared by those who couldn't handle him. As the only heir to his father's billion-dollar empire, he had everything-except freedom. And bodyguards? He hated them. Every single one eventually quit---or he made them. So when Kim Mingyu was assigned as his personal bodyguard, Seungkwan swore to make his life a living hell. Too bad Mingyu didn't break. He didn't react, didn't flinch-and that only made Seungkwan push harder. But what started as a game became something much more dangerous. Because Seungkwan fell. Too deep. And the worst part? He had no idea who Mingyu really was. In Mingyu's sphere, where love is a weakness and trust is a death sentence, Seungkwan is about to learn that some bonds can never be broken, no matter how twisted they become. Because some connections can't be severed. Some hearts can't be ignored. And some bonds? They're twisted beyond repair. ~TWISTED BONDS ~

BOOK ONE IN "DIAMOND CROWN" SERIES. "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫." ❥SIM RYEONA "This isn't what we agreed on. You can't just change the rules and expect me to follow. You think chaining me with your name and your ring gives you power over me? That they give you the power to keep me by your side forever? Think again, Seungcheol. I'm not the naive girl you left behind. I'll burn your world to the ground before I let you control me." ❥CHOI SEUNGCHEOL "I don't need chains to keep you. No Ryeona, you were mine long before the ring, long before the name. In blood, in fate, in every breath you take. Burn my world to the ground if you must. Hate me, fight me, push me away, but it won't change a damn thing. In the end, you'll still be right where you belong. With me. Always. Because this is exactly how it will go. Whether you like it or not." ⛓️ TROPES ⛓️ ● Marriage of convenience ● Childhood Sweetheart → Enemies → Lovers ● He fell first and harder ● Forced Proximity ● Eldest Son × Eldest Daughter

Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol's bruised wrist, "Why have they kept your right hand handcuffed?" "Because I'm a potential threat to them." Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, "And that's true. The day I'm left open, they're gone." Jeonghan inhaled a deep breath, "Mr. Choi, that's not it. You can't-" "I can." Seungcheol glared at the younger, "And I will." "I won't let you." Jeonghan maintained a stern demeanor. "And who are you again?" Seungcheol raised a brow. "Your therapist." Jeonghan replied confidently. "Pretty sure my confident little therapist will be swipped off before them." Seungcheol grinned menacingly. "We'll see about that." Jeonghan stood up, "The sessions will start from tomorrow, I'll be back." "I hope not." Seungcheol grumbled beneath his breath.

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.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 | 홉레스 러브 - 최승철 세븐틴 - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL "Never thought your sudden words will make me the happiest person and break me the very next moment, how am I supposed to stay with you when you don't even love me?" falling in love with Seungcheol but will she be able to bear all the pain of falling in love and be happy? start: 20.01.22 end : 09.01.23 © namnihyun 2022

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

"I hate you. Every second here makes me hate you more." Jeonghan spat, glaring at the polished man before him. Seungcheol's lips curled into a sinister smile, making Jeonghan gulp. "Good, because love isn't even my style, darling." Seungcheol thrust the food platter in front of Jeonghan. "Eat up; you'll need more energy to hate me." He walked away, closing the door and leaving Jeonghan in darkness once again. What worse could happen than going for a walk the night before your wedding? Jeonghan, heir to a powerful corporation, lived under the protection of his family's wealth. But everything changed when he stumbled upon a gruesome crime committed by Seungcheol, a notorious mafia leader. To keep his secret safe, Seungcheol abducted Jeonghan, dragging him into a world of darkness and danger. Trapped in Seungcheol's underground empire, Jeonghan's hatred for his captor grew, yet he couldn't ignore the twisted connection forming between them. As days turned into weeks, the lines between captor and captive blurred, and an obsessive, dark romance began to unfold. Seungcheol's ruthless nature contrasted with moments of unexpected tenderness, leaving Jeonghan torn between his desire for freedom and a growing, forbidden attraction.

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?

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.