Por Suppakarn has spent his life communicating through silence, shaping meaning with his hands rather than his voice, while protecting the art foundation that means everything to him. When financial instability puts everything at risk, his family makes a decision without him - a marriage contract with the son of the powerful Wanpichit group, Tee Wanpichit, whose reputation for arrogance precedes him. Por is not asked if he agrees. Only told that it has already been decided. Por signed sharply "I refuse you." Tee blinked once, then smirked slightly, leaning back against the wall on his side. "Noted, Love." Then, he leaned in just a little closer, voice quieter. "But still happening."

He he looks like an angel, talks like an angel and walks like an angel. but he's the devil in disguise, I want him to love only me and be obsessed with only me. A decision I will soon regret. ( He's A Black Flag But Am Colour Blind. In love with the devil

[welcome in the bl world 18+ content and theme] A story of love, obsession, and the thin line between devotion and destruction... "This is the most painful feeling... loving someone who might never truly be yours" "Love is nothing without devotion but devotion without limits becomes dangerous" "Your obsession with him will be your end" "You are mine only mine" A story filled with twist and adventure let's enjoy it all together

In the glittering streets of Italy, Ivan Rossi was a fragile bloom-5'6 of pure innocence, with skin like fresh snow, silver-white hair, and eyes bluer than the Mediterranean. Kind, gentle, and untouched, he believed in love and flowers. Until Rudra Singh set his dark eyes on him.Rudra Singh-35 years old, a 6'4 Indian billionaire carved from power, money, and ruthlessness. Broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and terrifyingly possessive, he rules empires with an iron fist and a short temper that leaves blood on the floor. When he sees the ethereal Italian boy, his obsession ignites like wildfire. What starts as silent stalking quickly turns into something far more dangerous. One night, Ivan is taken. Dragged into a world of forced marriage, golden chains, and a luxurious prison in India, Ivan becomes Rudra's legal husband-his property. The powerful Indian tycoon will stop at nothing to break and own the innocent boy who haunts his every thought. But Ivan is not just beautiful. He awakens something primal and twisted in Rudra. Jealousy that ends in violence. Desire that blurs the line between pleasure and pain. Non-consensual nights filled with restraints, chains, and dark passion slowly begin to mix with moments of twisted tenderness. In this dark, toxic romance, love and hate collide. Rudra's obsession knows no limits. Ivan's gentle soul fights between terror, trauma, and an unhealthy, addictive attraction to his captor. Blood will stain their sheets. Tears will fall. Hearts will break and reform into something monstrous.This is not a fairytale. This is obsession. This is possession. This is forever. Trigger Warnings: 18+ | Extremely Dark Romance | Non-Con/Dub-Con | Forced Marriage | Stalking | Psychological Manipulation | Physical Restraints & Chains | Male Pregnancy | Blood & Violence | Extreme Jealousy | Toxic & Unhealthy Relationship | Trauma | Angst | Graphic Mature Content | Possessive Behavior

It's a BL Love story with a little bit of darkness inside 💠 ( It's My Original Work Not A Fanfiction) _________________________________________ A marriage he couldn't remember, a person he couldn't place in his mind, and an unspoken bond that would shackle him in ways he never imagined. His indifference to love was shattered in one reckless moment, and suddenly, he was caught in a web of obsession that was slowly suffocating him. •••••••• "You think you can run away from me?" The voice was dark, dripping with menace. The man moved closer, his breath hot against Vishal's ear. "After everything that happened that night in that hotel... you're dreaming." Vishal barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, the impact stunning him. His breath hitched, but the man's gaze never wavered-intense, unwavering, as if he owned him completely. His hands gripped Vishal's wrists, pinning him in place. Vishal struggled, but the man was relentless. The cold, calculating intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Vishal's spine. His will to resist was slipping away, crushed under the weight of the promise in the man's voice. The man's lips brushed against his ear, a final whisper that made Vishal's blood run cold. "I won't divorce you. Not in this life. Not in any other life." ( Coming soon ) ___ Boxer/Doctor X Russian Mafia Enemies To Lovers Contract Marriage Drama x Humour Revenge Sunshine meets Mr Grumpy Possessive lover Bl ( Boy's love)

when a marriage no one thought will happen turns into love 🏅#1-indianbl

Joshua Evans just wanted a normal life when he got older. But as an omega? Those plans change when he's arranged to marry August Silva, an alpha who is both loved and hated by a lot of people. A normal life is what Joshua wanted. But what he got? Was drama waiting around every corner. Especially. When his secret is exposed.

Rohan died for a lack of sugar, only to wake up in a world of honeyed poison. Reborn as Ruhana Nuri Zain, the "second daughter" of a fallen duchy, he is now the unwanted bride of the iron-fisted Sultan Azamaar Sher Surah. In a court where the Queen Mother's word is law and the shadows have eyes, Rohan carries a secret that could turn his wedding robes into a funeral shroud. He knows the ending of this story.... the rain, the stones, and the blood. To survive, he must rewrite a tragedy before the ink dries on his own grave. Rohan ~ The gods gave me a man's heart and a woman's name, then draped them both in the red silk of a sacrificial lamb. In this city of lions, to be found is to be finished.... but to stay hidden is to die a slow, silent death under the weight of a crown that was never meant for my head....

Adrian died believing the villain deserved a happy ending. Then he woke up inside his favorite novel-not as the hero, but as the Crown Prince destined to kill the Demon Lord. Bound by a ruthless World System that demands the original tragedy, Adrian must choose between following the story... or saving the man who was never meant to be loved. But every attempt to change fate awakens an ancient soul bond, and the more Adrian saves the villain, the more dangerously obsessed Cassian Nyx becomes with him. When the entire world wants the Demon Lord dead... will Adrian rewrite destiny, or die trying? Important Notice - The story is now edited! & NOT FULLY AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD 💞THE WHOLE STORY IS AVAILABLE ON GOODNOVEL💞 STORY LINK IN MY BIO -

Far beyond the edges of every known map, swallowed by endless storms and guarded by merciless seas, lies an island no human was ever meant to find. An island wrapped in thick black fog where the air itself feels heavy enough to crush lungs, where every breath burns slowly in the chest, and every shadow lurking between the ancient trees feels alive. The waves surrounding it never stay calm, as though the ocean itself is trying to keep intruders away from whatever sleeps within. Legends about the island have existed for centuries - whispered in old sailor taverns, hidden inside forgotten journals, and buried beneath classified government files no one dares to reopen. Some has gone there, tried to search it because of curiosity or whatever but they never come back to tell the tale. No one knows what truly hides there. Some believe the island is cursed. Others say it guards something older than humanity itself. Strange lights are sometimes seen flickering above the cliffs during moonless nights. Ships disappear near its waters without leaving behind even broken wood. Compasses stop working. Radios die. And those rare few who claimed to have seen the island from afar described hearing voices carried by the wind - soft whispers calling their names from the darkness. For decades, fear kept the world away. Until him. A quiet young man from the crowded heart of the city, someone who looked far too fragile for a place so merciless. With pale skin untouched by sunlight, curious green eyes that always searched for answers hidden beneath the surface, and a soft demeanor that made people underestimate him far too easily, he was never the type anyone imagined chasing danger. There was something delicate about him - the way he spoke carefully, the way uncertainty lingered in his gaze, the way his curiosity seemed stronger than his fear. While others sought fame, wealth, or survival, he sought understanding.