Her life had always been filled with misfortune. But now, trapped with a man obsessed with sex and desire, she wasn't sure if this was a curse-or something else. Kim Taehyung, the cold-hearted CEO, leaned in close. "Scream my name, babygirl," he whispered. "Make me forget everything. Remind me you're whore."

He was cold-like ice untouched by sunlight. His heart, sealed behind walls of stone, knew nothing of tenderness. To him, intimacy was not affection, but power; not connection, but control. His world was ruled by lust, fueled by rage, and void of softness. But then came her. She wasn't supposed to matter. Yet, her presence unsettled him. Her silence screamed louder than words, and her eyes-those haunted, pleading eyes-chipped away at his edges. His body betrayed him first, drawn to her like fire to dry wood. He didn't know if he wanted to possess her... or destroy her. And in the space between desire and destruction, a game began. A game of love. And betrayal. --thebadjeon