Choi Seungcheol is the most feared name in South Korea's ruthless mafia world-a man known for his merciless tactics and iron grip on power. But behind the cold facade lies a secret only a few know: a father desperate to protect his innocent four-month-old son from the darkness that surrounds them. Haunted by his dangerous life and the enemies lurking in every shadow, Seungcheol is forced to find someone he can trust-someone willing to become the child's guardian when he cannot. Yoon Jeonghan's life has been shaped by loss and sacrifice. Once a carefree daycare teacher who cared for children with gentle hands and a kind heart, he now carries the weight of his family's survival. After the devastating deaths of his parents and the looming illness of his grandfather, Jeonghan juggles multiple jobs to keep his loved ones afloat. But when a mysterious offer arrives-an invitation to become nanny to the son of South Korea's most ruthless mafia lord-Jeonghan is thrust into a world of shadows and secrets, where every choice could be a matter of life or death. BXB 18+ Mpreg Jeongcheol Seoksoo Junhao Soonhoon Meanie/minwon Verkwan And bts ships on the side

His brother died in a street race. Jeonghan wants answers. When rookie journalist Yoon Jeonghan starts digging into the crash that killed his brother, all roads lead to Seungcheol-underground racer, legend, and liar. Everyone tells Jeonghan to stay away. But the deeper he gets, the more obsessed he becomes. And the more he wants the truth... Even if it destroys them both. "You should've left it alone," Seungcheol said. "Now you're next." This isn't a love story. It's a crash waiting to happen.

A soul as calm as the wind meets a heart as shattered as the sea... can love really mend what life once broke..💔❤️‍🩹 Read now and fall in love slowly ..!!!

Jeonghan Yoon has been called a lot of things-brat, spoiled, dangerously unhinged. The bodyguard industry has another word for him: psychotic. He's a billionaire's son. Beautiful, rich, untouchable-and an absolute nightmare to protect. Jeonghan has never heard the word no-until the new bodyguard Seungcheol shows up. He's everything Jeonghan hates: serious, stone-faced, and completely immune to charm. But he's also hot. Really hot. And worse? He refuses to treat Jeonghan like the center of the universe. Which means Jeonghan has no choice but to test his patience-and maybe his professionalism-every chance he gets.

How did Jeonghan end up here? Here in the place he now called home. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 || ongoing

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 #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.

One demon. One angel. A relationship that's failed so many times. Could it really be just one human they've been missing?

the city needs some saving from a group of lethal criminals running loose. it takes some honor students, a bunch of gamers, and a rookie gang - thirteen teenagers to get the job done.