Dangerously gentle for love and possession.

Started this at 1st February of 2025. "Is it too much to ask?" the master asked. "Too much..." Chan whispered. He was trapped between his master and the wall. "Don't be afraid of me," his master said, his voice a low whisper in Chan's ear. Chan shivered. "Nothing we do here will leave this room. It will be our secret." "No!" Chan yelled. It made his master step back, and Chan rushed past him, out of the door. His master watched him flee, his voice cold and quiet. "You have no idea what you've just done, Chan. You are mine. You can't run from me." *_______________________________________* ✨ Seungcheol x Chan ✨ Aaaahhhh this is my first ever FF of ChanCheol, I've been dying to do this!!!! It was suppose to be my first ever FF lol.

#book II in Fire Series They say to never remember the past that broke you, but for Choi Mingyu, the past was not a burden to forget, but a relentless, burning obsession. His scars, etched deep into his skin and soul, were the brutal, stark reminders of the tyrant he had become. He craved nothing less than to watch the world burn-a pyre ignited solely for his vengeance, his name whispered in fear across continents. Ruthless, cunning, and a self-proclaimed blood-hungry monster, Mingyu lived his truth as a darkness incarnate, his existence a meticulously crafted system built on absolute control and calculated destruction. He commanded, and the world obeyed. Then, into his carefully constructed darkness, crashed Jeon Wonwoo, the Solace. Wonwoo, possessing a deceptive purity and an untamed, independent soul, was an artist whose brushstrokes wove vibrant hues into the lives of others. His soul-soothing paintings were a balm to weary spirits, yet even this beacon of light was tethered to a history that refused to release its grip, its lingering shadows making him tragically vulnerable and deeply afraid. What unholy obsession will unfold when the man who thrives on absolute control-the Obsidian King who demands every facet of existence bend to his will-becomes utterly consumed by a free bird who only wants to soar without fear? This is not romance; this is a destructive collision where possession is the highest form of worship, and the lines between desire and devastation are erased entirely, threatening to shatter the Solace for good. releasing on 15/11/2025

Joshua Hong was just an ordinary college student-innocent, gentle, and utterly untouched by the city's darkness. But one fateful night at a bar, he caught the attention of Seokmin Choi-a dangerously powerful mafia boss with a sinful smile and blood-stained hands. Joshua should have run. He should have been afraid. But Seokmin's dark eyes were like a storm-fierce, magnetic, and impossible to escape. Here's another story cause guys I am a free girl right now no school nothing so yeah I rather do something productive anyways this is a romance book not my style but I tried.

When he goes to Italy to fulfill his mother's dying wish... Only for a psycho mafia boss to become obsessed with him. The follow story contains dark themes such as murder, torture, kidnapping, abuse and explicit sexual activity. Reader discretion is advised.

Mingyu likes Wonwoo. No. He workships him. He really does. All of his friends know. But Mingyu... he was too afraid to confess. Because everytime Wonwoo was near, Mingyu wouldn't stop stuttering, fumbling and blushing.

Mingyu and Wonwoo know each other since childhood. Growing up together in the same neighbourhood, they become best friends. Day changing month. Month changing year. One fall for another. But, the other one is the opposite. A story which Wonwoo fall for his best friend but Mingyu has a heart for someone else. "I like you but you like her. I'll let you go now. There's no point in fighting for it. Moreover, I've no place in your heart, right?"

He watches. He waits. He loves him more than anyone ever could.

the god of beauty is ashamed of his own appearance, deciding to hide himself away until the end of time.

Chaos and destruction. Two things Lee Seokmin despised more than anything. He thrived on control, on order, on things falling exactly into place. But everything unraveled the moment he laid eyes on him-his new husband. The brother of the man who was supposed to marry him. Joshua. "I know you hate pineapple, so I made sure to eat a lot. Imagine if we kissed right now... You might die," Joshua's voice was sweet, but the mischief in his eyes was undeniable as he leaned closer, his smirk dangerous. Seokmin's jaw tightened. No one could hear them, not their bickering, not their hate, and most importantly, not the way Seokmin's dead heart seemed to stir back to life. He hated chaos, but Joshua was chaos. And now, he was stuck with him. How was he supposed to navigate a life of perfect control with a husband who thrived on disorder? Would they ruin each other? Or was falling together inevitable?