After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

The office lights hummed softly, long after most had gone home. Dunk leaned lazily against his desk, his tie loosened, laughter slipping from his lips as Ryu whispered something teasing in his ear. He didn't notice the shadow standing at the far end of the corridor, eyes burning with quiet possession. Joong's gaze never wavered. Dunk could flirt all he wanted,but sooner or later, he would learn who he belonged to. Across the city, another kind of storm raged. Phuwin's hands trembled as he clutched the edge of the dinner table, Pond's voice cutting sharp through the silence. Accusations, jealousy, demands... each word was a chain tightening around his throat. Yet when Pond's hand slammed against the wall beside his face, when his breath came hot and ragged against Phuwin's skin, Phuwin hated himself for the way his heart still pounded for him. Love and hate blurred until there was nothing left but fire. And so their stories began... A flirt too careless, a boss too possessive. A marriage too toxic, a love too forbidden. Four hearts colliding in a game where desire was dangerous, and obsession was everything.