[Bachelor Series #1] Choi Seungcheol was the kind of man who believed in loyalty. He didn't cheat, didn't entertain flings, and held firm to the idea that a man should devote himself to only one woman. His longest relationship lasted three years, and he was still going strong. But Cupid had other plans. The moment Yejin Yoo crashed into his life-quite literally, everything he believed in wavered. One look at her heart-shaped face, captivating eyes, and sultry lips, and his resolve began to crumble. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to taste those lips, to get lost in her gaze. Could he resist her pull? Could he hold back, knowing it was wrong? Or would he give in, surrendering to the overwhelming desire burning inside him? ©ciaonatachai Mature Content | Rated 18+

The Language of Flowers #1 Sienna is a psychiatrist who helps others heal, but she's drowning in expectations, too exhausted to save herself. Seungkwan has survived his darkest days, but the world still treats him as fragile. He hides behind laughter, burning out in silence. When their paths cross... first as doctor and patient, then as something more... Seungkwan sees the cracks Sienna refuses to face. And for once, he refuses to let someone else break themselves for others. In a world of unsaid words, you can't heal others if you keep breaking yourself.

Hyunjin Fanfiction It's strange how something can feel both right and dangerous at the same time. Like standing at the edge of a cliff, toes curled over the rock, and knowing the fall would kill you-but stepping forward anyway.

Open for request 📖 She writes like dusk-soft, aching, and full of unsaid things. Hopeless romantic. Slow-burn addict. Her stories bloom in silence, where glances linger and hearts speak in metaphors. A lover of cherry blossoms, autumn skies, and characters who fall in love with the soul before the smile. She crafts confessions like poetry and monologues like lullabies. Here to turn longing into language, and maybe-just maybe-make you feel something you forgot you missed. She speaks in verses, not sentences-each word a petal, each pause a sigh. She writes not to be read, but to be felt-like the ache of a love that never quite left, or the warmth of a gaze that lingers too long. She is the kind of story you don't finish-you return to it, again and again, hoping the ending has changed. 🔖 [One-shot stories available]