Sonya Velez, glittering heiress of a powerful empire, lives surrounded by luxury and targets on her back. When a silent, disciplined bodyguard named Lookmhee Laurent is assigned to protect her, Sonya treats it like a game, teasing the woman who never seems to break. But Lookmhee didn't come to guard her. She came to kill her. Driven by a past soaked in loss, Lookmhee plans to use Sonya's trust as the final step toward revenge. Yet every attempt on Sonya's life from outside forces twists the knife deeper. Lookmhee protects her again and again, unable to let anyone else take what she believes should be her vengeance. Sonya falls first, unaware of the truth. Lookmhee falls slower, fighting every moment of it. In a world of glass towers, hidden agendas, and hearts learning the shape of danger, two women are pulled into a love that should destroy them, yet keeps saving them instead.

They had once shared a love that felt effortless, a warmth that made the world fade away. Ten years of marriage should have been a sanctuary, but life and ambition quietly crept in between them. Lookmhee was chasing her name, her dreams, while Sonya carried the weight of unspoken hurt, holding her heart together in silence. When love begins to fade, it is not always loud. It hides in missed glances, in words left unsaid, in the spaces where comfort once lived. Yet even in the quiet, a spark can remain, stubborn and alive, waiting for the moment to ignite again. Treacherous is a story of love tested by ambition, by distance, and by the invisible betrayals that can unravel even the strongest bond. It is about discovering the courage to face the pain, to forgive, and to remember why two hearts once chose each other.

Years ago, Lookmhee confessed to her best friend beneath the sound of summer rain and lost her. Now, years later, Sonya returns. Not as the bright, untouchable girl she once was, but as a woman trying to remember how to breathe again. Lookmhee is still there, running her flower shop, still smiling like she's never been hurt, still loving softly, without asking for anything in return. Between withered stems and new petals, between silence and laughter, something begins to grow again. Not the wild, reckless kind of love that ruins, but the kind that stays, the kind that forgives, and heals, and waits. Because sometimes, love doesn't have to bloom all at once. Sometimes, it just needs time.

When Sonya Duskbourne is bound by duty to marry into the mysterious Ashthorne family, she enters a world of shadowed halls, locked doors, and a wife she cannot read. Her bride, Lookmhee Ashthorne, rules the decaying mansion with a quiet, unsettling intensity. The townsfolk whisper about curses, vanished brides, and secrets that cling to the Ashthorne name like ivy on stone. What begins as a union of families soon becomes a battle of wills-one marked by obsession, desire, and a dangerous intimacy that Sonya never expected. In the heart of Ashthorne Hall, where every vow feels like a chain, Sonya must face the truth: some cages are built not of iron, but of love. A gothic sapphic of forbidden marriage, haunting passion, and the perilous line between devotion and possession.

Soraya Vergara (SY) is composed, well-dressed, and absolutely not in the mood to explain to her powerful family why her ex-boyfriend is getting married before she's even been kissed this year. The pressure is unbearable - the scrutiny, worse. So to protect her family's image and bruise her ex's ego in one move, she lies. One fake relationship. Just long enough to survive a string of company galas and Vergara-family functions. Enter Elira Soriano (LM) - velvet-suited, sharp-tongued, and devastatingly unbothered. An actress with a reputation in queer circles and a smile that ruins women. She agrees to play the part. No feelings. No strings. But what starts as an act turns into something harder to control - lingering stares, shared beds, and kisses that feel too dangerous to fake. Elira doesn't play soft. And Soraya? She's never been this close to falling. Because Elira tastes like danger. And Soraya is starting to forget why they were pretending in the first place.

When Sonya Pedersen loses her job, the last thing she expects is to land in the company owned by the woman she swore never to see again-her ex, Lookmhee Sathaporn. Their breakup was messy, toxic, and unforgettable, leaving Sonya determined to keep her distance. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Lookmhee is not only her boss but also her relentless admirer, shamelessly flirting at every chance she gets. Sonya fires back with sarcasm and attitude, determined to draw the line. Yet the more she resists, the more Lookmhee pushes, blurring the line between professionalism and unfinished business. As past wounds resurface and sparks fly in ways neither can ignore, Sonya must decide: is Lookmhee still the obsession she once escaped from-or has she finally learned how to love? Can love grow back stronger after being broken, or is it just another trap waiting to close?

By day, Sonya is nothing more than the quiet secretary to CEO Lookmhee-an efficient shadow behind the desk, obedient and forgettable. But when night falls, she becomes Saran, the club's most elusive and untouchable dancer. Masked and mysterious, she rules the stage yet never allows anyone close, her double life hidden behind layers of silk and secrecy. Until Lookmhee steps into her world. Known publicly as a ruthless business magnate, Lookmhee's power runs deeper than money. Whispers say she is more than she seems-someone no one dares to deny. When she demands a private session with Saran, even the club's manager bows in silence. Saran's rule of distance shatters in an instant. Each night, Lookmhee strips away Saran's defenses with a dangerous intimacy that leaves her trembling. Desire coils tighter with every encounter, secrets bleed into one another, and the mask becomes harder to keep on. This is a sapphic dark romance of masks, hidden power, and the forbidden intimacy that consumes everything it touches.

Sonya was never meant to know vampires existed, until one of them chose her. Not as prey, but as the reason to break their law. Bound to protect a human from her own kind, the vampire must stay one step ahead of those who want the girl dead or turned. No one is allowed to reach her first. No one is allowed to touch what she guards. Sonya never agreed to any of this. She wants her life back, not a watcher in the dark and rules she never wrote. But every time she tries to push the vampire away, the hunters get closer... and the price of defiance grows sharper. She doesn't have to love her protector. She only has to stay alive.

In a forgotten manor where beauty never fades, a photographer and her muse accept a Halloween project that should have been simple. But some gowns remember the ones who wore them - and some promises refuse to die. A story of devotion, decay, and the kind of love that leaves its mark.

They had their happy ending, or so they thought? Hold me Tight Sequel Disclaimer: Read the book 1 Hold me Tight first, this book will be full of angst.