Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Dr. Dayanara Scott, now Larralde, spent years working herself to exhaustion just to keep the lights on while her husband gambled away their savings and their marriage. When it finally ended, she walked away free but hollow. She left her prestigious career in Pittsburgh for a teaching job in the Philippines, hoping to rebuild her bond with her daughter and find peace. While she works on winning her daughter back, a boy named Matveyo Zimnyakov, a lazy, unmotivated, and a repeat who can't even explain a covalent bond ends up in her class. When she catches him cheating, she has no choice but to call his father. Men with guns surrounded her office before Isaak Zimnyakov walked in. Tall, broad shoulders beneath a black dress shirt, tattoos peeking through his collar, dark blue eyes that hold no mercy. The kind of man who looks like sin and moves like power. That moment, she knew he was trouble, and she was not wrong. He tried to pay her off to pass his son. She told him to fuck off. From that day, she knew she had stepped into something dangerous. He left, but something about him lingers, a current she cannot ground no matter how hard she tries. Now, her daughter is growing close to Matveyo. Isaak keeps appearing where he shouldn't, obsessed and possessive, and he doesn't bother to hide it from her. And Dayanara can feel it every time they're in the same room. The pull. Equal and opposite. Inevitable. A dipole. She teaches it in theory. But Dayanara is about to learn firsthand that the most dangerous chemistry doesn't exist in the lab. It exists between two people who should never touch.