They said love makes people kind. But Sonya Ellis knows better. She wears sweetness like silk, gentle, flawless, deceiving. Beneath it lies a heart that loves too deeply, too dangerously. And when she meets Lookmhee Arden, calm, radiant, unknowingly divine, something inside her shifts. What begins as admiration grows teeth. Devotion turns into design. And somewhere in the ruins of reason, Lookmhee starts to fall too, not because she doesn't see the darkness, but because it feels like home. A love that blurs the line between affection and obsession, tenderness and control. Because Sonya would do anything for the one she loves. Even if it means losing herself - or destroying everything else. This is not love. This is Delirium.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

When devotion tastes like blood, and love feels like possession. Zafira Solis (SY) is a rising star in the courtroom, brilliant, righteous, untouchable. Or so she thinks. What she doesn't know is that someone has been watching. Saving. Claiming. Seraphine Vexley (LM) doesn't believe in fate, only precision. And Zafira became hers the moment she spared a life... because of her. Now, Seraphine is always a step ahead: eliminating threats, erasing evidence, burning the world before it can touch what's hers. But when Zafira starts to feel the pull, the shadows tightening around her, the invisible hands guiding her fate, the question is no longer who's protecting her. It's what she'll become once she knows. A dark, sapphic romance of obsession, power, and the quiet destruction of self. If she can't have her, no one will. But what if she doesn't have to take? What if Zafira gives in willingly?