14 days. 26 stories. Too many ways to break a heart. Each day unfolds two lives tangled in guilt, desire, power, and regret-where love isn't safe, and staying hurts more than leaving. These are stories of obsession mistaken for devotion, silence used as punishment, and truths revealed when it's already too late. Of people who love wrong, choose badly, and still can't walk away. Nothing is pure. No one is innocent. Every prompt pulls you deeper into emotional wreckage, moral grayness, and endings that don't heal-only linger. This isn't romance meant to save you. This is love that ruins you.

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31 days. 31 lovers. 31 ways to fall into darkness. From vampire kings to mafia bosses, from angels to demons - each night of October unveils a new sin. Desire, obsession, betrayal, and love collide in Seventeen's world of forbidden passion. Dark. Kinky. Addictive. Welcome to Luna's Kinktober.

Yuna doesn't chase monsters. She chases answers. As an investigator, she knows how to read crime scenes, how to listen to silence, how to follow bloodless trails others miss. What she doesn't know is why this case feels personal-why every clue tightens around her throat like a memory she refuses to name. Then there's Jeonghan. Calm. Observant. Too familiar with violence to be innocent. He steps into her life like an accident and stays like a secret. And somewhere in the background, Joshua still exists-through records, habits, patterns that refuse to disappear. The closer Yuna gets to the truth, the more distorted her own reflection becomes. Because this isn't a story about who committed the crime. It's about who remembers it wrong. And when the truth finally surfaces, it won't ask for forgiveness.

They were born into wealth, raised in privilege, and torn apart by history. During the Japanese occupation of Korea, Yoon Jeonghan wears the enemy's uniform to survive a war he secretly fights from within. Kang Areum learns that silence can be as deadly as rebellion. Between them exists a love too careful to be spoken-and too fragile to survive a single mistake. One misunderstanding. One choice made in fear. A lifetime of consequences. As Korea moves toward independence, truth arrives too late, love remains unfinished, and history refuses to offer mercy. Some stories do not end in reunion-only in regret. This is a tale of love ruined by silence, of loyalty mistaken for betrayal, and of atonement that comes when forgiveness is no longer possible.

People say walls have ears. They forget that walls don't have mouths- not when you're married to the wealthiest man in the country, a man who decides what is heard and what is buried. Yoon Jeonghan was born to rule. A silk-voiced tyrant wrapped in tailored perfection, a king in everything but title- the kind of man who wins long before he steps into the room. Seo Yeseul was the woman he broke on his climb to power. A desperate lawyer turned into his perfect ornament, handpicked, polished, and married- not out of love, but because every kingdom needs a queen who looks fragile enough to believe in. But porcelain can cut when it shatters. What happens when the woman he crafted learns to bleed smarter, plot quieter, and destroy beautifully? What happens when the pawn he sculpted, stops bowing, and starts playing?

He was born to conquer, she was built to run. Their scars collided on asphalt stained with old blood and new desires. Love wasn't in the plans. Destruction was. cover by:- @misanaato

He was built to hurt, and she was made to break. The room still trembled with the aftermath of his words, the silence after them more violent than the shouting had ever been. Arin stood by the window, arms wrapped tight around her like armor, though nothing could shield her from the way his voice had sliced through her. "Don't bring Yejin into this, Arin." Detached. Like she didn't matter. Like she was collateral in a war she didn't start. It was always Yejin. It had always bemen Yejin. The truth sat heavy in her chest, choking. She whispered it aloud, a confession to no one. "But it was never not about her, was it?" He didn't look back when he walked away. His retreat was slow, final. And as the door shut behind him, Arin realized she wasn't standing in a room anymore. She was standing in wreckage. cover by:- @misanaato

She burned for vengeance. He came as a storm-beautiful, ruinous, and untamed. His touch was betrayal itself, warmth steeped in venom. Hatred became her cage; love, the sharpest blade. Nari didn't fall-she dove headfirst into the fire. Every kiss seared her soul, every vow carved deeper. This wasn't a story of redemption. Just Seungcheol and Nari-two broken hearts, clawing for solace in the wreckage they made.

THRONE OF RUIN #1 They pulled away from her past so that it could disappear. He made her the center of his twisted obsession. Yoon Jeonghan-cold, ruthless, untouchable-calls her his enemy but cages her like a possession. She doesn't remember their past, but he never forgot. And now? He won't stop until he owns her. Mind, body, and soul.