「 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨」 ❝You like being hunted, don't you, little thing? Knowing every fucking breath you take makes me want to pin you down and fuck you right there.❞ ───────────────── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie. A prestigious Parisian college for the rich and powerful. Cyril is none of those things. He's poor, painfully shy and far too soft. Just the scholarship student everyone overlooks. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Roses with no sender and handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing, exactly who he's talking to, and exactly when he's alone. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears, and the monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like this isn't the beginning, but something that started long before Cyril ever noticed. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion with masked faces, and a Halloween "party" that feels more like a trap. Obsession has a name. And it's coming for him. ─────────────────

"What if the person you loved belonged to another century?" In the cold halls of 19th century Scotland, some encounters feel like destiny... and some feel like a mistake time will someday correct.

𝗞𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁 has always believed Neelkanth Rawat is nothing more than his best friend. The possessive bastard who gets jealous too easily. The hothead who starts fights over nothing. The boy who's always somewhere behind him. Kahan has never asked why. He thinks it's childish. For he doesn't know how far that quiet, childish possessiveness can go. That he was 𝗵𝗶𝘀. Even if it 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝.

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯: 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫🖤 [𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐱𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞] One reckless night. One dangerous man. And Aarav's entire life changed forever. When 22-year-old 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚, tired of his toxic home and his father's constant hatred, goes to a club to escape reality, he never expects to end up in the bed of 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, the cold, ruthless 26-year-old underworld boss of the powerful Rathore Mafia Syndicate. What was supposed to be just a one-night stand turns into a dangerous obsession when Rudransh discovers that Aarav is the son of the man who owes a massive debt to his empire. Now trapped in Rudransh's luxurious world, Aarav must survive the dark possessiveness of a mafia husband who doesn't ask... he claims. While Rudransh, who never believed in love or attachment, finds himself unable to let go of the calm, mature boy who quietly challenges his control. In a world full of blood, power, and secrets... Can a gentle heart survive the mafia's ruthless grip? Or will the devil fall for the one thing he was never supposed to want? A story of raw desire, painful pasts, fierce possessiveness, and unexpected love.

It's a BL Love story with a little bit of darkness inside 💠 ( It's My Original Work Not A Fanfiction) _________________________________________ A marriage he couldn't remember, a person he couldn't place in his mind, and an unspoken bond that would shackle him in ways he never imagined. His indifference to love was shattered in one reckless moment, and suddenly, he was caught in a web of obsession that was slowly suffocating him. •••••••• "You think you can run away from me?" The voice was dark, dripping with menace. The man moved closer, his breath hot against Vishal's ear. "After everything that happened that night in that hotel... you're dreaming." Vishal barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, the impact stunning him. His breath hitched, but the man's gaze never wavered-intense, unwavering, as if he owned him completely. His hands gripped Vishal's wrists, pinning him in place. Vishal struggled, but the man was relentless. The cold, calculating intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Vishal's spine. His will to resist was slipping away, crushed under the weight of the promise in the man's voice. The man's lips brushed against his ear, a final whisper that made Vishal's blood run cold. "I won't divorce you. Not in this life. Not in any other life." ( Coming soon ) ___ Boxer/Doctor X Russian Mafia Enemies To Lovers Contract Marriage Drama x Humour Revenge Sunshine meets Mr Grumpy Possessive lover Bl ( Boy's love)

•THE POSSESSION I thought it was over. I thought that I finally got rid of him. For good. New place, new life, new people. That's what they say. No one told me my nightmare was waiting for me there, ready to drag me back to his hell with open arms. Gray eyes that shine ominously at the sight of my tears. A gaze so hungry for my pain and a soul that feeds on my fear. He refuses to let me go, and my begging only makes him hungrier for more. Killian Voss. My tormentor, my tamer, and my own, personal monster. I have to run away. The only problem? My monster loves to chase. •THE OWNER Mine. Since the moment I set sight on those eyes that radiated with life, I knew I wanted to ruin them. I knew I wanted to break him till he was nothing but my property. A little doll I own. He approached me with a smile that day. A smile I decided only belongs to me. And if keeping it for myself meant shattering it along the way, then so be it. Because he looks so beautiful when he cries too. Chained Heart is a dark MM romance about a boy who thought he was finally rid of his tormentor, only for that tormentor to follow him into his completely new life at Ellington's University. Chained Heart is book No.1 in the Keyless Chains series which is a series of interconnected MM standalones. No book should be read prior to this one. Marked mature for sexual scenes (Smut/Spice) and for violent/bloody scenes. For a more detailed list check out the author's note for TW. It's right before the first chapter. All rights reserved to me, Prettywildd. HAPPY READING! XOXO <3

𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 # 𝟏 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 💜 ✧· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·✧ Avinash Vora has always been the steady one. Who shows up without being asked, who carried everyone else's pain like they were his own. But beneath the composure lives a boy who has been keeping the most dangerous secret of his life - one that has no name and absolutely no business existing between best friends. Varun Menon was never supposed to feel this way. Charming, guarded and devastatingly composed, he had spent years convincing the world - and himself - that he was untouchable. He swore to never love again, but somewhere between childhood and now, his best friend became the one exception. They have been each other's constants for over a decade. Through heartbreak, ambition, grief and the beautiful chaos of growing up. What they have always called friendship, has been quietly becoming something neither of them has the courage to say out loud. But loving each other was never the hardest part. It was what came after. The secrets that surfaced. The hands that pull them apart and the price that someone else has already decided they should pay. They didn't choose this. But they could not outrun it either. Years later when fate finally brings them together - will what they had built be strong enough to survive what it cost them ? ✧· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·✧ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🫶 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 🎵

"That's it, hardening up for daddy. What a good boy." I grunted, moaning and tipping my head back. "Let's pull it out," he mused. "Oh... someone's excited today, isn't he?" "No," I choked. "Liar." He chuckled, pulling his hand up and down my length. I groaned. "We can't." "Shhhh..." he cooed, "no talking. But once you're ready to scream my name, feel free." "Scream your...?" He flicked on a lighter, gently lowering it to my cock. It didn't even touch my skin. I screamed out, "WOLF! WOLF! WAIT! WAIT!" "See?" he said, grinning. "Like that." ~~~~~ We used to be childhood friends, he took care of me, avenged me, protected me. And the day I graduated, I forgot him. And he wasn't happy about that. While I spent my days, not able to recall my childhood friend, while I didn't recognize his face or his voice. He grew insane... and then he started plotting. Plotting to destroy me, to hurt me, to burn me. If there's one thing I should've learned, Don't tempt the punisher. Because he loves to make you scream. ***this is a malexmale romance***