𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑽𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑼𝑬𝑻 - 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ✔️ [ 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ] ──── Juan Cruz is 21. Sharp-tongue. Reckless. Addicted to feeling 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. By night, he works in a trendy Chicago nightclub, lost in music, bodies, and fleeting highs. But beneath the surface, he's chasing more than pleasure. He craves control. Pain. The kind only a strong, dominant man can give him. Still, no matter how far he runs . . . his past follows. ──── Carlos Álvarez Triunfador. 29. Feared. Untouchable. They call him 𝘌𝘭 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳. The man who always wins. A Spanish gang leader with a presence that silences rooms and commands loyalty without question. Tall. Powerful. Dangerous. Everything Juan wants. Everything he should avoid. ──── When their worlds collide, desire sparks instantly, raw, magnetic, impossible to ignore. But this isn't just attraction. It's a pull that could either heal Juan's scars . . . or rip them open all over again. ──── Because Carlos doesn't see Juan as just another distraction. From the moment their eyes meet, Juan becomes something more. Something 𝘩𝘪𝘴. And in Carlos' world, once you belong to him, there's no escape. ──── Love and danger blur. Trust becomes a risk. And obsession might be the only thing keeping them alive. Trigger warnings ahead. 18+

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. 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 how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. 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 he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.