Divine. Just the name alone makes the old women at Greater Hope clap their hands and say "that's a good boy." Pastor's son. Golden child. The one who opens the church doors before the sun even thinks about rising. Choir voice so smooth it could make a sinner cry. Med student. Top of his class. Own place. Own money. Never a hair out of line. Never a step out of bounds. Everybody loves Divine. Everybody trusts Divine. Everybody thinks they know Divine. But nobody really does. There's a version of him that doesn't come out during Sunday service. Doesn't show up in any lecture hall. The one that exists in the dark, in the shadows, in the places nobody in his life would ever think to look. The one with urges that don't align with the Word. With secrets, fantasies so dirty they'd need more than holy water to wash clean. The choir boy ain't singing the same song behind closed doors. And the thing about secrets is... they always find a way out.

"What am I to you?" "Everything. And if anyone tries to take you from me I will put them in the fucking ground and sleep next to you on top of it."

Russian Rival vs Volkov heir Dark MM Romance, grumpy/psycho-sunshine, mob-bosses-to-lovers, morally gray men, frighteningly possessive MC. *** BOOK 1: KIDNAPPED BY THE ENEMY BOOK 2: ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A PRINCE BOOK 3: CLAIMED BY THE ENEMY Every book can be read as a standalone, but for better understanding I recommend reading it in the right order.

Arthur Sutter has spent years surviving-through trauma, loneliness, and a condition that causes him to regress into a younger headspace whenever stress, safety, or overwhelming emotions become too much to handle. Keeping people at a distance is easy. Trusting them is not. Then he becomes the assistant to Iris Lockwood, a brilliant and intimidating executive who refuses to be frightened away by his vulnerabilities. What begins as a professional relationship slowly turns into something neither of them expects: friendship, safety, and eventually love. As Arthur learns that being cared for isn't a weakness, and Iris discovers that strength can exist alongside tenderness, the two must navigate workplace boundaries, healing old wounds, and the complicated reality of loving someone in every version of themselves. A slow-burn romance about trust, recovery, found safety, and being loved in every headspace.

For Alpha bodyguard Alex Grant, control was everything - until she met the one person who could unravel her with a single breath. Song Woods was supposed to be a client. Instead, he became her weakness, her chaos, and the only person who made her feel alive.

Warning 18+ Recommended- Very Mature Not for sensitive readers SMUT - Dominant/Submissive Book Thee of series Prism Red: ●Dominant Type: Soft, Corrective & Cognitive • Calm & patient • Gentle yet firm • Guides & improves rather than punishes • Notices mistakes and inefficiencies • Uses intelligence & understanding • Likes submissive to use their mind, think and explain themselves ●Stalker Type: Hunter, Observer & Fixation • Patient & Strategic • Plays the long game • Studies before making contact • Fixation starts as curiosity until it becomes fascination • Obsession • Collects information: Routines, habits & behaviour. • Watches before acting Eli: ●Submissive Type: Soft, Cognitive & Responsive • Master kink • Devoted • Hopeless Romantic • Affectionate • Enjoys feeling cared for • Values reassurance • Emotionally open • Thrives under guidance • Doesn't seek out conflict or attention • Enjoys Calm leadership so he can surrender control • Unknowingly enjoys being prey

Supernatural but make it about: 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣.

" you letting niggas put they hands on you now? "

Cause you give me something familiar 🖤 • "Look, I ain't mean to wake you up. I was just getting my shit and leaving," he said, quickly reaching down to grab his shirt from off of the ground near a fallen lamp. I guess that was what caused the crash earlier. "We don't even have to talk about it, for real," he rushed out. "So, you was just gon' fuck and dip?" My words stopped him in his tracks. "Without sayin' nothin'?" I was lowkey hurt at the realization that he was tryna sneak out of my spot after what we did. "Kofi...we fucked," he whispered the last part guiltily, as if he was afraid to say it out loud. "You're straight. I-" "Obviously, not anymore...after the way I had you screaming last night." . *Spin-off from Waves