「 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. ─────────────────

I took a kingdom with blood and iron. I did not expect to lose control over a single boy. Elias is nothing. A mute servant with no voice, no power, and no place beyond quiet obedience in a palace ruled by fear. He survives by staying small, by avoiding notice, by never giving anyone a reason to look twice. Until I did. I am not a gentle man. I am King Kazimir, and I do not release what I claim. What began as curiosity became something far more dangerous-an attachment I cannot ignore, and a need I refuse to name. He cannot speak. He cannot fight. He barely understands what I am making of him. Yet I pull him closer, step by step, into a place he was never meant to stand-at my side, under my gaze, and entirely within my control. And I do not let go of what is mine.