Marriage was never supposed to feel like this. Kim Yeri agrees to a marriage she never wanted, tied to a man she barely knows for the sake of expectations, status, and families that already decided her future for her. Park Jay is calm, unreadable, and frustratingly gentle for someone who's supposed to be a stranger. They share a house. A name. A life that doesn't belong to either of them. At first, it's distance. Silence. Obligation. But somewhere between late-night conversations, quiet acts of care, and the loneliness they both hide too well, the lines between pretending and feeling begin to blur. And Yeri starts realizing the most dangerous thing about Jay isn't how easy he is to love - it's how safe he makes her feel. started [ 17/05/2026 ] completed [ 02/08/2026 ]

Two years after the death of Voldemort, Kingsley Shaklebolt announces that the wizarding population has had a significant decrease since the war and to rectify the situation the wizengamot has decided to pass a law that states all unmarried witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 30 will be married and have 3 years to produce a child. When Hermione goes to the ministry for her husband selection, the very last name she expects to see is Draco Malfoy. Also on AO3

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 "𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲."