ORBIT is the biggest boyband in Asia. Hyunjae, the leader, is cold precision and a resting glare, except when Minseo, the maknae, drapes himself over his shoulders, steals his food, and grabs his jaw under stadium lights while 80,000 people scream. The fans have a name for it: HyunMin. The company encourages it. And Hyunjae has spent three years counting every smile (847), every touch, every second Minseo's hand stays longer than choreography requires. Minseo has spent three years performing the shameless flirt so perfectly that nobody sees the person who sits in silence at 3 AM, who writes love songs under a pseudonym, who touches his collarbone scar when he wants something he thinks he shouldn't. They are so obvious that nobody suspects them. Then a reality show camera catches 3 seconds they didn't plan, Minseo's hand in Hyunjae's hair, Hyunjae leaning in, the cut to black. The company spins "brotherly affection." The fans analyze and ship and move on. But Hyunjae and Minseo are left hyper-aware: of every glance, every whisper, every time their fingers tangle under the table. The excuses get thinner. The touches get deliberate. And the stage, the only place they've ever been honest, becomes the place where everything finally surfaces. Because the fans think the jaw grab is for them. It's only ever been for two.

Copyrighted 2020 **Book 1 in the Darkness Series!** **Completed!** *Under construction* There was a creature locked away miles beneath the stone streets of Deshua, Oregon. A monster with the body of a man, jet black eyes of a soulless demon, and even darker feather wings cascading from its back. Those foolish enough to believe its unnatural, ethereal beauty would call it a fallen angel. The immortals who inhabited the town knew better. They knew to call it daemonium-demon. Forced asleep by a council who believed in the greater good, many revered the monster. Yet the town's eternal population was torn in two. Half awaited the day for the foretold cursed soul to come and resurrect their lord and the other half feared it just as much. And guess who got to be that lucky bitch. *No love triangle* -&- **WARNING** This book WILL have mature, adult content! Please be aware of this before reading. If you are under the age of 17, DO NOT READ. If you can not handle mature scenes DO NOT READ. You have been warned.

They've hidden for ten years. They have fourteen days left. Daemon Ashford has ruled Valdris for five years as the Winter King untouchable, cold, and utterly alone. But behind locked doors, he's someone else entirely: a man willing to kneel for Cassian Vale, the golden haired Duke who's been his secret for a decade. That secret just became a weapon. When a blackmail letter arrives with a sketch of Daemon's submission captured in charcoal, the countdown begins. Fourteen days to publicly confess what he is, or watch the kingdom tear itself apart. Worse, his uncle Marcus a man obsessed with "moral purity" and hungry for power is waiting for exactly this moment to strike. But Daemon isn't the only one with something to lose. Cassian has spent ten years loving a king he can only touch in darkness. Elena, his sister, just got kidnapped. And a family secret one buried so deep it could topple thrones is about to explode into daylight. Then there's Elara: a princess from Montvale sent to marry Daemon as part of a political alliance. Except Elara has her own forbidden love, her own dangerous secrets, and zero interest in playing the role of a dutiful wife. She sees exactly what Daemon is, and instead of exposing him, she offers something radical a partnership. Together, they'll burn the kingdom to ash and rebuild it in their image. But first, they have to survive Marcus's coup. A conspiracy buried in church doctrine and religious law. A man driven mad by grief and righteousness. A revolution that will cost them everything and demand they become something harder, darker, and infinitely more dangerous. Daemon must choose: hide forever, or burn the world. And Cassian must decide if love is worth dying for or if watching the man he loves destroy himself is a slower death than execution.

Book 1 Kai Ainsley has been seeing things in mirrors for three weeks. Not clearly - just flickers. Silver. Gone before he can focus. He tells himself it's grief. It's exhaustion. It's the particular cruelty of losing his parents and being dragged back to the one town his older brother has always been afraid of. Then they arrive at the manor, and the flickers stop being flickers. There is a boy in the mirror. Pale, sharp-featured, silver-eyed, and utterly still - watching Kai with the focused patience of something that has been waiting for a very long time. His name is Lucien. He is not alive in any conventional sense. And according to a journal hidden in the attic since 1823, Kai is not the first person in his bloodline to see him. He won't be the last, either. Not unless something changes. Lucien has been trapped between worlds for two centuries, bound by a curse built from magic that belonged to a previous version of Kai - a warlock who loved him, lost him, and made the worst possible decision trying to fix it. Now the rules are clear and brutal: Lucien can only appear when Kai is alone. He can only speak when Kai remembers. He can only touch him once Kai chooses. Three rules. Each one a slow devastation. As Kai unravels the legacy that binds them - through dreams that feel more like memories, a town with a long and deliberate history, and friends who see more than they should - he begins to understand that the curse isn't just about the past. It's feeding on something. And if this lifetime ends like all the others, there may not be another chance. But choosing Lucien means remembering everything the original Kai did. And some truths, once held, cannot be put down. Darkness Unseen is a slow-burn supernatural romance with gothic atmosphere, dual perspectives, and a connection that refuses to stay dead. Book One of the Darkness Series.