"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and playfully buckles his seatbelt. "Aw, sucks," he drawls, his tone dripping with faux disappointment. "I thought we would make such a cute couple, Cheollie." The engine roars to life as the car starts moving. --- Seungcheol had finally managed to find someone willing to play the role of his fake husband for the family gathering, a desperate attempt to save himself from the constant nagging of his family members who were determined to see him married. But the truth was, Seungcheol couldn't stand Jeonghan.

"I hate you. Every second here makes me hate you more." Jeonghan spat, glaring at the polished man before him. Seungcheol's lips curled into a sinister smile, making Jeonghan gulp. "Good, because love isn't even my style, darling." Seungcheol thrust the food platter in front of Jeonghan. "Eat up; you'll need more energy to hate me." He walked away, closing the door and leaving Jeonghan in darkness once again. What worse could happen than going for a walk the night before your wedding? Jeonghan, heir to a powerful corporation, lived under the protection of his family's wealth. But everything changed when he stumbled upon a gruesome crime committed by Seungcheol, a notorious mafia leader. To keep his secret safe, Seungcheol abducted Jeonghan, dragging him into a world of darkness and danger. Trapped in Seungcheol's underground empire, Jeonghan's hatred for his captor grew, yet he couldn't ignore the twisted connection forming between them. As days turned into weeks, the lines between captor and captive blurred, and an obsessive, dark romance began to unfold. Seungcheol's ruthless nature contrasted with moments of unexpected tenderness, leaving Jeonghan torn between his desire for freedom and a growing, forbidden attraction.

"In your quest to lay claim upon me, my body, my land, and my people, heed this, Seungcheol: my heart shall forever remain an unconquered fortress," Jeonghan declared, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with Seungcheol. "Time shall reveal the truth of your words," Seungcheol retorted, his voice dripping with confidence as he firmly pressed Jeonghan onto the ornate bed, his actions a testament to his determination. With a resounding click, the door was sealed shut, amplifying the echoing protests that reverberated down the grand hallways, a mere backdrop to Seungcheol's smirk as he strode away. --- Emperor Choi Seungcheol of Sel, with ambitions as vast as the horizon, set his sights upon the expansion of his realm, yearning to conquer new territories and peoples. When presented with an opportunity to further his dominion by subjugating the Yoon Empire, Seungcheol seized it without hesitation. Among the spoils of his conquest, the heirs of the Yoon family were offered, and without hesitation, Seungcheol selected Jeonghan. #2 in Jeongcheol #1 in Seoksoo

*Book - 1 Choi Seungcheol, a feared mafia boss, had everything-except Yoon Jeonghan, the gentle florist who unknowingly became his obsession. From the moment Seungcheol saw him, he was consumed by a dark desire to possess him at any cost. Jeonghan, living peacefully, is unaware that his world is about to collide with Seungcheol's dangerous life, triggering a storm that will shake everyone around them. Their union is inevitable, but will it tear them apart-or become their twisted salvation? "You belong to me, Jeonghan. No one else will ever come close." "Maybe I can't escape you, Seungcheol, but I won't let you cage my heart."

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.