~"He was just a boy. I was a monster who only knew how to love in ruins."~ ° ° ° ° ° ° Feared by the underworld, mafia boss "Aaryan" hides a secret - a heart that beats only for one person: "Vihaan", an ordinary college student. Aaryan watches him from afar, protects him in the shadows, and collects every smile like a treasure. But obsession has no boundaries. When danger threatens Vihaan, Aaryan steps out of the shadows - not as a savior, but as the possessive lover he never asked for. What happens when love turns into a cage, and the innocent boy becomes the one with all the power? INDIAN BL DARK ROMANCE BXB MAFIA X STUDENT AGE GAP SOFT TOP POWER BOTTOM MATURE CONTENT 🔥 Note: Story will contain A LOT of mature content so....read at your own risk.... enjoy (I guess).... No hate comments...if you don't like the story.... Respectfully leave. [Pictures used are from Pinterest and belong to the rightful owners.] •Short chapters ahead 👀💁‍♀️

Hi long time no see❤️ It not bright this time. Let's try Phuwin Tangsakyuen this time 😂 I'm just a casual fan and honestly I love seeing him with Pond Naravit... but my chaotic brain can't stop pairing him with others too 🤣 After thinking way too long, I'm choosing handsome Joong Archen. Let's see how this goes😅. This is BL cracked couple read with open heart read on your own risk 18 above English error here and there Not relate to the artist at all Only my own imagination

Daotok is a quiet, self-reliant artist still piecing himself back together after a past that left more than just scars. Arthit is a sharp-tongued medical intern known for flings, not feelings. But when their lives unexpectedly intersect, something begins to change-softly, steadily. What starts as wary respect becomes gentle affection... and eventually, something neither of them can deny. (An ArthitDaotok centered fic, fast updates)

Vegas had spent his life trying to prove himself, constantly living in the shadow of expectations and rivalry. Kim was supposed to be just another competitor, another person he had to outdo. But that changed the more time they spent together. Kim wasn't his enemy-he was something entirely different. In Kim, Vegas found a sense of belonging he had never known. For the first time, he didn't feel the need to pretend or fight for approval. With Kim, it wasn't about winning or losing-it was about being himself. Kim wasn't just someone he desired; he was the one who made him feel at peace. He wasn't a rival anymore-he was home.

Kim Khimhant, the outcast Omega son of the powerful Theerapanyakun mafia, lives a dual life as the musician "Wik," but cannot escape his destiny: the violent, obsessive Alpha of the minor family, Vegas Kornwit-his own first cousin and fated mate. Vegas, consumed by a forbidden love, forces Kim to reject their bond after seeing him with another, Porchay, shattering both men. When Kim is later married off politically to the lethal Keng Harit and is presumed dead after an ambush, Vegas finds him alive but suffering from amnesia. Seizing a desperate chance for peace, Vegas takes Kim into hiding, building a family with him and their son, Saint, all under a devastating lie: "You're my husband." Five years later, fate returns for its debt. Kim's appearance in a Bangkok hospital is discovered by Porchay, and the news that "Kim Theerapanyakun is alive" ignites the mafia underworld. Now, the powerful clans stand on the brink of war. Keng Harit is ready to reclaim his prize, and Vegas will kill to protect the life built on his deception. When Kim's memory returns, he must face the man who lied to him, forcing a final, bloody confrontation for a love story written in blood.

shubman : I never thought you will this much attractive under me baby boy ishan : I'm not baby *pout* shubman : your mine baby only mine baby *looking darkly into ishan eyes * boy × boy bl love story Top shubman Bottom ishan

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.

A successful athlete, bitter over a high school rivalry, is forced into a contract marriage with the wealthy science nerd who ruined his life. When an abrupt proposal saves one family, the two rivals must play house. But as a groundbreaking secret threatens to expose their fragile arrangement, the lines between grudges and love quickly blur. "You were the storm I thought I survived, only to find myself drowning in your eyes years later." "The rivalry was the easy part. Pretending not to hate you? That's the real challenge."

As the title says From Compulsion to Love ✨️ A story of love family and happiness ✨️