"they say ballerinas die twice - once when they take their final bow, and once when the world they danced for disappears." kim sunoo died the first time at sixteen, under the harsh white lights of a hospital ceiling he would never see again, after the accident that took his parents, his sight, and the stage he had spent his entire life chasing. years passed by, but sunoo lived in a world that felt frozen in the moment he lost everything, forced to listen as life continued moving forward without him. until a voice appeared. a presence that stayed even when sunoo gave him every reason to leave.

in which an introverted merman gets swimming lessons from the school's swimming athlete.

desire...that's the one thing that never dies. you desire to destroy the things you love...

jay wants jungwon. so does sunghoon. three egos. two rivalries. one bed. nobody's walking away from this untouched.

in which two drunk strangers decide to get married.

in which jungwon's looking for love; jay's looking for murder-and they'll give each other both.

in which jungwon moves to a dorm, and his roommate happens to be just his type.

in which cruelty becomes a habit- and hate tastes sweeter than love ever could...

in which a smoker and an asthma sufferer cannot stand each other.

"red looks beautiful on you, little prince," jongseong, the prince of the crimson kingdom, murmured, pressing the cold edge of a dagger against his husband's throat. his hand was steady, his smile cruel. he wanted nothing more than to be the one who ended the vampire's life. but jungwon only grinned - wide, defiant, dimples showing - as if the threat against his life was nothing but a game. he knew the grin infuriated the alpha. and that's exactly why he did it. "what's wrong?" jungwon taunted softly, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. "can't kill me yet?" jongseong's teeth ground together, the muscles in his jaw tight with rage. "don't be so impatient, little prince," he snarled. "your time will come. i'll make sure of that." another mocking chuckle slipped from jungwon's lips. that sound - once so precious, once a melody jongseong would have died to hear - now made his blood boil. those dimples, that softness - all lies. all things he despised now. "you're getting ahead of yourself" jungwon said lazily, voice thick with disdain. then, in a blink, his smile disappeared. his eyes - once warm, now cold as ice - darkened into something terrifying. rage. hate. a hatred so deep it seemed to echo through the empty halls. before jongseong could react, jungwon shoved him back - hard - until the werewolf was the one pinned against the wall, the dagger now turned against him. the tables had turned. the hunter had become the hunted. "you know the truth, don't you?" jungwon whispered, his breath ghosting against jongseong's skin. "you know you can't kill me." he pressed the blade harder - just enough to draw a single bead of blood. a reminder. "i will be the one to take your life," jungwon vowed, voice low and venomous. "and until that day comes..." his lips brushed jongseong's ear, words soaked in promise. "i will make your life a living hell."