A story of obsession, possessiveness, and the fine line between love and chaos.

He left without a word, but his absence screamed louder than any goodbye. Five years later, fate whispered: it's time.

Daiki Ito never wanted trouble, but trouble always found him. And this time, it came in the form of Isaac Pavlov-a reckless, obsessive bastard who doesn't understand the word no. Isaac isn't just interested. He's watching, waiting, claiming. There's no escaping someone like him-not when he's already decided that Daiki belongs to him. It's not love. It's not hate. It's something far more dangerous. Obsession. Because once Isaac sinks his teeth in, he never fucking lets go. ------------------- MM dark romance BI / Gay awakening Fighter / Mastermind Enjoy ! <3

Darby Kelby just got a new job at Terminus Penitentiary as a night time guard for the prisoners convicted of serious crimes. When a riot breaks out on his first night of work and he breaks up a fight between rival mafia members, where one, who is the head of the Norse Mafia (Calder Havard) instantly becomes obsessed with him. Darby learns that he is in for a wild ride with his new job and Calder learns that Darby isn't a pushover who he can walk all over. It also doesn't help that they have an odd attraction to each other. Why is it odd? Well because they're both straight men, of course.

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

He joined a marine project to get married. Now he's trapped in the deep, carrying the spawn of a monster. Rei never believed in sirens-until one took him. Vaerion is a siren king, ancient and inhuman, with a voice that shatters steel and blood that rewrites life. His species is dying. Human females can't survive his seed. So he takes Rei strong, fertile and male. Now, beneath miles of pressure and desire, Rei is changing. Into something that can carry life. Something that can breed. But the deeper he sinks, the more he craves the monster who stole him, "You were always meant to be mine." 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚: This story is for mature readers. It explores dark and complex dynamics.

Noah Evans was supposed to be off-limits. A fragile beauty with round glasses, soft lips, and the kind of calm that made people underestimate him. Too pretty. Too composed. Too clever to fall for danger. Levi Knight was danger. A possessive, obsessive devil wrapped in black leather and tattoos. The untouchable Campus King with a dark aura, a filthy mouth, and a terrifying need to claim what wasn't his. From the moment Noah crashed into him, Levi decided. Run, angel. Hide if you can. But you'll still belong to me. Hi cuties 🥰. A New Story filled with Possessiveness, Cuteness and a little bit of spiciness

Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

Camilo Carter is The Doctor of East Hadena, one of the deadliest serial killers the city has ever seen. He's excellent at what he does, with no signs of getting caught any time soon. He thinks he has it all figured out, sees himself as almost bulletproof. He's never slipped up, never come remotely close. Camilo is untouchable. That is, until the really hot lead investigator of his case moves in across the hall. ~ "Perfect," he tells me, tone low. My heart practically stops beating in my chest. "I meant you're perfect." Decari doesn't know. He has no idea how untrue that is, how far off. He doesn't know, and he can't know. He can't ever fucking find out! He just can't, and I'm terrified that if I let this continue any longer... I'll get too comfortable. Too secure. I can never allow myself to doubt his loyalty to the law. If I'm to give in, I need to promise myself that. I take a step forward, and we're so close like this that I can feel the heat of his body. I finally move my gaze up to his eyes, which look a lot darker like this. He is entirely focused on me, and I don't think he even realizes he does it, but his hand drops from my face and finds its way to my hip a moment later. The world seems to disappear as I look into his eyes, deciding to warn him one last time. "You'll change your mind." [WATTYS 2025 WINNER] ~ [WARNINGS: smut, gore, some heavy topics like torture and sexual assault, morally grey characters (the usual)(I mean it's a book about a serial killer..)]

An assassin and a mafia Don. One night, Two results.