「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

I took a kingdom with blood and iron. I did not expect to lose control over a single boy. Elias is nothing. A mute servant with no voice, no power, and no place beyond quiet obedience in a palace ruled by fear. He survives by staying small, by avoiding notice, by never giving anyone a reason to look twice. Until I did. I am not a gentle man. I am King Kazimir, and I do not release what I claim. What began as curiosity became something far more dangerous-an attachment I cannot ignore, and a need I refuse to name. He cannot speak. He cannot fight. He barely understands what I am making of him. Yet I pull him closer, step by step, into a place he was never meant to stand-at my side, under my gaze, and entirely within my control. And I do not let go of what is mine.

The Monster: I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed. You've always belonged to me. You can run, but I live for the chase. You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror. The Haunted: I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world. I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows. And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him. Unedited♡

Caleb Bloom just started college. He's finally away from his abusive father and is ready for his second chance at life. He's determined to be happy and live how he wants, regardless of what those around him say. At least, that's what he likes to think. He is too shy for his own good, his anxiety and worry rule over him with an iron fist, and putting himself out there is impossible with his lacking social skills. He keeps to himself, works his shifts at the book store, attends his classes and goes to the library to study afterwards. His life is simple and comfortable. That is until he needs to take his car in for an oil change and meets Bear, the gorgeous, tattooed beast of a man who also happens to be his mechanic. Calebs whole world shifts on its axis after meeting him and he can only hope its for the better. Book will have mature themes and content.

A Dark Mafia Romance The first time Damien Volkov saw him, the world slowed to a whisper. The boy-no, the young man-stood in the street , books clutched to his chest, dark lashes fluttering as he laughed at something his friend said. A softness surrounded him, something untouched by blood or power. I want him. The thought was immediate, absolute. Damien Volkov was a man who didn't ask. He took. The world bent to his will; cities crumbled at his command. He had killed without hesitation, built an empire on the bones of the weak. Love was nothing but a tool, a weakness he had burned out of himself long ago. His wife, his mistresses, his children-mere obligations. But Luca Ivanov? Luca, with his bright, intelligent eyes and that shy, hesitant smile? Luca, who had no place in Damien's world of blood and brutality? but would He would belong to him.? ---

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

I met a man. He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable. I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together. He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel. Then he sees a crack in my life- and wedges himself in like rot in old wood. One deal. And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence. He doesn't want my heart. He wants control. He won't stop until I'm broken open, and what's left belongs only to him.

Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. [COMPLETE] Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

[ boyxboy ] Noah Summerville is broken when his long forgotten uncle comes to his rescue and takes him to a small town of Alaska in a search of a new life. Then he sees Dylan McKenna with his man bun, thick thighs and intense stare. There is something about this man that makes him think coming to Alaska wasn't such a bad idea after all. However, Noah's demons follow him even as far as the coldest, darkest wilderness. He can't keep up, he's slipping and Dylan is right there in the middle of it all. Dylan McKenna has a motto: never commit and never fall in love. He revels in his solitude... Until a gorgeous, young man ends up as his new employee. He's trying really hard to keep things professional but the draw he feels for him goes beyond mild interest. Soon enough priorities shift, shields come down and truths get exposed. They might survive the harsh winter in Alaska. But will that be enough? Started: May 2024 Finished: December 2024

--- Noah Everly thought teaching at an elite private school in the heart of the city would be an escape-a chance to fade into the background, to quietly exist. But from the moment he stepped into his classroom, he felt it. The heavy, burning gaze of a predator. Kieran Wolfe isn't just another student. He's obsessed. His teacher is his. No one else should look at him. No one else should speak to him. And Noah certainly shouldn't be resisting him. From subtle manipulations to outright stalking, Kieran's obsession knows no bounds. He leaves gifts, invades Noah's space, and watches his every move. When jealousy takes hold, things turn even darker. No one is safe. Not Noah's colleagues. Not his friends. Not even Noah himself. Because Kieran won't stop until Noah realizes the truth. He was never free. He was always Kieran's to own.