Minghao's love for art and Mingyu's dark obsession for him. "You know you shouldn't trust me." Minghao blinked once. "What?" "You heard me." His voice remained calm, almost gentle which somehow made the words heavier. Minghao frowned lightly. "That's a strange thing to say to someone standing in your kitchen at two in the morning." A small huff of amusement escaped Mingyu though his expression never fully softened. "No," he said quietly, "what's strange is that you're here at all." The air shifted. Minghao could feel it immediately. That invisible line tightening between them again. Restriction. Want. Something dangerous sitting carefully beneath every sentence. "You're the only one I could think of that would help me " Minghao admitted before thinking better of it. The moment the words left his mouth, Mingyu's expression changed. Not visibly. Subtly. And whatever flickered across Mingyu's face then-it wasn't normal. "You shouldn't have thought of me," Mingyu said softly. His hand moved then, slowly resting against the counter beside Minghao trapping him there without truly touching him. Close. Too close. "Mingyu-" "I would kill any man without having to bat an eyelid, " he interrupted his voice slightly raised, blurting words out without much thought"if it meant keeping you, so tell me - why should you trust someone like me?" Silence. The words settled heavily between them. Not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Terrifyingly sincere. Minghao stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet breath. "You shouldn't say things like that." "Why?" "Because normal people don't talk that way." Something unreadable passed through Mingyu's eyes. "When have I ever said I was normal?" That was it... the red light- the one that should have set off all of Minghao's sense to stay away, yet all he could say in reply was: "Mingyu..." #book2

"Crown of Thorns" is a visceral exploration of a bond forged in the wreckage of two warring empires. It is a narrative of absolute possession, where the line between a caress and a restraint is blurred by a decade of resentment. In this world, Minghao and Mingyu do not fall in love; they collide like tectonic plates, destroying everything around them until only they remain standing.

#Rule- Don't Fell In Love With Your Target.

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Xu Minghao is a man with a deep passion for fashion. He sees the most attractive man ever at a cafe with a body sculpted by the hands of gods. Though there was only one flaw about the man, he was wearing the most hideous outfit Minghao had ever seen. Read to see how the two slowly connect with each other.

"you just want my crystals too!, dont you!?" "no! i only want you!, I LOVE YOU! YOU! NOT YOUR CRYSTALS"

Gyuhao // OS

Kim Mingyu is the most infuriating man I've ever met. I want to sock the golden boy of college hockey right in the mouth. He enjoys telling me everything I'm messing up. Publicly. And since he's my roommate for the next year, I can't avoid him. Yet there's something about him that makes me watch him. Something dark. A secret I want to uncover. When he returns from a weekend away, broken and haunted, I can't keep my distance anymore. He needs someone and I'll be damned if it's not me. Soon my life no longer revolves around hockey, but the nightmares he's living with. Desperately I want to save him but I can't, only he can save himself. Can I watch him destroy himself as he tries to hold tight to the things that matter or will I be the final hit in the destruction of his life?