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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫

In the iron-fisted world of the Zaveri empire, Yugveer is a predator of pure thunder, a man whose authority is marked by the shattering force of his voice and a temper that thrives in the cold, ruthless shadows. He is a creature who belongs to the dark, but he meets his match in Mishti, a girl who is physically broken by the light yet psychologically paralyzed by the gloom. While her photophobia makes the sun a searing agony, her deepest trauma makes the darkness a terrifying prison, leaving her trapped in a world where every sensory experience is a threat. Their forced proximity is a brutal collision of needs: a man who only knows how to roar is now the sole protector of a woman who collapses at a shout, yet clings to him because she is more afraid of being alone in the blackness. To keep her, the monster must undergo a grueling transformation-learning to stifle his rage and soften his power, becoming the steady, tempered glow that guides his petite "sweetness" through a world that is otherwise too loud and too dark to survive. Let's dive into their world to know more about them.....

Fan-made : The hidden and untold side of the life of the Cursed King, Ryomen Sukuna, during the Golden Age of Heian.

In the high-rise glass towers of Manhattan, souls aren't traded-they're bought. ​Alessia Valli was never meant to be more than a footnote in her father's ledger. But when a debt to the ruthless Dante Moretti goes unpaid, she becomes the collateral. Dante isn't just a billionaire; he's a shark who smells blood in the water. He's cold, calculated, and possesses a darkness that rivals the midnight skyline. ​He wants her broken. She wants her freedom. ​But as the lines between hatred and obsession blur, Alessia realizes that the only thing more dangerous than being his captive is the terrifying realization that she might not want to leave. ​"You were a transaction, Alessia. Don't mistake my touch for mercy." _________________________________________ ​"How much?" ​My voice was a ghost of its former self, echoing off the marble walls of his office. ​Dante didn't look up from his desk. He didn't have to. His presence took up every inch of the room, suffocating and lethal. When he finally leaned back, his eyes-darker than a sin-raked over me with a terrifying, clinical possessiveness. ​"Everything," he whispered, the word a silken threat. "Your name, your breath, your very soul. You don't belong to your father anymore, little bird. You belong to me." ✦ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ✦ʙɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ ✦ғᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏxɪᴍɪᴛʏ