We both need each other

We both need each other

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Heaven is home to the Angels - pure, kind and full of light. Hell belongs to the Devils - powerful, dark and feared everywhere. Banished from Heaven with no memories and no powers, Dunk wanders into the forbidden lands of Hell-where he unexpectedly saves Bright, one of the strongest devils alive. Instead of killing him, the devil offers him something he's never had before. "Why... why are you helping me?" Dunk whispers. Bright only smiles. "Because you're family now." Thrown into a home ruled by fire and shadow, Dunk discovers that devils are nothing like the stories he was told. Especially Joong-the cold, feared eldest son whose eyes follow him a little too closely. "You shouldn't trust me," Joong warns. Dunk's heart trembles. "I don't... but I want to." In a world where angels should fear devils, Dunk finds himself slowly healing- and melting the heart of the one devil who never lets anyone close.
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The office lights hummed softly, long after most had gone home. Dunk leaned lazily against his desk, his tie loosened, laughter slipping from his lips as Ryu whispered something teasing in his ear. He didn't notice the shadow standing at the far end of the corridor, eyes burning with quiet possession. Joong's gaze never wavered. Dunk could flirt all he wanted,but sooner or later, he would learn who he belonged to. Across the city, another kind of storm raged. Phuwin's hands trembled as he clutched the edge of the dinner table, Pond's voice cutting sharp through the silence. Accusations, jealousy, demands... each word was a chain tightening around his throat. Yet when Pond's hand slammed against the wall beside his face, when his breath came hot and ragged against Phuwin's skin, Phuwin hated himself for the way his heart still pounded for him. Love and hate blurred until there was nothing left but fire. And so their stories began... A flirt too careless, a boss too possessive. A marriage too toxic, a love too forbidden. Four hearts colliding in a game where desire was dangerous, and obsession was everything.

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