Wicked Little Revenge {JoongDunk}

Dunk's life didn't fall apart all at once.
It rotted.

The day his father remarried a woman young enough to be his sister, Dunk learned how quietly a home could become a grave.

She erased his mother with a smile.
Sold her things. Mocked her death.
Drained his father's accounts, his spine, his will.
And treated Dunk like something in the way - something disposable.

When there was nothing left to steal, she vanished.

Cold. Untouched. Unpunished.

Dunk learns the world doesn't punish monsters.
It rewards them.

Until he finds her again.

Beautiful. Untarnished.
On the arm of Joong Archen -
thirty-two, obscenely rich, untouchably powerful.
A man dangerous enough to ruin lives without ever dirtying his hands.

A man she plans to consume next.

So Dunk doesn't chase her.
He aims higher.

He decides to destroy her the only way that will matter.

He will make Joong choose him.
Desire him.
Protect him.
Believe in him.
Ruiner her by loving the wrong person.

He will turn his beauty into a weapon.
His youth into bait.
His grief into leverage.
His rage into strategy.

Because a twenty-two-year-old with nothing left to lose
is the most lethal thing alive.

What Dunk doesn't plan for
is Joong Archen becoming obsessed.

Not infatuated.
Not charmed.

Obsessed in a way that is dark and absolute and violent.

Joong doesn't fall in love.
He consumes.
He cages.
He shields with blood and teeth and devotion.
He worships Dunk like something holy - and something owned.

And when Dunk realizes he didn't just seduce a powerful man
but awakened something twisted, possessive, and irreversible-

it's already far too late.

Because Dunk wanted revenge.
He never meant to break a man who doesn't know how to lose.

And Joong Archen
is not the kind of man you wound
and survive.