The Boy In Pink

The Boy In Pink

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Parth Omkar had everything money could buy-power, fear, loyalty, even people. Then he met Roop, a soft boy with innocent eyes, pink sweaters, and a smile warm enough to ruin a dangerous man forever. What begins as an obsession quickly becomes something far more terrifying for Parth: love. Because no amount of wealth can force Roop to stay, and for the first time in his life, Parth must learn that hearts are not conquered the way empires are. But can a man feared by the world ever become gentle enough for someone like Roop? ⚠ Mature Warning: This story contains mature themes, emotional intensity, violence, possessive behavior, trauma, supernatural elements, and romantic scenes intended for mature readers. Genre: BL / Boy Love CEO Romance Fantasy Romance Supernatural Romance Action Fantasy Emotional Drama Mythological Fantasy Gen Z Fast-Paced Romance
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'Mr. Gue... Guevarra,' I stuttered. I felt a sudden, heavy presence behind me while I was frantically shoving my notebooks into my bag for the next class. "Why the rush, Nathan?" he murmured. He leaned in, his lips grazing my earlobe as his nose lingered against the sensitive skin of my neck. His hot breath sent a jolt through me, intoxicating my senses. I gripped the edge of the desk, trying my hardest to steady my composure and keep my breathing even. But it was a losing battle; a soft, traitorous moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I heard him chuckle-a low, vibrating sound that resonated against my back. He gently placed his hand on my waist, pulling me just an inch closer to him. "Nathan," he said, his voice dropping into a husky, dangerous register. It was a tone full of lust, but beneath that, I could still hear the care and love he tried to hide. "You... you don't know what kind of beast you've run into."

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