In a city torn by war, fearless journalist Clara Hart captures chaos through her lens—until a hidden landmine nearly kills her. Ethan Cross, a skilled bomb disposal expert, saves her life, igniting a spark neither expected. Amid explosions, betrayal, and loss, survival is their first priority—but passion is unavoidable. Can love survive the battlefield, or will war claim more than just their hearts?

To the elite of Manhattan, Seraphina Vance is a gorgeous, wild heiress who walks through life breaking hearts and tearing down anyone who dares to cross her. But when she targets Rhett Sterling—the notoriously cold-hearted tycoon—she thinks she’s finally found a toy worthy of her time. The bet is simple: make the untouchable billionaire fall in love with her in ninety days. Armed with nothing but a sinful smile and lethal charm, Seraphina initiates a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Yet, with every step she takes into his orbit, the silver smoke around him grows thick with danger, and the boundaries between hunter and prey begin to blur. What Seraphina fails to realize is that this isn't their first meeting. Back in high school, an anonymous boy used to leave her bouquets of baby's breath every single day. Seven years later, that broken boy has returned as a savage king, and he has no intention of playing the silent background character anymore. This time, he’s going to lock her in his empire and make her entirely, exclusively his.

Lucien transmigrates into a billionaire CEO novel. As who? The fake young master. The disposable pawn. The guy the author throws away by chapter three. Honestly, he’s prepared for this. He’s read enough transmigration novels to know how it goes: either you wake up early enough to sabotage the real heir before the plot even starts, or you arrive during the climax and go down in spectacular, messy fashion. Lucien opens his eyes. He’s on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic. The story is already over. He’s been exposed, disowned, and shipped overseas to quietly disappear. …Great. Fantastic. It gets worse. His English is atrocious. Not technically — academically, he’s fine. But the second he has to speak out loud, his brain short-circuits into French or Chinese. He can’t even ask for extra napkins without sounding like a malfunctioning GPS. Then there’s Leon Bolton. Leon Bolton, WK's star fighter, three-time intercollegiate heavyweight champion. Campus legend says he could knock out a charging bull with one punch. Lucien hears all this in the dining hall while eating fries and goes, “So basically… North American martial arts master.” That same night, Leon has him pinned against a floor-to-ceiling window — all two meters of muscle wrapped around Lucien like he’s some rare, fragile thing built to break pretty. Lucien is red-faced, furious, half crying while kicking at Leon’s jaw. “Get off me! Go use that farm-boy strength on somebody else!” Leon catches his ankle easily. Then lowers his mouth to the arch of Lucien’s feet and kisses it slow. Unhurried. Like he has nowhere else to be. A laugh rumbles low in his chest. “Baby,” Leon murmurs, lazy and devastating. “Be good.” Notes: Heavily inspired by transmigration tropes, except the original plot barely matters after chapter two. This is really just a college campus romance about two idiots falling catastrophically in love despite a disastrous language barrier. Lucien eventually passes his English exam. Mostly because Leon refuses to stop talking filthy in his ear, and survival instincts kicked in. The fights are hot. The yearning is mutual. And according to Lucien, the crying during sex is “not my fault, okay? He’s just built unfairly.”

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

One night of drunken blurred lines, Willow Avery surrendered herself to the one man she was forbidden to touch. Now, she’s trembling in his clinic as Julian Kingston—the city’s most brilliant and enigmatic physician—presses his cool fingers against her pulse. He doesn't just diagnose her fever; he unravels her secrets. Forced by family duty to move into his private penthouse, Willow finds herself trapped in the lion’s den. To the world, he is her respected "Uncle." Behind closed doors, he is the predator who knows exactly how to make her pulse race.

Enemies to Lovers｜Forced Proximity｜Age Gap｜ HE｜ Both equally strong "Younger aggressive crybaby top × older even more aggressive bottom." On the very first day they met, Lucian threw a fit of his typical young-master temper, only to be pinned to the floor and beaten by Sebastian. After the dust settled, Sebastian wiped his hands clean. "Have dinner ready in half an hour, or the beating continues." Lucian sobbed his way through the cooking, dumping a pound of salt into the steak. Later, Lucian tried to get revenge by drugging him, but it only caused Sebastian’s old back injury to flare up. He couldn't move, let alone use the bathroom. Lucian ended up kneeling by the bed to serve him, crying even harder than the man in pain. Further down the road— Lucian: "I’ve seen every inch of you by now. We’re the closest people in the world." Sebastian: "A hired nurse could have seen just as much." Lucian hugged him, his eyes reddening. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be your nurse forever." Sebastian looked down at the hand surreptitiously wandering around his waist and let out a cold sneer. "If that hand doesn't behave, I’ll break the other one too." Lucian was the definition of a spoiled heir—until his father’s empire crumbled overnight in Celaya, leaving him with nothing but a suitcase and a cold, sharp-tongued guardian in Crestmont. Sebastian, a high-stakes attorney with a disciplined life and a hidden past, wasn't about to play babysitter. On their first day, Lucian's temper flared, and Sebastian answered with a lesson the boy wouldn't forget. In this house, there are rules. Break them, and you’ll pay. But as Lucian learns to cook, clean, and cry in Sebastian’s shadow, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. He’s a crybaby in the kitchen, but a predator in the making.

"Fifty million dollars and this estate. Sign the papers and disappear." Seren Thorne couldn't believe her luck. In her past life, she was a legendary Oracle, a master of the mystic arts who died of starvation due to a brutal poverty curse. Now, she had transmigrated into the body of a pathetic, obsessed socialite in a cliché romance novel. To her, the cold-blooded billionaire Alaric Vane wasn't a husband—he was a massive, walking ATM. She couldn't wait to grab the cash and hire a dozen handsome models to enjoy her new life. But just as she flashed him a tearful, "heartbroken" smile, Alaric froze. He could hear it. A voice as clear as day, screaming inside her head: [Sign the damn papers, you arrogant statue! I’ve got fifty million waiting and a yacht full of young hotties to meet!] Alaric narrowed his eyes. This "obsessed" wife of his wasn't just different—she was a sharp-tongued mystic who saw him as nothing but a payday. He slowly tore the divorce papers to shreds, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. "The divorce is canceled, Seren. And as for those 'young hotties'... over my dead body." She predicts the future; he reads her mind. In this game of secrets, who will surrender first?

Asher was the undisputed king of Riverdale Prep. A future top-tier Alpha, he had it all: the looks, the lead in the varsity standings, and a streak of academic brilliance that no one could touch. Or so he thought. When Sebastian, his childhood rival and the only person he ever truly loathed, transfers back to town, Asher’s world tilts. Sebastian isn't just back—he's faster, smarter, and has already presented as a dominant Alpha, stealing Asher’s spotlight in a heartbeat. Determined to reclaim his throne, Asher pushes himself to the limit, only for nature to play the ultimate prank. In the heat of their fiercest confrontation, Asher doesn't just lose his cool—he presents. But not as the Alpha he was promised to be. He’s an Omega, and the only scent that can keep his new, agonizing cravings at bay belongs to the one man he swore to hate forever.

Julian Hale has three rules for surviving his internship at Apex Capital: Don't make eye contact with Samuel Frost. Don't let him see you break. And never, under any circumstances, let him find out about the online account. Six brutal weeks under New York's most ruthlessly brilliant Managing Director have left Julian one rejection away from a complete collapse. The man is a walking glacier—ice-cold eyes, a voice like cut glass, and a standard so impossibly high that even Julian's best work comes back marked "redo." Not a single word of praise. Not once. So Julian does what any sensible, sleep-deprived intern would do. He buys a skirt. It starts as stress relief—posting anonymous femboy content online, face always hidden, just his slender frame and the quietly fierce energy of someone who's been told he's not enough one too many times. He never expects it to take off. Within months, Julian's faceless alter ego has hundreds of thousands of followers, and the internet has decided he and the mysterious, never-shows-his-face creator known only as "Orca" are endgame. Julian despises Orca. Not because he isn't magnetic, or commanding, or infuriatingly compelling in every post—but because he's a carbon copy of Samuel. Same cold authority. Same effortless dominance. Same air of absolute, devastating control. When Orca DMs him about a collab, Julian says yes out of pure spite—and proceeds to spend every session venting about his terrible boss without ever using his name. Then, slowly, Samuel begins to change. He stays after hours to guide Julian through an impossible project, steady and patient. He appears on the rooftop when Julian is silently falling apart, sliding his handkerchief across without a word. And at the victory dinner celebrating the hardest deal Julian has ever worked on, Samuel reaches over in front of the entire team, cups Julian's head in one warm hand, and says quietly: "Good boy. You did really well." Julian falls. Hard. Hopelessly. Fast. Everything is finally falling into place—until a work errand sends Julian into Samuel's private wardrobe. An entire wall of suits in Orca's exact signature style. And a stack of unopened packages, all still tagged, all in Julian's precise size. Samuel Frost has been Orca all along. And he has known exactly who Julian was from the very beginning.

On the night her husband should have been away, Vivian Hale ends up in the arms of a man who looks exactly like him. For three years, Adrian Cross never touched her. Never wanted children. Never looked at her scarred body with desire. But his “double” does. What begins as suspicion soon turns into a devastating truth: her husband hired another man to take his place while he spent his nights with his young mistress. Humiliated and heartbroken, Vivian decides to play along. If Adrian wants deception, she’ll give him the perfect lie. If he wants freedom, she’ll take everything before she leaves. But the dangerous twin standing in the shadows was never supposed to fall for her. And Vivian was never supposed to discover that the wrong man might be the only one who truly loves her. Secrets. Obsession. Betrayal. And a baby that could destroy them all.