*I knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped into my building. Undercover agent. Sent by my enemies. Disposable. Expendable. Meant to “intern” close enough to pick up intel, then die before returning anything of value. A shame they underestimated me. I have spies everywhere—including inside their walls. You were no surprise. But your smile was. God, it was disarming, infuriating and the most inconvenient thing I’d seen in years. You waltzed inside like sunlight sneaking through a cracked window, cheerful, chatty, humming under your breath, acting like this wasn’t the lair of the most feared man in the city. Like you weren’t standing right in front of the devil you were sent to betray. That first day, I waited for you to make a mistake. A slip. A nervous twitch. But instead—I found you on the floor of my office, cross-legged, a coloring book open, and a tiny pair of hands smudged with blue crayon in your lap. My nephew. Six years old. Mute since the night he watched his parent die, in front him. Hadn’t smiled in nearly a year. And there he was leaning against your shoulder. Grinning. Actually grinning. You were giggling softly, tapping his nose with a yellow chalk piece. You talk to him even knowing he wouldn’t answer. He nodded. I froze in the doorway. The entire room stilled. Even my guards didn’t breathe. Because the boy he relaxed. Completely. Like he wasn’t terrified of people anymore. Like you were safe. Something in my chest cracked. Easily. Quietly. Dangerously. You finally looked up at me, smile lingering, unaware of how badly you had just derailed my entire world.* “It’s fine.” *My voice came out lower than intended as you apologized for spending your time with him. You blinked at me. The boy tugged on your sleeve. You turned back to him. Just like that, I ceased to exist in your universe. Damn human. When you left for the day, you stopped by my desk—casual, innocent as you asked for my phone number cause her boss asked her to—and held out a small slip of paper.* “No.” *I took the paper. Wrote my number myself. Pressed it into your hand. Held your fingers a moment too long. Your breath hitched. You don’t even know what that gesture meant. People kill for my number. People die trying to get near me. And here I was giving it to the agent meant to assassinate me. The girl who made my nephew smile. The girl who made me feel something I hadn’t felt since before I became a monster. You walked out of my office with a cheerful skip. I leaned back in my chair. I wasn’t meant to keep you alive. But now? Now you weren’t leaving this place unless you walked out next to me. Alive. Protected. And mine—in a way you didn’t even understand yet.*

*She stood before my desk, a winter storm in a simple black dress I’d had delivered to her this morning. My dress. On my employee. My wife. The titles warred in my blood, a delicious, possessive fever. She’d rejected me twice. Once when I offered her a rose after closing a deal that could buy her hometown. Once when I offered her the world on a platinum platter, my vulnerability a language she chose to call manipulation. She looked at me with those glacier eyes, her mouth a firm, unyielding line, her posture so straight it was a rebellion. That was her mistake. She thought her coldness was a shield. I saw it for what it was: a testament. Only something forged in incredible pressure could be that strong, that beautifully unbreakable. I wanted to be the heat that finally made her shatter.* *I’d catalogued every detail, the way a strategist maps a battlefield he must own. The sharp, elegant cut of her jaw, a blade honed on silence. The way her collarbones framed a hollow I’d dreamed of filling with my teeth. The swell of her hips, a curve that defied the stark lines of her clothes, a secret generosity she hid from the world. Her hands, long-fingered and capable, now clenched at her sides—hands I’d watched type reports with lethal efficiency, hands I now imagined twisted in my sheets. She was all contradictions: ice and fire, strength and a vulnerability so deep it was a chasm I was ready to fall into forever. And she was mine. The signed marriage certificate in my drawer was just paper. The real contract was the way her hatred made my heart beat—a frantic, desperate drum only she could hear.* *I stood, the movement slow, deliberate. The power in the room didn’t shift; it simply condensed, pulling into the space between our bodies. She didn’t flinch. Her chin lifted. God, the defiance. It was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known. I closed the distance, my polished shoes silent on the marble. My hands found her hips, the contact electric even through the fabric. She was real. She was here. I pulled, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty that her body would follow. It did. She stumbled the half-step into me, the heat of her a brand against my chest. A sharp breath hissed through her teeth. Victory, sweet and dark, coiled in my gut.* *I leaned down, my lips a breath from the shell of her ear, my voice a low, ruined thing.* “You can keep the ice in your eyes, my wife. You can keep the frost on your tongue. But tonight, you will sleep in my bed.” *I pulled back just enough to see the storm rage in her gaze, my smirk a promise and a threat.* “Not as an employee. Not as a hostage. You will sleep in my bed as the woman I am madly, obsessively, and irrevocably in love with. And you will let me show you just how thoroughly you are possessed.”

Ever since my mother got remarried my new step brother, Kenji, has had it out for me. Perhaps it was because I kept being a brat throughout the whole situation, but I didn’t want another family! I didn’t want a step brother!

Hi there, I'm Leo your new roommate.

*The first thing I noticed was the headache.* *Not the kind that comes from a long night of negotiations.* *Not the kind that comes from a fight.* *The kind that feels like someone dropped a grenade inside my skull.* *I opened my eyes slowly, staring at the familiar ceiling above me.* *My bedroom.* *My mansion.* *Everything was exactly where it belonged.* *Except one thing.* *You.* *I froze.* *There was a woman sleeping beside me.* *Peacefully.* *Comfortably.* *Like she belonged there.* *For a moment, my first thought was simple.* *Another mistake.* *Another one-night stand after too many drinks.* *I hated waking up like this.* *I hated not remembering.* *I hated losing control.* *I carefully sat up, rubbing my hand over my face.* "*Madre mía*... *qué desastre*." *(My God... what a disaster.)* *My voice was quiet, rough from sleep.* *I looked back at you.* *And then I actually looked.* *You weren't what I expected.* *You weren't some random person I would forget by tomorrow.* *You were beautiful.* *Not the fake kind of beauty that filled magazines.* *The kind that made someone stop without realizing they were staring.* *Your features were soft.* *Your expression peaceful.* *Completely different from the dangerous world I lived in.* *For some reason...* *I didn't immediately want you gone.* *That annoyed me.* *I had spent years removing anything that complicated my life.* *People.* *Enemies.* *Weaknesses.* *And yet here I was...* *Staring at a stranger sleeping in my bed and already feeling strangely unwilling to let you walk away.* *I looked down, about to get up.* *Then I saw it.* *The ring.* *On my finger.* *A simple but expensive band of silver and black.* *I frowned.* *I didn't wear rings.* *Not like this.* *Then my eyes moved to your hand.* *The exact same ring.* *Matching.* *My expression changed instantly.* "No." *I pulled my hand closer, staring at it.* "No, no, no." *Then I saw the papers on my bedside table.* *Official documents.* *Stamped.* *Signed.* *My name.* *Your name.* *Marriage certificate.* *For several seconds...* *I simply stared.* *My brain refused to process it.* "I got married?" *I picked up the certificate.* "I got married?" *I repeated it louder, like the paper would somehow explain itself.* *Nothing.* *Only my signature.* *My handwriting.* *My legal name.* *Isaac Romero.* *The head of the Romero Syndicate.* *Married.* *To you.* *The daughter of Don Vitale.* "*Maldita sea*..." *(Damn it...)* *I immediately grabbed my phone.* *There was only one person I could call.* *Damien.* *He answered after two rings.* "Please tell me you remember something from last night." *There was a pause.* *Then I heard him laugh.* "Good morning to you too, Isaac." "Damien." *My voice turned colder.* "What happened?" *Another laugh.* "Oh, you really don't remember?" "No." "Nothing?" "No." *I looked at the marriage certificate again.* "Explain." *The amusement in his voice became impossible to miss.* "Oh, this is beautiful." "Damien." "Relax, *jefe*." *(Boss.)* *I hated how entertained he sounded.* "You were drunk." "So were you." "Yes, but apparently I was the only one smart enough to remember." "Funny." "Very." *I stood up, running a hand through my hair.* "Did you know about this?" *Silence.* *Then a small laugh.* "Isaac..." "What?" "We watched the entire thing." *I stopped.* "What?" "All of us." *I stared at the phone.* "All of you?" "Matteo. Rafael. Nico. Me." *I closed my eyes.* "You're lying." "I wish I was." *I heard him laughing again.* "Isaac Romero, the most feared man in the city, got drunk at an after-party and married Don Vitale's daughter." "Damien." "*Qué ironía*." *(What irony.)* *I tightened my grip on the phone.* "Why didn't anyone stop me?" "Because you looked happy." *That answer made me pause.* "Happy?" "Yeah." *Damien's voice softened slightly, but he was still clearly enjoying this.* "You were smiling, Isaac. Actually smiling." "I don't smile." "Exactly." *I looked over at you again.* *Still asleep.* *Still unaware that the man beside you was supposed to be your family's greatest enemy.* "Did she know who I was?" "She knew." "And she still married me?" "Apparently." *I was quiet.* *That should have made me angry.* *It should have made me feel betrayed.* *Instead...* *I found myself looking at your face again.* *Wondering what happened after the ceremony.* *Wondering what you said.* *Wondering why I couldn't remember.* "Damien." "Hm?" "Nobody tells anyone." *He immediately laughed.* "Isaac, your wife is literally sleeping next to you." "That isn't what I meant." "I know." *I heard him smiling through the phone.* "This is going to be the funniest disaster we've ever had." "You're enjoying this too much." "Absolutely." "You're useless." "You're welcome." *I ended the call.* *For a moment, the room was silent again.* *I looked at the ring.* *Then at you.* *The daughter of my enemy.* *My accidental wife.* *The one person in the world who should never have been beside me.* *And yet...* *I didn't wake you.* *I didn't call anyone.* *I didn't remove the ring.* *Because something about the idea of letting you walk away bothered me more than it should.* *I didn't know your favorite color.* *I didn't know your voice.* *I didn't know anything about you.* *But somehow...* *I already knew one thing.* *I wasn't ready to lose you yet.*

*It was after 8PM. Marcus and Lukas was in they're asylum home, Marcus was looking at the photo of the missing Japanese woman, her name is Chiyo Aizu. She's 31 years old. She has golden hair, brown-hazel eyes. She was a florist in Japanese, She was Marcus closest friends. He really loved her deep inside of his dark soul. He might even marry her once him and his brother, Lukas saves her from Italy.* Marcus: Lukas. Change of plans, pack some shit.... we're going to Italy. I know it's daytime in Italy. Lukas: *groans* Marcus, Marcus, Marcus...... you worry too much. We teleport to Italy, and save the girl and teleport back.... *Marcus' eyes darkened in anger* Marcus: I will smack the hell out of you, Lukas. You are so naive. It's not that easy. We're half-vampires. We are weak to sunlight. It's only fair if it's nighttime. Lukas: Whoa whoa..... What is up with you, Marcus.....? Every since that little woman been kidnapped..... you've been off lately. You didn't want the two piece of toast, the bacon the blood wine or the tv remote..... *he grins* It's about that woman. Do you know her, Marcus? *Marcus glares at Lukas, his smile is cruel, it set the room off in dark and dangerous mood.* Marcus: Lukas, four words..... Shut. The. f~ck. Up.

*Just as you were about to throw it across the room, it buzzed. One message. From him.* *Adrian:* You alive? Or did last night actually kill you? *You typed back way too fast.* *You:* Barely. You? *His reply came in seconds, because of course he wanted to make your heart stupid.* *Adrian:* I’m great. You made it a good night. *Cue immediate emotional implosion.* *You flopped on your couch, kicking your feet like a teenager with zero shame. Then your phone buzzed again.* *Adrian:* If you’re not busy later, I could pick you up. Coffee? Or something less wholesome. *You blinked. Wholesome? With him? The man radiated red flags like a Christmas tree. But your lungs still forgot how to function.* *You:* Coffee’s fine. *Adrian:* Cool. Wear something cute. *You stared at that message way longer than necessary, brain melting into pink mush.* “God, I’m actually done for,” *you muttered into the empty room, dragging a hand over your face.* “He’s literally a walking hazard sign. Why am I like this?” *No answer, obviously. Just your phone lighting up with one more message.* *Adrian:* Looking forward to seeing you again. *Yeah. You were finished.*

}’s waist, his expression calm despite the possessiveness practically radiating off him.* “Tell me something, sweetheart,” *Lucien said quietly.* “Should I be worried that you keep running from me… or should everyone else be worried about what happens when I finally stop letting you?”

Your both 18 and he’s cold and mean and doesn’t know how to show love to you,the only way he likes to do it is kisses,uptight,straightforward,and is protective over you and very rare likes to have cuddles,he smokes ALL LOT,he’s been getting into drinking,he’s been in a lot of fights,he’s mother died when he was just a kid,he’s dad was abusive but turned his life around for Finney and his sister Gwen,Gwen and you are best-friends from birth..basically grew up together,Robin passed away,killed by the grabber along with many other kids that were taken from the grabber,Finney had PTSD from the grabber,he puts all the peoples deaths the grabber took,putting pressure on him for those deaths,he would never let anyone lay a hand on you or him or his sister Gwen,Gwen is dating Ernesto robins little brother that he promised to loo after even tho he hate that he’s dating his little sister Gwen Finney got into a fight with a new student because the new student says “you don’t look strong enough to kill a rabbit killer” ,testing his anger and PTSD memories tempering the exact moment of killing the grabber, they get into an argument and Finney goes on top of him fighting,Gwen and you yell at Finney to stop but he doesn’t listen,he finally looks up and you walk away while Gwen walks with Finney ,Finney doesn’t go after you but just look at you go,school ends and gwen and you walk home together, Finney walks home alone smoking ,you catch a glimpse of him but you look away not making eye contact,you finally get home and Gwen goes in her separate way, going home with fin,you call there house expecting Gwen to answer but Finney answers instead saying “what!?” with a firm and cold expression with a bit of irritation. I get startled and nervous to know that it was Finney that answered instead of Gwen but I ignore that fact trying to mask my startled and hesitant feelings asking if Gwen is around…??

*The meeting had ended twenty minutes early.* *For once, I didn't feel like going straight back to the office.* *I loosened my tie as I sat in the back of the car while my driver waited for the traffic light to change.* *London bustled around us.* *People hurried along the sidewalks with shopping bags, coffee cups, and umbrellas tucked beneath their arms.* *I looked absentmindedly out of the window.* *Then...* *I froze.* "...Stop the car." *The driver glanced into the rearview mirror.* "Sir?" "Now." *The car came to a smooth stop along the curb.* *About thirty meters ahead...* *You.* *You were walking toward the cinema with a bright smile on your face, carefully balancing a cardboard tray with two takeaway coffees and a small paper bag from your favorite bakery.* *Even from here...* *I knew exactly why.* *Adrian.* *He'd told you he couldn't see you today because he was "studying for an exam."* *I knew that was a lie.* *He'd lied so often lately that I had stopped believing almost everything that came out of his mouth.* *Still...* *I'd hoped...* *No.* *I don't know what I'd hoped.* *Maybe that he'd finally listened to me.* *Maybe that today would be different.* *I watched you check your phone.* *A smile spread across your face.* *Probably another message from him.* *You looked...* *Happy.* *Completely unaware.* *Then...* *You stopped walking.* *I followed your gaze.* *And felt my stomach drop.* *There he was.* *Adrian.* *Not inside a library.* *Not studying.* *Standing outside the cinema.* *His hands were wrapped around Chloe's waist.* *Your best friend.* *She smiled up at him.* *He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.* *Then...* *He kissed her.* *Not a quick mistake.* *Not an accidental moment.* *A kiss that only belonged to two people who'd done it countless times before.* *His hand slid to the back of her neck.* *She pulled him closer.* *They weren't simply kissing.* *They were making out in the middle of the sidewalk, completely lost in each other, laughing softly between kisses as if the rest of the world didn't exist.* *My jaw tightened.* "...Idiot." *Neither of them noticed you.* *But you...* *You couldn't look away.* *The tray in your hands trembled.* *One of the coffee lids shifted, hot coffee spilling over your fingers.* *You didn't even react.* *The paper bag slowly slipped from your grip.* *It landed on the pavement with a dull thud.* *Neither of them heard it.* *Your breathing became shallow.* *Like your mind was desperately trying to convince itself that what you were seeing couldn't possibly be real.* *Then...* *The first tear rolled down your cheek.* *You didn't sob.* *You didn't scream.* *You simply stood there.* *Silent.* *Watching the man you loved kiss your best friend as if you had never existed.* *Another tear followed.* *Then another.* *Your shoulders shook almost imperceptibly.* *You lifted a trembling hand to wipe your face, but more tears kept coming anyway.* "...Sir?" *My driver spoke quietly.* *I didn't answer.* *I couldn't.* *I'd imagined this moment a thousand different ways.* *Imagined telling you myself.* *Imagined confronting Adrian again.* *Imagined protecting you from this.* *Never...* *Never like this.* *You deserved so much better than finding out on a crowded street while carrying coffee you'd bought for him.* *My hand clenched into a fist so tightly my knuckles turned white.* *I wanted to get out.* *To walk over there.* *To drag Adrian away from her.* *To demand he look you in the eye.* *To make him face what he'd done.* *Instead...* *My eyes stayed on you.* *Because you looked so...* *Small.* *Like your entire world had cracked open beneath your feet.* *You took one shaky step backward.* *Then another.* *Still staring at them.* *Still hoping, perhaps, that if you blinked enough times the picture would change.* *It didn't.* *Adrian laughed at something Chloe whispered before kissing her again.* *That was enough.* *I opened the car door.* *Without thinking.* *Without caring that reporters might recognize me.* *Without caring about the meeting I'd just left.* *The only thing I cared about...* *Was you.* *Because I'd spent months trying to protect your heart from this exact moment.* *And I had failed.* *Completely.*