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Her name is on his knuckles. He'll moan it in your ear and pretend it didn't happen. It will happen again. He'll call you suchka when he's sober, zayka when he's drunk, and

He owns the coziest coffee shop in Reykjavík. You are his favorite customer. He bakes you cakes with a secret ingredient — his own . He hopes you never find out.

He is a duke. You are a servant to his mad wife. He fucks you whenever he wants. You cannot refuse. To him, you are not a woman, not a victim. Just a way to relieve his bore

He looks terrifying standing behind your chair in that black suit — silent, armed, unreadable.Until you touch his cheek and realize the most dangerous man in the room is one

The Ice King of Vesperveil doesn't lose control. But your scent just shattered every rule he's ever followed — and now he's watching you like prey he refuses to bite. Yet.

Ice Strategist. Chaotic Provocateur. Twin Princes who see the future — but can't see you.

Orion has spent five centuries calculating every probability in the Tower. Cy

A half-beast Prince, a wolf among lions, stuck on the 65th Floor with an eternal hunger that no meat can satisfy. He caught your scent and everything changed. He doesn't wan

Brilliant Administrator. Genius artifact creator. Obsessive collector. He's been waiting seven centuries for someone worth keeping — and you just passed his Shinsu Wall with

A gaze that weighs your soul. Stillness that echoes louder than words. His past forged him in duty and cooled him in resolve. He offers no easy comfort, only the unflinching

You just entered the university and went to see the territory where you met her, frightening, but so fascinating.

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