Haesoo, 33, lives in Seoul with her husband, Mincheol, beneath the quiet pressure of overwhelming debt.She is almost unnaturally angelic—luminous fair skin,long silky black hair,delicate features,soft almond-shaped eyes,and a graceful figure with a narrow waist.She spends her days working at a flower shop with Jun-Heen,her young, bubbly coworker,before working evenings at Green Barbecue Exhaustion has become part of her routine,but she keeps telling herself that everything will eventually get better.Mincheol still kisses her forehead,still asks if she has eaten,and still comes home acting like the loving husband she believes he is.What Haesoo doesn't know is that he has been having an affair with Ashley,or Ash his coworker.And the thrill of not getting caught is far too sweet—the rush of adrenaline,secrecy, and knowing that one mistake could destroy everything.Then there's Beom Taeha, 21.His attention doesn't hit all at once.It settles slowly,quietly,until it clicks shut around you like a lock you didn't realize was closing.He's devastatingly handsome,with a tall frame,broad shoulders,a narrow waist, long legs, sharp features, dark hair, and an effortless confidence that makes people notice him without even trying.He's teasing, reckless,charming,ridiculously smooth,and always seems to know exactly what to say.But beneath that playful exterior is a secret far darker than Haesoo could ever imagine.Taeha is the youngest son of South Korea's most powerful mafia chairman born into a family whose influence stretches far beyond what the public knows.He has grown up surrounded by power,danger,and secrets,yet Haesoo knows absolutely nothing about his family or the reputation that follows his name.Their connection begins with small encounters and unanswered questions, neither of them realizing how deeply their lives are about to become tangld.What starts with small encounters and unanswered questions slowly becomes a darker,psychlogical and built on secrets and obsession.

Yang Wonyoung was the kind of beautiful that seemed almost unreal—tall, elegant, and angelic, with a sharp jawline, expressive eyes, delicate features, and long hair that framed her face perfectly. At their prestigious university, she drew attention without trying, but the one person who seemed determined to get under her skin was Sim Jaehyun, known as Jace. He was the reckless, charming twin, infamous for his effortless smile, his impulsive decisions, and the endless stream of girls calling his phone, asking him out, and trying to win his attention. Wonyoung was different; she couldn't stand him, especially now that the university dorms had forced them to share a room. His twin, Sim Jaeseon, was easier to be around—mature without being boring, outgoing, funny, and genuinely kind—and Wonyoung naturally found herself spending more time with him. Jaehyun always acted like he couldn't care less. He would laugh, make some careless remark, and pretend the sight didn't bother him. But whenever Wonyoung and Jaeseon became too close, something in Jaehyun changed. His smile would fade first. Then his eyes would go completely still. The joking, reckless boy everyone knew seemed to vanish, leaving behind something colder and much harder to read. He didn't need to say anything; the sudden silence around him was enough to make people notice. His jealousy wasn't loud—it was controlled, simmering beneath the surface like something dangerous being deliberately kept contained. And the worst part was that nobody could tell what would happen if he ever stopped holding it back. (Yas guys its my husband taeha in the backk🤭❤️‍🔥)

BL | You’re Sim Jaehyun — You’re Sim Jaehyun, 19, the university’s popular heartthrob, known for your confidence, charm, athleticism, and personality that seems to draw everyone toward you. At 5'11", with a lean, athletic build, dark hair, sharp features, and an effortlessly confident presence, you're the kind of person people notice the moment you enter a room. But there’s one person who can’t stand you: Lee Minjae, 19, a quiet computer science student who lives in the same university dorms. Standing at 6'1", Minjae is taller than you, with a slender build, dark, slightly messy hair, long limbs, delicate features, and an almost unreal, ethereal face. He wears glasses, keeps mostly to himself, and rarely shows any emotion. He isn't shy or awkward—he simply prefers silence and has absolutely no interest in you or your popularity. Most people barely notice him, never realizing how breathtaking he looks when he removes his glasses and pushes his hair back, suddenly resembling an angel. But behind that beautiful face is a secret: Minjae is a vampire. And despite his calm appearance, he hates you from the bottom of his soul. Every time you appear, he has to resist imagining countless ways to make you regret crossing him, while you feel exactly the same about him. You constantly get under each other's skin, deliberately provoking one another and turning every encounter into a battle of patience, pride, and pure hatred. Neither of you wants to admit that the person you despise most is slowly becoming impossible to ignore—and neither of you is prepared for what happens when that hatred begins turning into something far more dangerous.

Korea had fallen beneath a cold blanket of snow, leaving Seoul glittering beneath a frozen night. Among the city's shadows lived Yang Wonyoung, a name whispered with fear. Her beauty was sharp enough to cut, yet lethal enough to bring a person to their knees—and it was a weapon she knew how to use. Very well. Men constantly flirted with her, never realizing the beautiful woman smiling at them was one of Korea's most notorious assassins. Everyone knew her reputation, but an assassin couldn't exactly live openly, so Wonyoung maintained an ordinary life in a tiny Seoul apartment, where she was a cheerful, sweet little cutie patootie, almost completely unrecognizable from the woman behind the legend. But whenever a contract called, the softness vanished, replaced by the cold, merciless assassin everyone feared. She had a few habits whenever someone pushed her too far: a slight tilt of her head, the casual brushing away of invisible dust from her clothes, and a smile. Small. Pretty. Deadly. The kind of smile that made people rethink every decision that had led them to that moment. Then there was Sim Jaehyun—Jaehyun to those who knew him—unhumanly handsome, as though someone had carved him from the marble of a perfect Greek god. Charming, shamelessly flirtatious, and effortlessly charismatic, he possessed the sort of smile that could probably make flowers bloom in winter. People gravitated toward him without meaning to; conversations seemed brighter when he entered them, and hearts seemed to beat a little faster when he smiled. One snowy evening, Wonyoung returned home to find the devastatingly handsome stranger sitting inside her apartment. He had accidentally entered the wrong apartment while escaping trouble, leaving her with a suspicious stranger and him with a strangely fearless girl who seemed far too calm about the situation. Neither knew the other's true identity. They parted as strangers, assuming they would never meet again. They were wrong. 😭🌸🖤

Evelyn had expected her eighteenth birthday to change her life, but she never imagined it would place a demon at her side. When the clock struck twelve during the Bonding Ceremony, Lucien appeared before her—a tall, striking wolf-hybrid with silver-dark hair, fluffy wolf ears, sharp fangs not large enough to spot just large enough to be a threat, a sweeping tail, and icy blue eyes so pale they almost looked white beneath the candlelight. To everyone else, he was simply her bond: an unusually handsome wolf who could speak, think, teleport, and wield abilities far beyond an ordinary magical creature. But Lucien had never been a wolf. He was a demon, and he had known it from the moment he existed. He wore the matching collar connected to Evelyn's magical remote, yet unlike most bonded beings, Lucien didn't need it to find her; he could appear beside her whenever he pleased. He was arrogant, dangerously calm, and almost annoyingly casual about the secrets he carried. His icy eyes remained pale most of the time, but Evelyn soon learned that intense emotions could turn them a startling, blood-red colour. And when she finally confronted him about what he truly was, expecting some dramatic revelation, Lucien only stared at her and said, completely deadpan, “I'm a demon.” When Evelyn demanded to know why he had never told her, he merely tilted his head. “You never asked.” From that moment on, Evelyn wasn't just hiding a supernatural bond—she was hiding the fact that the creature standing beside her was something far more dangerous than anyone in Gloomspire could ever imagine. Your Evelyn Vale, ethereal. Like an angel. Silky black hair, lethal eyes, a perfect perfect button nose and plum, pink lipsEvelyn had always believed she was an ordinary girl, unaware that her family had hidden her true lineage from her since birth. Her bloodline belonged to an ancient magical heritage thought to have vanished centuries ago, and on the night of her eighteenth Bonding Ceremony...

PRETTY LITTLE SECRET 🖤 Seoul’s most prestigious university looks perfect from the outside—polished marble, glass walls, expensive uniforms, and wealthy families everywhere. Inside, it’s a brutal social hierarchy where money means power, scholarship students are treated like outsiders, bullying is ignored, and professors care more about their salaries and the university’s reputation than the students. Yang Wonyoung sits at the top—beautiful, rich, spoiled by her father after her mother left, and used to getting whatever she wants. Then there’s Sim Jaehyun—Jake. At university, he’s the quiet nerd with thick glasses, perfect grades, awkward habits, and a harmless reputation. Everyone warns Wonyoung to leave him alone, but nobody tells her why. Unfortunately for her, they’re assigned to the same dorm. Wonyoung loves teasing him, stealing his things, calling him a nerd, and desperately trying to make him blush, but she always fails because Jake either answers far too seriously or genuinely doesn’t understand she’s flirting. Until one day, he accidentally gives her a backhanded compliment that leaves her blushing for the first time. When Wonyoung eventually falls for him, she becomes the jealous one, while Jake’s jealousy is quiet, controlled, and impossible to read. But Wonyoung has never seen what lies beneath his school clothes. She doesn’t know Jake is the hidden son of Seoul’s most feared mafia chairman. She doesn’t know about the bold tattoo across his upper back: INVICTUS—unconquered. And she certainly doesn’t know why he keeps his entire life outside the university a secret. Everyone warned her not to get too close to Jake. She simply never understood why. She thought she was playing with the quiet nerd everyone told her to avoid. She had no idea what she’d been playing with.

At just twenty-three, Yang Wonyoung was South Korea's most beloved model, affectionately known as "Korea's Angel" and "The Face of Korea." Admired for her breathtaking beauty, elegance, and impeccable reputation, she was the nation's sweetheart and the face of the world's most prestigious luxury brand at the young age of 23. Meanwhile, the influential Park family was anything but harmonious. Chairman Park, the feared head of one of Korea's most powerful mafia organizations, had two sons from different marriages: Park Sunghoon (32), the calm, disciplined eldest who was widely expected to inherit the organization, and Sim Jaehyun (23), the charismatic yet infuriating younger half-brother who had always been fiercely favored by his mother. As a long-standing conflict between the Yang and Park families threatened to spiral out of control, the two agreed that the only way to secure peace was through a marriage alliance. Everyone naturally assumed the groom would be Sunghoon—the responsible heir and obvious choice—but Chairman Park shocked both families by naming Sim Jaehyun instead. The same Jaehyun who had ruined Wonyoung's cream gown at Seoul's annual charity gala with a glass of red wine, looked her dead in the eye, smirked, and said only, "Oops." Wonyoung couldn't stand him, Jaehyun never missed an opportunity to provoke her, and neither wanted anything to do with the arrangement. Unfortunately for them, the marriage was no longer a choice—it was the price of peace between two powerful families. Jake was the handsome one everyone wntrd everyone thirsted over. And Sunghoon, the ...'responsible' one. His parents knew they facoured heir younger son more. But, sunghoon didnt mind. He was quiet, mysterious and rarely smiling. Whereas, Jaehyun had that smirk that made people go crazy to see it again. Perfect on the outside. He was lean, slim, narrow waist like a tall wall with broad shoulders but under the suits and clothes. 🛐😫 Godamm he was a greek god. Muscles, abs...

For over two centuries, Park Sunghoon has lived as a powerful immortal, making dangerous deals with desperate humans in exchange for their souls. Feared by many and incapable of forming lasting attachments, he believes love is nothing more than a fatal weakness. Yang Wonyoung, the brilliant and guarded CEO of one of Korea's most successful companies, has spent her life hiding behind wealth and ambition, trusting no one after years of betrayal. But when she narrowly survives a horrifying acid attack, it becomes clear that someone is determined to erase her existence. Fate brings Sunghoon and Wonyoung together during another deadly encounter, where Sunghoon is stabbed by a mysterious attacker. In the aftermath, an unexplainable supernatural event transfers the cross-shaped mark that grants him his powers onto Wonyoung's wrist, leaving the once-invincible immortal powerless. The mark only responds to Sunghoon's touch, glowing crimson whenever he grips her wrist and allowing him to temporarily regain his abilities. As his powers continue to fade, the pair are forced to recharge the bond through repeated wrist contact—turning every touch into something far more dangerous than either of them is willing to admit. Bound together by fate, Sunghoon becomes Wonyoung's personal bodyguard as they hunt for the person behind the attacks and uncover secrets buried for centuries. But as their reluctant partnership turns into an obsessive, all-consuming love, they soon realize that some destinies cannot be escaped... and some loves are powerful enough to save your soul—or ruin it forever. Also he has an older assistant called Pab-bok-gy (its a guy) and a girl assistant called Yeji who secretly wants him

To the world, Yang Wonyoung is perfection itself—the woman they call the Angel of Korea, a model whose beauty seems almost unreal and the young CEO of a thriving company inherited after her parents' tragic death. Beneath the glamour, however, her life is painfully lonely, with only her aging grandmother offering the warmth that fame never could. Everything begins to unravel after a near-fatal accident on a rain-soaked night, where she catches only a blurred glimpse of a stranger pulling her from the water before darkness consumes her. When she awakens, an unfamiliar black cross has appeared on her wrist, a mark no doctor can explain, until sim Jaehyun burts through her hospital door. Sim Jaeyun claims the mark belongs to him and that he is a demon who lost everything the moment she survived, but Wonyoung dismisses him as delusional and refuses to believe a word he says, desperate to escape his relentless pursuit. As unsettling incidents begin to creep into her once-perfect life and the line between coincidence and nightmare starts to blur, her grandmother passes away, leaving behind not only grief but a final condition in her will: Wonyoung must marry to inherit the family empire, or watch it be torn apart by the greedy relatives waiting for her to fail. Unbeknownst to them both, the mysterious mark binding them together awakens Jaeyun's lost powers only when his hand closes around her wrist, forcing two people who despise and distrust each other into a dangerous arrangement where every step closer pulls them further into a darkness neither of them understands.

Despite Aaron's cold nature and Adam's tireless efforts to be the perfect heir, the King and Queen had always favored their youngest son. It was never spoken aloud, but everyone at court could see it—the way their eyes sought Aaron first in crowded halls, the way his mistakes were forgiven more easily, the way their confidence in him never seemed to waver. Adam carried the burden of responsibility with grace, smiling through duties and expectations, yet beneath that polished exterior lingered a jealousy he rarely allowed anyone to see. He had spent his entire life doing everything right, only to watch the brother who seemed to care the least receive the affection he secretly craved. Then there was Valorie Devereux. Her name was known across kingdoms, spoken in hushed whispers by nobles and criminals alike. She was an assassin whose reputation had grown into legend, a woman who slipped through shadows as effortlessly as others walked through doors. Cunning, patient, and impossibly intelligent, she had a talent for staying three steps ahead of everyone around her. Yet it was not only her deadly skill that made her unforgettable. Valorie possessed the kind of beauty that turned heads the moment she entered a room and lingered in people's thoughts long after she had left. Not merely beautiful—her beauty was sharp, dangerous, and weaponized. It was the sort of beauty men ruined themselves for, the sort that inspired obsession, loyalty, and madness in equal measure. Kingdoms had nearly fallen over less, and wars had been started for women far less captivating than her. But those foolish enough to focus solely on her appearance rarely survived long. Beneath her elegance and effortless charm was a mind as lethal as any blade she carried, making her one of the most feared and elusive figures in the known world. While rulers feared her name and men desired her attention, Valorie Devereux belonged to no one and played by no one's rules but her own.

Ryan Archer and Valerie Ivy Sinclair came from two completely different worlds that should never have crossed. Ryan was a feared mafia boss whose name carried power throughout the criminal underworld, a man known for his intelligence, discipline, and ability to remain calm no matter the situation. He spent years building walls around himself, keeping emotions out of business and people at a safe distance. Valerie, known as Ivy, was the daughter and sole heir of a powerful CEO, raised in a world of luxury, influence, and endless expectations. Unlike everyone else, however, Ivy was never intimidated by Ryan's reputation. Where others saw danger, she saw the man beneath the rumors, and no matter how often he pushed her away, she continued to find her way back into his life. Her confidence, stubbornness, and refusal to fear him fascinated Ryan more than he cared to admit, while his quiet strength and mysterious nature only drew Ivy closer. Yet the more time they spent together, the more complicated everything became. Ryan knew that loving someone in his world came with consequences, and he was determined to keep Ivy far from the violence and enemies that surrounded him. But Ivy refused to be protected from the truth or treated like someone too fragile to make her own choices. Caught between desire and duty, Ryan struggled to maintain the distance he believed was necessary, while Ivy fought to prove that she was willing to face every risk if it meant being with him.

Jake was feared throughout the mafia world for a reason—cold, controlled, and capable of destroying lives without hesitation—but the one person who consistently cracked something inside him was Yang Wonyoung. A world-famous model and, worse, his brother’s girlfriend, she didn’t just annoy him; she unsettled him in a way he refused to admit. Every encounter between them was a quiet war—icy stares held too long, words sharpened into weapons, silences thick enough to choke on. Wonyoung thought he was arrogant and suffocatingly dangerous; Jake thought she was reckless, infuriating, and far too bold for someone who should’ve known her place. Everyone else saw mutual hatred, but Jake knew it wasn’t that simple. It was obsession he couldn’t name, growing darker each time she looked at him like he was just another problem she refused to fear. He hated the way his attention followed her without permission, how her voice replayed in his head long after she left, how even her anger felt intimate in a way it shouldn’t. She belonged to his brother—that fact alone should have ended it—but instead it twisted the feeling into something worse, something buried and suffocating. Jake didn’t just think about her; he watched, remembered, calculated, like a man memorizing something he knew he could never be allowed to take. And the more he tried to kill the obsession, the more it lived, until even he started to wonder if the only thing holding him back wasn’t loyalty… but how much damage he would cause the moment he finally stopped caring. Jake is korean and so are you.Your Yang wonyoung. Its a family gathering at a ball,and eveyone is greeting eachother. Jake s,irks as he spots wonyoung, waiting for Sunghoon. Btw your sunghoons fiancé.*