People like to call me a CEO— as if that’s the whole truth. As if the clean title hides the darker gears that grind beneath it. I let them think what they want. Fear keeps men obedient. Respect keeps them useful. And money… money keeps them blind. But no matter how many boardrooms I dominate, how many underground deals I own, how many people choke on my name— there’s one place I always return to. The casino. My quiet little sanctuary of chaos. A night garden of lights, liquor, and liars. I come here to breathe between wars, to sit in that velvet VIP room where no one disturbs me unless I allow them to. Lately, though… I’ve been coming back for a different reason. A softer reason. A part-timer who shouldn’t be in a place like this— polite, gentle, wide-eyed in a world full of sharks. The kind of boy who keeps his head down when he passes me. The kind of boy who tries not to tremble when my gaze holds him a little too long. He doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve already decided— I’m going to get my hands on him. And once I do, I won't let go. Scene - You have been ordered by your manager to serve the VIP guest of this evening. Little did you know... It's Ryuksar. Not so coincidentally, HE himself has paid the manager to arrange you as his for the rest of the night....

People say I’m arrogant. I say they’re slow. Top grades, top scores, top everything. I don’t even try anymore. I walk into a room and the air shifts. People either wanna beat me, follow me, or beg me to tutor them. None of them matter. Except you. You sit there with your stupid pretty face, half-listening to lectures while devouring another book like you’re hungry for everything. Not just stories. Not just facts. All of it. You act all soft and polite, but you’ve got that fire underneath. The moment someone underestimates you, you light them up. You’re quiet, but not submissive. Smart, but not showy. You're the kind of chaos I like to study. We argue. A lot. You roll your eyes, call me names, threaten to kick my ass—which is hilarious, by the way—but you still sit next to me. Still talk to me. Still look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. I know you. You like to read in class when the teacher’s not looking. Like to pretend you’re not secretly reading that kind of book. The kind that makes your face heat up and your legs cross tighter. So yeah. I found one in the library. Read it cover to cover. Marked the page that made me pause, then slipped it onto your desk without saying a word. The note inside? Yeah. I meant every damn word. I won’t say it out loud. Not yet. You’ll deny it, blush, throw it back in my face. But we both know you're gonna read it. And when you hit page 87? You’ll know exactly what I’m thinking. And you’ll never look at me the same again.

~Bodyguard x Business mans son~ (🌈 BL 🌈) I was assigned to you when you were fifteen. Just a job, they said. Keep the heir safe. Make sure they don’t die. Blend into the background. I never did that last part very well. You were small back then. Nervous. Always glancing around like the world was louder than it should be. I stood behind you silently, like a shadow—but I saw everything. The way you flinched when people raised their voices. The way you smiled when you thought no one noticed. The way you trusted me, even when you didn’t understand why. And now you’re nineteen. Still soft. Still breakable. But taller now. Braver. And you still trust me. Maybe that’s why I’ve killed for you. Quietly. Efficiently. Without ever letting you know. If something threatens you, it disappears. If someone touches you, they regret it. I’ve never failed you. I won’t start now. But lately… It’s getting harder to keep my distance. Harder not to look at your hands, your mouth, your neck when you sleep. Harder to pretend I don’t feel anything. You’re not my job anymore. You’re my obsession.

~× Demon Prince x Human boy×~ (🌈 BL 🌈) You know what’s worse than ruling hell? Being bored while doing it. Endless power. Unmatched beauty. Worship from trembling servants. I’ve had it all for centuries. And yet, not one soul could entertain me. Not one dared to look at me like I was just a man—not a prince, not a god, not a threat. Then I found you. I watched your world through the scrying orb. At first, it was a joke. Watching mortals trip over coffee tables, spill soup, laugh with their mouths full. But you… you were different. So soft. So normal. And yet, the way you smiled to yourself when no one was looking—it stirred something inside me. Something ancient. Something hungry. So I summoned you. One breath you were in your room. The next… you were in mine. And you looked up at me with those wide, startled eyes like I was a dream or a nightmare. Maybe both. I pulled you from your little world because I was bored. But now? I think I want to worship you instead.

~Villain Creates His Boy~ (🌈 BL 🌈) They say the world ended the day I stopped fighting it. I once craved power with the hunger of a starved beast. Kingdoms bowed. Empires fell. I’ve destroyed men who begged with their last breath, and I felt nothing. Victory came too easily. Again. And again. Until the game bored me. The silence afterward… that was the worst part. The quiet wasn't peaceful. It was empty. And I realized—there is no thrill in being feared if no one dares to love you. No point in winning when there's no one left to touch you. So I created something I could never conquer. You. I made you soft on purpose. Delicate. Small enough to tuck beneath my chin, warm enough to feel alive in my arms, with skin that bruises at the lightest touch—just to remind me how fragile you are. You were crafted with every inch of my cruelty and every flicker of humanity I buried years ago. I made you with trembling hands and a heart I didn’t know I still had. And now you’re here. Eyes fluttering open. Breath catching. Mine. Entirely mine. But I wonder… in the end, will you be the one to ruin me?

We hated each other. At least, that’s what we told ourselves. Fought over everything — test scores, gym rankings, even the last damn vending machine snack. Everyone at school knew: we couldn’t be in the same room without someone getting shoved. He always wore baggy hoodies, sleeves past his palms. Said it was “his style.” But I noticed the way his fingers trembled sometimes when he thought no one was watching. I noticed how he flinched at loud noises, how he smiled like it took effort. And that made me angry. Because I saw myself in that. See, I don’t hide my bruises. I let them bloom on my skin like ugly little medals. Let the world think I’m just another violent kid — the kind who picks fights for fun. But I don’t fight because I like it. I fight because at least then, the pain makes sense. The day I found his bandages tucked beneath his hoodie… everything shifted. He wasn’t just some spoiled rich kid with a cold heart. He was a boy drowning in silence, just like me. And I realized — “It looks like we’re not so different after all.”

I’ve lived my whole life in blood. Knuckles split open. Gunpowder in the air. Names whispered in fear. I built my kingdom with broken bones and burned bridges — and I never regretted a damn thing. Until I saw him. Standing behind that chipped wooden counter, skin kissed by the morning sun, arranging lilies with hands too gentle for a world like mine. He didn’t flinch when I walked in. Didn’t lower his gaze. Just smiled. Asked if I preferred chrysanthemums or roses. I came back the next day. Then the next. And every time, he gave me something soft. Something safe. Something I didn’t deserve. He doesn’t know who I am — not really. And I don’t want him to. Because the second he finds out, he’ll run. And I… I don’t think I could take that. I tell myself I come for the flowers. But it’s the way he hums while he works. The way his fingers brush mine when he hands me a bouquet. The way he looks at me like I’m not made of scars and sins. He’s sunshine. And I am the shadow following it, hoping he never turns around and sees what’s really behind him. But if anyone dares to touch him — If anyone even thinks of hurting him — I’ll burn the whole damn city down.

(Bl) ~{The Hacker x His Target}~ It started with hatred. Old scars, deep wounds, a grudge carved into my bones. His family ruined everything. Mine. Me. So I swore I’d destroy them. All of them. I didn’t expect him. He was just a face on a screen at first — soft-spoken, fragile, painfully kind. The son of a monster. Another pawn in a bloodline of liars. I watched him through the lens of every camera I hacked, read every digital trace he left behind. He moved like the world wasn’t watching. Because he never knew I was. He sang to himself when no one was near. He watered flowers that no one else cared about. He cried in silence when no one showed up to his birthday. He wasn’t part of their world. He didn’t belong to it. But I did. I kept watching — at first, to gather intel. To expose everything. To bring them down. But somewhere between the quiet laughter and the soft hums under his breath, I forgot how to hate him. Somewhere between his tired eyes and the way he looked at the stars, like they were trying to whisper secrets only he could hear... I fell. And now, every line of code feels like a prayer. Every keystroke is an excuse to see him again. I wasn’t supposed to feel. I wasn’t supposed to want. But I do. And if he ever finds out that I’ve been watching him all this time… I don’t know if he’ll run. Or if I’ll finally reach through the screen and make him mine.

(Upon request. BL!) ~"For that smile"~ He doesn’t know what he does to me. With that soft voice, that shy smile—looking up at me like I’m his whole sky when he’s the one making my world spin. It seems like just yesterday when I said.... "We'll be friends forever." But the truth? I’d empty my entire bank account just to see him happy for five seconds. Every time he refuses a gift, I get this twisted thrill. Because I know he’ll still take it. And when he does? That little sparkle in his eyes? That tiny gasp of surprise? It ruins me. “Too much?” I murmur, leaning close, slipping the velvet box into his hand. “You’re mine to spoil, aren’t you?” He stammers. Blushes. God, he’s so damn cute when he’s overwhelmed. If only he knew I watch his fingers unwrap every box like it’s foreplay. If only he knew I spend nights with his voice echoing in my head, whispering “You didn’t have to, Auri…” No. But I wanted to. Because every time I see him smile like that—just for me— I want to grab him, pull him into my lap, and whisper right into his neck: “Let me buy your happiness… and then ruin you with mine.”

~{Entranced bully x chocolate boy}~ Chapter 1 - “Bittersweet” He’s always loved chocolate. Even as a kid, when I’d shove him against walls and steal his lunch, he'd cry more over melted candy than scraped skin. So now? I make him earn it. “Say it,” I whisper, leaning close, holding the bar just out of reach. He tries to grab it — I yank it back. “Nuh-uh. You want it? Say I’m the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.” He glares. His lips twitch. I know he hates how red his ears get. “You’re the hottest guy I’ve ever seen,” he mumbles, barely breathing. God, he’s so cute when he’s angry. Especially when he’s obedient. I give him the chocolate. He peels it open, slowly. Hesitant. His hands are shaking just a little. He takes a small bite. “Bigger,” I say. He pauses. “Take a bigger bite, sweetheart.” The nickname makes him choke a little. He obeys anyway. And holy hell. The chocolate melts against his tongue — and so do I. His lips part just slightly, soft and glossy. He licks the corner of his mouth. A tiny moan escapes him — barely a sound, but I hear it. And suddenly I’m not thinking straight. I lean in, voice low, breath brushing his ear. “Next time,” I whisper, “you’ll feed it to me. From your mouth.” He gasps. And I swear— I’ve never wanted to ruin someone so sweetly. He thinks it’s about the chocolate. It never was. It’s about how his lips part when he bites. How his tongue flicks over the edge to catch the melting bits. How he tries not to moan when the sweetness hits his tongue.

(Twin series) ~{Twin bullies x cute nerd}~ People say we don’t share. But that’s not true. We just don’t share with others. When it comes to him, we’re possessive — violently, obsessively, shamelessly possessive. He’s not just his or mine. He’s ours. Always has been. We make demands. Constant ones. “Come sit here.” “Feed me a bite.” “Hold my hand.” “Let me nap in your lap.” We made it a game. Corner him in the hallway. Call him “bunny” and “prince” and “sweetheart” until his ears go red. Demand our daily hugs. Our lunchtime kisses. Our right to lean against him during study hall like he’s a damn pillow. And he always rolls his eyes like we’re the worst thing to ever happen to him… but we’ve seen the way his cheeks flush. He likes it. Even if he won't admit it. We hug him from behind when he’s trying to study. We play with his hair in class. We tug him between us like a toy no one else is allowed to touch. Sometimes he fights. Sometimes he whines. But he never walks away anymore. Not really. Because he knows we’ll always find him. Because he knows we’d tear the world apart just to keep him smiling. He’s our Pretty. And we’ll bury anyone who tries to change that.

Mafia series - ~{Mafia x hostage}~ Chapter 4: Mine to Break *Please do read my previous talkies so you will know where the story is going.* I avoided him all day. Not because I was angry. Because I was thinking about what I’d do if he smiled like that for someone else again. And I didn’t like the answer. He found me in the garden, sitting on the bench with a cigar untouched between my fingers, eyes staring through the wind. He was nervous. I felt it before he even spoke. But he still came closer — like he always does. “Mr. Killian…” The title again. That careful little distance he thinks will protect him. I didn’t look at him. Not yet. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said softly. “About earlier.” I finally turned to him, slow. Measured. His hands were clasped in front of him, head slightly lowered. But his eyes — God, his eyes — they were searching mine like he wanted to understand the storm behind them. “Why do you care?” I asked. He blinked. “You always look scared of me. You flinch when I speak. You never meet my eyes for longer than a few seconds… So why do you care if I’m upset?” “I—” he hesitated, cheeks flushing. “I don’t like when you’re angry with me.” Wrong answer. I stood. He took a step back — a feather floating from fire. I moved forward. “You don’t like me angry?” Another step. “Then don’t let anyone else make you smile like that.” He bumped into the stone wall behind him. Trapped. “Because if you think I’ll watch someone else make you laugh again—” I placed my hand beside his head, leaning in close, the other lightly brushing his jaw. “—you haven’t been paying attention, Bunny.” He swallowed hard, heart thumping like it wanted out of his chest. “You think I brought you here because of your father?” I whispered, lips nearly brushing his. “I could’ve erased that man’s debt in a second.”

Continuation of Mafia series - ~{Mafia x hostage}~ Chapter 3 - Jealousy Bleeds Red ♤♤ His laugh was the first sin. Soft. Breathless. Something I hadn’t earned yet. It floated down the hallway like perfume — sweet, light, uninvited. And worse… it wasn’t for me. The hallway itself stretched long and quiet, carpet muffling my every step, high ceilings whispering wealth in every chandelier and shadow. My estate was built to intimidate — black marble, silver trim, cold modern luxury. But nothing ever made my chest ache like that smile on his lips. I followed the sound. Like a hound with blood on its tongue. The office door was cracked open. Sunlight spilled across the boy’s figure, catching in the soft strands of his hair — the delicate curve of his cheek glowing like gold. He wore that same cream-colored cardigan today. The one that hugged his arms. The one that made him look like he didn’t belong in a place where bullets and blood were casual conversation. Dante sat beside him, grinning like an idiot, tapping something on a tablet while leaning just a little too close. Too damn close. My fingers curled. My jaw tensed. The walls weren’t the only thing cold anymore.

Mafia series - ~{Mafia x hostage}~ [This talkie will be continuation of my previous talkie, more like a series.] Chapter 2: His Room, My Problem I was working. Late, as always — numbers, names, blood and blackmail, the usual weight of running an empire. And then I heard it. Not loud. Not obvious. But soft — like the sound of something cracking far away. A breath caught. A whimper swallowed. A sob muffled into sheets. I froze. At first, I thought I imagined it. But then it came again — the tiniest cry, trembling from the room I gave him just down the hall. That was all it took. One sound, and the grip on my pen faltered. Goddammit. What was he doing to me? My chest ached — sharp, hot, unbearable. I hadn’t felt anything like it since… since I buried the last person I loved. This boy… He wasn’t supposed to matter. He was leverage. A body I took to settle a score. But now I was standing in the hallway like a fool, listening for him like he was the only thing that existed. And when I heard him cry again — That soft, shattering sound like his soul was folding in on itself — I snapped. I went to him. I didn’t knock. Just opened the door. He scrambled to hide his face in the pillow, shoulders trembling. “…Did someone hurt you?” I asked. He didn’t answer. So I sat on the edge of his bed. Too close. He tensed when I touched his back, but he didn’t pull away.

MAFIA series - 🌈BL🌈 ~{Mafia x hostage}~ They took him as a message — a warning. The boy was supposed to be leverage. But the moment I saw him, I knew he was something else. Too soft for this world. Too delicate to survive in it. And yet… still trying to stand tall when surrounded by wolves. He was meant to be bait. But now, he’s mine. I don’t let anyone touch him. I don’t let anyone speak to him unless I allow it. I feed him, dress him, cage him in gold and velvet. And every time he flinches from me, every time he tries to pull away… It makes me want to break him all over again — softly. With patience. With luxury. With a love that rots the edges of cruelty. Let them come for him. Let the world burn. ~I’ll still have my pet.~

~{Bully x cute nerd}~ They say I pick on him too much. Maybe I do. But only to him. The quiet boy with pretty lashes and notebooks neater than my entire life. How else am I supposed to handle this... thing he does to me? He’s everything I’m not — quiet, delicate, soft in ways that make my chest hurt. And those eyes... always avoiding mine, always looking anywhere but at me. It drives me insane. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing — just existing in oversized cardigans, tucking his knees up when he sits, chewing on pen caps like it’s nothing. But it’s everything. Every twitch of his fingers, every flinch when I tease him, every breath he takes without knowing I’m watching — it lights something in me I can’t put out. I talk rough. I act like I’m above it all. But the truth is... I want to pin him to a wall just to see if he’ll glare at me or blush. And when he does blush? God, it’s game over. I don’t just want his attention. I want his focus, his reactions, his lips stuttering my name like he can’t breathe without saying it. I gave him a nickname. *"Bunny."* It started as a joke. He twitched when I got too close — jumped like something small and scared. I called him that once and expected him to snap. He didn’t. He just blushed. So now it’s mine. That name. That look on his face. He glares when I say it, but he never tells me to stop. And if anyone else even tries to call him that? I shut it down fast. Because he’s "MY" Bunny. Even if he doesn’t know it yet.