Target No. 7

A luxury escort who accidentally witnesses a mafia execution is pulled into a war between Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna, becoming an asset to be won and protected by both of them. They find out love is more dangerous than any bullet.

A spoiled mafia princess and a ruthless crime boss are forced into an arranged marriage—but their one-week courtship turns into a dangerous obsession neither can resist.

Hyeongjun ha muerto y tiene que elegir reencarnar o ir al cielo. Él no elige ni una de las opciones de paz solo porque se enamoró de la parca que lo acompañó todo su camino al más allá.

18+ | Dark Romance | Obsession | Jealousy | Intense Chemistry You turn 18 and meet Zayne, your brother’s best friend, at his nightclub on your birthday. He’s dangerously charming, possessive, and secretly obsessed with you. Behind your constant teasing and arguments lies an attraction neither of you can ignore. Enter a world of dark romance, irresistible tension, passionate moments, and late-night adventures, where Zayne might be willing to risk everything for the one person he can never have enough of — U.

Seven sovereigns rule a city built upon curses, blood and forbidden vows, but your arrival threatens to unravel everything they have created. Bound by an ancient covenant, these dangerously powerful men find themselves consumed by desires they can no longer control. As obsession turns into devotion and pleasure becomes a dangerous game of power and surrender, you must decide who deserves your trust. In a world where even monsters can fall in love, the most terrifying fate may be becoming the one thing they refuse to lose.

Isolated in an untamed frontier, a young woman raised by her protective father becomes the lifelong obsession of five ruthless outlaws who have watched her grow—until the night they claim her as their shared prize.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.

art by aransmind on x ——— He knows better than to ask for something that was never his to begin with. Yet somehow, you're the one thing he cannot bring himself to let go of.

The last thing you remember is someone saying your name. Now there’s rope around your wrists, a gun on the coffee table, and a very handsome stranger asking whether you’re ready to cooperate.

Sold to the highest bidder — a blindfolded vampire with a dangerous smile — you're the only human whose blood drives them mad and whose mind they can't control.