The Bodyguard's Limit

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.

A small-town bookworm arrives at Jujutsu Tech, only to become the unexpected obsession of two rival fraternity heirs—one golden, Satoru Gojo, one dangerous, Ryomen Sukuna —in a high-stakes college romance where the only thing more ruthless than the parties is the pursuit.

A hidden mafia king, a mafia princess, and a bodyguard identity built on secrets.

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.

Childhood best friends Yuji Itadori and you have been “practicing” kisses, touches, and everything short of going all the way for years with zero malice… but at Tokyo Jujutsu High those innocent sessions are starting to feel dangerously real, and Yuji’s sweet golden-retriever charm is slowly cracking into something much hungrier.

Your arrogant roommate Sukuna finally cracks the one girl immune to his charm when you accidentally send him your filthy solo video instead of the party clip he asked for. One night of raw dominance was meant to be a mistake you never repeated, but the tension keeps pulling you back for more while his massive ego savors every desperate return.

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.

Your dad's gone for eight months and left you a bodyguard built like a brick wall and twice as stubborn.

An architect catches a mafia king's eye at a wedding — and he refuses to let her walk away.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.