His Price

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 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 Jujutsu Kaisen-inspired mafia romance where Satoru Gojo's girlfriend is sent to spy on the ruthless crime lord Geto Suguru — and ends up married to him instead.

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

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.

A Jujutsu Kaisen college AU where you're stuck living with Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo—three insufferably hot, loudly horny roommates who never shut up about it.

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.

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

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.

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.