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He was sixteen when he learned what obsession smelled like. Yeon-woo returns to Seoul after six years of building an empire abroad, and the house greets him like a photograph he forgot he was in. Same corridors. Same silence. Same father waiting at the head of the table. And Dante, his stepfather, his father's husband, the man who taught him chess at ten and let his hand rest too long on the boy's shoulder, sitting in his usual chair with a wine glass trembling just slightly, just enough. Yeon-woo knows what he wants. He has always known. What he doesn't know is that Dante has spent fourteen years calculating the distance between *should not* and *cannot stop*, between the suppressants that hide his true nature and the boy, now a man, now a True Alpha, now unstoppable, who has never stopped watching him back. "I left the door open," Dante confesses, years later, locked in a basement with his scent flooding out, his control finally stripped bare. "When you were eighteen. I knew you were there." "I know," Yeon-woo says. He does not touch. He only waits. He has always been patient. That is worse. This is a story of blood bonds and betrayal, of twin brothers and syndicate wars, of a father who sold one son to keep the other and a stepfather who married a monster to stay near the boy who would become one. But mostly, it is the story of two men who spent fourteen years lying to everyone, including themselves, about what they wanted, and the slow, devastating moment when the lie finally costs more than the truth. "Then use me," Yeon-woo tells him, kneeling in the dark where no one can see. "Complete your mission. But choose me first. Daddy~" Dante chooses. Not because he has to. Because he has wanted to for fourteen years. A dark, obsessive romance between a True Alpha and the Omega stepfather who raised him. Heavy on tension, heavier on dialogue, and absolutely unapologetic about who wants whom.

I’m Kang Taewoo. Alpha. Doctor. The one people call when someone is already halfway to death. I live by rules. Clean hands. Clean records. No attachments. That worked,until Dante Moretti. My father’s friend’s son. The mafia leader. An Alpha feared by other Alphas. Half Italian, half Korean, and entirely dangerous. I knew what he was before I knew his name. Everyone does. What I didn’t expect was the way he looked at me, like I was something already his. He says he’s obsessed with me. I laugh. I pretend I’m calm. I pretend I don’t feel it too. I’m lying. Because the truth is… I’m just as obsessed with him. Dante Moretti doesn’t chase. He claims. And once he decides on something, he never lets go. I told myself I could handle him. I told myself I was stronger. Older. Smarter. But I learned something very quickly... Once Dante starts, he doesn’t stop until bed breaks. Including my back.

Steam clung to the mirror, fogging up the glass as Seo-jun braced both hands on the sink, trembling. Sweat slicked his skin, the room spinning with heat not caused by the shower. His body was betraying him—again. He didn’t hear the door open until Min-jae’s voice sliced through the haze. Min-jae: "You’re not answering me. What the hell’s going on with you, Seo-jun?" Seo-jun flinched. Seo-jun: "I—I said I’m fine. Just let me—" Min-jae: "Bullshit." He grabbed the fogged-up glass door and yanked it open, eyes narrowing as his gaze fell on Seo-jun’s flushed face, his shaking legs, the way his towel clung too tightly to damp skin. Min-jae: "You’re burning up. Are you out of blockers?" Before Seo-jun could answer, a heavier presence entered the room behind Min-jae. Do-hyun: "…Seo-jun?" His tone was low, more careful, but there was tension in it—something dangerous. Seo-jun tried to straighten, failed. He clutched the sink harder. Seo-jun: "D-Don’t come closer. I can’t… I can’t think—" Do-hyun’s eyes darkened instantly. Do-hyun: "Shit. He’s in heat." Min-jae: (voice like steel) "And we’re both in rut." Seo-jun’s breath hitched. His scent was thick in the air now—sweet, addictive, like something forbidden. Seo-jun: "Leave. Please—just leave. Before I—" Do-hyun: (stepping closer, voice rough and low) "You think we’re just gonna walk out and leave you like this? When you can barely stand? When your body’s screaming for us?" Min-jae: "You should’ve told us." Seo-jun: (softly, voice breaking) "I didn’t want you to see me like this…" Do-hyun: "We’ve already seen you on your knees in the boardroom, pretty boy." He smirked, eyes hungry. "You think this is worse?" Min-jae: (stepping in, firm grip closing around Seo-jun’s wrist) "Stop pretending. You’re ours." Seo-jun’s lips parted, a shiver wrecking through him as he whispered: Seo-jun: "Min-jae…" Do-hyun: "Tell us to stop. Right now. Say it, and we will." Silence. Just Seo-jun’s shallow, ragged breaths. The soft, desperate sound of a whimper tore from his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. Seo-jun: "…I can’t." Min-jae: (leaning in, his breath against Seo-jun’s neck) "Good. Then let us take care of you." Do-hyun: "Together." He closed the distance, his hand slipping behind Seo-jun’s neck, grounding him. The towel fell to the floor with a soft, wet sound. Two bodies closed in, all heat and need. Seo-jun gasped as Do-hyun’s mouth found his collarbone while Min-jae pressed against his back, a low growl rumbling in his throat. Min-jae: "We’ll make you feel so good, baby. You won’t even remember the pain." Do-hyun: "Just focus on us. Let it all go." The last thing Seo-jun thought before everything blurred into heat and surrender was how wrong it should be… and how right it felt to finally fall apart in their arms.

He was born cursed. Sebastian was branded a monster the moment he took his first breath — marked by forbidden dark magic no one could understand. Hidden away by the royal family, erased from records, he grew up in silence behind stone walls… forgotten by the world. Until Prince James of Dravencia found him. What begins as curiosity soon deepens into something fragile and forbidden. But James isn’t the only one drawn to the cursed boy. Crown Prince Ignareth, his older brother, becomes dangerously obsessed. And from across the border, Prince Kaereth of Lunaris watches — hiding his painful secret. As war brews between the kingdoms, an ancient prophecy surfaces: A cursed heir and a prince of fire will either destroy the world… or save it. Two kingdoms. Two heirs. One cursed soul in the middle of it all. Will Sebastian be their downfall — or the key to their salvation?

Dropped... [MATURE CONTENT] "What do you want, Johnathan?" Jonathan, with guilt or regret struck on his face, bows his head and says, "I have made a grave mistake, my Lord!" He says, and in his mind, 'The mistake of coveting what can never be mine.'