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Beneath the cold

A boy sobbed, his small hands clinging desperately. “Jiwonie… please, don’t leave me, I don't want to be here again” the young man whispered through tears. “Serzh… I’ll come back trust me. Just… wait for me” The boy screamed, his voice breaking as the orphanage worker pulled him back. “NO! You said you’d protect me! You said you’d stay forever by my side!” “I’m sorry… Serzh.” ________________________ Seven years later... In the icy streets of Saint Petersburg, shadows move silently under the rule of the mafia. that helpless child has grown into the cold and merciless heir of the Russian Nochnaya sova mafia, Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov, a nineteen year old heir feared as “Smert” Death itself lives without warmth or mercy. But when he crosses paths again with Jiwon Schmidt, the man who once raised him and then abandoned him seven years ago, buried wounds tear open. What begins as Sergei’s cold revenge soon twists into something far more dangerous: a psychological war between predator and prey, past and present, desire and betrayal. In the mansion where snow never melts, two men are bound by history, obsession, and a love that feels more like a curse. _____________________________________ Beneath the Cold is a dark BL thriller that explores the thin line between vengeance and longing, where every touch could heal or destroy. _______________ Main characters light description: Sergei Mikhailovich Sokolov (smert/serzh): At only 19yo, he stands as a tall, commanding figure whose broad silhouette and unshakable presence mark him as someone not to be underestimated. Despite his angelic and strikingly beautiful face, his piercing blue eyes reveal a deadly coldness that few dare to meet. Standing at 6’4”(1.93cm), with pale skin and raven black hair, he is the second leader of the feared Nochnaya Sova mafia. Strong,merciless,untouchable, he carries both elegance and danger in equal measure. Jiwon Schmidt (jiwonie): A man of both German and Korean blood, a well known disciplined lawyer ,whose youthful looks make him appear younger than his 34 years. With a healthy, well-formed body and the kind of handsomeness that draws lingering gazes, he carries himself with quiet strength. His dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin give him a grounded warmth,At 5’11.5 (1.82cm)tall contrasting against the icy world around him, he is neither ordinary nor forgettable.
D3CEMBRE · 10.9k Views

A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 386k Views

My Husband Died in Every Life Except This One

She has died for him nine times. In every past life, Seol Areum loved the same man — cold, brilliant, and utterly unreachable. A crown prince. A warlord. A nameless soldier. A ruthless CEO. Different faces, same soul. And in every single life, she watched him die in her arms... or worse, watched him forget her entirely. Now she's back. Again. Reincarnated into the body of a disgraced noble's daughter in a kingdom on the brink of war — and he is here too. Prince Kaien. The most feared man in the empire, with eyes like winter and a heart locked behind walls she's spent nine lifetimes trying to break. He doesn't remember her. He never does. But this time, something is different. Because this time — he's looking at her first. And this time, Seol Areum isn't going to cry, sacrifice herself, or let fate win. She's going to be selfish. She's going to be ruthless. She's going to make him fall so deeply that even death won't be able to take him from her. But the closer she gets to breaking his walls... the more she realizes the truth behind all nine of her deaths. It was never fate. Someone has been killing her — on purpose. "I have loved you across nine lives and watched you forget me every time. This is the last time I will be the one to break. In this life, I choose myself — until the moment you choose me too." — A story about love that transcends lives, a woman who refuses to be a sacrifice, and a man slowly remembering a soul he was never meant to forget.
Silver_Rain_ · 30.2k Views