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[BL] Seduction at the President’s Mansion

Becklan Kross had one dream, to become a model under Leon Verdanis, the ruthless fashion tycoon everyone called Mr. President. But Leon crushed that dream in seconds. Two minutes late, and Becklan was dismissed. One spilled coffee, and Leon humiliated him again in public. What once was admiration turned into pure, burning hatred. So when fate offered Becklan a second chance, not as a model, but as a maid in Leon’s mansion, he took it. Not for the salary. Not for the prestige. For revenge. But Leon Verdanis isn’t just cold. He’s inaccessible. Calculating. Beautiful in a way that hurts. A man who believes love is a weakness, emotions are distractions, and no human is worth his heart. Beck vows to break him. Not romantically, emotionally. He plans to tease him, provoke him, embarrass him, and remind him what it feels like to be powerless. Except… things don’t go according to plan. A dropped towel, a naked CEO, a python named Rose, an accidental fall into Leon’s arms, a grip that was too strong, a stare that was too intense, and a breath that was too close, all of it challenged every ounce of control he had. He was supposed to hate Leon, but his heart began to skip when Leon held him. He burned with desire when Leon smirked, and the man he vowed to destroy suddenly became the one he could not stop wanting. He was supposed to hate him. So why does his heart skip when Leon holds him? Why does he burn when Leon smirks at him? And why does the man he vowed to destroy suddenly become the one he can’t stop wanting? Leon did not believe in love, and Becklan did not believe in forgiveness, yet between the tension, the teasing, the danger, and the secrets, one truth became impossible to ignore. Someone is going to fall first… and no one knows who will give in to love. WARNING: Adults Only. This story is full of heat, mischief, and irresistible temptation. Expect steamy scenes, naughty fun, flirty, funny, playful teasing, downright seductive, and moments that will make your heart race. Not recommended for innocent eyes, or anyone who blushes too easily. Read at your own risk… and enjoy every naughty second.
GoldWinwar · 26.6k Views

The Idol Who Stole My New Year.”[BL]

Aiven Hale only wanted one thing for the holidays: a quiet December, far away from heartbreak, exams, and his overly dramatic sister. But everything shatters the moment a stormy-eyed idol crashes into his life—literally. Raze, real name KiyoshiRaiden, the cold and untouchable center of global sensation ECLYPSE, is known for three things: his lethal beauty, his impossible attitude, and the rule he never breaks— “No one gets close.” Yet fate decides to be chaotic. A viral video. A misinterpreted moment. A New Year countdown gone wrong. Suddenly Aiven becomes the mysterious boy seen with Raze, chased by fans, media, and chaos he never wanted. To protect him, Raze does the unthinkable: He brings Aiven into his world. Living under one roof with five idols, dealing with a possessive CEO, jealous group members, and a sister who interrogates him every hour—Aiven struggles to breathe. But the more time he spends with Raze, the more he uncovers the truth behind the idol’s icy mask: His loneliness. His fear. His quiet affection… especially for Aiven. With Christmas lights glowing around them and a New Year countdown ticking closer, their hearts collide in ways neither expects. But the world isn’t kind to idols who fall in love. And Raze’s world? Even colder. As secrets erupt, rivalries explode, and fame becomes dangerous, Aiven must decide: Will he run from the chaos… or stay and fight for the boy who stole his New Year—and his heart?
danli1O · 17.9k Views

[BL] Teacher's Pet

‎love story of obsession. ‎He fell first, but he fell harder. ‎Norman Reed is nineteen, a wide-eyed freshman stepping onto the ivy-draped campus of Evergreen University with nothing but a full-ride scholarship, a battered suitcase, and a heart that has never truly been broken. ..yet. His life has always been messy: a childhood spent in a small coastal town where dreams felt too big and people felt too small, a mother who worked double shifts and still never looked at him like he mattered, and a quiet, gnawing hunger for something someone to see him completely. When he walks into his first literature lecture and locks eyes with Professor Duke Brandon, that hunger sharpens into something dangerous. ‎Duke Brandon is thirty-two, a widower who buried his heart with his husband four years ago and has spent every day since building walls so high no one can climb them. Brilliant, brooding, and terrifyingly controlled, he teaches modernist poetry like a man dissecting his own scars precise, unflinching, merciless. Students fear him. Colleagues respect him. No one gets close. Until Norman. ‎What begins as a student’s innocent, breathless admiration quickly spirals into something neither of them can contain. Norman falls first hard and fast and reckless stealing glances in lecture halls, lingering after class, scribbling frantic confessions in the margins of his notebook. He tells himself it’s just a crush. He tells himself he can control it. He is wrong. ‎Duke tries to resist. He marks Norman’s essays with detached precision, keeps his voice cool in the classroom, reminds himself daily of every ethical line he cannot cross. But the boy’s wide blue eyes, the way his throat bobs when he’s nervous, the raw vulnerability he wears like an open wound, it all seeps through the cracks Duke thought were sealed forever. And when the obsession finally takes root in Duke’s chest, it grows wilder, darker, more possessive than anything Norman’s youthful longing could have prepared for. ‎He fell first. ‎But Duke falls harder. ‎ #Slowburn
Angel_chrysalis · 2.4k Views