enemiestolovers

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

They wanted a villain, so I became one. Publicly humiliated and cast aside, Lina became an easy target after she was rejected by her fated mate, Kain, the Alpha's son. Used by those in power, blamed for things she didn't do, and abandoned when she needed protection the most, her first life ended violently and unfairly. But that wasn't the end. She was reborn into several years in the past with the memories of her death intact, and was aware of everything that would happen. Lina refuses to make the same choices again. This time, she keeps her distance, hardens herself, and stops trying to be good for people who never valued her. But no matter how careful she threads, fate still tied her down to the same person. Only this time, she had two fated mates instead of one, Kain's twin brother, Louis. And despite having rejected her and ruined her life previously, Kain is now desperate to reclaim her. However, as the saying goes, once bitten, twice shy. Lina refuses to fall back in her old ways again. He may want her back, but it doesn't mean she will still be there, waiting for him. Excerpt (Lina's POV) "You want an answer right? Fine…" I shot back, my expression hardening. "I feel nothing for you. Besides, aren't you already engaged? What more do you want from a lowly slave like me?" my words came out harsh, not because I meant to sound harsh, I just….I couldn't take the risk, not with a Winston. My fate could end up just like before, if I dared to let myself waver. I noticed his expression harden, his eyes turning cold as he quietly moves away to let me pass. I didn't waste another second there. I rushed out of his quarters, my eyes burning as I tried to hold back my tears. The emotions welling up inside me, so much pain than I've ever felt before, sadness….these couldn't be mine. I froze where I stood, clutching my chest as the emotions overwhelmed me. It was at that moment that it dawned on me. He was actually in love with me. But how? When? I don't understand. What in the world is going on, why had events become so unpredictable, so many things had changed I don't even know what to do anymore. If Louis was in love with me, then…maybe I finally had a chance to use him to change my fate. Carla has already proposed this, but I was afraid I'll end up being betrayed, used and then cast aside just like the past. But this was different now, he loves me.That makes him a risk… and an opportunity.... I just needed to use him to change my fate, I didn't have to love him back. Using him meant crossing a line I swore I never would. It meant becoming something I despised. But what was the alternative? I don't know what came over me, but I turned around, heading back into the room where I found him laying on the bed. He sat up in a hurry as I barged into the room, his eyes wide with surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting me to come back. "You—" he stopped himself, pushing himself upright. "Why are you here? " I didn't answer immediately. I stood there, staring at him, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched like he was bracing himself for rejection all over again. "I lied," I said finally.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."

She accidentally barged into his room interrupting his peaceful time, and since then, he took great pleasure in tormenting her. Hearing about his engagement, she crashed his engagement party and clung to his arm, intending to create a fuss. Unexpectedly, he suddenly grabbed her hand and announced loudly, "The woman I want to marry is her!" She opened her eyes wide, her mischievous plan effectively backfiring and causing her nothing but trouble! How terrible! She needed to escape, but it was too late! The angrier she got, the happier he became, as he held her and publicly showered her with kisses. "Mr. President! But the man I want to marry is him!!" She pointed at her beloved man not far away. "..." The room turned into total chaos, and the president was not pleased.

SOLD TO THE DEMON PRINCE My mother has sold three of my sisters to the flesh markets. I am next. I am Aurelia. My only worth is written in my face: my eyes—purple so rare that men kill for less. Let the auctioneer come. Let some lord or monster think he owns me. The moment his hands touch my skin, I will slice his throat and make a pudding of his blood. But I cannot run. Not yet. My youngest sister, Flavia, remains—an eleven-year-old genius trapped in this brothel my mother calls a home. My rage must be a shield, not just a sword. Five years ago, the dark creatures came. They poured from the northern wastes like a plague given form. They slaughtered my father. They burned our villa to ash. They took everything. Now I live in the Lupanar, Rome's most infamous brothel. My mother rules it with gold and cruelty. My sisters were sold one by one. And at dawn, the slaver comes for me. I have one chance. Flavia has been planning our escape for three months. She knows which guards sleep at which hour. She knows where Mother hides her coin. And she has found a man who owes me a debt—a soldier named Titus, who waits for us at the Porta Capena with horses and a promise. But Titus is not what he seems. My mother does not lose what she owns. And the dark creatures who killed my father are not the only monsters in this world. There is a prince. They say his gaze turns flesh to stone. They say he collects purple-eyed girls like coins. They say he has never looked upon a woman who did not die or turn to art. He has been searching for fifteen years. He has found two who survived. I will be the third. And I will ruin him...

It always starts with an accident. That’s how all these stories go. One moment, you’re minding your own business, and the next, you wake up in someone else’s body. For Caspian, his accident started earlier than he even knew. Maybe it began when his sister got him into romance novels? Or when he started really sympathizing with the villains at the ends of books? He’d never know. It was too late to worry about it now. For now, he had to find a way to fix this nightmare, or rehabilitate his image, all while trying to free himself from the fate set out for him. All because of the damn "gods" who he'd cut a deal with. These were the only two options he had available, and he wasn’t sure he could succeed at either. The man he had taken over for had been…a true piece of work. And the secret villain of the book he had been reading before he passed. It had been a harem novel. A reverse harem novel. He was trapped in a huge ass CASTLE with a bunch of men who hated him because he was taking affection and time away from their shared wife. All Cass wanted to do was be a good person, not mess around with this poor woman and her far too handsome husbands. But why would no one leave him alone? Was he too suspicious? And why, after going out of his way to avoid them like they had asked, did they keep pestering him? And where did the heroine go? How was he going to manage three, handsome men without the heroine?

Ms. Scott used to have a terrible reputation, and nobody wanted to marry her. She had no choice but to find herself a temporary husband. They agreed this was only an act, but why did this man follow her around all day long? "Honey, it's too cold tonight. I want to hold you while we sleep..." After getting married, Ms. Scott was no longer bullied. In fact, the tables had turned. Those who bullied her had no choice but to apologize to her for what they did in the past. Just as she sighed in relief and was prepared to get a divorce, he pulled her into his arms. "Honey, who else bullied you in the past? I'll deal with them. You can do whatever you want. I'll always support you. Don't worry. "Hmm. I guess the divorce isn't going to work out. There was also a child who wrapped his arms around her legs and called her Mommy. Could anybody tell her when she gave birth to a child?

Laura Charles has to keep her head down. To work. To keep her carefully built walls up. Because last time they weren't? She lost everything. Now, coming to work as a ladies' maid for a noble family, she has to walk the delicate line between the wings, carefully concealing her past. She can't let anything shake her. Aleksi Kazarin is in a new country. A new house. One where he doesn't speak the language and they aren't exactly welcoming. He thinks this was a colossal mistake, until she arrives. A stuck up woman who has absolutely no interest in him? What could be more fun than to get on her nerves? They're terrible for each other, and yet, neither of them seems to be able to stay away.

Zhu Kang, a trafficked soul, was captured by an evil organization and was stripped of his real memories. Unaware of the dangers he worked for this evil corporation as a system. One day, all of a sudden, fifteen men dressed in black started a shoot-out killing all the other systems. In desperation, Kang threw himself into a transmigration device that tossed his soul into a random world. "System 202 has escaped.... a-again.....” one of the black-clothed men said. Trembling, he glanced at their team leader. Kai Alden gritted his teeth. “You let him slip away so easily! Send me into that world. I will capture my dear System and bring him back here,”

After so many years of matchmaking, Tian Shi, the angel of love, still failed to find a love match for Hui Long. Frustrated, the young angel resorted to drinking away his sorrows. “I curse you! You… you loveless human!!! Arghhh!!!” Tian Shi shouted at the heavens. “You cold-hearted man!! Turn into a pig!!!! At least then I can eat you.” But little did he know his words came true. Hui Long, who was currently walking home after his dinner meeting, suddenly felt a pain in his gut. The next second, he changed into a small pink piglet. ‘Huh? What? Who?’ the little pig, lost in the middle of the busy city, looked around dazedly. “Ah, a pig…” Tian Shi picked up the little lost creature and held it up to his face. Unceremoniously, he separated the pig's legs and giggled. “Oh, you're a boy.” The pig let out a loud squeal. ‘Where are you looking, you absurd!!!’ Not understanding the pig language, the young angel giggled. “I'll call you Little Gold. Let's go home. After you are all grown up, I'll make you into pig trotters~” That is how our protagonist got cursed into a pig and kidnapped by a lunatic love angel.

" Give me that damn notebook and I'll sign it" "Wait! are you serious about this?" " I am dead serious" They look at each other as the look back to Jennie and give her a nod. " Remember if you sign this , there is no turning back" " Yes, I do remember" Jennie reply. Now I'm gonna show that Lisa Manoban, my revenge and I'm gonna break her heart. my friends gave me the notebook that have 10 things I need to do, to break Lisa's Heart with the written rules and a pen. I reach for it then I immediately sign the contract.

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much

what if jay was smart, rich and powerful. and what if Kiefer was her only match in her power?

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (R18)] Penelope Anderson, long past the age society deems “marriageable” and burdened by rumor, devotes herself to securing a perfect match for her younger sister after experiencing an unsuccessful courtship. Everything proceeds as planned until Lord Anthony Ravenport, a notorious rake she once met under scandalous circumstances, becomes her sister’s most promising suitor. Though Penelope knows he is dangerously unsuitable, his status makes him impossible to refuse. As tensions rise, so does an undeniable attraction between Penelope and Anthony, one that threatens to ruin not only her sister’s future, but the fragile reputation of their entire family. *** “Why do you despise me so much that you consider everything I do unworthy of your blessings!” he demanded, eyes bright with frustration and restrained fury. “Because you are unworthy of one!” she yelled back, her gaze holding the same frustration as his. “You’re unworthy to be a husband, unworthy of my sister, unworthy of love, unworthy of everything! Your presence is only making things worse for Franseca,” “And your presence isn’t?!” he spat back, his composure gradually dwindling as seconds passed. “Just because you think you’re better off unmarried doesn’t make her one. She shows interest in me as much as I do her!” “Oh, is that so?” She countered, mockery and disbelief laced in her tone. “I know men like you. And men like you thrive on pity and selfishness, believing women to be nothing else but breeders and assets! How dare you speak of interest when all you think of is what benefit my sister possesses!” “I know women like you,” he retorted, keeping his voice likewise. “Women whose conclusions are based on personal grudges. Women who are blinded by rage, envy, and jealousy, disguised under safety. Women whose hearts are hardened by grief and sorrow, and all they can think of is affecting other people’s lives!” “How dare you,” Penelope seethed, expression cold in fury and her gaze heated in cold rage. No one has ever talked to her the way he did, and it annoyed her to such an extent that she could barely recognize herself anymore. “Oh, are you pained?” he snorted, mockery plastered in his expression. They were so close, so improperly close that their breath fanned against each other, eyes brightened in rage, chest rising and falling from such pressure. But neither of them seemed to realize. “You are… insufferable!” She spat. “And you’re… aggravating!” he returned, hot breath matching hers, as their chest rose and fell in exasperation. For a moment, the world revolved around heated glares and venomous expressions. Finally, those pair of grey eyes left the storm of dark-brown ones, descending on her lips that were only an inch away. Sensing his diverted attention, her breath stuttered in response, eyes descending against those inviting lips in return. Penelope’s heart raced wildly, breath puffing furiously as she swallowed the lump down her throat, unconsciously wetting her lips. “S-Stay away… from my sister,” She said, words barely above a whisper. Her heart raced, echoing in her ears, causing her to feel dizzy. His eyes darkened as they remained on those inviting lips. “You’ll be the end of me,” he whispered back. And in the blink of an eye, his lips crashed against hers. *** PS: BASED ON HISTORICAL SETTINGS AND TIMELINE. #Slowburnromance #enemiestolovers A/N: There will be slow updates for now, until I conclude “Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin”. Although this is my entry for WSA 2026. Thank you for trying this out!

They say seven is the number of perfection. For Luna Seraphine, it was the number that ended her silence. Six times, she tore the divorce papers apart, choosing love over pride, endurance over dignity, surrendering to the cruel demands of the mate who never cherished her. The seventh time, she signed her name without trembling. Alpha Ravyn panicked. His mistress, Daisy, the daughter of Seraphine’s former nanny, laughed it off. She’s only throwing a tantrum, they said. She’ll crawl back. They were wrong. The truth shattered what little remained of her heart: the child she had loved and raised for six years was never hers. That revelation became her breaking point. This time, Luna Seraphine walked away without looking back. As her power rose, so did Ravyn’s regret. The Alpha who once discarded her now slept outside her door, desperate for a single glance. But the woman who opened that door was no longer the Luna he broke. Cold, untouchable, unforgiving. Ravyn fell to his knees, begging for her hand, only to realize he was no longer the only one. Men of influence and power now competed for her attention because Luna Seraphine was no longer just a Luna. She was a world-renowned business mogul, a shadowed philanthropist. The most sought-after surgeon of her time, and a cyber genius. Then, a powerful, cold Alpha, one infamous for hating women, just shook the entire werewolf world and the North American billionaire elite, the Sovereign Circle, with a single tweet. “Sera is mine. I’ll pluck out the eyes of anyone who dares to look at her.” The internet exploded. The pack world went silent, and Ravyn… lost his mind. But the real question is this, will he dare challenge the richest, most powerful Alpha in the world… for the ex-wife he let go?

⚠️ EXTREME CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Dark werewolf romance. Raw knotting that locks them for minutes. Savage ruts and primal claiming. A fierce huntress who learns to beg. 18+ only. Soft readers — run. Filthy readers — stay. ~ "Just say the words and I'm yours, Huntress." His voice is hoarse and shaky, and I smile against his lips. "Say it." He pulls back and fists his length, scorching my punani with the head of his cock. ~ Cover is mine.

Blurb: Freshman Year In College is a beautiful modern fairytale set in the heart of the University of Oxford. Felicity Paddington is a girl with big dreams and a hopeful heart. She loves her family deeply, especially her father even though he abandoned her and her mother years ago. She doesn’t understand why he left, and that unanswered question still haunts her. Once, she gave her heart to Theodore Owen, and he broke it. Since then, Felicity has kept her heart carefully guarded. Freshman year is meant to be a new beginning. A new campus. New friends. No distractions. Getting accepted into Oxford feels like the opportunity she has been waiting for, a chance to grow, discover herself, and build the future she has always imagined. Everything changes when she is accepted into Oxford. College is supposed to be her fresh start, the moment she finally steps into the life she has always dreamed of. But on her very first days on campus, Felicity meets a charming and mysterious boy named Christopher Buckingham Blake. Confident, complicated, and completely unexpected, he unsettles everything she planned. Christopher is not an ordinary student. He is the Prince of England, heir to the throne of England. A royal who refuses to be controlled by palace rules and tradition, he chooses freedom instead of a crown. He leaves royal life behind to attend university, hoping to live a normal life, even if it means clashing with his powerful father, the King. He is rebellious, carefree, and full of mistakes but he loves his family deeply, despite the tension between them. When Christopher meets Felicity, everything changes. Between lectures, late night conversations, study sessions, new friendships, jealous rivals, misunderstandings, and hidden secrets, their worlds slowly collide. What begins as enemies to lovers, an innocent friendship turns into a slow-burn romance neither of them expected or planned. But loving a prince comes with a price, forbidden feelings, royal scandals, dangerous choices and risky decisions that threaten their happiness. As Felicity moves through her first year, she must face heartbreak, buried family secrets, and the truth about love itself. College will test her strength, challenge her dreams, and stretch her heart in ways she never imagined. Freshman year in college was supposed to be about survival. Instead, it may change her destiny forever. A story of love, self-discovery, friendship, personal growth, loyalty, and unforgettable first experiences. Freshman Year In College is a romantic, and emotional journey about growing up, chasing dreams, and finding love where it is least expected.

"Block him." "He's technically still my boss." "Then block him with dignity." The call ended again. And then started again. I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt. "Yes, Mr. Walton?" "Have you changed your mind yet?" I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough. "Do you ever take a break?" I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand. "You're avoiding the question." "Because it's a dumb question." He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. "It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer." "It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to." There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker. "You are acting unreasonably." " Unreasonable?" I sat up. "I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday." "Isabella-" "Certainly not, Mr. Walton." I mimicked his tone perfectly. "I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with." SYNOPSIS Isabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story. But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger. Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not. Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position. Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival. So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend. No feelings attached. No drama. Just business. Or so she thought. "Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes," he said, passing by without a glance. The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud. I opened it. The contract. All of it. --- Enemies to lovers? Check. Slow burn? Hmmnyea. Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes. Delicious workplace tension? Of course. Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely. Smut?? Wanna find out? Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.