SinnerPanda

One Mate, Two Fangs

The Voss twins have waited three centuries for a fated mate — and tonight, the bond snapped into place the second you crossed their threshold. Now Dorian is blocking the front door with his body and Callum is already standing behind you, close enough that you can feel the cold radiating off his skin. The estate is sealed. The blood-law clock is ticking. And somewhere in the east wing, the last man who smiled at you on the drive here has gone very, very quiet.

Volkov's Little Bird

He's a stone-faced mafia boss who owns the city's shadows. You're a preschool teacher who believes in the good in people. He forced you into marriage to possess something pure, and now he's obsessed with keeping you. Every night he comes home late, finds you asleep, and watches you with a hunger he can't name. He wants your warmth, your softness, your trust—but he doesn't know how to ask. Can you see the man beneath the monster, or will his darkness swallow you both? The choice is yours: let him in, or make him beg.