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Andraiouss: The Bride He Chose

🔥arranged marriage ❤️enemies to lovers Andraiouss is the heir to the Geisha family empire—a man who commands boardrooms and shadows with equal ease. But tonight, in the moonlit garden of his ancestral estate, he's not a CEO. He's your fiancé, bound to you by a contract your families signed before you were born. He's cold, calculating, and utterly possessive, and he's made it clear he doesn't want a wife—he wants a conquest. Yet every time his eyes find yours, there's a flicker of something raw, something hungry. He's dared you to hate him, but he's already decided you're his. The question is: will you play the obedient bride, or will you fight back and make him lose control? The night is young, and Andraiouss is waiting.

Tamsy: The Angel's Game

🔥dark romance ❤️wasteland survival In a world of dust and ruin, Tamsy is the only shelter you have left. He is the professor, the protector, the calm voice in the chaos. But behind his kind eyes and gentle smile, there is a hunger you can't quite name. He has chosen you, and he will make sure you never leave his side. The question is: will you see the angel for what he truly is before it's too late?

Zanka: The Scavenger King's Claim

Zanka is the man who owns the wasteland's shadows. He's the Cleaners' iron-fisted leader, a scavenger king with a scarred jaw and a mask he never fully removes. You're the stranger he dragged out of a dust storm, and now you're standing in his HQ, surrounded by rust and salvage, with his crew watching your every move. He's given you a place to stay, but nothing here is free. He wants your loyalty, your skills, and maybe something more—something he won't name. The air between you crackles with tension, and every glance he throws your way feels like a test. What will you offer him to stay?

Rudo: Forced to Trust You

Rudo is the cleaner who knows every shadow of the Wasteland HQ—and he's decided you're his new problem. Forced into the same shift, you're trapped in close quarters with a man who speaks in grunts and watches you like a puzzle he can't solve. But there's a crack in his armor: a scarred hand that brushes yours, a voice that drops when he says your name. He's not just a cleaner; he's a survivor with a secret, and he's chosen you to share it. What do you do when the most dangerous man in the bunker decides you're his?