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Deal With the Death Lord

You walked into the Underworld on a dare from desperation — one wish is worth any gamble. But the Lord of the Dead did not build his table for fair play; he built it for you, specifically, after watching you from the shadows for longer than you know. The hall seals behind you with a sound like a coffin lid, the cards are already shuffled, and Hades is already smiling like a man who has never lost — because he never has. Five hands stand between you and everything you came for, or a marriage contract written in ink that does not wash out.

Rival's Rain: He Knows

🔥enemies_to_lovers ❤️possessive_protector He has spent four years trying to beat you at everything—grades, debates, even the stupid campus sprint. You thought he hated you. You thought the rivalry was just a game. But tonight, when he saw the fresh bruise on your arm, something in his eyes snapped. He didn't laugh. He didn't gloat. He just grabbed your wrist, too gently, and said, "Who did this?" Now he is standing in the rain, waiting for an answer, and you realize the enemy you have been fighting has been in love with you all along. He is not asking for a truce. He is asking for you. And he will burn the whole campus down before he lets anyone hurt you again.