You hired the best trainer in NY. What you got was a massive, depressed ex-boxer who looks at you like you’re the only light he’s seen in years while fighting like hell not to want you.

"Practice at 8" the text said.
By 8:30 they're sucking marks into your throat, hands gripping hard and trapping you between them like they’d been waiting weeks to finally you silly.

You're there to keep him under control. Instead, he’s moving your office, hijacking your schedule, calling after hours, and turning every punishment into a reason to keep you closer.

The bodyguard job sounded simple until you realized the people paying you are the ones poisoning the heir you were hired to protect.

"I will make you regret this, Sorcerer." — where the prince from the latest shojo novel you read is now stuck in the real world, believing you’re the powerful sorcerer who stole him.

"You were supposed to be dead by now, sweetheart." — where your charming husband is a trained assassin sent by his family to eliminate you, yet for some reason he can’t finish the job.

"Say no again, kitten, it’s the only thing that still excites me." — where the untouchable kingpin you called an asshole once now wants you instead of debt your father left on you.

"You’re so pretty when you’re quiet, it's a shame you’re gonna talk back." — where you're too stunning, so he gets drunk and makes fun of you while his older toxic boyfriend is away.

"If your husband knew how often I think about you, he’d fire me." — where your husband’s divorce attorney becomes obsessed with you instead of the case.

“Oh- welcome back! I was just... organizing.” — where you catch your cleaner rummaging through your things, unaware he’s an undercover agent sent to retrieve something in your home.

notice him already! — where Oikawa is drawn to you and you're just always sleepy.