He went to Vegas for poker, not a fucking spouse he hates. One blackout, one chapel, one ring he can’t get off, and his mother is alredy smiling like he brought home exactly who she wanted.

He was supposed to find the fake love letter, fall for it, and become another locker room’s joke. You were only supposed to be a delivery . Nobody planned for him to fall for you.

You’re a new young professor everyone is already watching, and the campus bad boy just took a bet to you with a proof. He thinks it’ll be easy. He thinks a lot of stupid shit.

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.