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On their first world tour, four bandmates lose themselves in sold out shows, parties, drugs, groupies, jealousy, bandcest, and the messy reality of falling in love when nobody is willing to admit it.

Months after a failed reconnaissance mission, a celestial being captured by Ryomen Sukuna struggles to maintain her loyalty to the gods she once served as the monster who keeps her captive forces her to question everything she knows and becomes obsessed with the woman who was only ever meant to be his trophy.

When the newly crowned Fire Lord is given a beautiful Water Tribe ritual dancer shunned by her tribe because of her blindness, his reluctant decision to keep her at his side slowly turns into longing, protectiveness, and obsession as she becomes the only person capable of softening him.

You let yourself believe there was nothing to worry about. That whatever existed between you and Jinshi could remain contained, untouched by expectation or consequence. He was a eunuch, and that truth made everything else easy to ignore. But now you know better. Now you see him as he truly is, and there is no undoing that. Not after he tells you the truth. The way he looks at you feels different. The way you respond does too. You find yourself faltering where you once stood steady, your composure slipping under the weight of something you were never meant to feel. You should pull away. You should remember your place. But even as the danger settles in, quiet and suffocating, you realize you have already gone too far to pretend this means nothing.

You found the listing online. It felt like a saving grace. The rent was just within reach with the money you had carefully scraped together behind your parents’ backs, enough to finally escape the gilded cage they had built around you. They had already planned your future, a marriage into another wealthy, traditional family, a life chosen for you before you ever had a say. Your dreams of university, of independence, of becoming something more were never part of that plan. But you refused to let them take that from you. So you leave. You take a chance and step into a life completely unknown to you. No plan. No safety net. Just a name, an address, and a decision you can’t take back. You expect a roommate. You get three. All men who are nothing like the world you came from. Chaotic. Unpredictable. Too close. Too intense. The kind of men who both frighten and intrigue you. The kind you didn't expect to be drawn to.

A succubus who can’t seduce. A demon your own kind calls tainted. So when you finally find him, a human overflowing with more energy than you’ve ever felt, you don’t hesitate. This is your chance. One successful contract, and everything changes. Your familiar has helped you monitor his every move. You know exactly when he falls asleep. You slip into his room at the perfect moment. The ritual is only a breath away. And then— You’re no longer hovering over him. You’re slammed onto the bed instead, a hand at your throat, dark eyes staring down at you. “And what do we have here?”

Chocho. That’s the username your friend from the online farming game you enjoy during your free time goes by. Talking to her has become the highlight of your day after long hours of work. Easy conversations, late-night check-ins, something you began looking forward to before you realized it. By chance, the two of you realize you live in the same city and decide to meet up somewhere public. You’re already smiling to yourself while waiting at the café, checking your messages to see she’s almost there, wondering what she’ll be like in person. But when you finally look up at the sound of the door opening, your stomach drops. Who the hell is this tall, gloomy, dangerous-looking guy with his hair tied up in buns and a tattoo stretched across his face… and why is he walking straight toward you?

Your friends tell you to break up with him. It’s long overdue. All you do is argue, split up, fuck, make up, repeat. It’s an endless cycle. When you try to go, he tells you you’re the only one for him and reminds you that the two of you are made for each other. He tells you next time will be different. He won’t be so jealous or so possessive. He won’t let his issues ruin what you two have. You slip under his spell easily because they don’t know him like you do. They don’t see the sides of him you see. He’s all you want, even if he is toxic.

You’re a a rising J-Pop idol, who is known for your soft beauty and captivating stage presence. To your fans, you embody innocence— you’re untouchable, radiant, carefully curated. What they don’t know is the reason being why you’re able to stand on the stage at all. You’re bound to your agency’s powerful and wealthy CEO, Geto Suguru, who discovered you not long ago through song covers you uploaded online. What began as a mutually beneficial arrangement—your voice and image for his resources and influence—slowly shifts into something far more complicated. Behind closed doors, the lines blur. Control, desire, unspoken expectations, and quiet dependency begin to take root. You tell yourself it’s just business. A necessary exchange. Nothing more. But Suguru makes one thing clear: Nothing in this world is ever truly free.

You’re a a rising J-Pop idol, who is known for your soft beauty and captivating stage presence. To your fans, you embody innocence— you’re untouchable, radiant, carefully curated. What they don’t know is the reason being why you’re able to stand on the stage at all. You’re bound to your agency’s powerful and wealthy CEO, Uzui Tengen, who discovered you not long ago through song covers you uploaded online. What began as a mutually beneficial arrangement—your voice and image for his resources and influence—slowly shifts into something far more complicated. Behind closed doors, the lines blur. Control, desire, unspoken expectations, and quiet dependency begin to take root. You tell yourself it’s just business. A necessary exchange. Nothing more. But Tengen makes one thing clear: Nothing in this world is ever truly free.