The Empire's Tiger, the cold-blooded Grand Duke Havel Precia, is rumored to have blue blood flowing in his veins. There's a woman who gave the terrifying man, whose name alone could stop a crying child, a love potion?... more>>

"A potion, you say. What are you talking about, my lady?"

Surprisingly, that incredibly unlucky and foolish woman was me.

"It's a love potion. I put it in that wine earlier!"

"So, I drank a love potion..."

He slowly picked up the small bottle containing the antidote with two fingers and shook it.

"If I drink this antidote, will all my feelings for you disappear?"

I nodded vigorously. Things were definitely messy, but it wouldn't be a big problem if the Grand Duke just drank the antidote.

But... why.

"What should I do, my lady? I still feel like I'm going crazy with how lovely you are."

Had his gaze, after chugging the antidote, become even deeper than before? And then, his captivating smile followed.

"The potion isn't working. I feel like I'll die like this, so it seems you'll have to take responsibility for me, my lady."

I looked at him and thought seriously.

'I'm screwed.' <<less

What are the unspoken rules that former lovers must follow?... more>>

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Never reach for them at dawn.

Never speak their name when drunk.

Never hesitate to discard the things you shared.

Among these, perhaps the most crucial rule that all must follow is this:

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Never, under any circumstances, entangle your body with a former lover.

And yet...

"You're saying you've been cursed with 'The Naim'?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's right," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

The Naim - a curse that turns one flesh to stone.

Its hallmark: the etching of 'someone's name' near the victim's heart.

Only two methods existed to lift this curse:

Either have it dispelled, or become intimately acquainted with the name's owner.

"So, tell me," Beatrice locked eyes with the man before her.

"Whose name, is it?"

Erich's lips curved into that crooked smile she remembered too well. He raised one elegant finger, pointing directly at her.

"Yours." <<less

Ella, a simple maid in the palace who loves antiques.... more>>

One day, while cleaning the imperial basement, she acquires an old music box and begins to have dangerous dreams every night…

“Who are you?”

As her voice trembled, the man’s lips curled into a seductive smile.

“A monster that will devour you.”

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“I want to see you cry and cling to me.”

He gently caressed Ella’s cheek with a smile, but his touch and words made her hair stand on end.

The man looked at Ella, trembling with fear, with a satisfied expression.

Her thighs spread wide as his large member brushed against her wet folds.

“Hah, no… stop.”

The feel of the man’s hot pen!s was startling, as if it would penetrate her in an instant.

Feeling terrified, Ella struggled to break free, but his strong arms wouldn’t let her go.

“Stop resisting uselessly and cling to me while crying. Maybe then I’ll show some mercy.”

As his hand gently stroked down her spine, Ella’s stiff body began to relax.

The moment her body lost its strength and a languid breath escaped her lips, the man thrust his pen!s deep inside her. <<less

“Do I need to teach you how to submit first?”... more>>

Aster Cloud, a young and talented officer of the Carta army, is both the target of Rité’s revenge and the driving force behind her life.

To survive, and to escape this quagmire with her beloved brother, she resolves to take others’ lives without hesitation.

“Kill your emotions, Rité. That’s the only way you can survive.”

But she was unaware that the enemy she sought to kill would become her last hope. Only after sinking deep into the mire did she realize she could never escape from him.

And the same was true for him. She had painted colors all over his bleak, monochrome world. Their worlds, once believed to be incompatible, had slowly merged, becoming inseparable.

He only realized after he had driven her to the brink of death with his own hands. <<less