บททั้งหมดของ DANGEROUS LOVE : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The knife was still quivering where it had buried itself in the wall, a hair's breadth from where Elison's head had been a second earlier."What th—" he started, but the words died in his throat as he registered the danger had already passed.A voice cut through the room before he could finish processing it — the same low, unbothered tone from the alley, except now it carried something almost smug."This brat finally knows where his home is."Elison spun around, heart still hammering, only to find the stranger had already vanished back into whatever shadow had spat them out. He didn't have time to chase the thought. He turned instead toward the staircase, toward the only person in this house who might actually care that he'd nearly been gutted in his own foyer."Mom," he said, voice cracking with leftover adrenaline, "I could have died."Adira Floris didn't even look up from whatever she was doing. "THEN DIE."Elison opened his mouth, closed it again, and decided that arguing with his

In Ivory Mansion.The chandelier above the grand staircase scattered warm light across marble floors polished to a mirror shine, the kind of opulence that had long since stopped impressing the family who lived beneath it. Lance Ivory stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed, doing his best impression of a man who had not, in fact, already lost this argument."I don't want to get married," he said again, as if repetition might change his parents' minds.His father, Ivan Ivory, didn't even look up from whatever he was doing. "It's for your safety, son.""Trust me, son," his mother Eira added, voice warm and utterly unconvincing in its reassurance, "they are very nice people."Lance exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "But I can take care of myself."That seemed to strike a nerve. Eira's expression flickered, something tired and worn settling behind her eyes. "If you can take care of yourself," she said slowly, "then you wouldn't have…" She stopped herself, shaking her head. "Nev

The room smelled of iron and rust—not from blood, not yet, but from the old chair the man had been tied to for the better part of an hour. Elison Floris stood before him with his sleeves already rolled to the elbow, though he hadn't touched a single thing. He didn't need to. His presence alone had a way of making people's spines curl inward, as if their bodies already understood danger before their minds caught up.The man in the chair was panting, sweat clinging to his collar, his breath coming out ragged and uneven."Looks like your owner has fed you well," Elison said, tilting his head, studying him the way one might study a particularly uninteresting insect."Do whatever you want," the man rasped, jaw tight. "I will not say anything."Elison's mouth curved, unbothered, almost amused. He turned toward the doorway where his personal assistant—and closest friend, though neither of them would ever say the word aloud—stood leaning against the frame with a glass in his hand, as though t

Lance Ivory flopped face-first onto his bed like a man who had given up on gravity entirely, one arm dangling off the edge of the mattress, the other still clutching his phone.*What's up? You look tired,* came the message from Van Hert, his best friend since childhood, always annoyingly perceptive even through a screen.*...nothing,* Lance typed back, though even he could tell how unconvincing it looked.*Lan.*Just his name. One word, and somehow it carried the full weight of Van's disbelief.Lance sighed, long and heavy, the kind of exhale that seemed to drag something loose in his chest along with it. *I'm getting married,* he finally admitted.*what's new in tha- WHAT??**ahh don't shout,* Lance typed quickly, wincing even though there was no actual sound involved.*wait, for real?**but what if...* Lance started, the sentence trailing off before he could even finish forming the thought.*don't think too much,* Van replied gently. *Your family and I are here. Don't be scared.*La

The abandoned factory groaned under its own weight, rusted staircases zigzagging up through the dark like the skeleton of something long dead. Heinz Floris stepped carefully over the debris scattered across the floor, phone pressed to his ear, voice clipped and businesslike even here, in the middle of nowhere."We have arri—" he started, before the call cut him off mid-sentence, forcing him to finish the conversation with a series of short, irritated replies instead.Beside him, Mateo Stellar took one look at what waited for them deeper in the building and exhaled slowly. "My goodness..."There, in the center of the ruined space, a man sat slumped in an old electric chair, wires coiled around his limbs and torso like something out of a nightmare, his body utterly still.Mateo crouched beside him, checking for any sign of life, though the answer was already obvious before he even finished. "He's dead," he confirmed grimly.Heinz pulled on a pair of gloves without being asked, his earli