Stories where love is never simple, desire is never harmless, and every secret comes with a price.
Before you enter
Reader advisory
These novels are intended for mature readers, 18+. They may contain explicit sexual content, strong language, violence, emotional manipulation, obsession, possessive behavior, betrayal, trauma, power imbalances, morally gray characters, and other mature or potentially disturbing content. Review each title’s warning and read responsibly.
Prince Lucien has spent his life beneath the weight of a crown he will one day wear. Elias is only a court poet, but in the quiet corners of the palace, he becomes the one person Lucien can love without pretending.
Their romance must remain hidden. In a kingdom built on appearances, a prince and a poet can never belong to one another openly. But Corvin, the king’s jester, has watched Lucien for far too long.
When Corvin discovers the truth, he turns devotion into a weapon and forces the prince to understand that some love does not want to be returned. It wants to be obeyed.
He was nineteen, beautiful, adored, and impossible to touch. His twenty-one-year-old stepbrother wanted to be the first person to leave fingerprints on him.
One drunken night gives Nico exactly what he needs: a video, a secret, and a way inside Ethan’s perfect life. Soon anonymous messages begin appearing, and a masked stranger drags Ethan toward desires he has never allowed himself to name.
What begins as blackmail becomes control. What begins as hatred becomes obsession. Some people destroy you all at once. He plans to do it slowly. Quietly.
Everybody loves Elliot Mercer. At Bellweather University, he is charming, brilliant, and sweet enough to remember your coffee order. Ronan Vale knows better.
Then a student disappears. When a body is discovered and questions begin spreading across campus, police start looking for answers. A mysterious figure known only as Saint seems to know far too much about Elliot, Ronan, and the secrets they would do almost anything to protect.
The closer danger gets, the harder it becomes to tell where love ends and complicity begins.
Theodore Whitmore has spent his life being the man other people can live with: a forty-year-old NYU professor, ten years married, with a controlled voice and a controlled life.
Luca Price lives across the courtyard. At twenty-six, he built a career as PriceAfterDark by deciding exactly what the camera is allowed to see. An accidental glance becomes a habit, a name, a subscription, and a private recording neither man meant anyone else to own.
Off Camera is a dark, morally messy story about performance and intimacy, watching and being seen, returning and staying.
They’ve spent years in the same rooms, the same circles, close enough to feel the pull and careful enough to pretend it wasn’t there. He learned how to look away. How to keep his hands to himself. How to act like the way his chest tightened when they were left alone didn’t mean anything.
Until the night the pretending stopped.
One reckless moment turns into something neither of them can walk back from. The secret starts living in the space between them—every glance that lasts too long, every almost-touch, every time they’re forced to stand close and act like nothing has changed. Now every conversation feels like a risk. Every time they almost say it out loud makes the want worse. And the longer they keep falling, the harder it becomes to remember why this was supposed to stay forbidden in the first place.
His brother trusts him.
His brother has no idea.
Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed.
They cross it anyway. And once they do, neither of them knows how to stop.
The one person who looked at him without calculation, without wanting something back, without seeing the parts of him that had already been broken. Soft where everything else had been sharp. Steady when the rest of the world felt like it was waiting for him to fail.
For a while, that was enough.
Then the quiet started to feel like a hook. The gentleness stopped feeling safe and started feeling like something he needed more of, then more than he should, then more than he could live without. Every soft touch made the want sharper. Every promise that nothing had to change made the obsession worse. The closer they get, the clearer it becomes that the sweetness he was offered was never meant to last—and that he might be the one who ruins it.
He told himself he could keep it.
That he could have this one thing without destroying it.
He was wrong.
Some things taste sweet right up until the moment you realize they’re the only thing keeping you from starving. And by then, it’s already too late to put them down.
