Not Quite Dead Yet Synopsis Little Keld is the kind of town where cats nap in bakery windows and nothing bad ever happens- until Seungcheol Choi, the beloved high school teacher, vanishes without a trace. Everyone grieved. Everyone moved on. Everyone, except his husband. Jeonghan Yoon didn't lose his mind when Seungcheol disappeared. He lost it long before that-probably somewhere between the first fight and the last kiss. So when the police called it an accident, he nodded. When the neighbors sent casseroles, he smiled. And when he buried Seungcheol under the peonies behind their house, he made sure they bloomed beautifully that year. But then- a year later, on a perfectly unremarkable evening, Seungcheol came home. Same face. Same voice. Same wedding ring catching the porch light. Except Jeonghan remembers breaking that hand when he buried him. Little Keld calls it a miracle. Jeonghan calls it what it is-a haunting in the shape of a man he couldn't stop loving, and couldn't quite keep dead. And when that familiar hand slides over his again, warm, alive, impossible-he doesn't pull away. He just listens to the garden shifting outside, soil breathing, roots whispering, welcome back. After all, who wants to be the only one in town insisting that their resurrected husband is an impostor?

When Hell sets its sights on corrupting a mortal soul, Heaven answers by sending its fiercest angel to protect what's pure. But what happens when the devil and the angel, sworn enemies by nature, find themselves falling into an emotion neither was meant to feel? In a world divided by light and darkness, their love becomes the greatest rebellion of all.

Jeonghan's affection for Joshua was unswerving, at least that's what he thought until life threw him a curveball, in the form of Seungcheol's child growing inside him.

𝒱𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 💐💌 ────── °˖➴<𝟑 ────── DISCLAIMER: ⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT, UNHINGED DYNAMICS, DARK MAFIA THEMES, POSSESSIVE LOVE, AND LIGHT ANGST. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Some meetings are accidents. Some are not. Kim Mingyu never believed in fate. He believed in brushes, blank canvases, and earning every little thing he owned. Boo Seungkwan never believed in coincidences. In his world, everything happened for a reason. So when a painter and a mafia cross paths at the most unexpected moment, it feels less like chance and more like something already written. Their story unfolds in fragments. In places they weren't supposed to be. In moments that interrupt everything else. Every time they meet, something shifts. Every time they part, the pull only grows stronger. This is not a love that arrives quietly. It finds them in the middle of chaos. It stays even when they try to walk away. A painter. A mafia. And a series of coincidences that feel a lot like destiny.

#Book1 in Fire Series Jeonghan, raised in the refined world of politics, is a "delicate flower," a vision of ethereal grace, about to be offered to the "wildfire" that is Seungcheol. The ruthless heir to the Choi empire, a man forged in the fires of the underworld, is a force of nature, untamed and uncompromising. Eight Years ago Desperate to secure his political future, Jeonghan's father made a Faustian bargain: he offered to shield the Choi family's illegal operations in exchange for mafia protection and substantial financial backing., to solidify their unholy alliance he offered Jeonghan's hand in marriage to Seungcheol. The arranged marriage, a cold transaction years in the making, now demands its fulfillment. Jeonghan, a pawn in his father's political chess game, is thrust into the lion's den, a captive offering to the king of the underworld. The question hangs heavy in the air: what will happen when this "delicate flower" is placed in the hands of the "wildfire"? Will Seungcheol's hardened heart remain untouched by Jeonghan's gentle presence? Or will the unexpected "sweetness" of this fragile beauty ignite a fire within him, a desire that consumes all in its path? Will the ruthless mafia leader, accustomed to control and dominance, find himself captivated, even addicted, to the very person he was meant to possess?