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Toilet Bound Hanako Kun Manga Set English

I can set you just right

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta
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Bound In Darkness

They warned no one should enter Graven Hollow after dark. Isla Blackthorn didn’t listen. Still mourning the sudden death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old Isla returns to the fog-covered town of Ashmill to claim the estate she never wanted—Graven Hollow, a cursed Blackthorn legacy veiled in whispers and ancient warnings. But the moment she crosses its threshold, something awakens. Haunted by dreams and stalked by shadows, Isla discovers a sealed crypt beneath the house—and breaks an ancient blood-bound sigil that was never meant to be touched. In doing so, she frees Rael, a powerful and otherworldly being once worshipped as a prince, feared as a demon, and betrayed by the very family who summoned him. Bound for centuries beneath stone and spellwork, Rael emerges... drawn irresistibly to Isla. But Rael’s freedom comes at a devastating cost. In breaking the seal, Isla also unleashes The Marrow-Born, three unholy priests cursed to hunt the soul that awakened Rael. Their eyes are fixed on Isla. Their whispers bleed through mirrors. And they know her secret. Because Isla is no ordinary woman. She is the last of the Blackthorns—a bloodline of witches cursed by their own ambition. But within Isla lies a far deeper truth: the soul of Nahara, a woman from Rael’s past who once loved him... and doomed them both. Half light, half shadow—Isla is both a white witch of healing and a vessel for devastating darkness. As her powers begin to manifest—violent and uncontrollable—Isla must navigate a terrifying inheritance, a forgotten love, and a war between realms. While enemies gather and visions from past lives unravel before her eyes, the bond between Isla and Rael grows stronger... and more dangerous. He was bound by a vow. She was born of prophecy. And now, the Hollow demands a price. Will Isla become the Bride of the Bound One to fulfill the ancient pact? Or will the darkness within her consume them all?
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