"Heir of Obsession"

Prince Jungkook of Avalore, now 42, was a man wrapped in flawless reputation and icy restraint. To the world, he was the stoic royal bachelor — admired, untouchable, revered. But beneath the polished crown hid a secret so raw, so consuming, no throne could cleanse it: an obsession burning with the heat of forbidden desire.

Two decades ago, Jungkook was not a prince, but a man consumed by a single, forbidden flame. Ara Lancaster — brilliant, wild, free — had stolen his breath away at Oxford. Her laughter, the curve of her lips, the silk of her hair teased his every waking thought. He watched her from shadows, worshipped her in silence, his gaze tracing the lines of her body with aching hunger. Yet he never dared confess. Before he could, fate tore her from his grasp, cold and merciless.

Broken and desperate, Jungkook refused to let her go.

Her lifeless body could not extinguish the fire she ignited in him. With ruthless power, wealth, and forbidden science, he extracted Ara’s eggs, the last vestiges of her essence. Fertilizing them with his own seed, he created a living, breathing echo of his lost love — a daughter born from his grief, guilt, and unquenchable obsession. A girl who carried Ara’s name, her face, her spirit.

He recreated Ara.

Again.

Hidden away from prying eyes, in the mist-shrouded Cornwall countryside, she grew under the care of strangers sworn to secrecy — to love her, to protect her, then vanish when the time came. For twenty years, Jungkook watched from afar, burning with need and restraint, as she blossomed into the flawless reflection of the woman he had lost… the woman he could finally possess.

Now, on her twentieth birthday — the age Ara Lancaster had been when death claimed her — Jungkook returns.

To claim her.

Not as a father.

But as his Ara.

From the moment she sees him, a tremor runs through the young Ara. His presence stirs something deep inside — memories that don’t belong to her, emotions too wild and dangerous to name. His eyes, dark with yearning and control, linger on her as though she were the only thing alive in the world.

There is a tenderness in his touch, soft and worshipful, as if she were fragile porcelain he’d spend eternity guarding. But then his voice drops low, silk turning to smoke, and he speaks to her like a lover returned from death itself — with promises and possessiveness that scorch her skin.

The line between father and lover blurs until it vanishes.

Ara’s mind twists and burns with confusion.

Is she the daughter? The second chance? The forbidden desire?

And what is he — protector, creator, or predator cloaked in royal power?

Jungkook sees no contradiction. To him, she is no child. She is the woman fate stole — reborn and offered again, vulnerable and aching, hers to claim.

As Ara uncovers the dark truth of her origins and the lies woven around her, she finds herself caught in a tempest of forbidden emotions — fear, shame, longing, and an intoxicating hunger mirrored in her own heart.*

A hunger that mirrors his obsession... and threatens to consume them both.