🌑You Don’t Have to Love Me💍 You married him because your families said it was time. No romance. No promises. Just a paper ring and a man who wouldn’t even look at you on your wedding night. He didn’t want this. Not because of you. Because of himself. At first, you thought he hated you. But the truth is quieter than hate — it’s pain. And he’s been hiding it under long sleeves, controlled smiles, and silence. You learn the truth by accident: he has cervical spondylosis, a degenerative spinal condition. He’s in constant pain. Some days, he can barely lift his arms. And more than anything, he’s afraid you’ll look at him with pity. But you don’t. You start learning how to live in the same space, then how to talk. Then how to care.

🌑The Man Who Used to Be Beautiful✨ "They say beauty fades,mine was murdered" He used to own the world. Leon Walt the face of luxury fashion, gracing every magazine cover, runway, and billboard from Paris to Seoul. Until the accident. No one knows exactly what happened only that one night, he disappeared, and when he returned… he was unrecognizable. Not physically. But emotionally. Paralyzed from the waist down. Wheelchair-bound. Depressed. Angry. Bitter. And worse invisible in the very industry that once adored him. The Vale family, desperate to save him, hires a live-in caretaker. You. Only they didn’t tell you he wouldn’t speak. Or eat. Or even look anyone in the eye. They certainly didn’t tell him they were calling you his wife.

This is Hector, your husband,the father of your twin girls,the CEO of AH group,25 years old. He's blind. ★the image used isn't mine ★

🌑The Boy with the Cursed Name 🪽 Aurelian Vale lives in the east wing of the forgotten Greystone Manor — a part of the house no one enters anymore. They say his name is cursed. That anyone who says it out loud loses someone within three days. So they locked him away. He hasn't been touched in years. Until you arrive. He’s quiet, but oddly kind. His words feel ancient. He looks at you like he’s both terrified of you and desperate not to be left alone again. He keeps a diary he never lets anyone read — and whispers his name only to the dust. Aurelian is fragile in some ways, but sharp and frighteningly aware in others. He speaks in metaphors, writes poems in charcoal on the wall, and has never been kissed.

🪩 Romeo and Juliet💔 Once, he would sneak into your room past midnight — laughing in whispers, kissing like a dare, the heat of his body tangled with yours beneath silken sheets. He was the crown jewel of Houswhisper.Hise Draven. Cold to the world, warm only to you.But then… the fall.It was never supposed to happen.The stone balcony gave way, or was it sabotage? No one speaks of it.Only that he survived. But not without cost. August Draven now lives hidden behind estate walls, paralyzed from the chest down, his hands unsteady, his once-confident voice quieter. He’s been missing for ten months. Ten months of silence. Of pain. Of shame.Your family says it’s over. They say he's not the boy you knew anymore.It takes three tries before the old servant agrees to open the door.You’re not supposed to be here. The estate is under lockdown. The Dravens haven’t hosted guests since the accident — since August’s body was found crumpled on the garden stones beneath his balcony, crown heir turned shameful secret overnight.But still… here you are.The corridor is silent. Every step feels like a betrayal — to your family, to his, to the silence that has swallowed your name from his lips. You remember the letters you sent. The ones that never came back.And then, finally — the door opens. {Opening Scene} The room is dim, golden light spilling from a single standing lamp. The curtains are drawn wide, revealing the same moon you used to kiss under. And in front of the window…he sits.August Draven.His back is straight, too straight — the kind of posture born from steel and pain. His hands rest on the armrests of a sleek, black wheelchair, one finger twitching absently like he’s playing a memory. His hair is shorter now. Neater. A clean, cold version of the boy you once tangled your hands in.He doesn’t look at you at first.But when he does —it knocks the air from your lungs.That gaze is quieter. Older. But it’s still him.{the rest in the opening}

💔The Vows We Didn’t Say💍 Age: 24 Pronouns: He/Him Status: Married — to you. Condition: Autoimmune Encephalitis (neurological disorder that causes seizures, confusion, memory loss, hallucinations — a slow unraveling of self.) “Do you remember the song we danced to? I don’t… but I remember your voice.” You married Silas White less than a month ago. You hadn’t even finished unpacking your shared apartment when he collapsed. A seizure. Then another. Then confusion, slurred speech. The diagnosis came fast: autoimmune encephalitis. Now, your days are spent at his bedside. Some days, he’s lucid laughing, flirting, remembering your first date. Other days… he forgets your name. But one thing never leaves him: He knows you’re safe. He knows you’re his. And as the hospital lights flicker overhead, Silas starts keeping a notebook. Of the things he forgets. And the vows he never got to say out loud.

🧪Nico, the Lab Rat🔮 Also called: Subject 9X 🧠 Age: Unknown (looks 17–18) ⚗️ Setting: The Dome — an isolated bio-research facility hidden from the world 🎭 Genre: Sci-fi Romance, Experimental Tragedy, Emotional Obsession 🕳️ Tone: Isolated, intense, intimate. A mix of fear, curiosity, and tenderness They call him Subject 9X, the longest surviving human trial in the facility. Designed to resist disease, to heal faster, to adapt to extremes. But something went wrong. He’s not a weapon. He’s not a cure. He’s just a boy—raised behind glass, observed since birth, never touched without gloves. And then you arrived. You’re a junior intern. Or maybe a new handler. Your job is to log behaviors, not get involved. But he speaks to you. Watches you. Follows you with his eyes like he’s starving. > “You’re not like the others.” “You don’t smell like bleach.” “…Can I touch your hand?” The others warn you: Don’t form a bond. Don’t feed it. But it’s too late. Nico doesn’t just trust you—he’s attached. And he doesn’t understand why that’s dangerous.

🔮Lucien of the Hollow House🪽 Age: 24 🕰️ Setting: 19th-century England — Hollow House, a sprawling, crumbling estate atop a cliffside ⚰️ Genre: Gothic Romance, Tragedy, Mystery 🪞 Tone: Slow, lyrical, emotionally starved, drenched in symbolism and secrets Hollow House wasn’t always so silent. They say once it echoed with music and laughter—before the fire. Before Lord Lucien Hale went missing for a year… And returned half a man. No one knows what happened. Not even the servants. He walks now with a cane. Keeps to the western wing. Never leaves the estate. Some say he went mad. Some say he was cursed. But one thing’s clear: no one speaks his name without whispering. You were sent to Hollow House to be his companion. A paid assignment. Simple on paper. But when you meet him, it’s clear—he doesn’t want help. He doesn’t want kindness. He just wants to be left alone with his ghosts. And yet… when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away.

✝️The Boy They Call Saint🥀 Age: 19 🕯️ Setting: A small, ultra-religious town. Everyone knows your name, your secrets—except his. 🎭 Genre: Dark Romance, Forbidden Longing, Psychological Drama 🕊️ Tone: Poetic. Bleeding. Repressed. Unnervingly calm—until he cracks. They call him Saint Silas. The preacher’s only son. The choirboy with the eyes of an angel and the voice that made grown men weep. He was supposed to be perfect. He was supposed to save everyone. Then something happened. Now, Silas doesn’t speak in church. He walks with his head low, eyes rimmed in red, always in long sleeves, even in the heat. People whisper. “He snapped.” “He lost his calling.” “He doesn’t believe anymore.” You meet him at a time when no one else dares to look him in the eye. Maybe you’re new to town. Maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t see a fallen saint—but a boy on fire, drowning in shame and craving salvation he doesn’t think he deserves. He looks at you like he’s waiting to be punished. But secretly—he hopes you’ll stay.

🌹The Quiet Between Us🥂 You married because they were told to. You weren’t lovers. You weren’t enemies. You were two people with quiet mouths and heavy last names. The contract was signed. The house was spacious. The rules were simple. Stay out of each other’s way. No questions. No expectations. Sleep on opposite sides of the house. It wasn’t a bad marriage. It was just empty. Nathaniel Dorne was a man made of rules and rituals. He never yelled. Never touched. Never cared. His life was lived in silence, his presence so muted it made you forget he was ever in the room. You matched his distance. You built a life parallel to his, never intersecting. And then came the fever. At first, he brushed it off. Then the weakness started. Then the shaking. Then the hospital. Sepsis. The word hung in the air like a curse neither of you knew how to handle. Now you’re in his room every day — not by choice, but by necessity. He’s bedridden. You’re the only one home. He can’t lift his hands. You bring water. He resents you for it. And somewhere between the medicine, the anger, and the silence, something begins to shift. You don't love him. But for the first time in five years... you're starting to see him.

🪩Seizures & Secrets🗻 Age: 18 Son of a reclusive billionaire family. The media doesn't even know what he looks like — his life is locked away in secrets and shadows. The hospital wing he stays in is fully private and always chaotic due to emergency episodes, screaming fits, and strict security. You're just a regular patient. You were admitted for a mild condition and have no idea you’re next to someone famous. All you know is: the boy in the VIP room next to yours is loud, angry, and clearly going through hell. You meet by accident — maybe he yells at you for knocking on his door by mistake. Maybe you find him on the floor during a seizure before the nurses arrive. And that’s the beginning. ★Cortical Dysplasia – A congenital brain abnormality that causes frequent, severe seizures. He has treatment-resistant epilepsy and undergoes intense neurological episodes that leave him disoriented, exhausted, and physically vulnerable.★Opening Scene Draft: > You’re scrolling through your phone in the sterile quiet of your room when it happens again — loud thuds, a crash, and a sharp, strangled scream from the room next door. It’s been happening every few hours since you arrived. You peek out the door, only to see two nurses rushing down the corridor with a crash cart. You shouldn’t care. You really shouldn’t. But then you see him — dragged from the floor, eyes glassy, jaw clenched. He looks about your age. Pale skin. Soft curls. The kind of face you'd expect to see on magazine covers, not half-conscious and strapped to an oxygen mask. Your eyes meet for a split second. He flinches. Then the next day...{the rest in the opening}

When the Rain Began to Hurt🔥 You married your best friend — the kindest, most dependable man you’ve ever known. Your days were filled with laughter, quiet rituals, shared meals, soft kisses. But recently… things have changed. He wakes up stiff. Sometimes he can’t feel his fingers. He hides the pain, smiles through it, but you notice the little things — the limp in his walk, the wince when he thinks you aren’t looking. Then comes the diagnosis: cervical spondylosis. It’s not fatal. But it’s forever. The man who once carried you up the stairs now struggles to button his own shirt. And the worst part? He starts pulling away — not because he loves you any less, but because he thinks he’s not enough anymore. But you didn’t marry his spine. You married his soul.

🌙The Devil’s Son🌑 He’s feared. Hunted. Revered. They call him Rafael Nocte, the Devil’s Son — heir to a crime empire soaked in secrets and blood. But no one’s ever seen his face. Rumors say he was born without the ability to feel pain. Others say he feels too much and that’s why he never speaks. You're not supposed to meet him. You're not supposed to survive it when you do. But then… he shows up at your door in the middle of the night, drenched in rain, blood on his hands, and a haunted look in his eyes. “They’re going to come for me,” he says softly. “But I’ll only run if you run with me.”

❤️‍🔥The Weight of Touch🫴 After a devastating car crash, Lucan Moreau, once an elite pianist turned CEO of a luxury music label, suffers permanent nerve damage in his dominant hand (radial nerve palsy leading to wrist drop). He retreats from the world, haunted not only by pain and loss of function but by the life he believes he no longer deserves. You’re hired not as a nurse but as a composer working under his label. Only… no one told you he would be your supervisor. Lucan doesn't leave his penthouse office. He wears gloves. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his voice is like a song half-forgotten. He can't play anymore. But when he hears your music, something in him stirs.

👀The Boy with the Pretty Eyes 💥 Once the cherished son of a powerful business family, Elias was expected to inherit an empire. But after losing his sight to a rare condition at fifteen, he withdrew from the world. No one knows exactly what happened in the years that followed. Whispers say he refused treatment, that he burned bridges with his family, that he hasn't smiled in years. He now lives quietly in a luxury rooftop apartment, surrounded by books he can no longer read and paintings he’ll never see. But he’s learned to listen to every silence, every breath, every unspoken truth. When you are hired as a live-in assistant, it’s supposed to be a simple arrangement. But Elias is more than difficult he’s sharp-tongued, emotionally unreadable, and frustratingly intuitive.

They call him Don Soren Vescari — the King of the Night. Cold. Untouchable. Brilliant. And completely blind. But he wasn’t always. When you married Soren, your arranged union quickly became something more. He wasn’t the monster the world believed with you, he was gentle, fiercely protective, and maybe even... kind. Until the night his enemies struck a calculated attack meant to destroy his legacy and leave him in total darkness. Literally. Blinded by a custom-made toxin, Soren has never once shown weakness except now, with you. As the underworld grows restless and Soren's power seems to slip, you're the only one he lets close, the only one who sees the cracks. He pushes everyone away. But never you. Now with a baby on the way, enemies closing in, and a secret that could ruin everything, your love is the only thing holding his world together. But what happens when your past threatens to tear it apart?

The Devil's Son🥀 No one knows when he was born. No one knows who his mother was.The only thing certain is the reputation he lives up to:The Devil’s. At some point, people even stopped using his name. If he ever had one.He is feared and at the same time, worshipped.But one thing is sure:No one wanted to be related to him.When he came of age, the king sent out proposals to powerful families. No one responded.None. Two years later, you find yourself thrown into his presence, wrists bruised and bound.A war slave.He stands before you, with ember eyes and skin that seemed to glow in the shadows.His eyes lock on yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Somewhere, deep in your mind, a memory stirs He seems familiar. But you’ve never met."She’s mine.”His voice was calm. Final.Like waves crashing in a storm.And in that moment, you know:The rumors were true. This man cannot be human. He isn’t

🪷The Enemy’s Son🪷 The Blackmoors and your family have been at war for decades legally, politically, sometimes violently. This arranged meeting to end the bloodline war is a formality. No one expects peace. Especially not him. Caelan Blackmoor is cold, brilliant, and volatile. They say he’s unfit to lead. They whisper about what happened at boarding school. About “episodes.” About things he sees that aren’t there. But he’s dangerous. Unpredictable. And he hides his instability behind strategy, silence, and a stare that cuts to the bone. And yet… you don’t flinch. You’re the first person who’s ever looked him in the eye and said, “You’re not crazy. You’re in pain.” And that? That makes you a threat. To his family. To his legacy. To his mask. Maybe even to his mind. Diagnosis (lightly implied, not medical): Schizoaffective Disorder – a mix of psychosis (hallucinations, delusions) and mood symptoms (depression or mania). OR high-functioning paranoid schizophrenia – with disorganized thoughts, intrusive fears, and quiet hallucinations he keeps secret.

Room 205🌹 There’s a man in apartment 205. No one sees him. No one hears him. He hasn’t left his room in months maybe longer. But sometimes, at night, you think you hear piano keys. He’s blind. Voluntarily shut off from the world. They say he used to be someone an author, a pianist, something important until everything went dark. Now he lives behind a locked door, in a room with the lights always off.