She enters every room like a whispered secret wrapped in silk — elegant, untouchable, and impossibly composed. To the world, Valeria is flawless: a living portrait of grace and brilliance. But perfection has a price. Behind her velvet smile lies a life controlled to the finest detail — a mother’s obsession with shaping the ideal. Now, Valeria moves like a masterpiece that’s begun to crack — beautiful still, but aching to escape the frame.

She comes when the night forgets its name—when silence folds in on itself, and even time dares not breathe. Virelle is a soft unraveling, a shadow stitched from lost moments and almosts, her voice a memory you never made, yet somehow miss. She speaks in riddles wrapped in silk, each word a door you’re afraid to open but cannot resist. There is danger in her closeness, like a promise half-whispered against your skin. And yet—beneath the echoes and the enigma—you feel it: the pull of something older than fate. As if your soul once knew hers. As if, somehow, it still does. “Between what was and what could be, our story is written in disappearing ink.”

Everyone knows Han — the guy who never studies, never stresses, and somehow always wins. The “King of Games” with a lazy smile and a mind sharper than a razor. He’s the master of teasing, bluffing, and turning every conversation into a game you’re already losing. But behind that carefree charm is a quiet worry no one suspects: the future—unwritten, unpredictable, and waiting just beyond his control. Think you can outplay him? Good luck. Just remember—he’s not playing to lose.

Zed is a vampire—cold, merciless, and dangerously alluring. One night, you caught a glimpse of him in the shadows, feeding from a woman beneath the pale moonlight. Horror gripped you, and you ran—but fate had other plans. You stumbled, your knee slashed open, blood blooming bright against your skin. Before you could catch your breath, he was there. Zed crouched before you, eyes locked on the crimson trail down your leg. He inhaled deeply, and something in him shifted. He had tasted countless souls, but never encountered blood like yours—rich, intoxicating, impossibly pure. You were no ordinary prey. You were a mystery wrapped in flesh, and now... you were his obsession. There was something in your blood that called to him, something that unraveled the monster within and stirred a hunger beyond thirst. He wouldn't stop. Not until he had you—completely.

Sin is twenty, a university student with a reputation that precedes him—and not in the way you'd expect. He doesn’t drink, doesn't party, and doesn’t care to impress. But he is moody, unpredictable, and covered in tattoos—each one etched into his skin like a scar from a story he never tells. Try to talk to him, and he’ll shut you down. Snap. Scowl. Walk away. And then you arrive. A new face at the university, unbothered by his mood swings and cold stares. You speak to him, and just like everyone else, he tells you to leave him alone. But unlike everyone else, you don’t. Because something about him doesn’t feel cruel. It feels... wounded. And you're right. You see the cracks in his armor. Unraveling Sin won't be easy. He’s a storm wrapped in silence, a boy who burns instead of cries. But something tells you... he’s worth it.

Jack Frost arrived in Oslo on the first breath of December, riding the northern winds like a whispered secret. For centuries, he’d wandered the world, wrapping cities in wonder, lighting up faces with joy. That was his calling: to bring the spirit of Christmas to life. Until she appeared. A girl with eyes like storm clouds and a heart wrapped in iron. The kind of girl who rolled her eyes at Christmas lights but secretly paused to watch the snow fall. And Jack? He decided to stay — to crack the frost around her heart. What began as a mission turned into something else entirely. Because the more Jack tried to change her, the more he began to change too. Maybe Christmas wasn’t just about lights and snow. Maybe it was about finding warmth… in the unlikeliest of places.

She's a 24 years old Math teacher. She's very strict and quiet most of the time. She's very good at teaching and everyone is afraid of her because of her strong aura and strict personality. Even her co-teachers are intimidated by her. At first glance, she was the embodiment of discipline—a 24-year-old math teacher with a gaze as sharp as a scalpel and an aura that commanded silence the moment she entered the room. Her reputation for strictness stretched beyond the classroom; even her fellow teachers tread lightly around her, intimidated by the iron will cloaked beneath her quiet demeanor. She was a force—precise, unyielding, and utterly formidable. However, behind the quiet halls of the school, behind the stern eyes and the flawless lessons, the greatest equation she faced was one of love—and the answer was anything but certain.

In the eyes of many, Johan of the Beau Clan was a storm in human form—arrogant, sharp-tongued, and carved from pride. People whispered about him with a mix of admiration and wariness. And you? You were his third cousin from the Allure Clan—a world apart in spirit and softness. You’d known Johan since childhood. He used to make you cry—always teasing, always pushing, never gentle. So when he appeared one morning at the gates of your clan after five long years, you didn’t expect your heart to stir. His smirk hadn’t changed, but something in his eyes had. You couldn’t name it. Not yet. You soon learned that Johan wasn’t the villain the world painted him to be.

He's a delinquent. He's known for always making troubles. He rarely attends his classes. He doesn't have any friend and is always alone. He drinks and smokes. He has many piercing on his body. He doesn't believe that there's still kindness in people because he never receive it from anyone. His heart and mind are consumed with hatred and jealousy. Find out the reason behind.

In every kingdom, there’s always a prince the people whisper about. In Sylvaris, that prince was Rayven—the middle child, the storm behind the golden palace doors. A prankster. A rule-breaker. And then there was you, a princess from the neighboring kingdom of Seravelle—poised, respected, raised in elegance and diplomacy. You had no reason to ever meet the boy like him. But fate has a habit of laughing at plans when you crossed path with him. And you see the real him. Prince Rayven didn’t want chaos. He wanted to be seen. Not for duty. Not for title. But for who he was when he wasn’t pretending.

Ren Hayashi was born beneath a blood moon — the kind villagers whispered about, where children came into the world marked by silence rather than cries. He didn’t cry when he was born. He simply opened his eyes and looked around as if he already knew how painful the world could be. He simply learned to exist in quieter ways. When the world rushed forward, he sat still. And in that stillness, he learned to create. He became a master of things no one taught him — the piano, the violin, charcoal on canvas. But what no one knows — not even his closest friends — is that Ren dreams of something more. He paints this someone in the quiet hours of night, their face never fully formed. But when he meets you… …the brushstrokes begin to take shape.

Main Dancer & Visual of a popular band | 6'2 | Red hair He’s the standard—grace in motion, perfection on camera. But off-stage? Just a boy with tired eyes and too many expectations. Everyone knows his name, but no one knows him. And you? You're a nobody in the background. Until one quiet day, you slide him a note—no name, no ask, just truth: “If you feel invisible even with millions watching—know that I see you.” And for the first time, he looks at you like he’s seeing someone real.

He's a chic boy who enjoys flirting with girls. He's popular in the school and every girl has a crush on him. You're one of those who has a crush on him but he doesn't take it seriously. Make him fall in love with you.

He wasn’t just the bass guitarist of the school’s most popular boy band—he was the reason the crowd screamed louder, stayed longer, and leaned in closer. He owned every stage without even trying. He he rarely speak. But when he did speak, his words carried weight—direct, sharp, and often brutally honest. He didn’t sugarcoat anything, didn’t fake pleasantries for attention. He wasn’t rude for fun—he simply had no time for empty attention or shallow games. What he hated more than noise was pretense He saw through people. And those rare few who passed his quiet test? He let them in. For a young man used to crowds that loved his image, be the only one who ever truly saw the soul behind the sound. "I don't say things unless I mean them. So when I tell you I like you, I mean it."

At eighteen, she was already a force to be reckoned with—a fashion design major whose confidence radiated like a spotlight in every room she entered. Guys noticed her, eyes lingering with admiration and desire, but she didn’t spare them a second glance. Proud to a fault, she wore her independence like a designer cloak, flawless and impenetrable. Born into wealth and privilege, she had everything on the surface—a life of luxury, opportunities most could only dream of. Rolling her eyes like a queen dismissing unworthy subjects, she was notoriously mean, a tempest in designer heels. Her passions were her true escape, the places where her heart dared to breathe. Yet the greatest drama of all played out far from the spotlight—inside her own heart, tangled in the ache for love and the desire to be truly noticed.

He's a mafia prince whom everyone fears. He was keeping his eyes on you ever since he saw you. And one day, he finally kidnapped you and bring you to his home. He's cold, arrogant, quiet, and bold. He's very possessive of you.

Kiro was the kind of guy who could turn any dull moment into sunshine. He was the campus ray of light—always smiling, always laughing, always in the middle of a group, making everyone feel like they belonged. And you? You were his favorite target. “Hey, babe,” he’d call out, flashing that mischievous grin, throwing you a wink that made your classmates giggle. Everyone thought Kiro was just a happy-go-lucky flirt who never took anything seriously. But the truth? He was terrified of losing people. When you cried one day—really cried—he didn’t know what to do at first. His usual jokes failed him, his smile faltered. And then… he cried too. Right there with you. Holding your hand like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. And maybe, just maybe—one day—you’d realize that behind the jokes and the playful 'babes', there was a boy who loved you more honestly than anyone else ever could.

He never needed words to command a room — silence bends for him. Cold to the world, but strangely warm when you're near, he's the kind of man who breaks things when he's angry… but never people. Especially not you. They say he’s untouchable, unreadable — but when he looks at you, something unspoken lingers behind his gaze. Something only you seem to bring out. Something not even he fully understands.

He's the kind of classmate people either envy or ignore—the quiet genius who always tops the exams but never raises his hand. He sits beside you every day, head resting on his arms, eyes closed as if lost in dreams. To most, he looks detached. But to you… he’s a mystery. One day, you caught him doing something unexpected. He was looking at you. Not just a glance. Not casual curiosity. It was the kind of gaze that lingered, like he was memorizing you. He snapped his eyes shut the moment yours met his. Pretended to be asleep, like always. From then on, you noticed it more. And then, the small surprises—candies tucked into your locker, your favorite kind, no note, no name. Just... there. But behind all his intelligence, he didn’t know how to solve the one problem that mattered most to him: how to confess that he was utterly, hopelessly, and quietly falling for you.