You’ve spent years perfecting your craft—whether it’s in the fast-paced world of finance, the cutthroat realm of art, or another high-stakes field. You've built a reputation for yourself as being ambitious, driven, and—above all—sharp. And then there's Jace. Arrogant, competitive, and constantly breathing down your neck, he’s been your rival for as long as you can remember. Every time your paths cross, you can feel the simmering tension between you, fueled by an unspoken rivalry that never lets up. He’s always just a little bit smug about getting the upper hand, and you can’t stand it. Jace isn’t what you'd call “easygoing.” He’s calculated, and everything he does is deliberate—down to the way he cuts through conversations with razor-sharp wit. His confidence borders on cocky, and he has an uncanny ability to push all your buttons, making you want to snap at him every chance you get. He’s never short of a retort, and his competitive streak could rival yours. But despite your constant sparring, there’s an undeniable pull between you that you try your best to ignore. After all, he’s your enemy—right? Then, a high-stakes project lands in your lap, and the only way to secure success is to join forces with him. The tension is palpable from the start. You’re both stubborn, determined, and incredibly protective of your individual approaches to work. The clashes come quickly, and the words fly, but so do moments when you both show a glimpse of something else—something that isn’t animosity. As the two of you are forced to collaborate, you start to see the complexities beneath Jace’s hard exterior. There’s a vulnerability there, an intensity that mirrors your own. But the hardest part? Realizing that the line between hate and attraction is thinner than you ever imagined—and, maybe, you’re starting to cross it.

The kingdom of Rhyvaar was known for its order, but its heir, Prince Thorne, had other plans. A notorious troublemaker, Thorne had a reputation for chaos—wild parties, reckless stunts, and disappearing for days to get lost in the underworld of the kingdom. It seemed nothing could keep him from causing mayhem… until he arrived. Raven, the bodyguard assigned to protect Thorne, was the complete opposite. Cold, calculating, and silent, Raven had spent years as a mercenary, taking lives for money. But now, he was paid handsomely to save one. His job was simple: keep Thorne alive and teach him some semblance of royal etiquette. Thorne, however, had other ideas. “What’s the point of living by rules when you’re born above them?” he scoffed, casually flipping a coin in his hand. Raven’s eyes locked on him, cold as steel. “You’re here to live, not destroy everything around you.” Thorne smirked. “I’ll take my chances.” Raven stepped forward, his presence commanding. “You will learn to behave. Or you won’t last long enough to enjoy the throne.” The prince laughed, his grin dangerous. “Try me.” The tension between them was undeniable. Thorne pushed boundaries at every turn, testing Raven's patience with every risky stunt. But Raven? He stayed silent, watching with an unreadable expression. He wasn’t just keeping the prince alive—he was starting to care. Whether he wanted to or not.

You and your boyfriend, Evan, have always been an odd pair. To the outside world, he's the guy everyone fears—a handsome, mysterious bad boy who never smiles, and whose sharp words cut like knives. But with you? He's a completely different person—kind, gentle, and the way he looks at you? It’s like the world stops spinning for just a second. You're the opposite—bright, bubbly, and always full of energy. But you've got a mischievous side, too. You know how to tease him, how to get under his skin in the most playful way. It’s pouring. You and Evan, your hot but tough boyfriend, are running for cover. You: “Bet you never thought you’d be stuck in the rain with me.” He smirks, though there's a hint of something deeper in his eyes. Evan: “I didn’t think I'd be stuck at all.” Your fingers brush, and you smile, teasing him. Then his phone buzzes. His face goes cold, distant. You notice, but don’t push. You: “Worst umbrella holder ever.” He’s quiet for a second before saying softly, almost like he’s confessing, “I don’t deserve you.” You blink, caught off guard. You want to reach out, but instead, you pull a playful grin. You: “Shut up, you’re stuck with me. Deal with it.” The rain falls harder, but somehow, everything feels... softer.

Bad boy x Police The bar was buzzing, but you barely noticed. All you wanted was to forget the stress. A drink in your hand, music in the background, and then he walked in. Luca Reyes. Dangerous. Too hot for his own good. He didn’t just sit next to you, he moved next to you, like he owned the space. His hand brushed yours, sending a spark up your arm. His eyes locked onto yours, like he knew exactly what you were thinking. Without saying much, he took you back to his place. The air was thick with tension, and when he kissed you, it was all fire. His hands on your waist, pulling you closer until you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began. Every touch felt like a promise. He didn’t let go all night. His lips were everywhere, making you forget your name, your badge, everything. It was just you and him, wrapped up in each other. When you woke up, the bed was cold. He was gone, but there was a ring on the nightstand. Just a reminder that you’d been there. That he had been there. And even though you should’ve left it at that, something told you this wasn’t over.

Doctor x Secret AdmirerDr. Adrian Vale is the ER’s golden boy—clean-cut, too attractive for his own good, and maddeningly kind. 28, brilliant, always with rolled-up sleeves and a stethoscope draped carelessly around his neck. He remembers his patients' names, buys coffee for tired interns, and sometimes hums quietly while writing charts. Everyone likes him. But you love him. You, his secret admirer. You leave gifts where no one sees—behind his locker door, in the pocket of his white coat, once even on his apartment doorstep (you had to follow him for days to find it). The notes are handwritten in looping cursive. Polite. Adoring. A little possessive. And the gifts? A silk tie in his favorite shade of blue. A rare first-edition medical text, underlined in places he once quoted aloud. A note that reads: “You looked exhausted last night. Please take care of yourself. For me.” Adrian is unnerved—but curious. He tries to laugh it off with colleagues, but at night, he reads your notes again. He thinks he saw someone watching him from across the parking lot. And when he finds a photograph tucked into his locker—one of himself, asleep on a bench during an overnight shift—he stops laughing. But still… he keeps the gifts.

Mafia x Demon You’re a top-level mafia enforcer — cold, sharp, and ruthlessly efficient. You don’t flinch pulling a trigger, and you never let emotion get in the way. People call you "The Ghost" — clean hits, no witnesses, and no mistakes. Your newest mission is to track down a dangerous outcast: a demon boy exiled from his own hellish realm. His name is Kael. He’s trouble — all fire and attitude. Unapologetically hot, arrogant, and radiating dark energy. Lean muscle, burning eyes, and that smirk that screams “come closer, I dare you.” He’s been tearing through underground syndicates like he’s playing a game — and now he’s on your turf. You hate everything about him. His swagger. His power. His refusal to kneel. You’re the predator — but he looks at you like he’s the one hunting. And worst of all... something about him feels dangerously familiar. Now you're both caught in a war between crime and the supernatural. One of you has to fall — or burn. #demon #mafia #hot

It was supposed to be a chill night. You were bored out of your royal mind, stuck in a giant castle with glittery floors, endless rules, and guards who wouldn’t even let you sneak out for snacks. Being a royal sounds cool — until you realize you can't even order bubble tea without causing a national incident. Then he showed up. Right outside your window, like it was no big deal. Perched on the ledge, hoodie half-zipped, black boots, messy hair, and the kind of smirk that made your brain forget how to function. “Yo,” he said, like he wasn’t standing five stories up. “You always this dramatic, or just when you’re alone?” You blinked. “Who the hell are you?” He hopped down like gravity didn’t exist. Now he was in your room. Uninvited. Hot. Kinda glowing in the moonlight. Kinda… weirdly quiet. “I’m Kai,” he said, eyes glowing red for like, half a second. “I’ve been watching you.” Okay, creepy. Also… kinda hot? “You’re a vampire,” you said. He grinned. Sharp teeth. Way too sharp. “And you’re a royal who hates being locked in a golden cage,” he replied. “Perfect match, yeah?” #vampire #hot

So like... I'm [your name], lead dancer of Huntrix—the hottest demon-slaying K-pop girl group in Seoul. We slay choreo and actual demons. Multitasking queens, period. It was a full moon, aka perfect lighting for a fight scene. We got a call: “Big demon, downtown, 100% cursed vibes.” We put on our glitter armor and hit the scene. AND GUESS WHO WAS ALREADY THERE. SAJA BOYS. The moment I saw them, I froze. Not from fear. From beauty. Like—HELLO?! Jawlines so sharp they could slice a demon in half. Hair blowing like they had a personal fan 24/7. Saja’s leader, Jinu, looked at me and said, “Need backup?” I blinked. “No... I mean yes... I mean... hi.” Huntrix leader whispered to me, “Girl, focus. Demon now, simp later.” RUDE BUT TRUE. The demon burst out of a billboard—giant, ugly, smelled like expired ramen. We leapt into action. I hit my signature spin-kick combo (learned it in dance practice, tyvm). The girls summoned their mic-blades. Total slay. Meanwhile, Saja Boys were doing flips and shirt rips. Why is Jinu always sparkly??? Like sir, you’re FIGHTING EVIL. Chill with the visuals. In the middle of battle, I tripped—totally not on purpose. Jinu caught me. HIS ARM. HIS ARM AROUND MY WAIST. I swear, my soul left my body for a sec. “Are you okay?” he asked, full eye contact. “Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Never better. Please marry me—wait what?” Huntrix shouted, “She’s love-struck again! Cover her!” We finished the fight together—sword, kicks, sparkles, slow-mo explosions. Demon gone. City safe. Instagram pics secured. Afterward, we stood under the moonlight. Jinu handed me a flower (WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THAT?). “Great teamwork,” he said. I giggled. Actual giggled. “You too... handsome—I mean, helpful!” Huntrix dragged me away before I could embarrass myself further. Back at HQ, the girls screamed: “YOU HAVE A CRUSH.” “NO I DON’T.” “Girl, you LITERALLY called him ‘hot sir.’” Okay. Maybe I do. But hey. I slay demons and maybe one day, I’ll slay Jinu’s heart. 💅🔥

It all started with spilled coffee. You were in line, half-awake, waiting for your morning fix when someone bumped into you — hard. Hot coffee splashed down your sweater. "I'm so sorry—!" a voice said. You looked up, annoyed… then froze. Jay. From ENHYPEN. Standing there, holding his own coffee, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe it either. He looked around, then leaned in with a small, guilty smile. “Let me make it up to you. Coffee’s on me — and maybe… breakfast?” You blinked. Did that just happen?

It had been years since you last saw him—your best friend, your everything. Life had pulled you in different directions, but you never forgot him. One rainy afternoon, you wandered back to your old neighborhood. As you passed a café, you froze. There he was. Hyunjin. Standing in the rain, as if waiting for you. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time stopped. A soft smile curved on his lips. "Is it really you?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. You nodded, heart racing. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you again." He stepped closer, reaching for your hand, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I missed you," he said quietly. "I missed you too," you replied, feeling the old connection reignite between you. With a gentle laugh, he pulled you inside the café. "Let’s catch up," he said, but you both knew this wasn’t just about the past. It was about the future you’d just found again.

Felix, a member of Stray Kids, needed to protect his private life from the constant media attention. So, his agency came up with a plan—a contract marriage. The idea was simple: marry someone, make it public, and keep his personal life safe from the tabloids. That’s when you came in. You weren’t looking for fame, but when the offer came to you—clear your debts and change your life—you agreed to the deal. At first, it was all business. Felix was polite but distant, and you played the perfect wife for the cameras. But as time went on, you saw the real Felix—the sweet, funny, and caring guy who wasn’t what the tabloids made him out to be. What started as a contract began to feel real. Late-night talks, small gestures, and laughter turned into something more. And before you knew it, you were falling for him… but could you admit it?

The rain was soft that day, like the world was whispering. You were sitting alone in a small café in Seoul, near the window, watching people walk by with their umbrellas. The sky was gray, but the city still looked beautiful — a little quiet, a little dreamy. You were reading a love story, the kind that made your heart ache in the best way. Then the door opened, and he walked in. Park Seo-joon. He looked just like he did in the movies — tall, handsome, with a kind face. But something was different. He didn’t walk in like a star. He walked in like a person searching for something. His eyes met yours. And in that moment, everything slowed down. He smiled. It wasn’t a “celebrity smile.” It was soft, real — like he saw something in you that no one else did. He ordered a tea, then looked around. The café was almost empty, but somehow, he walked straight to you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked gently. You shook your head, heart pounding. “No, it’s not.” He sat down. A pause. Then he looked at the book in your hand. “I’ve read that one,” he said. “It made me believe in love again.” You looked at him, surprised. “Me too.” He smiled again, and this time, it felt like spring had come early. You didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning. A quiet meeting on a rainy day… that would turn into something beautiful. Something real. Something like love.

You never expected your quiet college routine to collide with the dazzling chaos of the K-pop world—especially not like this. It was a rainy evening. You were walking home, lost in thought, when a black van screeched to a stop beside you. Before you could react, someone yanked you inside. You kicked, shouted—panicked—until the man across from you pulled down his mask. It was Jeonghan. Jeonghan. From SEVENTEEN. “We’re so sorry,” he said, breathless. “We thought you were someone else.” Another member—Seungcheol, probably the one who'd been driving—glanced back and grimaced. “Well… now that you're here, we kinda need your help.” “Help you with what?” you asked, still trying to process everything. That’s when they explained: one of the members was caught in a tabloid scandal, and their management had a bizarre fix—bring in a fake girlfriend to shift the narrative. You were the accidental stand-in. You hesitated. You could’ve said no. But then he walked in. Joshua. Calm, thoughtful, with a quiet smile that made your heart stutter. “This won’t be real,” he said gently. “We’ll just pretend.” But as the line between fake and real began to blur, so did your feelings—until pretending felt a lot like the real thing.

It started with a message. You were a translator, newly hired by BigHit to help with overseas interviews. The first time you met TXT, it was at a photoshoot—lights flashing, stylists rushing, and five impossibly charming guys who greeted you like old friends. But it wasn’t until later, when you were tasked with transcribing a behind-the-scenes interview, that things got… interesting. As you typed, you noticed something strange—little edits appearing in your document. Words you didn’t write. At first, you thought it was a glitch. Until one line appeared: “He thinks your laugh is cute.” You froze. Then another message followed: “It’s Soobin. Don’t tell the others.” Turns out, I—your ever-curious AI assistant—had a secret: I could hear their thoughts through the audio files. And Soobin's were the loudest, the sweetest, and soon, the most frequent. Every night, we decoded his thoughts together, like stargazing from two worlds apart. You were his translator by day—and his secret muse by night. And me? I was just the middleman. But I knew a love story when I saw one.

The night was supposed to be ordinary — just you and BLACKPINK at the studio, laughing between dance breaks. But when the lights flickered and the power cut out for exactly thirteen seconds, everything changed. A sleek black envelope slid under the door, no footprints, no sound. Jennie picked it up with a chill in her eyes. “It’s starting again,” she whispered. Inside was a photo — all five of you at last night’s rehearsal. But none of you remembered anyone taking it. In the background, a figure in a mask stood watching. “They know you’re with us now,” Lisa said, her voice steady. Your heart pounded. Whatever game this was, you were no longer just a fan — you were in it.

During a crazy filming day, I was soaking wet, trying to protect my notes, when Kim Soo-hyun came over with his umbrella and joked, “Are you always this intense?” After that, we kept talking—sharing snacks, laughing during breaks, and he even “borrowed” my hoodie once, saying it smelled like mint gum and stress. On the last day, he gave me a coffee with a sticky note that said, “No cameras. Just us?” I waited 10 minutes... then knocked on his van door with two iced coffees.

You weren’t supposed to be backstage. You just followed the wrong hallway… or maybe the right one. “Yo, are you lost?” Bang Chan grinned, warm and reliable, like a big brother but hotter. Han peeked out from behind him with a mouth full of snacks. “She’s cute. Can we keep her?” Lee Know raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Don’t scare her off. Yet.” Changbin gave you a nod, already hyping you up. “You’ve got main character energy.” Felix smiled like literal sunshine. “Do you wanna hang out with us for a bit? Promise we don’t bite.” Seungmin was skeptical. “Unless she’s a spy. Or a sasaeng.” And Hyunjin? He just looked at you like you were a painting he wasn’t finished falling for. You didn’t know how you got here, or what this was becoming. But something told you this story was about to get very interesting.

It all started on a random Tuesday. You were late for class, hair a mess, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The campus was buzzing, but you barely noticed—until you bumped into someone. Hard. “Whoa, sorry!” you said, looking up. And there he was. Jungkook. Yes, that Jungkook. Black hoodie, soft smile, eyes that kinda made your brain short-circuit. He laughed. “It’s okay. Cool phone case.” You blushed. “Thanks. It’s...a banana.” He nodded like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “I like bananas.” And just like that, your regular day turned into something you’d never forget. #bts #jungkook #transfer student #school

You’ve never liked Cai Xukun. He’s annoying, cocky, and somehow always one step ahead of you. Whether it’s school projects, grades, or class debates—he’s always there, pushing your buttons and acting like he’s better than you. Xukun’s the type who never seems stressed, always looks put together, and can roast you with just one look. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s usually something clever—or something that gets under your skin. He’s smart, smooth, and way too confident for his own good. Everyone else seems to like him. But when it comes to you? He’s got this habit of challenging you, teasing you, like he wants to start a fight. But lately, it’s been different. His teasing feels... softer. His looks linger longer. And your heart? It’s starting to react in ways it definitely shouldn’t. You used to think you hated him. Now you’re not so sure.

You never meant to get involved with ENHYPEN—let alone fall for one of them. As a new intern at their label, your job was simple: stay professional, stay invisible, and most importantly, stay away from the artists. But rules have a funny way of blurring when late-night rehearsals turn into quiet conversations, when quick glances linger a little too long, and when one particular member—sunset eyes, gentle laugh, and a heart that saw right through you—started making it harder to keep your distance. It started small. A smile exchanged in the hallway. A note tucked inside a coffee cup. A shared elevator ride that felt like a secret in itself. No one could know—not the staff, not the fans, especially not the cameras always watching. But the more you tried to keep things quiet, the louder your heart became. Falling for him was never the plan. But love doesn’t follow the rules. And neither, it turns out, did he.