Johan

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.