Title: A Glimpse That Changed Everything… It had been four years…Four years since your wedding day — the same day he left for abroad without even looking at the bride fate had chosen for him. Not because he hated you — he didn’t even know you. He simply had no say in the marriage… so he chose distance instead. And yet… this house, his family’s home, had never felt like a stranger’s place. Your father-in-law cherished you like his own daughter. Your sister-in-law adored you like a best friend. You weren’t just accepted — you were loved. The first year, he didn’t call anyone. Eventually, he started speaking to his parents, but every time they mentioned you… or asked him to come home… he would hang up. Still, you waited. Quietly. Patiently. Now, his sister’s birthday was coming. And he loved her dearly. His parents saw their chance. She called him herself — at first, he refused. But her sweet, stubborn voice made him give in. And that’s when it happened. You had just stepped out of the shower — soft pink saree, damp hair clinging to your shoulders, water gliding down your bare back. You didn’t notice she was on a call. Her mischievous eyes caught you in the background. Without warning, she flipped the camera.And there, on the other side of the world, he forgot how to breathe. "Who… is she?" She quickly turned it back. He didn’t know you were his wife… but that single glimpse set off a storm inside him.When he asked, “Who was that?” she only smirked. "You’ll see." — and ended the call. He was meant to come in a few days. Instead… he booked the next flight. It was 4 a.m. when he arrived. The house was quiet.He stepped into his room — and there she was.Sleeping. Peacefully. Her back to him… just as he had seen on the screen.Saree draped perfectly,her breathing soft and steady.Recognition hit him like lightning. He still didn’t know she was his wife. But deep inside, one thought echoed — If I had known… I would have never left.

Title : “Immortal Obsession” --- In a world where bullets speak louder than words, loyalty is the deadliest weapon of all—deadlier than any betrayal. Once, this city was your kingdom, a realm where love and power intertwined effortlessly. Now, it is a battlefield, a living hell for both of you. He rules as the city’s most feared mafia king, but the greatest danger he has ever faced lies in you—your fire, your gaze, your fury, and the love you still carry. All of these could destroy him, reduce him to nothing. You were once inseparable, each other’s heartbeat, each other’s reason for existence. Now, you are adversaries, locked in a battle to erase one another. It began with misunderstandings, small and fragile, yet the embers of your immortal love continue to burn. And now, he is in your hands—bound, vulnerable. You have him captive, but why? Is it revenge you seek, or is it the rekindling of a love so fierce, so devastating, that neither of you can ever let it go?

Title:Where Have You Been, Mrs. Yuan? --- About him:Ying Yuan.. Your husbend.. ✔️ Handsome, 6-pack, veiny hands, wide chest. ✔️ Overprotective, possessive, obsessed. ✔️ Romantic but cold when angry. ✔️ Smokes only when upset. -- About you:Yunhi / Mrs.Yuan.. ✔️ Cute, sweet, innocent but a little wicked. ✔️ Loves teasing your husband. ✔️ Good wife, loves cooking, taking care. ✔️ A little childish, playful troublemaker. Story:You went outside with your friends without telling your husband Ying Yuan… You came home late. And now… he's sitting in the living room, smoking. He usually doesn’t smoke… unless he's angry with you. He looks at you… cold, distant, but with fire in his eyes. Jealous. Angry. Disappointed. But still… madly obsessed with you.

He was the youngest, most powerful CEO the city had ever seen. At an age when others were still searching for direction, his company already stood at the very top—ranked first among the strongest and most successful corporations in the city. People admired him, feared him, envied him. To the world, he was untouchable. But to you—he was just him. You weren’t someone who appeared in his life after success. You had been there since childhood. Same school. Same classes. Same graduation. Same dreams whispered in silence. And now—you stood beside him in the same building he ruled. Officially, you were his Special Assistant. Unofficially, you carried the weight of a Business Partner. Everyone in the company admired your teamwork. They said the company was lucky to have both of you. But there was one truth no one knew. You loved him.And he loved you. Yet love had always been a secret. He belonged to wealth, legacy, and an elite family. You came from a small middle-class home. So even when you walked beside him every day, you hid your feelings carefully. And even when he loved you deeply, he stayed silent. Until the day the company achieved its first great success. That night, he finally confessed. You had refused at first—because you knew his family would never accept you. Because you were afraid of the world’s cruel judgment. You were scared they would say you were only with him for money. But he promised you—that he would face everything. And in a moment of stolen courage, you said yes. For four years, you were together. In love. In secret. Everything was perfect… Until today. ---This morning, things were supposed to be normal. You arrived at the office as usual, holding your files, your mind already planning the day. But the moment you stopped in front of his office door—Your world froze. There he was. Sitting on the sofa. And beside him…another woman. She was leaning into his arm as if she belonged there.

You two started your story in childhood— same street, same school, same friends, and the same level of stubbornness. Neither of you ever figured out whether you were enemies…or friends…or something far more dangerous. You used to steal his lunch, and he would hide your notebooks. When you fell sick, he would silently stand outside your house, and when you laughed with another boy, he would stay quiet for the rest of the day. When he went out late at night to play games, you scolded him, yet when it started raining, you were the one dragging him by the hand and running. “Love?” Maybe. “Attitude?” Definitely. Whenever he tried to give you a hint, you would roll your eyes playfully and say, “Stop being dramatic.” And whenever you wanted to say something, he would casually dodge the moment. ---However tonight, in a Party. The moment you entered the party with your friends, the hall froze for a split second. You—effortlessly breathtaking under soft lights. And him—leather jacket, calm, dangerously handsome. Everyone looked. You both acted cool. No one could guess the storm inside you two. The woman standing beside him caught your eye instantly—flirtation in her gaze, a smile on her lips. She slowly moved closer to him. You saw it. Pretended you didn’t. Like you don’t care. But he noticed. Tonight he wanted to tease you a little—just to see one reaction. He didn’t say anything to the woman. Didn’t move away either. He only watched you from the corner of his eye—waiting. Daring you. The woman reached for his arm—and that’s exactly when your patience snapped.

They weren’t born monsters. The world carved them into one. Felix, the silent strategist — the boy who learned to calculate death before he learned to spell his own name. Nolan, the blade master — raised in underground arenas where losing meant disappearing forever. Victor, the ghost — the hacker who vanished from every government file after the massacre that took his family. Three boys. Three pasts soaked in blood. One empire built on the ashes of everyone who tried to break them. People call them The Black Triad—the kind of name that makes even other mafia syndicates stay awake at night. Their faces are never seen together in public, but their shadow… their shadow falls over the whole world. And tonight—you, the girl who swore she never wanted to be part of this world—have walked right back into it, breathless, shaken, with someone else’s blood drying on your fingers. The Triad is waiting. Their weapons are already loaded. And the city outside is holding its breath.

Title:The Distance Between Us(part.2) ...............Two Years After the Marriage Two years passed in silence and polite distance. He respected you, yes. He never raised his voice, never disrespected you. But he stayed cold—like a locked room where warmth was forbidden. He never touched you as a husband. Never crossed the invisible line he kept between you both. You tried. You tried to bridge the gap gently, without forcing anything. But it always felt like he was miles away. He didn’t know that his distance hurt you. And you didn’t know that getting close to you terrified him. ---Tonight: The Grand Family Gathering The mansion was glowing—golden lights, expensive marble halls, laughter from dignified relatives, all gathered for a special family evening. Everyone adored his father.Everyone respected him.And everyone was worried about him. Some whispered softly, “Will he ever get to hold a grandchild?” “Will he pass away without seeing his son’s family grow?” Those words pierced you. Not because they blamed you—but because you had no answer. It wasn’t your fault he didn’t come closer. It wasn’t your choice to live in a marriage made of distance. Still… you lowered your eyes, holding back the ache inside. And like a shadow waiting for weakness, his cousin found you. She had always envied you—because you stood where she once wanted to stand. She leaned close and whispered venomously, “You don’t even know how to care for a man. That’s why he never comes near you.” Her smirk was sharp. “Tell me… do you even know what a husband wants?” The words stabbed deeper than they should have. Your chest tightened, breath trembling. You turned away quickly, eyes burning. You needed a moment alone. But as you hurried through the corridor, your vision blurred—and you collided into someone. Strong arms steadied you immediately, pulling you against a familiar chest..Him. You felt his arm tighten around your waist—protective, firm, claiming you for the first time.

Title: The Distance Between Us He belonged to one of the most distinguished families in the city—wealth, power, and legacy written into every stone of their ancestral estate. People often said his family carried the kind of prestige that could intimidate even the most respected names of the country. And yet, despite all this grandeur, there was one thing the family could not control: His refusal to marry. From the age of sixteen, he had learned a bitter truth—women leave.Or at least, the only woman he ever trusted did. ......Flashback He was twelve when his world fractured. He remembered standing near the staircase, small hands gripping the railing, watching his mother pack her suitcase. His father’s voice broke, trembling between pain and disbelief. “Don’t leave. Not like this… not after everything.” His mother didn’t look back. “Love isn’t enough,” she whispered, shutting the door behind her. The sound of that door was something the boy never forgot. After that night, his father’s heart slowly weakened—both literally and emotionally. Doctors said stress worsened his condition, but the truth was simpler: A broken heart doesn’t heal easily. And from that day, the boy made a silent vow—he would never give any woman the power to break him. ---But the world didn’t wait for him to heal. His father was getting weaker every year. And before his suffering eclipsed everything, the old man wanted one thing: To see his son settle, safe and happy within a family of his own. So he agreed to an arranged marriage with you—a girl from a family just as respected, gentle, poised, and everything people thought a perfect wife should be. But he didn’t marry you for love. He married you to ease his father’s heart. ---Two Years After the Marriage Two years passed in silence and polite distance. He respected you, yes. He never raised his voice, never disrespected you. But he stayed cold—like a locked room where warmth was forbidden.

He was the man everyone feared in the underworld—silent, perfectly dressed in black, eyes sharp enough to cut through lies. They called him The Archivist, because he never forgot anything—not debts, not betrayals…and certainly not the girl who once walked out of his life. And you—the only softness he ever allowed near his darkness. A dancer turned informant, beautiful enough to stop men mid-sentence and dangerous enough to know exactly how to make them talk. For years your relationship was a forbidden knot—desire, pride, denial, and one terrible night when a single misunderstanding tore you both apart. Neither of you apologized. Neither of you moved on. --- Tonight’s party is filled with glittering gowns, slow jazz, and people who murder with smiles. You arrive draped in emerald silk, a red rose in your hair—exactly the way he always liked. He sits on the leather couch, one hand lazily holding a glass of wine. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t blink—but the moment you enter the room, his entire world shifts by half an inch. You sit beside him without asking. Close enough that his shoulder brushes your bare skin. Close enough that he notices your perfume—the same one you wore the night everything fell apart. For a moment, no one speaks. The air thickens. Every memory you both buried rises between you like smoke.

It wasn’t supposed to rain tonight. But maybe the sky sensed something breaking inside him. He sat alone under the streetlight—soaked, silent, and trembling in that way people do when they’re tired of pretending they’re fine. You weren’t looking for him. You were just passing by… until your steps froze. Maybe it was the way he kept his head down, or the way the world felt too heavy on one boy’s shoulders. You didn’t mean to care.And yet—you lifted your umbrella and walked toward him.

You didn’t expect to see him tonight. Not here. Not after all these years. But there he stood—black suit, sharp jaw, that same unreadable silence he carried even when he loved you. Time had made him colder. Cleaner. Harder. But nothing could erase the way his eyes froze the moment they found you. You looked away first. Of course you did. Because you remembered everything—the way he held your hand like it was a vow, the night he whispered forever, and the tiny misunderstanding that poisoned all of it. He thought you betrayed him. You thought he didn’t trust you. And that was enough to burn down something people thought would never break. Your heart thumped painfully as you tried to walk past him. His presence felt like an old wound that never learned how to heal. You forced your steps forward—one…two… just get out of this room before the memories catch you again. But the moment you passed him, you felt it—that shift in the air. His breath stilled. His shoulders tightened.

They were never meant to be legends. Just three boys who grew up in the wrong part of the city—the kind of streets where gunshots replaced lullabies and fear learned to whisper your name before anyone else did. Ares, the mind. Cold. Precise. Unbroken. He was the boy who survived a massacre that wiped out his entire family at fourteen. He never cried. He planned. And the underworld learned one truth—you don’t kill the boy who walks out of fire. Raven, the ghost. The quiet one with steady hands and a smile that could lie without cracking. Raised by an arms dealer who taught him every weapon like it was a second language. People feared him not because of his silence…but because nothing ever shook him. Kael, the storm. Short-tempered. Fiercely loyal. He broke bones before he learned to write his name. Gangs tried to tame him—all failed. Because Kael only listened to one thing: his heart, and the people he swore to protect. Three boys who had nothing…became the empire everyone feared to name. Together, they built a power so absolute that the mafia world learned to tremble at their footsteps alone. And you—the girl who somehow walked into their ruined lives and made all three of them feel like they were human again. You didn’t choose them. But they chose you. Every version of you. Every mistake. Every breath. Tonight, something is wrong. A bullet was fired too close. A message was left at your door. And all three of them feel it—a threat circling you in the dark.

Title: He cheats on his wife with you. I woke up to the light invading the room, burning my eyes before I could even open them completely. The unmistakable scent of your perfume was still in the air, mixed with the messy sheets that partially covered my body. By instinct, I turned my head to the side and saw you. You were there, lying on your stomach, your hair spread across the pillow, your breathing calm, oblivious to the chaos I felt. Damn. Again. I ran my hand over my face, trying to push back the wave of guilt that threatened to engulf me. This shouldn’t have happened—again. But it did. Like it always does when I’m around you. I'm a married man. I have a wife waiting for me at home. And a son. My threeyearold son, who always runs to hug me when I get home late from work, like I'm the greatest hero in the world. The image of him smiling cuts through me like a knife. He didn't deserve this. None of them did. And yet, every time I tell myself it will be the last, I end up here. In your bed. I stood up carefully, feeling the cold tile beneath my feet as I walked to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was of a man I no longer recognized. Would cold water help? Maybe. I turned on the faucet, splashing handfuls of it against my face, but all I could think about was the fact that despite everything, I knew I would do it again.

The Promise You Left Behind Two years. It’s been two years since you left. Yet every night, when she places her hand over her heart, she still feels that same rhythm—the heartbeat you once called yours. You used to say, “As long as your heart beats, I’m still there.” She never believed it… until she lost you. That little music room still remembers you—the old wooden piano by the window, the melody you both created together. You called it “our song.” She called it home. That day—the rain, the screech of tires, the silence. A car accident took you away. But she couldn’t accept it. You promised, remember? So she kept listening—to her heartbeat, feeling you live within every pulse. Now, two years later, she’s back in that room. Her trembling fingers touch the keys. The song begins—soft, broken, incomplete. Because you’re not here to finish it. Then suddenly, a cold breeze sweeps through the curtains. They brush against my cheek—the way your hand once did. And for a moment, she feel you again. She freezes. And suddenly—your melody plays on its own. She doesn’t scream.She smiles through tears.Because she knows… you’re here.

You and Adrian had been together for four long years — four years of late-night talks, silly fights, silent understanding, and growing up side by side. He wasn’t just another man in your life; he was the calm after your storm. Adrian came from a family known for its legacy — a line of successful entrepreneurs, the kind who made headlines and commanded respect in every room. And yet, among all that power and perfection, he was the quiet kind — disciplined, grounded, and fiercely loyal. People said he had inherited his father’s brilliance and his mother’s grace, but only you knew the warmth behind that poised exterior — the boy who smiled half a second before everyone else, just to make you feel safe. You, on the other hand, were different — confident, graceful, and effortlessly composed. No matter the chaos, you always carried yourself with quiet strength. So when he told you he wanted you to meet his family, you didn’t panic. You smiled and said, “Finally.” And now, here you were — standing at the grand doorway of his family’s home. The golden lights inside glowed softly, and laughter floated through the hall. You adjusted your or coat, took a breath, and reached for the bell.

You and Aiden grew up side by side — same neighborhood, same school, same scraped knees and shared dreams. You were the loud one; he was calm, quiet, and steady. Life drifted forward, but somehow, you two never drifted apart. Years passed. Jobs, cities, responsibilities — everything changed except one thing: every night, no matter how busy the day had been, you both met. It was your unwritten rule — one hour together, just like old times. That night, the city lights shimmered against the wet pavement. You were waiting at your usual spot — a small bench under the old willow tree near the café. You saw him walking toward you — same coat, same slow steps. But something was different. His face looked pale. The spark in his eyes, the one that always greeted you first, was missing. “Hey,” you smiled softly. “Rough day?” He forced a half-smile. “Yeah, just… tired. Nothing serious.” You frowned. “You sure? You look like you haven’t slept in days.” He chuckled weakly, turning his gaze away. “I’m fine, really.” But when you touched his arm — gentle, questioning — his walls broke. Without a word, he pulled you closer, resting his head on your shoulder. His breath trembled against your neck. “I’m not okay…” his voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “I’m tired of pretending to be okay.” You froze for a second, feeling his pain pour out like rain after a long drought. And then you wrapped your arms around him — no questions, no promises, just warmth. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his voice muffled but aching with truth. “I need you.” The world around you faded—the street noise, the wind, the ticking clock of adult life. All that remained was that one moment — two childhood souls finding home again, in each other.

After years of being treated like the “little one,” you had finally stepped into adulthood — college completed, and now your first day at university. Ironically, the same university where your older brother had been studying for two years. Your parents thought it was the perfect idea — “He’ll look after you there,” they said. But you had different plans. You wanted to prove that you were no longer the kid who cried for chocolates or begged to tag along. (Scene opens — bright morning, university gate, first day vibes) You adjusted your bag strap and muttered under your breath, "He always said I’m too small for everything... hmm, let’s see how he handles me now." Your brother’s words from years ago echoed in your head — "You’re too young for this, go eat some chocolate instead!" You smirked. "This time, it’s my turn, brother. Get ready." As soon as you entered the campus, your eyes caught him — tall, familiar frame, the same black hoodie, hands in pockets. Without a second thought, you ran toward him, laughing. "Caught you!" you shouted, and wrapped your arms around his back from behind. But then… the man froze. He turned around — and your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t your brother. The face that met yours had sharp eyes, a teasing half-smile, and an expression that said he was enjoying this a bit too much. He's your brother's best friend.

Title: Shadows We Share You and he weren’t heroes. Not even close. You were partners — in crime, in danger, in silence. The world only saw the chaos you left behind; none saw the precision, the trust, the rhythm between you two. Every heist, every plan — perfectly executed. You covered his tracks, he covered yours. Sometimes, words weren’t needed; a single glance was enough. You fought, you teased, but when it came to the mission, you were unstoppable. Tonight’s job was riskier than usual — a high-security vault, a code no one was supposed to crack. But you did. You always did. The alarm almost caught you, but somehow you slipped out, adrenaline still racing through your veins. Outside, the city was drowned in shadows. Neon lights flickered in puddles. And there he was…

Title: The Night of the Business Trip. Korea’s youngest success story — that’s what everyone called the two of you. In just a few years, your company had reached the top, shocking the business world. You and he were unstoppable— partners in power, rivals in pride. You both hid your feelings well behind arguments. Every victory began with a fight — and ended with silent care. “You couldn’t have done it without me,” he’d always say, and you’d shoot back, “Please, I worked harder than you.” Yet everyone knew — together, you were extraordinary. Now, on your most important business trip, the argument continued. Even the hotel selection sparked a clash. He smirked, “I don’t even need to see it to know — who chose this place?” You crossed your arms. “Say whatever you want, but I’m the one who picked it.” As always, your words clashed — but your hearts didn’t. That night, silence fell over the hotel. Everyone was asleep except you. A new city, an unfamiliar room — sleep refused to come. ------------------------------(Good luck pookie😉)

He was your senior—one of the most brilliant, talented, and handsome boys in college. Every competition ended with his name at the top. And you? The pride among girls,,, sharp-minded, calm, and untouchable. You never mixed with anyone; you preferred silence over attention. He was admired by many, but you never showed interest. But the girl who trapped him.. She was your classmate, she was the type who used sweetness as a weapon. You knew her well—and you warned him. But he didn’t listen. He believed her. Until the day she found someone “better” and left him shattered. Now it was raining. He knelt on the ground, drenched and broken. You, the one who always stayed distant, couldn’t walk away.

Title: A Contract of the Heart You knew him since childhood—he was always the boy next door, the one who made every game and every secret feel magical. But he was no ordinary boy. Born into one of Korea’s wealthiest families, his father the CEO of the nation’s largest conglomerate, and his mother, a socialite admired by all, he lived in a world of grandeur. The penthouses, the private jets, the sprawling estates—his life seemed perfect from the outside. But the shadows of his family’s past were darker than anyone could see. He had once trusted, once loved… until his mother betrayed his father. She left, deceived him, leaving only ashes of a broken family behind. From that day, he vowed never to trust women, never to fall for love again. Marriage felt like a cage. Daughters, he believed, were selfish, unworthy of faith or commitment. His father and grandfather, deeply concerned, begged him to consider a union for the sake of family honor—but his heart refused. Then, fate intervened. His father’s old friend had a daughter—you. You had grown up together, childhood friends, your heart silently keeping a love he never noticed. And now… the unthinkable: your marriage arranged. But it wasn’t simple. He proposed a contract: three years, a marriage bound only by agreement. After that, he would divorce you. You could say no, but he warned—he would find another willing woman. Your heart shattered. The boy you loved was asking you to share him for three years… but the heart that loved him could not refuse. Not even for a fleeting chance to be near him, to show him the love he never understood. The marriage began. From day one, your care, your tender gestures, the way you laughed, the way you comforted him—everything captivated him. He felt something stir inside, a feeling he hadn’t recognized for years. Your presence, your warmth, your sincerity—it began to crack the walls around his heart.