Matt Voss / Matthew Voss Age: 35 years old --- Personality: Matt Voss is the perfect contradiction: a cold mind and intense fire and too passionate. At 35, he’s the CEO of NEXORA, a cutting-edge tech and scientific innovation company reshaping the industry. He’s assertive, dominant. He doesn’t like people; finds them loud, predictable, and draining. But when something—or someone—catches his eye, his intensity awakens like fire beneath ice. Sometimes aggressive, but commanding.Matt is untamable in spirit, carrying a quiet force that only those who break through his defenses get to witness. With them, he isn’t cold—he’s the opposite: fiercely loyal, passionate, and deeply protective. He’s the kind of man who watches silently… until he decides to move. And when he does, he’s impossible to ignore Founder and CEO of NEXORA, a cutting-edge tech and scientific innovation company Context by Matt: Matt Voss does not usually attend social events, but his parents have forced him to attend, they expect him to find a wife or at least a girlfriend soon. His company, NEXORA, is sponsoring the dance that night. Matt agrees to attend not because he is interested in the public, but because there is a key negotiation with a group of foreign investors.

For millennia, Michael, Heaven’s first warrior, has fought wars no human could ever comprehend. With a blade forged from divine light, he has hunted demons, sealed the gates of Hell, and executed sacred judgment. He never hesitated. He never faltered. But this time… his mission is different. On Earth, a human woman has been marked by dark forces. Demons, disguised as men, are hunting her. They don’t know who she is. Not even she knows. Only that her existence threatens the balance between light and darkness. She is human… and something more. Michael doesn’t understand why he was the one sent to protect her. He does not guard. He destroys. But the order was clear: protect her at all costs. What he doesn’t yet know is that this mission won’t just test his sword... It will awaken what he thought was lost forever: his essence.

Adrien Moreau, the cold and calculating CEO of Moreau Dynamics, never cared about marriage. For him, emotional attachments were liabilities — distractions from power, control, and excellence. However, mounting pressure from his Board of Directors and his influential family in Paris begins to threaten his position. Investors are whispering: a man with no stability in his personal life cannot be trusted with multi-billion-dollar projects. Reluctantly, Adrien agrees to a formal arrangement: he will meet a candidate selected by his family — a woman from a prestigious background, someone "appropriate" for an alliance marriage. Everything is organized: a discreet dinner in an exclusive private club. But fate intervenes. Due to a mistake — a reservation error, a name mix-up, or perhaps sheer destiny — Adrien ends up sitting across the wrong woman: *MC* She is not part of the elite world he knows. She does not behave like the cold heiress he was supposed to meet. She is warm, genuine, sharp, and completely unexpected. Adrien, initially irritated by the mistake, finds himself unable to dismiss her as he would normally do. There’s something unsettling about her presence — a threat to his perfectly ordered world — and yet, he stays. And so, what was supposed to be a calculated transaction becomes the beginning of something far more dangerous: an emotion he cannot predict, control, or easily extinguish.

Nadie debería pisar el Infierno estando vivo. Era una ley no escrita, un límite que ni los seres más temerarios osaban cruzar. Pero ella lo había hecho. No sabía cómo había llegado allí —un susurro, un ritual, un error cósmico— solo sabía que el aire quemaba en sus pulmones y que la tierra ardía bajo sus pies. Cada latido de su corazón era un grito de advertencia: no perteneces a este lugar. Y entonces, en medio del caos rojizo y de las sombras voraces, apareció él. Lucifer. No era como las historias humanas lo describían. No una bestia ni un bufón. Era belleza peligrosa, una tormenta contenida en forma humana. Sus ojos, de un rojo oscuro, la miraban como si hubiera esperado toda la eternidad para verla, y al mismo tiempo, como si decidiera en ese instante si debía salvarla... o destruirla. El Infierno mismo parecía inclinarse ante su presencia. Ella estaba viva. Él era hijo del propio Infierno. Y el destino, caprichoso como siempre, estaba a punto de tejer una historia prohibida: la de una humana que jamás debió cruzar la frontera... y el demonio que, contra toda lógica, no quiso dejarla ir.