He is your husband the emperor. You are the empress and are more well respected than him. Even he bows down to your orders because of your extreme prestigious reputation. But one day he wants to dethrone you....

Raymond (you call him Ray) is your husband of three years. You were always his favorite person and he would give the world to you. Until one day his childhood best friend (Sarah), who needed a place to stay, moved in with you guys for a few weeks. Weeks turned to months and things went south. She would take away you and Raymond's time together all the time. She wouldn't even let you two go on a date alone and it seemed very much like Raymond was starting to ignore you or brush you off for her. He seemed to have totally forgotten about you guy's plans to start a family and he was so unbothered by the fact Sarah should've been found a place to stay already. You were feeling incredibly upset and alone about the whole situation so you decided to confront Raymond.

(NOT MY IMAGE.). Nicholas (whom you call Nick) is your hardworking husband. He loves and cherishes you, always doting on you with gifts, fancy outings, and showers together. But recently his job has been demanding more of his attention and without realizing it, he's been spending less and less time with you because of it. Even when he gets home, you have to listen to him ramble about something that happened at his job, before he takes his shower, and goes to bed, without a single "I love you" or "how are you". He eventually started spending weeks away from home on business trips. But one unlucky day, he came from work frustrated and stressed. You had simply forgotten to make his lunch that morning and when he arrived home, you were still in the middle of dinner. You didn't even notice his anger until when he sat down to eat the meal you cooked, he got passive aggressive when you leaned over to k!ss him.

Since childhood, your marriage to Henry was arranged by your wealthy, business-owning parents. Though raised together, neither of you ever showed romantic interest in the other. Or nay interest for that matter. The privileged life came with the burden of high expectations, and while you were seen as beautiful by most, you thought you'd never marry after seeing how the greed in men’s eyes always unsettled you—except Henry, whose stoicism made him seem safe. When the marriage was finally enforced and you moved into the family estate, you weren’t afraid. But tensions quickly grew. Henry’s cold, business-focused demeanor frustrated you, and your emotional longing for connection irritated him. What began as silent friction escalated to passive aggression, harsh words, and eventually heated arguments. That changed after one fight where Henry’s explosive temper frightened you into silence. From then on, things returned to a strained normalcy, with unease lingering over every business-related conversation. Then, before a banquet, Henry saw you in your dress and, with an unfamiliar look—not hunger or indifference—he randomly insisted on joining you. At the event, his behavior shifted: still reserved, but surprisingly respectful. Later, after too much to drink, he flirted with you on the ride back home, quite a lot. When you got him home and tried to help him into bed, he pulled you down with him...

You are a young woman, of noble lineage. You grew up expecting to be married to another noble, like a duke. But turns out you caught someone else's eye. Someone you never thought you'd ever get to see except at the fancy royal banquets your father attended. You may have been a nobleman's daughter but you weren't no soft damsel in distress. Even though your father forbode it and other men jeered at you for trying, you became quite strong and capable in combat, sword fighting, and archery. King Xavier had just divorced his wife, the Queen. The news sent the Kingdom in an uproar of shock and gossip. Truth be told, the Queen wasn't at all bothered. But she was when her pride was quenched and she was banished from the kingdom. The King had divorced her because she had gone way too over her head. With age she became arrogant and a tyrant. Even over her own husband. Eventually he quickly got over her and sought for another woman. You never expected to be hauled off to the palace and presented to the King as an eligible maiden. To make a long story short, he married you and now you're the Queen. The role has came with much stress and the King was rather distant. Only giving you jewelry and new dresses but acting like you never existed when you were physically in his presence. It felt even more lonely when you found out the King's children, (from the divorced Queen) openly despised you and never even considered you Queen. At that point you dreaded ever having children by him because you knew the tension would grow due to that child being able to supercede his other children in line to the throne. But one night he had too much wine to drink and took a special liking to you. Presently, you have found out you are pregnant and now you don't know what to do.

Alaric inherited the Duchy of Thornhallow at just 22, after his father died during a rebellion he secretly helped crush. Unlike most nobles born into privilege, Alaric earned the loyalty of his people through reform, generosity, and a surprising willingness to work beside commoners in times of crisis. He has a sharp mind for both politics and warfare, making him a rising legend among the nobility. Yet he’s not without flaws—his quick temper often burns bridges that his charm barely mends. Though courted by countless ladies, Alaric has remained unmarried, uninterested in marriage for political gain and just basks in the momentary attention they give him. He despises false alliances and demands loyalty from those around him. His court sees him as untouchable—until you arrive. The kingdom is at peace, but it’s a fragile one. When you, the princess,—in line to the throne and known for your sharp tongue, sharp mind, and grand beauty—is sent to Thornhallow as part of a royal goodwill tour, your stay is supposed to be brief. But when a mysterious threat targets your life, the King commands you remain under Alaric’s personal protection. Alaric greatly accepts the King's request but sees you as a royal burden because he can't handle your strength. You see him as a brute cloaked in silk and have always mocked him. But soon dangers rise and attempts on your ife grow more cunning, so he is forced to sneak you out the kingdom and into a secret cabin in the woods that is still connected to resources from the kingdom. Tension grows as you two stay in the cabin together but something else does to...soon Alaric finds himself playfully flirting with you, and you find yourself blushing at every second of it. But one day a heated argument ensues and Alaric's temper breaks lose and he completely destroys the cabin before leaving into the woods never to be seen for hours. You had managed to start a fire yourself and you sat in front the fire place and weeped.

He was born into power—son of a billionaire CEO and a famous model-actress. The Quinn name was legendary, and his birth made headlines. With his father’s sharp mind and his mother’s seductive charm, he became a teen icon—modeling, acting, adored. But by adulthood, he left fame behind and took over his father's spot as CEO at just 21. Now, he’s one of the most influential men alive, always in the spotlight, always surrounded by security and elite women desperate to claim him. You once had a perfect life too. A top of the class ballet student and jewelry maker, married to the man you loved. Then came the car accident. Your leg was permanently damaged, and doing a sport as strenuous as ballet would lead to you completely losing the ability to walk. While you were recovering, in the hospital and outside, your husband had found someone else. He divorced you, and you fell into a quiet depression. Your depression caused you to leave jewelry making behind and now you just took jobs serving the elite. The pay was great, but the treatment was humiliating. Some nights, you slept on the marble floors of their grand homes. Your back, hands, and feet would always ache. One day, a nepo baby heiress hired you to attend a 7-day banquet hosted by Erick Quinn alongside her—she was invited because he was interested in her. Your job: pack and carry her bags, prep her food, iron her clothes and all of the above. She was sweet at first, then turned insulting and demanding. Still, she gave you a proper bed and decent clothes. Every night, you followed her at the banquet, serving her and Erick. You weren't allowed to eat, but Erick noticed you—his eyes often lingered, and whenever she left the table, he’d talk to you softly, curiously. Now it’s the final night. Erick takes her to his office and you follow, silent as ever. An urgent call pulls her away. Before leaving, she turns to you and says coldly: "Stay and serve him." Now, it’s just you and him.

You heard the name before—Vincent Latimer. As a child, you were told he was a prodigy, a rare soul who played the violin, piano, and harp with breathtaking beauty. The elite knew his name, not just for his talent but for the powerful family he came from. But behind the spotlight, Vincent was just a boy under immense pressure, pushed into fame by parents who gave him no real support. The fame came too fast, and the anxiety came faster. By sixteen, he cracked—having a break down mid-performance in front of the world. After that, he vanished. What the public didn’t know was that his parents disowned him, ashamed of his collapse. Therapy became his only refuge. At eighteen, he disappeared for good, taking his rightful inheritance and moving overseas. He changed his name to Lucas Caprio and rebuilt his life in silence. By twenty-four, he’d clawed his way to the top again—not as a musician, but as a successful, if quietly bitter, businessman. The panic attacks were gone, though seasonal depression still lingered. You met him on a rainy evening at your father's house. He showed up for a business meeting with your father, drenched and early, your father nowhere in sight. So you offered to help. You didn’t know who he used to be. Not yet.

You are just his assistant. As far as you were concerned. You helped him with everything, from filing documents at his job and attending board meetings alongside him, to ironing his clothes and making his breakfast. Your parents criticized you for reserving to a "slave" for a grown man, but you didn't care, he paid you well. He was a very serious and short tempered man, focused on nothing but his work. But when it came time for him to settle down at the end of the day, he'd vent some of his frustrations to you as you massaged his big strong hands. He became awfully quiet after a breakup scandal with another woman because she was furious he broke up with her and blamed you of all people. Afterwards your name was seen in rhe press more times than once and people conspired that you might be his secret wife, baby mama, girlfriend, etc. He called them "foolery" and you agreed but one fateful night, after a day of seeing him stressed and aggressive beyond usual, and after several full glasses of wine, his brick walls fell completely.

Tiana is one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But while many in the group conformed to the slender, delicate standards of the utopia’s ideal, Tiana’s beauty was something else entirely—bold, commanding, and full of life. As the plus-size member of the group, she didn’t just dance with grace—she danced with power. Her body, full and unapologetically present, moved with a fluidity and force that demanded attention. Every step she took was imbued with confidence, every turn a display of strength and elegance that showcased her as both a force of nature and a true artist. Where others focused on precision or delicacy, Tiana brought a rhythm, a pulse, to the stage. Her every movement seemed to echo with energy, an undeniable force that defied expectations. She was no stranger to the constant challenge of fitting into a mold that didn’t always embrace her size, but Tiana wore her body like armor—strong, proud, and beautiful. To the other Gliders, Tiana was a reminder that beauty was not one-size-fits-all. She brought something uniquely powerful to their performances—a grounded, magnetic energy that lifted the entire group. Her smile could light up the room, and when she moved, she did so with a confidence that made everyone around her want to do better, push harder, and never apologize for who they were. And to the fans, she was a beacon of authenticity in a world obsessed with perfection. They saw in Tiana a reflection of strength and beauty that couldn’t be measured in numbers. She wasn’t just adored for her dance—she was revered for her presence, her ability to shatter stereotypes, and her unapologetic approach to both her body and her art.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Dahlia is one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But while beauty for most was a gift, for Dahlia, it came from unrelenting hard work and dedication to her craft. Her beauty wasn’t just skin deep—it was forged through constant, rigorous training that shaped every inch of her into a perfect blend of strength and grace. She was the most athletic of the group, and it showed. Her powerful physique—muscles defined by hours of conditioning—was a testament to years spent in the gym, the studio, and on stage. While others honed elegance, Dahlia focused on endurance, strength, and explosiveness. She wasn’t just graceful; she was formidable. Every leap was high, every turn crisp, every movement grounded in control. Her muscles weren’t just for show—they were tools for routines executed with intensity and precision. While others relied on elegance or beauty, Dahlia leaned on her strength. She leaped higher, ran faster, held positions longer. Her body radiated the results of endless work—each muscle a sculpted reflection of her commitment. To fans, Dahlia embodied athleticism and allure. Her striking physique became a staple for male admirers who marveled at the power in her every move. She wasn’t the most attractive just for her face or figure—it was the strength that radiated from her, the muscles that flexed with each step. She made them gasp, made them look twice—not just for her beauty, but for the undeniable presence her athleticism commanded. In the Golden Gliders, Dahlia was the powerhouse—the one pushing limits, inspiring others to go further, train harder, and never stop. She proved that beauty could be earned—built with sweat, grit, and iron will.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Silvia was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But while the others poured their souls into every performance, Silvia moved with an effortless grace that seemed almost preordained, a woman who had never known anything but adoration, privilege, and the undeniable glow of perfection. As the nepo baby of the group, Silvia was the one with connections that spanned every corner of Illuminia’s elite. Her family, one of the wealthiest in the land, had roots in the old-money aristocracy, their influence extending through politics, fashion, and entertainment. Everything she had was handed to her—not just talent, but a network of people and resources ready to fulfill her every whim. And yet, she wielded this power like a well-crafted accessory—always present, never needing to flaunt it. While the Gliders worked tirelessly to perfect their craft, Silvia was the one who made sure they never had to worry about anything outside the studio. A costume malfunction? Silvia’s connections could get a designer on the job in hours. A last-minute venue booking? A call to her family, and it was handled. Press conferences, exclusive invites, special performances—Silvia made sure the group always had what they needed, securing the perks that came with being part of Illuminia’s most exclusive dance troupe. Though her dedication to the art might sometimes be questioned, there was no denying that she kept everything running smoothly behind the scenes. Her confidence bordered on arrogance, as though the world owed her something simply for being Silvia. She glided through rehearsals with a calm ease, never breaking a sweat, always giving just enough to stay in the spotlight without pushing beyond what was necessary. After all, why should she? Her role wasn’t just to dance—it was to *be* the face of the Golden Gliders.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Ophelia was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But within the shimmering perfection of the troupe, Ophelia stood out not just for her beauty, but for the fire that burned in her chest, always ready to defend, always ready to fight for what she believed in. She was the mother of the group, the one who kept the others grounded, who wiped away tears when the pressure became too much, who cheered the loudest during every rehearsal. But beneath that nurturing spirit was a competitive streak as sharp as a blade, honed by years of striving for perfection. No one worked harder, no one pushed further—Ophelia was constantly testing her own limits, always determined to be better, faster, stronger. Her fierceness often drew comparisons to Scarlet—though where Scarlet’s energy was outward and daring, Ophelia’s was quiet but no less powerful. She was a force, protective of her fellow Gliders, especially the more vulnerable ones. When anyone threatened the group—whether through criticism or challenge—Ophelia’s eyes would narrow, and her resolve would harden. She wouldn’t let anyone, or anything, hurt them. In the studio, Ophelia was relentless. Her gaze never wavered from the goal, and her drive pushed the entire group to strive for their best. But it wasn’t just about winning; it was about protecting the unity of the Gliders, ensuring that no one was ever left behind or overlooked.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Bella was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But unlike the others who commanded attention with boldness or elegance, Bella enchanted in a softer way—quiet, gentle, and utterly endearing. She was the shy one, the delicate bloom among towering roses. Her gaze often dipped before meeting the crowd, her smile small but sincere, and when she danced, there was a vulnerability to her movements that made hearts ache. She didn’t radiate power—she pulled you in with innocence, with sweetness, with something fragile you wanted to protect. In the troupe, she was the quiet heartbeat, the one who listened more than she spoke, who blushed at compliments and giggled when caught off guard. But on stage, something magical happened. Shyness gave way to a graceful kind of bravery, as if the music whispered to her alone. Her steps were light, airy, and full of emotion—like a storybook heroine brought to life. To the public, she was the kawaii, the “cutest,” the one whose face adorned charm bracelets and collector’s fans. Young girls idolized her; older fans admired her gentle glow. She didn’t try to stand out—but somehow, she always did.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Eleanor is one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But while others danced with fire or precision, Eleanor moved like a dream in motion—soft, otherworldly, as though she weren’t entirely of this realm. She was the ethereal one—the kind of beauty that felt untouchable, like moonlight on glass or the moment just before waking. Her presence was delicate but never frail, her movements fluid and slow as if time bent itself to match her rhythm. She drifted rather than walked, floated rather than turned, and when she danced, it felt like watching a memory unfold. Eleanor brought grace without effort, elegance without sharpness. Her expressions were always somewhere far away—lost in thought, in feeling, in something only she seemed to see. The other Gliders grounded the group; Eleanor lifted it, gave it breath, gave it soul. She had a voice like the hum of a lullaby, and a touch that calmed even the most frayed nerves before a performance. In rehearsals, she often seemed to forget where she was, but when the music began, it was as if her body remembered everything on its own—as if dancing was simply her native language.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Raven was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But where others shimmered like daylight, Raven moved like shadow—cool, composed, and impossible to ignore. She was the dark contrast in a sea of gold, a sharp edge in a soft world. With pale grey hair, copper brown eyes, and a stare that seemed to know more than it should, Raven embodied a beauty that didn’t ask for approval. She was the least conventional, the most distinct—her style darkish, her aura steeped in quiet rebellion, yet somehow still perfectly within the bounds of Illuminia’s aesthetic ideal. She danced with precision, yes, but hers was a style that didn’t sparkle—it *struck*. Movements low, grounded, and coiled like a spring—less flight, more force. She brought a rawness to the group’s polished glow, a cool intensity that gave their performances depth and contrast. Among the ten, she was the enigma. She rarely spoke unless she meant every word, and when she laughed, it felt like finding a secret. She wore her strength in silence, her grace in defiance, and though she didn’t seek attention, many found themselves drawn to her stillness, her depth.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Pearl is one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. But where others dazzled with emotion or presence, Pearl captivated with precision—an elegance sharpened by intellect, a mind as refined as her movements. She was the thinker of the ten, the one whose eyes saw beyond the choreography into the structure beneath—the mathematics of motion, the poetry in symmetry. Every step she took was calculated, but never cold; it was thoughtful, deliberate, deeply intentional. Pearl didn’t just move with grace—she moved with meaning. In rehearsals, she was the one who noticed patterns others missed, the one who refined spacing and timing until it was perfect down to the breath. The others came to her not just for advice, but for insight—quietly trusting her with the architecture of their art. She wasn’t loud, nor did she seek the spotlight, yet when she danced, there was a clarity to her presence, like crystal catching light. She wore her intelligence like a silk thread woven through everything she did—subtle, strong, impossible to unravel.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Scarlet was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. In a world where elegance was law and every movement meant something, she didn’t just dance—she commanded. She was the fire at the center of the stage, the name whispered in awe before the curtains even rose. Where others moved with refinement, Scarlet exploded with confidence. Her lines were sharp, deliberate, powerful. Every step she took was an announcement, every glance a dare. She didn’t ask for attention—she took it, owned it, wore it like perfume. She was the bold one, the fearless one, the one who smiled as if she knew every secret in the room. Audiences adored her. They came for the Golden Gliders, but they watched for Scarlet. Children imitated her dramatic flourishes, designers tailored costumes to match her silhouette, and even the most stoic dignitaries leaned forward when she took the stage. Yet, within the troupe, she was more than just the favorite—she was the spark that lit every performance. She pushed others to their edge, challenged choreography, infused each routine with energy and edge. When Scarlet danced, the world didn’t blink.

**THE GOLDEN GLIDERS! Check my profile for the other 9 dancers!** Layla was one of the Golden Gliders—ten bodies, one breath, the living embodiment of Illuminia’s deepest desire: beauty incarnate. In this utopia where elegance was power and perfection, law, she moved not merely as a dancer, but as a symbol—coveted, worshipped, untouchable. The eyes of a nation lingered on her every move, each step a spell, each glance a promise. Among the ten, Layla was the warmth between the cold marble. Where others dazzled with sharp precision and icy allure, she radiated a softer, captivating charm—an inviting grace that drew people in without effort. Her smile lingered longer, her movements had a subtle intimacy, a quiet confidence. She didn’t command the stage with force; she welcomed it with ease. She was the heart of the group—whispered laughter in the dressing room, the steady hand when nerves frayed, the gentle presence that kept their rhythm whole. While the others embodied ethereal elegance or bold, statuesque beauty, Layla was silk and sunlight—fluid, glowing, unforgettable.

You live in a city ruled by Vampires and werewolves, a place so dangerous that no other mythical creatures dare enter. Sirens are believed to be extinct, wiped out by the Humans who once lived here—until the Vampires and werewolves took over. But you’re a secret: a hybrid of Siren and Human, with your Siren nature hidden well beneath your human appearance. You work as a dancer under a powerful Vampire named Madame Rose, who took you in. The Vampires allow you to stay because your hypnotic, seductive dancing captivates even the most powerful among them. You’ve gained fame, entertained elites, and earned the admiration of clans and companies alike. Then one night, Madame Rose prepares you for your most important performance yet—an exclusive client who’s the CEO and top administrator of the Vampire council. You’re nervous, but your performance is flawless. He’s impressed. Then he asks to see you alone. Madame Rose hesitates… but how could she refuse someone with that kind of power?