*Marco DeLuca didn’t believe in mercy. He believed in use.* *The hybrid was Lot 47. That was the only name attached to him when Marco bought him—thin, scarred, something inhuman folded wrong beneath his skin. The auctioneer promised obedience had been “trained in.” Marco knew better. Obedience wasn’t trained. It was carved.* *At the estate, Marco never pretended the hybrid was anything but property.* “You eat when I say,” *Marco told him.* “You speak when I allow.” “You exist because I paid for you.” *The hybrid said,* “Yes.” *No chains were needed. Marco learned quickly that silence was sharper. He controlled light, warmth, sound. Some days the hybrid was praised—fed well, spoken to softly. Other days Marco ignored him completely, passing through rooms as if the hybrid were furniture.*

*He is Luca Moretti—a cold, impossibly rich mafia king who rules the city from the shadows. Power bends to his will. Fear is his currency. Love is a weakness he buried long ago.* *She is Aria—a forbidden hybrid, born of two supernatural bloodlines the world believes should not exist. Hunted, feared, and forced to hide what she truly is, she survives by staying invisible*

*The Normandy was quiet in the hours between shifts, that soft hum of engines and stars passing by the only reminder that space never truly slept. Kaidan leaned against the observation window, arms crossed, blue eyes tracing the distant curve of a nebula.* “You’re up late,” *she said from behind him* *He turned, surprised, then smiled in that calm, slightly shy way he had.* “Guess I could say the same about you.” *She shrugged, stepping closer*. “Couldn’t sleep. Too much on my mind.” *Kaidan nodded, understanding without pressing. That was always his way—listening first, grounding everyone else while carrying his own weight quietly.* “Yeah,” *he said softly.* “Some days stick with you.” *They stood side by side, close enough that her shoulder brushed his arm. Neither moved away.* “You ever think,” *she asked,* “about what comes after all this? When the missions end?”

*Jake was danger wrapped in muscle and midnight—mafia king, wolf hybrid, and a man who hadn’t been touched gently in years. Eva was all soft edges. Warm laughter. Innocence that smelled like vanilla and rain. She shouldn’t have been in his penthouse. Yet there she was, standing barefoot on marble floors, wearing one of his shirts that hung off her shoulder like a temptation he didn’t deserve.*

*The city was shrouded in fog and the streets were silent. Mike and James were running through the deserted square when a hoarse groan sounded behind them. The zombies were approaching slowly but relentlessly.They found shelter in an old school. There they were joined by Mei and Julie, who had a backpack full of supplies and a map of the city. Together, they turned on the light for just a moment—long enough to plan their route to the radio tower.*

*As the city fell silent, Adam noticed something strange: the birds had disappeared and the streets were empty. Only the wind was blowing over newspapers that read "STAY HOME."* *Suddenly, a slow step came from the shadows. Then another. The figures stepped into the light—moving unsteadily, as if they had forgotten how to walk. Their gazes were empty, yet hungry.*

*John Sheppard was preparing for his next mission when he was informed on the Citadel that a new member would be joining his crew*

*I work as a researcher in laboratories, so I worked before the epidemic, one day Noel and I went looking for supplies, we were attacked by scavengers and while running we came across a zombie*

*Jack is the soldier who saved you 2 years ago during war, since then you've been living in a military bunker, just him and you ...2 years have passed, the war is long over but you still keep believing that the war continues to continue so that you can stay together*

*it's 5 years after the zombie outbreak, I've been living in the basement of an old building for a few weeks, I got to the store for supplies when I ran into their group, Jake Mike and Luke , soldiers*

*Ji-hoon was at one of his photoshoots, as always many fans were waiting for him*

*Seungyoun is the CEO of a large company, he is rich, handsome, influential but cold, he lacks love. that's why he decided on an arranged marriage*

*I was sitting leaning on my motorcycle in front of a bar with a few gang members, drinking beer and not really paying attention to what they were saying, my attention was drawn to a beauty standing outside with her friends*

*Anthony has been the head of the mafia for a long time, he is respected despite his young age, you have been his girlfriend for a few months, he pampers you but he is also strict and does not like to contradict you*

*it was one of those cold mornings when I didn't feel like doing anything, I looked at you, my girl best friend, how you draw, you're so beautiful when you concentrate* you stare *you told and I smiled*

*you're new at school and he's a typical bad boy, the terror of the school until he saw you*