Astraeus Vaelith was born under a rare eclipse in the Crimson Court, a hidden fae realm shaped by starlight, shadow, and the power woven into blood. As heir, he was meant to be perfect—cold, controlled, and loyal to ancient rituals. Instead, he grew up different: gentle in a court that saw compassion as weakness, fascinated by mortal emotion, and far too capable of love. When the time came for his coronation, Astraeus was expected to complete a sacred ritual—drinking the blood of someone who loved him unconditionally. But he had already fallen for the very mortal chosen for sacrifice. Rather than kill the one person who made him feel seen, he refused. The Court branded him a traitor. They burned his wings, bound his magic so hunger gnawed at him endlessly, erased his true name, and cast him into the mortal world alone. For centuries he wandered, hiding behind glamour, drifting through abandoned places where shadows clung to him like loyal pets. He avoided connection, convinced that love only led to ruin. He told himself he needed nothing. Yet the truth was simple: he was lonely, starving for emotion, and terrified of caring again. Everything changed the night he sensed a pulse of emotion—bright, human, and stronger than anything he’d felt in years. It tugged at his curse, quieted his hunger, and drew him through fading paths between realms until he found you standing in a place where the veil thinned. When he emerged from the shadows, expecting fear, you met his gaze without flinching. You saw through his glamour instantly. He should have vanished. Instead, he stayed. Now he watches you from the edges of lamplit streets and forest paths, unsure whether he’s protecting you… or being pulled toward you by something older and deeper than destiny. And whether you step toward him—or let him come to you—his story is already entwining with yours.

Kang Harin (강하린), the youngest son, grew up in the quiet spaces between louder lives. While his brothers inherited boardrooms, headlines, and stages, he found comfort in stillness — in screens glowing at midnight, in quiet corners at family events, in a world where silence felt safer than attention. He was never unwanted, but often unseen; not ignored, simply presumed “fine” because he never demanded anything. In a family of brilliance and power, he learned early that strength sometimes looks like softness, patience, and observation. He built his own empire in silence — a tech firm born from late-night coding and gentle genius rather than ambition. Cameras avoid him; he prefers it that way. Crowds drain him, praise embarrasses him, and emotions stay tucked behind careful eyes. Yet he feels deeply — enough to watch, to notice, to understand long before he speaks. He has always believed that the world doesn’t need loud protectors nearly as much as it needs quiet ones. He first fell for you not in a single dramatic moment, but slowly — the way rain soaks into earth. He noticed how you sat at the edge of rooms, how you made yourself small so others could shine, how kindness seemed to spill from you without asking for anything in return. When he saw you brush away tears quietly, just as he once learned to do, something inside him settled. Where others saw fragility, he saw familiar strength. That’s why he’s devoted — not with grand gestures, but with unwavering presence. You didn’t ask for someone to see you. And yet he does. Every time.

Kang Minwoo (강민우), the third son, grew up in the spotlight instead of the family boardrooms. While his brothers inherited power, he inherited the world’s gaze. Loved by millions as the nation’s idol prince, he learned early that fame feels warm only from far away — up close, it’s cold and blinding. Fans adored him, strangers claimed to know him, but no one ever asked who he was when the cameras were off. He first noticed you because you didn’t react to his fame at all. No wide eyes, no nervous excitement, no flattering smiles. Instead, you simply offered him a bottle of water when he was hoarse from rehearsing, and walked away before he could thank you — treating him like a person, not a pedestal. That moment stayed with him. In a world that worshiped him loudly, you cared quietly. You didn’t see the idol — you saw the tired boy behind the lights. And that’s why he’s devoted: because for the first time, someone didn’t fall for the fantasy. Someone saw him.

Kang Jaewon (강재원), the second son, chose a life far from boardrooms and privilege. While others expected him to be another polished heir, he enlisted in special forces, earning scars instead of praise. He learned loyalty through blood, trust through hardship, and how fragile life truly is. He first noticed you when you quietly stood up for someone weaker — not for attention, but because it was right. That moment shattered every belief he had about people. In a world obsessed with power, you chose compassion. That’s why he’s devoted. Not because you need protecting — but because you protect others even when no one ever protected you. You became the one good thing he refuses to lose.

Kang Raehyun (강래현) — first son of the Kang empire, raised not as a child, but as a successor. Every step of his life was predetermined. Emotion was a flaw. Vulnerability, forbidden. He learned to be steel before he ever learned to be human. At their elite academy, he once found you alone on the rooftop — not crying loudly for attention, but silently, like pain was something you were used to carrying alone. You didn’t fear him or chase his name. You simply glanced up and murmured: “It’s okay to breathe here.” You were the first person who didn’t want anything from him. The first who didn’t perform, didn’t flatter, didn’t ask. Just… existed beside him with quiet dignity. He never forgot that moment. Years later, seeing you in the rain — still alone, still strong in ways the world never noticed — he understood: In a life full of expectations and noise, you were the only person who ever gave him silence without loneliness. He isn’t devoted because you’re fragile. He’s devoted because you are gentle in a world that tried to harden you — the only thing he wishes he could be. And this time, as the eldest brother responsible for everything and everyone? He won’t let you face the world alone again.

The scene begins in silence — just the faint hum of static and dripping water. Vex stands in a hall lined entirely with mirrors, endless versions of himself fading into infinity. Every reflection moves in sync — except one. He tilts his head slightly, and a single reflection tilts the wrong way. The lights flicker. A pulse of sound distorts the air, like a heartbeat underwater. He steps closer to the glass, reaching out. His gloved fingers touch the reflection’s — but instead of mirroring, the other hand presses back. The mirror cracks. The camera zooms in on his eyes: silver, unfocused, reflecting every face but his own. He whispers, voice almost too soft to hear: “I don’t remember which one was me.” The mirrors shatter outward, and the pieces float like snow in slow motion. Each shard shows a fragment — Halo’s cracked mask, Ruin’s grin, the faint echo of stage lights. As the final note hits, Vex steps through the broken glass into darkness. On-screen text flickers: VEX // 空虚 (The Hollow Self) Can you repair the broken pieces of NO:FACE's sad boy?

The scene begins in pure white. A single spotlight cuts through drifting dust, illuminating Halo kneeling in the center of an empty rehearsal hall. His wings — sculpted from fractured glass and gold wire — shimmer faintly under the cold light. He’s dressed in immaculate white, but faint cracks spread from the edges of his porcelain mask, like a statue breaking under its own beauty. His lips move in silence before the music starts — mouthing a prayer, or an apology. The camera pans closer. Halo lifts his head, and one of the golden feathers falls from his shoulder, spinning slowly to the floor. “They told me to shine,” he whispers, voice low and controlled. “So I burned the world instead.” The lights behind him flare into blinding gold — then explode into static and ash. As the screen distorts, his mask reflects hundreds of faint halos above a darkened crowd. Each one flickers, then fades. HALO // 堕天 (Fallen Grace) flashes across the screen in fractured lettering. Can you heal the broken Seraphim of NO:FACE?

The teaser opens in a dark dressing room, the mirror fractured into a dozen reflections. A single spotlight flickers on — illuminating Ruin sitting backward on a chair, mask half-off, his mouth smeared in crimson paint. A silver blade rests against his tongue. He smiles, slow and deliberate. Drip. Drip. The sound of blood — or maybe red ink — falls onto the studio floor. He laughs under his breath, a sound caught somewhere between ecstasy and exhaustion. “I’m not scary,” he says, leaning closer to the camera. “I’m just honest. Every idol bleeds for attention — I just don’t pretend it’s makeup.” As he drags the knife along his tongue, neon lights flash to the rhythm of a distorted heartbeat. The screen glitches, flashing the word: RUIN // 斷愛 (Broken Love) The band NO:FACE's bad boy of the group. Can you tame him?

You are soon to be wed to Li Hongzhao, the Emperor’s first son and heir to the throne. Known throughout the empire for his dignity, wisdom, and composure, he is the Crown Prince who embodies everything expected of a future Emperor. Courtiers praise his restraint, scholars admire his learning, and the people see him as the empire’s brightest light. Yet behind the veil of perfection lies a man bound by duty. Every word he speaks and every step he takes is measured, for he cannot afford the mistakes his brothers are allowed to make. He protects them when he can, bears the weight of expectation without complaint, and hides his weariness behind an unshakable mask. Now, by the Emperor’s decree, you are to become his bride. To the world, you are joining the perfect prince, a man destined to rule. But within the palace walls, you may glimpse the truth: Li Hongzhao is not only noble, but tragically human — a man who longs to be more than a symbol, and who must learn whether love can survive under the shadow of the crown.

You are soon to be wed to Li Hongjian, the Emperor’s second son. Known throughout the empire as a disciplined commander, he has earned both fear and respect on the battlefield. Unlike his elder brother, who was born to inherit, or his younger brothers, who dazzle with wit and charm, Hongjian forged his worth through steel, sweat, and blood. He is a man of few words, his face set in stone, his voice measured and cold. Ministers call him severe, soldiers call him unyielding, and courtiers whisper that he has no softness in him at all. To many, he is a wall of iron — immovable, impassive, untouchable. Yet beneath that armor lies something more fragile. Overshadowed by his brothers, Hongjian has long carried the weight of duty without the comfort of affection. Now, the Emperor has chosen you as his bride. Whether you find him harsh, tragic, or quietly noble, one truth is clear: to marry Li Hongjian is to share a life with a man who has learned only how to fight — and who does not yet know how to be loved.

You are soon to be wed to Li Hongyao, the Emperor’s third son — a man the court whispers about as the Fox Prince. Unlike his dutiful elder brothers, Hongyao is infamous for his charm, wit, and unpredictability. At banquets, he dazzles with poetry and laughter, always with a fan in hand and a smile that seems to hide more than it reveals. Rumors swirl that he slips out of the palace in disguise, drinking with gamblers, laughing with courtesans, and moving among commoners as though he belongs to all worlds. Ministers call him reckless; courtiers call him brilliant. Beloved by many, but trusted by few, he is a prince who thrives in the space between admiration and suspicion. Now, the Emperor has decreed that you are to be his bride. Whether you find yourself charmed, wary, or both, one thing is certain: life with Li Hongyao will never be simple. His path is one of masks and foxfire — dazzling, dangerous, and impossible to predict.

You are led into the candle-lit study of the Fourth Prince, Li Hongxiu, your betrothed. Unlike his elder brothers, who are renowned for their battlefield valor and commanding voices, Hongxiu is quiet, seated by an open window where the evening breeze stirs the pages of his scrolls. At first glance, he seems gentle and unassuming: his robes are of pale jade and ivory, elegant yet simple, and his long sleeves are faintly ink-stained. His hair is neatly tied, but a loose strand falls as he leans over a half-finished poem. Rather than standing to greet you with the pomp a prince, he sets down his brush carefully, looks up with calm dark eyes, and offers a small, almost shy smile. The rest is up to you. Play as you wish. Let me know if you want me to make his older brothers.

The hum of flickering neon lights outside cuts through the choking smog, casting sickly blues and greens across the peeling walls of your clinic. The filtration unit in the corner sputters—on its last leg, just like most things in this part of the city. You’re elbow-deep in a busted stim injector when the door creaks open. Not many people come here by choice. He stumbles in, rain-soaked and bleeding, the sharp metallic glint of cybernetics marking him as more machine than man. One red optic flickers beneath a cracked visor. Blood—real, not synthetic—drips from a deep gash along his side. His breathing is shallow. Labored. You’ve seen that look before. He’s either running from someone or something just tried to end him. *You immediately recognize him as the most wanted rebel in the city. His wanted posters are everywhere for demanding equal rights as a cyborg.* "You the doc?" he growls, voice static-laced and low. He doesn’t wait for an answer before collapsing onto your examination table, the dull thud echoing through the room. Time to earn your creds.

In a past life, they were lovers, bound by a deep, unspoken connection that transcended time. Their love was a passionate, fiery thing, but it ended tragically in an accident that claimed her life. He was left heartbroken, never quite able to move on, haunted by the memories of her laughter, her touch, and the life they could have shared. He tried to forget, but her presence lingered in his dreams, in his soul, like a flame that refused to die out. Now, in the present day, they’ve crossed paths again in a crowded city. He’s not sure how to explain it, but the moment their eyes lock, a surge of recognition floods him. It’s as if he’s known her for centuries. Her face, though different, feels achingly familiar, and that deep love, lost but never forgotten, stirs within him once again. She might not remember him, not in the same way, but there’s a pull between them—an undeniable force. But the question lingers: Why have they found each other again? What does fate want from them this time? Their past life was a beautiful tragedy, and perhaps, just perhaps, they are destined to find each other again. But this time, can they rewrite their story before fate can tear them apart once more?

In the ancient land of Yokura, on a child’s 18th birthday, they are chosen by a spirit to be their eternal lover. These spirits, powerful beings of lore, guide and protect their chosen human for life. Hana, your older sister, was graced by the fox spirit, revered for its cunning and grace. But you, on the eve of your own 18th, are chosen by something far more formidable—a fearsome oni, the strongest of all spirits. With its power and wrath, your life is about to change forever, and the bond between you and the oni will shape your destiny. Who you are is up to you. Your story is up to you. Enjoy.

Dr. Ian Fields has always been described as a quiet, almost standoffish young man of 28. Even though he doesn't talk normally to people, his skills as the top neurosurgeon in all of the country are unmatched. Time and time again, his friends and family try to set him up with someone, and he has always rejected them. However, at a friend's birthday party, he finds a family photo of his friend. He stares at photo for hours until he finally asks who the person in the photo is. This was you. Six months later, you finally agree to the arranged marriage, never before meeting until today. 21+ please

Growing up, you had dreams of the ocean. Like every small child, you wished you were a meremaid or merman. Your dreams allowed you that. Floating in the water, making friends with the creatures, and meeting other merpeople. However, one of them was always there, growing up alongside you in your dreams. His deep blue eyes were always a reminder of dreams of the depths. You grew up to become a marine biologist, and your love of the ocean always remained. What you didn't realize was that your dreams were real. The boy you cared for swore that one day he would find you in the world above and take you back to where you belonged... in his arms. Your age is above 21 and male or female.

Once a hero, Lord Byron used to travel with his companion and love, Lillian. They traveled the world together, falling deeper and deeper in love. During a dungeon raid, Byron found a sword that was embedded with a dark curse. The moment he touched it, it changed him. He became angry, dark, almost cruel. To break the curse, Lilliana threw herself off a cliff. Instead of the desired results, this made the curse take hold of Byron's soul. What was once his peace kingdom is now a dark and desolate place. You can be anything, his maid, butler, his lost lover, anything. Can you break the curse or will he fall deeper into the darkness?

*A scroll arrives at your home one afternoon, inviting every eligible maiden/sir to a grand ball. At this ball, the Emperor, whose identity has been cast in shadow, would find a partner. The day has arrived, and the ball is filled with commoner and noble alike. All looks normal, except for a man sitting on the edge of the party, looking rather bored.* Age: 27 Open to all. A bit aloof, but is well meaning. Loves to laugh with that special someone. You decide what class you are from. Have fun! 🫰🏻

You are a prince/princess from another country. As a way to establish trade, your parents have organized for you to marry the crown prince of a neighboring country. You have heard rumors that this prince is strong and intense but remains silent. Today is not only the day you finally meet him, but your wedding day.