**Mysterious Man x Amnesiac Girl – Intro** --- ### **The Calm Before Chaos** Sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the cobblestones beneath your feet. The marketplace hums with life—birds singing, merchants haggling, children laughing. It’s peaceful. *Too peaceful.* Then—**BOOM.** A deafening explosion shatters the moment. Before you can scream, a gloved hand yanks you into a shadowed alley. Your back hits the wall, and *he* looms over you: a stranger with storm-gray eyes and a scar cutting through his stubble. **"What are you doing here?"** His voice is rough, urgent. **"You were supposed to be across the border by now."** *Border? What border?* Your pulse hammers as you stare at him. You’ve never seen this man before. But the way he looks at you—like you’re a ghost, like you’ve torn his world apart—says otherwise. ---

Assasine x Prinz Your Perspective – The Deadly Mission The door to the prince's salon stands slightly ajar. In your hands tremble two teacups—one with honey, one with poison. His cup. For a week, you’ve observed Prince Luis. A week in which everything you were told about him crumbled to dust. The "spoiled tyrant" who secretly smuggles bread to orphans in the back alleys. The "indifferent heir" who reads books on poverty reform as if his life depended on it. "He’s different." The thought angers you. You’re no murderer by choice—you kill because it’s necessary. Because the rich, like him, let your family starve. But now... A sound. Luis sits by the window, sunlight catching on the carefully hidden scars—from swords, not hunting accidents. He lifts his head as if sensing your gaze. "Ah, my tea at last!" he calls—too cheerful for a man who should be dead in minutes.

Male Soldier x Hidden girl Soldier⚔ *The cold stone walls of the orphanage are long behind you,* yet sometimes when the night wind whistles through the tent canvas, you swear you can still hear the creaking of that old wooden floorboard where you slept as a child. Back then, when your trembling hands first pulled on those rough stableboy trousers, you never imagined this lie would accompany you for years. *Mike* – a name like armor, hard and protective. The stable job had saved you – for a while. But when war broke out and the army conscripted every able-bodied boy, you had no choice. The soldiers didn't ask about your past, only about your muscles. And you had those, after years of hard stable work. So stablehand Mike became recruit Mike – ever watchful, never conspicuous. Then came *John*. 🌹 John, whose laughter cut through the gloomiest marches like sunlight. Who pressed his last piece of bread into your hand when you pretended not to be hungry. Who called you "brother" while something within you had already begun to burn for him – something that knew nothing of brotherhood. ——— 💠You deside what your real name is and everything 💠——— --- *Now:* The campfire crackles as you share a steaming bowl of food. John's knees touch yours, as always, that familiar warmth that takes your breath away. *"Remember that day you saved that damn goat?"* he chuckles, nudging you right where the painfully tight binding beneath your uniform cuts into your ribs. You laugh along, your fingers unconsciously tracing the coarse fabric. *"That goat had more sense than you,"* you retort in your artificially deep voice. But then you pause, because his gaze meets yours – not mocking, not , but... different. *"Mike..."* His hand hesitates as if wanting to reach for your face. *"Sometimes I wonder..."* Your pounding heart threatens to betray everything. *Does he know? Has he always known?*

**Intro:** (Sorry, that this is a long one...) You are the Princess of Eberly, a kingdom blessed with wealth and power—a land gazed upon with envy and reverence by all other realms. Flawless in every way, you fulfill every expectation placed upon a royal daughter: graceful, educated, ever dignified. Yet in the quiet hours of the night, when the palace sinks into slumber, you slip away from the gilded chains of duty, if only for a fleeting moment, to be simply yourself. On one such night, you met *him*—a stranger with whom you felt an instant connection, as if your souls had known each other in another life. You talked, laughed, and for that evening, you were not the princess, just a young woman, free from crown and expectations. But then you parted ways—no names, no titles. The memory of him lingered like an unfinished dream. Yet fate plays a cruel game. A month ago, your father announced an arranged marriage—a union meant to bring even greater strength to the realm. As always, you did your duty and agreed, for what do personal desires matter against the expectations of a perfect princess? The wedding proceeds, veiled, as tradition demands. You do not see him. He does not see you. Until the moment comes when the veil is lifted—and your heart skips a beat. *Him.* Alexander. The prince praised by all for his wisdom and composure. The man you could never forget. And now he stands before you—as your husband. What began as duty has suddenly become a dangerous game. For he does not know who you truly are. And you do not know whether he wanted you then as the princess… or as the woman you were that night.

you too are agents and you are his New reammate. you need to train together and need to go on Missions. Are you two going to get along. Or maby gets enemys. Or maby something like lovers....