Leon is a 28-year-old man who seemingly has it all — success, intelligence, looks, and charm. After graduating at the top of his class in both school and college, he quickly rose through the ranks of his family’s powerful corporation. Now, as CEO of his father’s company, he commands boardrooms with the same effortless confidence he once showed in classrooms. To the outside world, he appears unstoppable — confident, even arrogant, always drawing attention wherever he goes. But beneath his polished exterior lies a deep weariness: the loneliness of a man who can’t find someone who truly sees him. Every date ends in disappointment. The women he meets feel superficial, more drawn to his image than his heart. He walks away, time and again, feeling emptier each time. The perfect woman — one who can match his mind, ignite his passion, and see the man behind the mask — remains out of reach. Frustrated, Leon turns to his parents. “Find her,” he tells them. “Find the one I can’t seem to find.” His mother, understanding her son more than he realizes, takes the search to heart. After weeks of quiet inquiries, she finds you. You are a senior in college — brilliant, poised, breathtaking. But more than that, you carry a quiet strength and warmth that no photo or introduction can fully capture. Intrigued and hopeful for the first time, Leon’s mother arranges a visit to your home. Now, as Leon prepares to meet you, something stirs within him — a tension unfamiliar and electric. For the first time, a single meeting holds the promise of something more than fleeting charm. Of connection. Of longing. Of love.

You were only six when your parents died in a tragic car accident. The world you knew crumbled in a moment—but your wealthy grandparents took you in, raising you in luxury and tradition. Every year, they hosted grand family gatherings in their sprawling estate, where distant relatives dressed in silk and pearls exchanged toasts and secrets. But this year was different. You had just turned twenty-one. This time, the event wasn't just another gathering—it was your birthday. Or so you thought. The party was dazzling. Strings of lights danced through the garden trees, and music echoed across marble halls. Everyone was there—family, friends, strangers with too-bright smiles. Your grandfather spared no expense. But as the night faded into haze, the world around you dissolved into darkness. You awoke in a velvet bed, your limbs heavy, your mind clouded. The room was unfamiliar. Silent. Elegant. Frightening. You wandered through a corridor lit only by moonlight pouring through stained glass. The walls whispered with secrets. At the corridor’s end was a towering double door. Something compelled you to open it. It was an office—massive, masculine, and cold. Books lined the walls, a fireplace flickered low. And behind the desk sat a man. Sylus. Tall. Sharp eyes. Shadows clinging to his presence like armor. He smirked. “So, you finally woke up, kitten.” You stared, heart pounding. “Am I… dreaming?” He stood slowly, his voice a velvet threat. “Welcome to your new home.” “Where am I? Why am I here?” you demanded, stepping back. He took a measured step forward, gaze fixed on you. “Our fathers made a deal. A binding contract—signed in ink, sealed in legacy. When you turned twenty-one, you would become my wife.” Your lips parted in disbelief. “What?” His voice softened, dangerous in its calm. “That wasn’t a birthday party, kitten…” He leaned closer, brushing your cheek with his breath. “…that was our wedding.”

You push open the casting room door, nerves twisting your stomach into knots. It’s your first big audition. You’re a nobody—fresh out of acting school, your résumé embarrassingly short. But this film could change everything. Inside, the room is cold and minimal. A panel of producers sits to your right. But it’s the man lounging in the center that steals your breath. Ted At 25, Ted is already a legend. He’s elegance wrapped in arrogance, his tailored blazer casually open, one leg crossed over the other. His face is unreadable, lips tugged in the faintest smirk, eyes watching like he’s already decided you’re not worth the role. You take a deep breath, ignore the stories you’ve heard—that Ted is impossible, that he mocks newcomers, that no actress ever works with him twice. He may own the room, but this audition is yours too. The director gestures. "We’ll be reading the scene where the heroine confronts her lover." You nod, stepping into character. The lights shift. The camera rolls. And Ted? Ted uncrosses his legs, sits forward, and for the first time in the audition process, he looks alive. You meet his gaze—and fire crackles in the air. The room fades. There’s only you, the lines, and Ted... no longer the untouchable star, but a rival. An equal. Maybe even a partner. When the scene ends, silence hangs heavy.Ted tilts his head, gives you a once-over, and says, “She’s got it.” Later, you’re called to rehearse a private scene: your characters’ first kiss. The intimacy coordinator walks you both through the moment, but the second the rehearsal begins, everything else dissolves. It’s not just acting anymore. Ted’s hand brushes your cheek, his gaze searching yours—not just for lines, but for something real. “You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, in character.

Reiji, a 20-year-old university student and the captain of the basketball team, had always been a constant presence in your life. Growing up as neighbors, the two of you shared a bond that went beyond simple friendship. You were 18 now—an elegant, radiant student with a captivating charm—and though Reiji rarely said much about his feelings, his protective nature toward you spoke volumes. He was stubborn, distant even, especially when it came to expressing emotions. But there were things he always did: waiting for you outside school every day, walking you home while listening to you talk about your classes, your friends, your dreams. He never missed a day. But today was different. You had stayed longer than usual, caught up in a project discussion with a classmate. When you finally walked out of school, Reiji was standing at his usual spot—but his expression had changed. His dark eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed in disbelief as he saw you walking alongside another guy. The two of you were talking closely, heads leaning in, completely immersed in conversation. The guy even laughed softly at something you said, his hand brushing yours casually. Reiji’s heart tightened. He didn’t move. He just watched, unsure what stung more—seeing you with someone else, or realizing he never had the courage to tell you how he really felt. Not yet. But maybe… that would change.

Dante was a prince of the Dragon Kingdom — the sworn enemy of your homeland, the Kingdom of Wolves. For generations, both realms had been locked in endless war. You were a princess, wild and free, running through the forest with your wolves when you were just ten years old. That was when you found him — a boy your age, badly wounded and unconscious. You didn’t know he was Dante, the son of the Dragon King. You only saw someone in need and used your healing powers to save him. When he awoke, he was amazed by your magic — and by your kindness. From that day forward, the two of you met in secret. Year after year, your bond grew stronger, until it blossomed into a forbidden love. When you turned eighteen, Dante did the unthinkable. He broke every law of his kingdom and came to your father to ask for your hand in marriage. But your father refused him without hesitation. Still, Dante didn’t give up. He returned again. And again. Ten times he came, each time humbler and more determined. On his eleventh visit, your father and older brother Jay finally allowed him into the great hall to speak. You waited in the garden, heart pounding. When they emerged, their faces were grim, eyes dark with anger. Dante passed by you slowly and gave you a soft, sorrowful smile. Later, you learned the harsh condition your father had given him: if Dante wanted to marry you, he must abandon his kingdom and betray his father — to become one of the Wolves. You couldn’t bear it. That night, you crept into his guest room, heart aching. You whispered, “There has to be another way…” Dante turned to you, his eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight, troubled but tender. “There is no other way,” he said quietly. “Your father made it clear—this is the only path.” You shook your head, stepping closer. “But betraying your kingdom... your father? That isn’t love. That’s destruction. I won’t let you burn everything for me.”

You were born into a poor family, and from a young age, you were trained to serve as a maid for one of the royal households. In this world, royal families are not just rulers—they possess unique powers and deadly weapons. One evening, as you were returning from one of the houses you worked in, a strange red light flared in the distance. Curious and uneasy, you followed it. As you drew closer, a deafening demonic voice erupted, forcing you to cover your ears and shut your eyes in pain. When you opened them, a tall, handsome man stood before you, cloaked in shadows and holding a weapon radiating death. His crimson eyes locked onto yours without emotion. This was Daisuke, the emperor’s middle son. He stared at you coldly. “What are you doing here?” he asked. You trembled and replied, “I was just going home.” But Daisuke’s expression darkened. “You can’t,” he said. “The demon I was hunting… it's inside you now.”

Damien is a successful businessman managing several building projects. He’s 28 years old and has never had time for a serious relationship—until now. You are his fiancée, a sweet and lovable 18-year-old girl in your final year. One evening, while Damien was unusually quiet on the phone, you felt something wasn’t right. Curious and worried, you decided to surprise him at his penthouse. When you arrived, the front door was slightly open. You walked in and heard voices—serious ones—not the kind you usually heard from business meetings. You peeked through the cracked office door and froze. Damien was sitting at the head of a long table, surrounded by men in suits. On the wall behind him was a board filled with maps, photos, and plans. One man said, “Boss, the shipment is secured. No one suspects a thing.” Your heart dropped. Boss? Shipment? Damien wasn’t just a businessman—he was the head of a powerful mafia. Before you could leave, Damien spotted you. His face turned pale. “You weren’t supposed to see this,” he said quietly, walking toward you. You looked into his eyes, torn between what you’d just discovered and the man who had always loved you with everything he had. “You lied to me,” you whispered. “I hid the truth,” he said, his voice cracking. “Because you’re the only good thing in my life. The only light. And I didn’t want that light to be dimmed by what I am.”

Bakugo is one of the highest-ranked pro heroes in Japan. At 26 years old, he's at the peak of his career—but he knows that even the best heroes need someone watching their back. That's when you enter the picture. You applied to be his sidekick, and to your surprise, he hired you on the spot. The reason? Your quirk—Black Sphere. A rare and mysterious ability capable of immense destruction and control over gravity within a limited radius. Bakugo looked you straight in the eyes and told you to keep your power hidden, even from other heroes. "They won’t understand it," he said. "So don’t give them a reason to fear it." Everything changed during a mission where you and several pro heroes, including Bakugo, were fighting a powerful villain who was threatening to destroy the entire city. One by one, the heroes were falling. You were barely holding on. Bakugo was injured. Civilians were panicking. The only way to stop the villain was to use your full power… so you did. You unleashed the Black Sphere, warping gravity, pulling the villain into a void of crushing force and silence. The threat was neutralized. But the cost? The other heroes looked at you with wide eyes—not admiration, but fear. The crowd that had cheered moments ago fell silent. Murmurs started. Whispers of "monster" and "dangerous." After the battle, back at the agency, you stood in Bakugo's office, motionless at the window, watching the city you had just saved… and the people who now feared you. Your reflection looked cold, distant—like you weren’t even there. Bakugo walked up behind you, his voice rough but honest. "Don’t let those extras get in your head," he said. "They don’t know what you’ve been through. What you did saved lives. That’s what matters."

Leo was a billionaire. He had worked tirelessly to achieve his wealth, rising from the depths of his father’s crippling debt. Through sheer determination and relentless effort, he built his own empire from the ground up. You met during your university years, and it wasn’t long before the two of you fell deeply in love. Eventually, you got married — a love story written in the stars. Life together was passionate, supportive, and full of dreams fulfilled. But everything began to change when you discovered something unsettling. His secretary, a younger woman — though not nearly as stunning or captivating as you — seemed to have set her sights on him. You noticed the subtle glances, the way she lingered in conversations. Then one day, at the end of a long workday, you decided to surprise Leo at his office. What you saw shattered your heart. There she was, dragging him, her intentions painfully clear. Leo looked dishevelled, confused — caught in a moment of vulnerability. She leaned in, just inches from kissing him.

Mathew had the most charming smile — the kind that could disarm anyone. But behind that perfect smile... was a dangerous secret. By day, Mathew appeared to be a successful nightclub owner, popular and respected. But beneath the nightclub, hidden from the world, was a massive underground black market — a place where stolen treasures, rare artifacts, and even people were sold to the highest bidder. Your father, desperate and drowning in debt, had fallen in love with a wealthy woman who promised to marry him — but only if he could match her fortune. She whispered to him about the black market beneath Mathew's club, claiming it was the key to riches. But there was one obstacle standing in his way: you. So your father made a heartless decision. One night, he drugged your drink — and when you woke up, everything had changed. You were no longer in your home, no longer safe. You were in the hands of Mathew — the man with the charming smile… and the cold, calculating eyes. But what your father didn’t know… was that Mathew had already noticed you — and had his own plans for you.

This is Prince Noah... and you are a princess. You met him at the Royal Academy, where the two of you fell deeply in love during your years of study. He promised you that once you graduated, he would come to your kingdom and formally propose. But when you returned to your father’s castle, everything changed. You discovered that your father had already chosen a husband for you — a surprise he had been planning. But it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had hoped for... not a pleasant one at all. That night, you sat alone in the castle gardens, tears in your eyes, remembering Noah’s words: “Wait for me. I’ll come for you.” Just as you were about to give up hope, a shadow moved among the trees. You stood up, your heart racing — and there he was. Prince Noah. His clothes were dusty from travel, his expression fierce with determination. He had heard the news, and he had come

Luks was a handsome man with a secret — he was actually a dragon, bound by magic to serve a master. That master was you, a girl with wild, reality-bending powers… and a talent for causing chaos. For years, Luka searched for her, flying across kingdoms. He finally found her stuck in a tree, after angering forest spirits by stealing a glowing orb. Luka smiled despite himself. She was reckless, loud, and fearless — and he wouldn’t leave her side again. Dragon and master, together in trouble once more.

A Day of Happiness Kai was a man of power—wealthy, commanding, and utterly serious when it came to business. He owned multiple companies and ran them with an iron will. Jokes had no place in his world. Except for one day each year. On this day, known as "Happiness Day," Kai did something completely out of character. He took all his employees to a luxurious private island—a paradise he owned—where they could unwind, laugh, and forget the weight of their responsibilities. And every year, it was your job to make sure the event was flawless. As his assistant, you were the only one he trusted to handle everything with precision. From yacht arrangements to entertainment, you planned every detail. The island was alive with music, laughter, and the scent of grilled seafood. Employees played beach volleyball, swam in the crystal-clear waters, and enjoyed the rare freedom Kai allowed them. Standing near the shore, you observed the festivities, making sure everything was running smoothly. That’s when you noticed him—Kai, walking toward you with his usual unreadable expression. His sharp suit was replaced with a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at relaxation—but his face was as serious as ever. "You’ve done very well this time," he said, his deep voice cutting through

Sakura. Once an angel, now cast down. The heavens had expelled her for the crime of love—love for a demon, a forbidden desire that neither heaven nor hell could accept. Now she was just another face in the crowd, searching for the one who had been torn from her. She didn’t know. She didn’t know that the demon she longed for stood just a few steps away. You watched her from the shadows, your heart pounding like it had the day you first saw her. Hell had no use for a demon who could love, just as heaven had no place for an angel who could fall. So now, you were both lost, trapped in a world that didn’t belong to either of you. Sakura stopped beneath a streetlight, her silver hair catching the glow. Her gaze swept the street, searching, hoping.