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.

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.”

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.

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.