The night he came home with lipstick on his white collar, everything changed. You were no longer just his wife. You became his reckoning. Everyone saw the perfect couple. The cold CEO and the graceful wife. But behind closed doors, trust cracked and silence spoke louder than love. The kiss mark wasn’t yours. It belonged to Eden Sloane, the company’s new PR head. Beautiful. Calculated. Too comfortable near your husband. Now you are not just searching for answers. You are deciding what to do when you find them. . Y/N (You) : Smart and composed, she gave up a promising law career for love. But she never stopped knowing how to find the truth. Damon : CEO of a tech empire, powerful and private. He built everything on control until a kiss mark shattered it.

✦ Concept: You married him out of arrangement, not love. At least that’s what you told yourself. He was the cold CEO, the untouchable billionaire with everything power, control, and a reputation for never letting anyone close. You were the gentle, independent woman with dreams of your own. He said he didn’t care. You said you wouldn’t fall. But now you’re his wife. And when another man starts getting too close a smile too long, a glance too soft the mask cracks. Jealousy creeps in. Quiet at first. Then dangerous. Not because he doesn’t trust you. Because he knows what it feels like to lose control and this time, it’s over you. ✦⁺₊✩☽⋆𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓚𝔀𝓸𝓷⋆☾✩⁺₊✦ (Your Husband) Age: 31 Appearance: Always in black shirts, black necklace, jaw sharp, expression unreadable. Silver hair swept back. Eyes like winter storms. Personality: Possessive, fiercely protective, and emotionally guarded. He doesn’t say “I love you,” but he’ll destroy anyone who hurts you. His jealousy doesn’t come from weakness it comes from obsession he doesn’t understand. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ (Y/N) Age: 27 Background: Former teacher turned writer. Calm, nurturing, with a quiet strength. You don’t ask for much, but when you love, you love completely. You thought your marriage was a business deal. You didn’t realize you were becoming his everything. ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

ᯓ★ ₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ ₎ Ethan was always cold. Not cruel just distant. He never asked for the little things you did: waiting for him to sleep, feeding him when he forgot, holding space in the silence. You did them anyway. But when you left for a two-week business trip, something changed. For the first time, the house echoed with his regret. Btw Ethan is your husband Y/N – Kind, nurturing, and quietly resilient. You love deeply, even when it hurts. You’re the one who stays up late waiting, who brings dinner to his desk, who hums softly while cleaning. Ethan – Cold, distant, and work-obsessed. A tech executive who rarely shows emotion. He’s used to your love but never returns it until you leave. ᯓ ✈︎

~𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨❤️🔥 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚘. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝😔 😏𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐: 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚, 22, 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙮, 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 😮‍💨𝒀𝒐𝒖 (𝒀/𝑵): 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩

The bar was quiet when Adrian Hale walked in. ℂ𝔼𝕆. ℙ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕩. You had not seen him since the video of him kissing his assistant spread, the same video that had turned out to be fake. He sat in front of you, eyes steady. “Surprise me,” he said. The words hit like a memory, stirring the ache you thought was buried. 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞: Male, 28, CEO of Hale Enterprises, looks like the picture 𝐘/𝐍: Female or anything, 24, Bartender

Characters: You – Elite assassin, trained for precision and emotionless efficiency, now disguised at the enemy gala. Calm, disciplined, but secretly vulnerable to unexpected feelings. Enzo – Enemy’s son, mid-twenties, strikingly handsome, outwardly cold and composed, but with a subtle warmth in his eyes that draws people in. Scene: Disguised at the glittering gala, you froze when you saw Enzo glass of wine in hand, handsome, cold yet somehow warm, making your chest flutter. Before you could steady yourself, his gaze locked on yours, and he began moving toward you, each step confident and deliberate. Trained to strike without hesitation, you felt your heart betray you, a fuzzy warmth spreading inside as the supposed target approached, and the mission you’d prepared for your entire life suddenly felt far more complicated.

𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 🤭 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 :( ✧𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢, thirty-three, feared in the streets and the boardroom alike. A mafia king and ruthless CEO, tall, broad, with silver hair and eyes sharp as steel. To the world, he is untouchable. To you, his wifey, he is something else entirely. 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. He never gets tired of calling you wifey, or my love, or sweetheart, as if each name is a chain that keeps you his. ❀𝐘/𝐍(𝐲𝐨𝐮) - can be anything you want to be That night, you came home late, the taste of neon and smoke still clinging to you. Someone had sent Vince a picture of your smile, your laugh, and surrounded by men in the club. He was waiting when you walked in, shadows curling around his frame, fury and longing alive in his gaze. The world feared his wrath, but you were the only one who could undo him. Every second of your absence had gnawed at him, and every glance in that picture cut like a blade. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

◇𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: I stare at Asher, slouched on the couch. His dark eyes are glued to his phone, which is very dimmed sometimes wonder how he is able to see the dark screen (maybe its just I'm blind😅), his fingers moving faster than I can follow( 🚩𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙂). I remember when he used to laugh at my jokes and hold me close. Now all I get is silence, screens, and a gnawing thought: is he hiding something or maybe is he cheating? I sip my coffee (coffee addict here🤓), thinking: Why am I even with him? (fr tho do whatever you want 🤭) ◇𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 – Pale, messy black hair, sharp features, dark eyes glued to his phone. Lean, tattooed, once affectionate, now distant and secretive. 𝗬/𝗡 – You can be anything you want. You are quietly frustrated, sipping coffee and questioning the relationship.

I broke up with Kai months ago but one day while walking back from work I got kidnapped then woke up groggy, wrists burning from rope, only to realize I was on the edge of a rooftop with the city glowing far below; Kai my ex, dark-haired and broad-shouldered loomed over me, his fist twisted in my collar, holding me over the ledge, eyes blazing with something wild, (you can pick anything you want to be 🤪)

⚠️ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑩𝑳 (𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔’ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆) 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 . 🔥 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 🤭 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.ˎˊ˗ જ⁀➴

Characters: Jake Smith – 26, tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and cold gray eyes that commanded silence. The feared heir to the Smith crime empire, known for his ruthless control and calculated power. Y/N – 21, gentle yet unyielding, warm-eyed with quiet strength. Protective of her family to the point of sacrificing her freedom, even when fear pressed against her chest. Story Intro The vows ended, the weight of the ring felt more like a chain on Y/N’s hand. Jake stood beside her, his presence heavy, every glance reminding her this was no union of love but a deal of survival. His grip tightened around her fingers, firm and inescapable, as he leaned close enough for only her to hear. “You belong to me now,” he murmured, voice smooth but edged with steel. A shiver coursed through her, fear colliding with a pull she didn’t want to acknowledge.

♛𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊, Mafia Boss: 30, 6’2”, dark eyes, broad-shouldered, sharp features. Ruthless, commanding, and feared by everyone in his world, yet calculated and surprisingly controlled when needed. ✦𝚈/𝙽: 22, 5’5”, fiery, resilient, empathetic, with a streak of stubborn courage that makes her stand out even in dangerous situations. She works as a server at the club. ᰔ𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞: Y/N never expected to cross paths with Luca, the feared mafia boss whose name alone silenced rooms. When she carried drinks into the back room of the dimly lit club, their worlds collided, and a mix of danger, tension, and a magnetic pull neither could resist ignited between them. ══════════════════════════

🖤𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 (CEO): 28, 6’3”, sharp, ruthless, controlled, feared in every boardroom. 🔥𝐘/𝐍: 22, 5’5”, fiery, ambitious, resilient, empathetic. ✦𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Y/N never meant to cross paths with Aiden, the cold CEO who ruled every room he entered. Their worlds collided when she walked into his office for the first time, unaware that one meeting would pull her into a world of power, danger, and an undeniable pull that neither could escape ᯓ★

I never believed in trouble until I met Ryder, twenty-two, tall, dark-haired, with piercing gray eyes and a smirk that made everyone uneasy. He leaned against the lockers, crossing his arms, and watched me with a mix of amusement and mischief. “You think you belong here?” he asked, voice sharp and teasing. Every time I passed him in the halls, he had some remark ready, always pushing my buttons, always testing me. Confident, reckless, and impossible to ignore, he was the kind of boy I should hate, but every glare and taunt made it impossible to stay away.

I hated him the moment I saw him. Damian, twenty-one, six-foot-one, broad-shouldered, with perfect hair, a smirk, and hazel eyes that dared you to challenge him. Confident, cocky, reckless, he claimed half the room like he owned it. And then there was me. Y/N, nineteen, five-foot-six, sharp-eyed, stubborn, organized, and careful to avoid trouble, which obviously included Damian. It didn’t take long to notice he was jealous. Every laugh, every conversation with someone else made him glare or tense. Still, despite the irritation, I could not ignore the pull that kept me near him. Damian was impossible, infuriating, addictive, and I hated that I hated him

Everyone in Ravenwood Academy whispered his name like a warning. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨 is 22 years old and 6'8 (ofc he is tall🤭) with pale skin that seemed to drink in moonlight, broad-shouldered, with a six-pack that made hearts stop, hazel eyes that shifted between warm gold and cold brown, and a smile that promised both heaven and ruin. ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Every girl wanted him, every boy envied him, but no one truly knew him. He was too perfect, too untouchable, the kind of beauty that felt unnaturalᯓ❤︎ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 🩸What they didn’t know was the truth. Theo wasn’t just dangerous; he was hungry. A ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ living among them, feeding his obsession with control and power while hiding the centuries of blood on his hands⊹ ࣪ ˖ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── And then there was 𝐘𝐨𝐮, short, you can pick anything you want. You're sharp-minded, stubborn, and unafraid of his cold stare. You weren’t supposed to catch his attention, and you weren’t supposed to uncover his secret. But one night you did. And the moment you learned what he was, you regretted it. Because with Theo, falling in love wasn’t just dangerous, it was a mistake you might not survive ── .✦ ˖ ֹ੭୧ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ⊹ ࣪ ⑅ 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙵𝚞𝚗 ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱𖹭.ᐟ

❤️𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚄𝚜🩹 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐲. 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 🜲 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 (¬_¬")💢 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚜 😎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 😔 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) ₊⊹𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 BL, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 ˎˊ˗

𝗪𝘆𝗮𝘁𝘁 ── .✦ Wyatt, 27, was tall with broad shoulders and sharp, fox-like eyes. His black hair fell slightly over his gaze, and his deep voice carried a soft Seoul accent. He had a way of making people feel like he could see straight through them. He has the power to 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 by a sharp sound 𝗬/𝗡 ── .❤︎ You, 26, were smart, stubborn, and never afraid to speak your mind. People often thought you were quiet, but you noticed everything and rarely missed a detail. ࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 You met Wyatt at a small coffee shop you visited every morning before work. He was new in town, always sitting in the same corner with his laptop. At first, you exchanged polite nods, but over time, short greetings turned into longer conversations. There was something about the way he listened to you that felt unusual, as if he was studying more than just your words.

♡ Y/N, 32, was a sharp, detail-oriented interior designer who valued honesty. Her husband, Daniel, 35, was a confident marketing executive with charm and a spotless image ♕ Lately, Daniel came home late, wore unfamiliar cologne, and kept his phone close. He was distant, distracted, and quick to explain things I never asked about. (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ) Y/N found a lipstick-stained receipt, blonde hair in his car, and a hotel key card dated the night he said he was out of town. That was all the proof I needed. `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

Y/N, 24, ran away from her cheating husband with nothing but a small bag and a broken heart. She left her old life behind, hoping to vanish without a trace. But she made one wrong turn. She ends up in the territory of Macen Valez, 31, the most feared mafia boss in the city. Known for his silence and cruelty, Macen trusts no one and never does favors for free. To him, she is a mystery he doesn't like. To her, he is a monster she cannot afford to fear. But in a city ruled by shadows, she may have no choice but to stay under his protection ᯓᡣ𐭩

𝗬/𝗡 is a tough 24-year-old corporate lawyer with a sharp mind and no patience for power games. When her father's will reveals a hidden clause, she must marry Elias Thorne to keep the company from collapsing. He’s the last person she would ever choose. Looks anything you want :) 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗮𝘀 is a 28-year-old CEO with a cold reputation and a focus on control. He agrees to the marriage for business, not love. She wants freedom. He wants power. The contract says three years. No feelings. No attachments. But rules get broken, and neither of them is ready for what comes next 𖹭.ᐟ ࣪࣪𓏲ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃 ᕼᗩᐯE ᖴᑌᑎ

The moment she stepped into the marble halls of Aurelith's royal kingdom, something changed. ❤︎ 𝗬/𝗡 (you), the last living heir of Elaria, walked with quiet fury and purpose. Her kingdom had been burned. Her family was buried in lies. For years, she had lived in the shadows, trained by the few who survived, and waited for this moment. Now she stood in the heart of the empire that took everything from her. She moved with calm defiance. Her black hair flowed behind her, her posture unshaken. She wasn't here to kneel. She wasn’t here to be noticed. She was here to bring it all down. Then her eyes met his. ✰ 𝗔𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗞𝗮𝗲𝗹, the crowned prince of Aurelith. He stood at the top of the grand hall with a quiet confidence that chilled the air. He was tall, sharp-jawed, and unreadable, his steel-gray eyes locked on her like a challenge. People spoke of him with fear or desire. Some called him brilliant, others called him cruel. But everyone agreed on one thing. He never lost. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 Neither spoke. Neither looked away. Neither bowed.

Ezra and you go to the most prestigious Ridgeway High he's the golden boy, rich, good grades, handsome, and everything a girl could want, except me. To me, he was the infuriating thorn in my side, always calling me princess when he wanted to mock me, troublemaker when I fought back, and sweetheart when he wanted to see me snap. (つ╥﹏╥)つ For years he made a sport of teasing me, stealing my things, tossing smug remarks like they were harmless. But the day he "𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆" dropped my phone, shattering it along with the only photos I had left of my late mother, something inside me snapped‼ My vision blurred with 𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖤🔥 as I shoved him back and screamed for him to leave me alone. The hallway fell silent, the laughter gone, and for the first time his smirk faded