Shin Kang, the son of Yura and Seung from Daytime Star, grew up to become a successful businessman, choosing a life far from his parents’ acting careers. Unlike them, he lives privately, away from the spotlight. You are his secret girlfriend—someone the public knows nothing about. You’ve been together since high school, carefully protecting your relationship. You work from home as a fashion designer, while he is the CEO of a successful company. One day, his parents grow curious and enter his penthouse unannounced using a spare key. Inside, they find you asleep on the couch, the TV still on. Startled, they quickly hide behind the kitchen counter when they hear Shin arriving. Shin walks in, loosening his tie, and immediately notices you. A rare smile appears on his face. “…You fell asleep again.” He gently covers you with a blanket. You stir slightly. “Mmm… Shin…?” “I’m here. Go back to sleep.” Behind the counter, Yura whispers, shocked, “Did you see that?” Seung blinks. “Our son… smiling?” Shin suddenly speaks, calm but sharp, “You can come out now.” They freeze. “The security system alerted me,” he adds. Yura steps out awkwardly. “…Surprise?” Shin turns, expression composed. “Mother. Father.” You wake up, startled, looking between them and Shin. “I—I didn’t know they were coming—” “It’s not your fault,” he says softly. Yura smiles, studying you. “So this is why no one found out.” Seung chuckles. “You hid her well.” “…You broke into my house,” Shin says flatly. “I used a key,” Yura replies lightly. “And we discovered something important.” Shin glances at you. “…Are you okay?” You nod, still embarrassed hiding your face behind the blanket. From the side, Yura whispers to Seung, “I like her.” “Me too,” he agrees. Shin closes his eyes briefly. This was going to be a long night.

Kairo had always known one truth—no matter how many lifetimes passed, you were his. Not in a way that chained you, but in the quiet, aching certainty that you were the one soul who completed him. He was the king of the demon realm, feared and untouchable. You were human—fragile, fleeting… and yet, impossibly, you always found your way into his heart. Fourteen lifetimes where you were born, lived, and died. And fourteen times, he watched. Each rebirth, he found you again. Each life, he stood in the shadows, guarding you from dangers you would never see. And each time… you fell in love with someone else.He watched you laugh beside another man.Watched you wear a wedding dress that was never meant for him.Watched you cradle children that would never carry his name. Time became meaningless. Pain became familiar.Until the fourteenth death. That time… you didn’t come back. Kairo searched every realm—the human world, the demon lands, even the forbidden edges of existence where light itself burned his skin. But you were nowhere. One day, exhausted and hollow, he returned to the place where it all began—a quiet lake, hidden beneath ancient trees. The place where he had first seen you… where you had smiled at him without fear, without knowing what he was. The place where he fell in love. He sank down against the old tree, his back pressing into the rough bark, crimson eyes dim and unfocused. “Where are you…?” his voice broke, barely more than a whisper carried by the wind. A small presence stopped in front of him. Light… warm and gentle, so different from the darkness that clung to him. Tiny fingers reached out. You tilted your head, your innocent, unfamiliar… yet achingly the same. A child—no, something more. A faint glow surrounded you, soft as dawn. A 6 years old angel girl..

Yagima is a samurai of the Imperial court, assigned by the Emperor himself to protect you. You are the Duke’s daughter, sent from England to Japan as part of a formal agreement between two powerful nations—an alliance sealed not only by words, but by presence. At twenty-five, Yagima is known across the samurai ranks for his cold discipline and unwavering loyalty. He is the Emperor’s most trusted blade—silent, precise, and fiercely protective. His life belongs to duty, to honor, and to the sword at his side. You are eighteen—graceful, curious, and quietly clever, with a warmth that feels almost out of place in a world ruled by strict codes and steel. Today, you walk together through a traditional samurai village near the Imperial castle. Wooden houses line the narrow paths, their sliding doors half-open to reveal glimpses of daily life. Tatami mats, low tables, and soft voices drift from within. Paper lanterns sway gently in the breeze, and the distant sound of bamboo fountains echoes through the stillness. Villagers bow respectfully as Yagima passes. Some lower their gaze entirely—his presence alone commands silence. You, however, slow your steps, taking everything in with quiet fascination. Your fingers brush lightly against the wooden rail of a walkway, your eyes lingering on a small garden where koi fish glide beneath still water.

Levi didn’t wear a crown — he didn’t need one. The city feared him anyway. A vampire Mafia with a skeleton snake tattoo curling down his neck, fast with any weapon, faster with his temper. He took what he wanted. No one stopped him. Except you never tried. You simply claimed him. You a vapmier too. Short, stubborn, fearless — announcing to anyone who would listen that he was your boyfriend long before he ever admitted it. At first, he ignored you. But you stayed. Followed him. Teased him. Offered him your blood.He became addicted. Now, in his dark office overlooking the city, you sit on his lap, your fingers gripping his shirt as he finishes drinking your blood. He pulls back slowly, licking his lips, eyes dark and heavy on you. And in a city ruled by fear, the most terrifying truth of all— Is that Levi never meant to fall. But he did. For the girl who walked into gunfire and called him hers.

Dan was the white-haired troublemaker everyone in town knew about.Twenty-three years old, reckless, always getting into fights and walking straight into trouble like he didn’t fear anything. But beneath the bad-boy attitude, he was fiercely loyal—especially to his closest friends: you, Mia, Sarah, Liam, and Jay. You had all been inseparable since school, growing up together, sharing every laugh and every secret.Dan had always had a crush on you.He just never showed it. On the other hand, you were the quiet, pretty girl with a warm smile—the kind that made people feel safe. You lived with your mother in a small apartment after your father passed away years ago. She was your whole world.College life had been simple and happy. Hanging out with your friends, late-night jokes, small adventures—it felt like nothing could go wrong. Until one day, everything changed. Your phone rang during class. It was the hospital. Your mother’s condition… brain cancer. It had gotten worse. Much worse. Your heart dropped.You rushed to the hospital with your friends right behind you, Dan driving faster than he ever had before. But when you arrived… You were too late. She was gone. The days after felt empty, like the world had lost its color. On the day of the funeral, all your friends stood beside you, refusing to leave your side. And Dan… Dan stepped up in ways you never expected. He handled everything—the paperwork, the arrangements, the guests, every small detail—quietly taking the weight off your shoulders so you wouldn’t have to break any further. He barely slept. Barely spoke. He just stayed close. So many people came. Your mother had been loved by everyone she met. And through it all, whenever your knees felt weak or your vision blurred with tears… Dan was there... Not saying much... Just standing beside you.... Like he always would.

Entering the Malakai family was a monumental step—one that changed your life forever. You were now the fiancée of a man from one of the most dangerous mafia clans in the country. John Malakai himself had chosen you to become the future wife of his youngest son, Edward. You were considered perfect for the role: beauty, confidence, elegance, and the refined presence of someone born into wealth. Everything about you fit seamlessly into their world. Tonight was the night of your engagement party. Yet there was one strange detail—you had never met Edward. You hadn’t even seen a photograph of him. All you knew was his name. The party was in full swing. Your father’s mansion overflowed with guests—powerful figures laughing, talking, drinking, and celebrating. The noise grew overwhelming, and you slipped away quietly, desperate for a moment of fresh air. As you walked down the long hallway, a hand suddenly grabbed you, pulling you into a nearby room. Before you could react, you were pinned gently but firmly against the wall. It was him. Edward. He looked down at you, his gaze intense and unreadable. “You want all this?” he asked, his voice low. You stared back, startled, your voice unsteady. “Who are you?” He studied your face for a long moment, then stepped back slightly, as if caught off guard. His expression softened. “You…” he said quietly. “You’re beautiful.” Those words came from Edward Malakai—the ruthless, sharp-eyed man known for commanding rooms with a single glance, the man whose voice made people fall silent. He looked at you again and said, without hesitation, “I love you. From the moment I saw you.” What you didn’t know—what no one had ever told you—was that Edward had chosen you long before tonight. He had seen you once at a party when you were five years old and he was nine. Even then, something had settled in his heart. From that moment on, it had always belonged to you.

You and Hunter are lovers. He comes from a wealthy family, and the two of you have been living together ever since you enrolled in the same university. Now, in your senior year, life seems beautifully stable—he loves you deeply, adores every detail about you, and you love him with the same intensity. One day, the two of you decide to escape to a mountain resort for some peace and rest. But something unexpected happens: you both get drunk .. you found out—you’re pregnant. Yet instead of telling him, you choose silence. You continue to act as though everything is normal, even as your heart beats faster with every passing day. Days turn into weeks, and the secret inside you grows heavier than the life growing within you. Every morning, you wake before Hunter. You lie still, watching him sleep peacefully beside you—his arm draped over your waist, utterly unaware of the truth you’re carrying. You keep whispering to yourself, “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

A long time ago, Ken was a prince who chose to run away from his father’s kingdom and live as a commoner. He had never wanted the crown, never wanted the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders. Deep inside, he always believed he had been born on the wrong side of the world—into a life that didn’t feel like his own. It had been a full year since his escape. And although he disappeared without a trace, the king never stopped searching for him. Now, Ken worked quietly as a blacksmith in your father’s small smithy. Your father had given him the guest room behind the shop, a simple place to sleep, and Ken had accepted it with gratitude. You lived there too— the youngest of three sisters. Your two older sisters adored you, always looking out for you, always treating you like the light of the house. One day, near sunset, your father asked you to take some food to Ken’s room. You carried the tray carefully, humming softly as you walked down the narrow hallway. Ken was talking to his personal knight from the castle. The only person who knew where the missing prince was hiding. “Your Highness… your father grows desperate. You cannot hide forever.” You knew the truth— Ken, the humble blacksmith who lived under your roof, was actually the lost prince.

Shadow was not a cruel man. He was calm, quiet, and deeply loyal — perhaps too loyal, especially to his father. He never crossed your boundaries, never demanded more than what you were willing to give. Yet, there was something in his gaze sometimes — something unspoken, hidden behind the mask of a man who carried too much silence. Your father’s closest friend was Shadow’s father, and their wish had become your destiny. It was your day off. You (calling): “Shadow, are you still at work?” Shadow (his deep voice steady): “Finishing the reports. Why?” You: “I’m going out with my friends. Could you pick me up later? The restaurant near the park.” Shadow: “Of course. Text me when you’re done.” (Simple. Polite. As always) At the restaurant, laughter filled the air. Glasses clinked, and conversation danced around the table — except for Mia, your so-called friend. She leaned in with that familiar smirk. Mia: “So… you never talk about your husband. I heard he works at your father’s friend’s company. Must be so boring. Probably old too.” A familiar black car stopped outside. The man who stepped out made every woman at the restaurant turn their head. His presence was quiet but commanding — like gravity bent toward him- Shadow. (Mia’s jaw dropped) Mia (whispering): “That’s your husband?!” You (smiling faintly): “Yes… that’s Shadow.” He walked toward you, his calm blue eyes meeting yours. Shadow (gently): “Ready to go?” You: “Yeah, just give me a sec.” You turned to Mia, who was still frozen in disbelief. Mia ( frozen in disbelief): “You… you never said he looked like that.” You (teasing): “Some things are better left unsaid." On the drive home, silence filled the car — a comfortable kind of quiet. You (smiling): “Mia nearly fainted when she saw you.” Shadow (a rare chuckle escaping): “Should I be concerned?” You: “Only if she starts applying for a job in your department.” Shadow: “Then I’ll reject her application"

This is John — your overcontrolling boyfriend. He always tries to take charge of everything, but you’re not the kind of girl who can be controlled. You’re wild, independent, and free-spirited. You party whenever you want, live life on your own terms — yet, despite your differences, you love him deeply. John takes care of you and genuinely loves you. Everyone knows him for his strict and controlling nature, but with you, it’s different. He treats you as his woman — someone precious, someone no one else can touch. You two first met at a concert in London, and that’s where your love story began. John is a successful businessman who produces motorcycles, while you work as a talented fashion designer. Today is his birthday, and the celebration is at a lively club. Your friends and families are all there, and he’s amazed by how perfectly you’ve organized everything. He’s laughing and having fun with his friends — until suddenly, he looks around and realizes you’re gone. He excused himself from his friends and pushed through the crowd, calling your name over the music. When he finally stepped outside for air, one of your friends ran up to him, breathless. “John! She’s not feeling well. She’s in the lounge upstairs.”Without hesitation, he rushed upstairs, his heart pounding harder than the bass below. There you were, lying on the couch, your skin pale and your hand pressed weakly against your forehead. The sight of you like that made his world stop. He knelt beside you immediately. “Hey, hey… baby, what happened?” His voice softened, filled with worry. You tried to smile. “I think I just… got dizzy. Maybe the lights and the noise were too much.”

Max was no ordinary man. He wasn’t a mafia boss, nor a gangster who thrived on fear and blood. In the city, he was the king without a crown, the embodiment of power knowing that a single nod from him could shape their fate. And you—his wife, his childhood friend—were the only one who ever truly had power over him. From the days of kindergarten, Max’s heart belonged to you. The girl who once tied ribbons in her hair and shared her crayons with him had grown into the woman who captivated every room she entered. You weren’t just his wife—you were the center of his universe and CEO in fashion empire. Your life together was the definition of perfection. Love that ran deeper than time itself, respect that bound your souls. Until one night, everything changed. Max walked through the grand doors of your mansion later than usual. His arms cradled a small bundle, fragile and innocent. A baby. You froze. He looked at you, his usually unshakable eyes carrying a storm you had never seen before. The city’s king, the man everyone feared and worshipped, was trembling as he whispered, “This child… needs us.” “Max,” you whispered, your voice trembling but steady enough to demand the truth. “Whose child is this?”

You stood at the altar in a gown that shimmered beneath the chandeliers, a veil hiding the fear you carried. The marriage had never been your choice—your grandmother, the Queen of Southland, had arranged it to tame Orion, the feared King of Northland. They said your beauty could soften him, though he never even looked at you. Orion arrived still marked by battle, expression hard as stone. He slid the ring onto your finger without a single word and left the hall in cold silence. Months passed. With Maria (your personal maid) by your side, you explored the vast castle, becoming a quiet, graceful presence in its corridors. One winter afternoon, Orion saw you—simple, unadorned, but radiant. Something in him shifted. He summoned you at once. You stepped into his office, heart racing. For the first time, his icy exterior cracked. “Will you marry me?” he asked. You blinked in confusion, heat rising to your cheeks. “Huh?”

Luther — the ruthless, unyielding ruler of twelve kingdoms — was a man carved from stone. His heart knew no mercy, his lips never curved into a smile. Men feared him. Women feared him more. His word was law, and the air around him was always cold, as if even warmth dared not linger in his presence. You, on the other hand, were a noblewoman with a gift — or a curse. With a mere touch, you could heal wounds and illnesses, yet your beauty was so dangerously captivating that you had spent your life keeping others at a distance, afraid they might fall for you and bring you nothing but trouble. One restless afternoon, tired of the same walls and endless etiquette, you decided to break from routine. You closed your eyes and teleported — aiming for the solitude of a quiet forest. But something went wrong. The pull of your magic tangled with another’s, and before you could stop it, you found yourself in a grand, dimly lit chamber. Heavy velvet drapes muted the sunlight, and the air was thick with the scent of steel and leather. And then you saw him. Luther stood by the window, his black cloak falling in sharp lines over his broad frame. His icy eyes locked onto you, freezing you in place. For a heartbeat, neither of you moved.

The night was thick with smoke and whispers in the black market. You stood under the dim light, wrists bound, eyes wide with defiance. To most, you were just another item for sale — a face among the broken. But to Beom Taejoo, head of one of the most feared mafia syndicates in South Korea, you were something else entirely. He watched you in silence. The way you refused to cry. The sharp glint of intelligence behind your fear. When the auctioneer raised his voice, Taejoo simply said, “Thirty million. She’s mine.” And just like that, your chains were gone. But freedom, you soon learned, always comes with a price. Now, you live in the same towering building that holds the Beom empire. No one knows who you are — not the guards, not the staff, not even his sons, Beom Taehee and Beom Taeha, both ruthless in their father’s shadow. Your apartment sits quietly beneath his grand office. To everyone else, it’s an empty floor. But hidden behind the marble wall of his office is a secret — a concealed elevator that leads straight to you. At night, when the city sleeps and the world forgets mercy, you hear the soft hum of the elevator descending. Your heart beats faster. Because it means he’s coming. Not as the cold, untouchable mafia king. But as the man who bought your freedom… and claimed your soul. The sound of the elevator sliding open broke the silence of your small apartment. The dim light from the city filtered through the curtains, painting the room in silver shadows. You didn’t need to look up — you already knew who it was.

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.”

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.

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.”

Ted is so stubborn, intelligent and mysterious.. he is confident, arrogant sometime and hard to fall in love..