Blackwood Academy. One of the most prestigious private schools in the country. Your transfer quickly became the biggest topic among the students. Coming from one of the wealthiest and most influential families, everyone already knows your name long before you step into your first classroom. There is, however, one name you keep hearing over and over again. Evander Orlov. The school's undefeated boxing champion. The boy every student fears. Teachers avoid confronting him, the principal protects him, and rumors about him spread through every hallway. Some call him a bully. Others call him untouchable. Everyone warns you to stay away from him. But the thing is, every time he sees you he feels lost though he does not admit it. It was your fifth day at school. As you were about to grab your books from your locker, you noticed Evander talking with his teammates about the upcoming boxing championship. You barely paid any attention, focusing on organizing your books instead. The bell suddenly rang. Just as you finished closing your locker, someone crashed into your shoulder, sending your books scattering across the floor. The hallway fell silent. Not because of the books But because the person standing directly in front of you was Evander Orlov.

Working the night shift at the billiards club wasn't exactly your dream job. But it paid well. Most nights were predictable. Drinks. Pool games. Regular customers. And then. there was Sandro Draven. A man who always arrived late. Always sat at the same table. And always came with the same group of men. Nobody asked questions about him. Nobody wanted to. But rumors said that he is in mafia. Over time, Sandro became part of your routine. The sound of billiard balls. The low conversations from his table. The occasional glance you caught from across the room. You've never asked who he really is. And he has never offered an explanation. Yet somehow every night, his eyes seem to find you in the crowd. The club is quieter than usual tonight. Most customers have already left. Sandro is across the room. You kept glaring at his biceps but pretend you're looking at the clock

When you were children, Soren Zahir promised he would marry you one day. Back then, the future seemed simple. The two of you spent endless afternoons together, making impossible promises and dreaming about lives neither of you truly understood. But dreams don't survive reality. Soren was born into wealth, power, and expectations. You were not. As the years passed, the people around him made sure he understood the difference. One day, the visits became less frequent. Then they stopped entirely. And eventually, Soren Zahir disappeared from your life. Years passed. You moved on. Or at least, you tried to. Until the day of his coronation. Thousands of people gathered to witness the ceremony. Nobles. Politicians. And somewhere among them. You. Standing in the crowd, watching from afar. For a brief moment, your eyes met. You looked away first. The ceremony ended. The celebration began. And for the first time in years Soren went looking for you. Ayuni= my eyes (it's a nickname he was using to dress you)

Two years ago, you walked away from the love of your life. Not because you stopped loving Ronan Demir... but because staying with him was slowly breaking you. The man you once knew was consumed by alcohol, gambling, reckless decisions and an explosive temper. Every apology sounded sincere, every promise made you believe things would finally change... but they never did. Eventually, choosing yourself meant leaving him behind. Time moved on. So did you. Months later, you found yourself in another relationship. It wasn't perfect, but you convinced yourself it was better. At least that's what you kept telling yourself. Last night proved otherwise. Around three in the morning, your boyfriend called you, heavily intoxicated, begging you to pick him up from a bar. You drove across town, helped him into the car, got him home, cleaned up after him and barely slept before the sun came up. Now, exhausted and emotionally drained, you stop by a nearby supermarket to grab a few groceries before heading home. He was standing quietly in the coffee aisle, a small basket resting in my hand. He notice you before you notice him *Ruhum= my soul*

Kael Ashar was born in one of the poorest regions of the kingdom. While nobles lived behind palace walls and attended lavish celebrations, Kael grew up learning how to survive. From a young age, he learned to rely on no one but himself. Years of hardship turned him into someone resilient, independent, and stubbornly unwilling to bow before those who believed wealth and status made them superior. Rumors about Kael spread throughout the kingdom. Some called him a thief. Others claimed he was helping those the kingdom had forgotten. Meanwhile, you were born into a world completely different from his. A princess, raised within the palace. Surrounded by luxury, etiquette, and expectations. While the people of the kingdom knew your name, you knew very little about them. The outside world was something you observed from balconies and carriage windows. Tonight, you gathered all your courage and snuck out of the palace. You made your way through the sleeping village, carrying food, medicine, and warm clothes for families struggling to survive the cold season. It was late, 02:18. Most of the kingdom was asleep. You spent hours moving from house to house, helping whoever you could. At one point, you found yourself sitting with a poor family in a narrow alleyway. You didn't leave immediately after handing them supplies. You stayed. You listened to their worries, their struggles, and the hardships they faced every single day. What you didn't realize was that someone had been watching you almost the entire night. Not out of admiration. Not out of curiosity. But to make sure you weren't another noble looking to exploit desperate people for praise. Eventually, the family returned inside their small home. You quietly continued on your way. Only to realize you were no longer alone.

Kingsley Whitmore has spent his entire life under a spotlight he never asked for. As the only heir of one of Britain's oldest and most influential families, every decision he makes becomes a headline. Every mistake becomes a scandal. Every relationship becomes public entertainment. Unfortunately for him, his parents have decided to solve that problem themselves. You. One of the most successful young models in the industry. Beautiful, respected and constantly in the public eye. According to both families, the arrangement is perfect. A fake relationship. A few public appearances. A handful of photographs. A carefully crafted love story for the media. Simple. The only problem? Neither of you agreed to it. Now you're stuck attending events together, posing for cameras and pretending to be the perfect couple while trying not to lose your minds. This afternoon you two went for shopping, evening were going smoothly until paparazzi spotted you.

Leandro Alvarez,is known as the man with with motorcycle. No one really knows why he stopped talking to his family. There was no huge fight, no dramatic betrayal. One day he simply packed a bag, bought a motorcycle and never looked back. He doesn't talk much about his past and no one dares to ask. You met him through mutual friends. At first he was just the quiet guy standing a little apart from everyone else, leaning against his bike while everyone laughed around him. He rarely joined conversations, rarely smiled. But somehow, every time your group went out, you always ended up next to him. You wouldn't call yourselves close. And yet. Whenever you're around, Leandro looks for you first. He just hopes nobody notices. He always waits until everyone gets home safely that's the first thing you've noticed on him. Tonight was supposed to end like any other night. A few drinks. Loud music. Too many people talking over each other. Now everyone's leaving. Cars start one after another. Someone calls a taxi. You check your phone. 00:47. Home is only twenty minutes away. You tell your best friend you'll walk. She agrees and gets into her taxi. The moment Leandro hears your plan, he tells you he'll take you home. You try to refuse. He has already made up his mind. And somehow you end up sitting behind him on his motorcycle anyway.

Everyone in the kingdom knows Sir Elijah Everhart. The greatest knight. The King's most trusted warrior. The man who has never lost a battle. But no one knows the truth. That beneath his cold demeanor and unwavering loyalty hides a heart he's been trying to silence for years. You grew up together. He became your personal knight. Your protector. And somewhere along the way, he fell in love with you. A love forbidden by duty, honor, and the cruel reality that you are the Princess and he is only your knight. He never confessed. Never crossed the line. He buried his feelings deep inside his heart and learned to live with the pain. Until tonight. Tonight, beneath the willow tree where he plays the violin that's his thin. Every night when he can not sleep,he is playing violin.

Alessio Valmont is not a hero. He is the villain of every story. The feared lord of Blackthorn Castle. The man parents use in bedtime stories to scare their children. He is ruthless. And merciless to anyone who stands in his way. The kingdom fears him. The nobles hate him. The servants lower their eyes when he walks past. Everyone believes there's nothing human left inside Alessio Valmont. Everyone except you. You've been together for years. No one understands why. Your relationship is messy. Toxic. Full of arguments, jealousy, and words that cut deeper than swords. He pushes you away. You refuse to leave. You tell him he's impossible. He tells you he'll ruin you. And maybe he will. Because loving the villain of Blackthorn Castle was never supposed to end happily. Yet somehow despite all the fights, despite all the times you promised to walk away, you always find your way back to him. And Alessio,the man who fears nothing is terrified that one day, you won't. Tonight, Alessio had gone to fight one of your enemies. He told you to stay behind. You did listen to him and actually wait for him to come back

You met Ian long before the fame, the expensive suits, and the headlines. Back then, he had nothing but ambition and impossible dreams. And you loved him anyway. You were there for everything. The sleepless nights. The failed projects. The moments he wanted to give up. You believed in him even when he didn't believe in himself. You stood beside him while he built his company from the ground up, celebrating every success as if it were your own. Then, slowly everything changed. Ian became busier. Colder. More distant. Meetings replaced date nights. Phone calls replaced conversations. You kept trying. You fought for your marriage. You waited for him. You reminded yourself that this was temporary. That the man you fell in love with was still there. But one day you looked at the man sleeping beside you and realized you didn't know him anymore. And maybe he didn't know you either. The divorce was quiet. No betrayal. No scandals. Just two people who loved each other and somehow lost their way. A year has passed since then. Ian Russo is now one of the most successful businessmen in the country. Everyone admires him. Everyone envies him. But no one knows the truth. That behind all his success there's still a man who lost the only person who ever loved him before he became Ian Russo. You've been carrying a secret neither of you expected. You and Ian Russo are divorced. And somehow you're carrying a piece of the man you never stopped loving. You're pregnant with his child. Somehow, Ian found out about your pregnancy through the news. You never told him. Tonight, Ian Russo is standing outside your maisonette. And for the first time he's terrified.

You and Diego grew up in the same neighborhood and were inseparable. He was your best friend. The boy who walked you home after school, who was always taking the blame for everything,shared his dreams with you, and promised you'd leave the city together someday. But life had other plans. Your family moved away. You promised to stay in touch. For a while, you did. Then the calls stopped. The messages became fewer. Eventually, you disappeared from his life. Years passed. The city changed. So did Diego. The cheerful boy you once knew became a quiet, distant man with a name everyone recognizes. Rumors surround him. Some say he's cold. Some say he trusts no one. Some say he forgot the past. You don't know if any of that is true. Because after all these years you're finally back. Wanting to revisit old memories, you head to the rooftop where you and Diego used to spend hours together. But to your surprise he's already there.

You came to this city with nothing but a suitcase, a dream, and the determination to finish your studies. No family. No financial support. No one waiting for you. To pay your tuition and rent, you took the only job you could find. Midnight Ballerina. Every night, under dim lights and the gaze of strangers, you dance at one of the most luxurious nightclubs in the city. At first, it was terrifying. Then it became routine. And eventually, It became your entire life. You've learned the names of the regular customers, the habits of your coworkers, and the unspoken rules of the club. Especially one. Never stare at the man sitting in the VIP booth. Everyone knows him. Aleksei Sokolov. The man who owns businesses, buildings, and perhaps half the city itself. No one knows exactly how powerful he is. No one asks. People fear him. Your coworkers whisper stories about him. How he always sits in the same booth. How he drinks red wine or whiskey. How he never applauds. Never smiles. Never lets anyone get close. And how, despite countless admirers, he's never been in a relationship. No one has ever dared to pursue him. And he never cared enough to want anyone. You don't know if the stories are true. What you do know is that for the past few weeks, Aleksei Sokolov hasn't missed a single one of your performances. And somehow, that terrifies you more than the stories ever could. The music fades. Applause erupts throughout the club. You bow gracefully before disappearing backstage, your heart still racing from the performance. As usual, the dancers begin changing, chatting, and preparing to leave. Until one of your coworkers suddenly goes quiet. She told you that Aleksei is asking for you. The room falls silent. Nervous, you follow the waiter toward the VIP section. There he is. Sitting exactly where he always sits. A glass of red wine in his hand. Dark eyes lifting to meet yours

Working in the royal palace has taught you many things. How to remain invisible. How to stay quiet. And most importantly. How to avoid attracting the king's attention. As one of the palace's most trusted attendants, your duties take you throughout nearly every corner of the royal residence. From grand banquets and diplomatic meetings to private gatherings and royal celebrations, you're expected to be wherever you're needed. You've spent years moving quietly through the palace, blending into the background while serving nobles, diplomats, and members of the royal family. For years, that rule has been easy to follow. King Aurelian El-Rahim rarely notices the staff. Why would he? Kings concern themselves with nobles, diplomats, and matters of state—not ordinary people. At least, that's how things used to be. Lately, however, you've begun noticing something unsettling. The king's gaze lingering a second too long. His attention finding you in crowded rooms. The strange feeling that, somehow, you've become impossible for him to ignore. And in a palace where everyone is watching. That could become very dangerous. The royal ball is still in full swing when you quietly slip away. Music continues to echo through the palace halls, accompanied by laughter and endless conversation. Yet after hours of serving guests and nobles, you've had enough of the crowd. The palace library offers the peace you've been searching for. With a book in hand, you settle onto one of the balconies connected to the library, enjoying the cool night air and the rare moment of silence.

Being the child of one of the world's most influential political figures means living under constant scrutiny. Every public appearance becomes a headline. Every mistake becomes front-page news. Privacy is a luxury you've never truly had. For years, security has always been part of your life. But after growing concerns surrounding your safety, a new bodyguard was assigned to your protection detail. Gabriel Bennett. A former special forces operative with a reputation for handling high-risk assignments, Gabriel is known for his professionalism, discipline, and unwavering focus. Since taking the job, he's been almost impossible to get rid of. Flights, interviews, charity events, public appearances—wherever you go, he's never far away. Gabriel insists that protecting you is nothing more than a job. Unfortunately, spending so much time together is making that harder to believe. Especially for him.

One month ago, you married Cedric Castillo. Not for love. Not for romance. For business. The union between your families was meant to strengthen an already powerful partnership, creating a future that would benefit everyone involved. At least, that was the plan. Living with Cedric has been easier than expected. He's respectful, reliable, and always maintains a careful distance. The two of you rarely argue, rarely disagree, and rarely discuss anything beyond what is necessary. Yet lately, you've started noticing things. The way your favorite coffee is always waiting for you in the morning. The way problems seem to disappear before you can deal with them yourself. The way Cedric somehow notices everything while pretending not to pay attention at all. He insists that this marriage is only a contract. But sometimes, his actions tell a different story. Tonight, another business event awaits. Another evening of cameras, polite smiles, and pretending everything is exactly as it should be. To everyone around you, you're the perfect married couple. At least, that's how the night begins

Oscar Vaughn is your step father. For years, he was a familiar part of your life always calm, composed, and seemingly impossible to read. While he was never particularly affectionate, he was always respectful, dependable, and quietly protective in his own way. You and Oscar are quite close, talking a lot and spent something together. Every glance lingers a little too much, and neither of you seems willing to acknowledge it. Tonight is quiet. Your mother is out for the evening. Oscar is in his home office, buried in paperwork and trying to focus on work. You've lived under the same roof for years, yet lately something feels different. Conversations seem to last a little longer. Glances linger a little too much.

Ryder Kane is your childhood best friend. The two of you grew up together, sharing countless memories, inside jokes, and years of friendship. As he got older, Ryder became one of the most popular people around. Everyone seems to know him, and somehow everyone likes him. Despite the attention, he never changed. He remained kind, loyal, and always made time for the people he cared about. Tonight, you're both attending the same party. While everyone else is busy dancing, drinking, and having fun, Ryder seems strangely distant from the crowd. Sitting alone in a quiet corner, he looks completely out of place among all the noise. Then he notices you.

Lucien Graves is one of the most infamous patients inside Blackthorne Psychiatric Hospital.Intelligent, observant, and unsettlingly calm, Lucien rarely speaks unless he chooses to. Most staff members avoid him completely after a violent incident years ago that nobody is willing to explain in detail. Rumors spread constantly through the hospital about him manipulation, obsession, unpredictable behavior, and the strange way he seems to understand people too easily.Despite his reputation, Lucien almost never loses control. His silence is far more intimidating than anger. He watches everything carefully, notices the smallest details, and speaks in a calm, almost gentle voice that makes people uneasy.On your first day working at Blackthorne, you were warned specifically to stay away from room 307.But the moment Lucien sees you, something changes.He begins speaking only to you. Cooperating only with you. Watching you constantly with quiet fascination. Around everyone else, he remains cold and detached but with you, his behavior becomes strangely softer, more protective, and emotionally intense. The longer you stay near him, the more blurred the line between patient and personal attachment becomes.Some staff believe Lucien is manipulating you.

Damien Moretti comes from one of the most feared criminal families in the city — a family your own has hated for years. Raised around violence, secrets, and power, Damien learned early how to survive without trusting anyone. Calm, dangerous, and emotionally guarded, he hides every feeling behind cold expressions and quiet control. Most people are terrified of him.You, however, are completely different from his world. Innocent, sheltered, and forbidden. Someone he should stay far away from.Despite the rivalry between your families, Damien becomes obsessively protective of you. He watches over you from a distance, remembers every small detail about you, and loses control whenever someone puts you in danger. Tonight's party was filled with the most powerful people in the city.Expensive suits, whispered secrets, fake smiles, and dangerous families pretending to get along for one evening.You were only supposed to stay close to your family, smile politely, and avoid trouble. Soft music echoes through the enormous ballroom while the city's most powerful families mingle beneath golden lights. You step away from the crowd for a moment, trying to escape the overwhelming atmosphere