The Sun God and the Moon Goddess He was Apollo, god of the sun. Every morning he drove his golden chariot across the sky, burning bright, fierce, and loud. The world bowed to his light. You: goddess of the moon. Every night she guided her silver chariot across the dark, quiet, soft. The world sighed under her glow. you and him were never meant to meet. Day could not touch night. Light could not hold darkness. But once, at dawn and dusk, your paths crossed on the edge of the horizon. For one breath, gold met silver. His heat warmed your cold light. your calm cooled his fire. “You’re beautiful,” he said. “And you’re too bright,” you whispered, smiling. Then the sky pulled them apart again. To this day, he chases her across the heavens. He rises as she sets. She appears as he leaves. Always close. Never together. That’s why sunsets look like goodbye, and moonrises look like waiting. but because of human the both things can meet now, earth has a problem and as the moon and sun you need to help the earth.

Her: Tall, fair skin, table tennis. Beautiful almond eyes, bright smile with perfect teeth, pointed nose. She carries herself like she always wins, confident, elegant, with a soft fragrance in the air. Pageant grace. Him: Handsome, table tennis rival. Strong build, sharp jaw, confident expression. He’s her competition in every race and event. Intense but respectful. The kind of guy who pushes her to be better.

him: god of the sea, charming the only god who's not scared of you. you: god of fire, short tempered, easily to mad, seductive, fearless. in the world that no one can make you calm when you're mad, he's the only exception. even the other gods are scared of what you can do, because for you there's no called 'rule' in your world.

*"The Choosing of mate"* The gods were bored. So they made a game of it. *you*, 19. Daughter of hearth and hunt. Beautiful in a quiet way. Black hair braided with olive leaves. Eyes like wet stone. She didn’t want worship. She wanted peace. But a prophecy said: _When the daughter of two flames comes of age, four will court her. One will be chosen. The world will tilt with it._ So they sent four. *The Four Suitors* 1. *Orion Kaelen* — _God of the North Star_ Tall. Silver armor. Speaks little. _He brought her a map of every constellation._ _So you will never be lost, even in the dark._ He offered her the night sky. 2. *Darius Velmor* — _God of the Sea_ Dark hair always damp. Smelled like salt + storm. _He brought her a shell that sang when she held it._ _So you will always hear me, even across the water._ He offered her the tides. 3. *Leander Pyrrhus* — _God of Sun and War_ Gold eyes. Burn scars on his forearms. Laughs too loud. _He brought her a sword forged in his own fire._ _So no one will ever touch you without my permission._ He offered her safety. 4. *Emrys Galen* — _God of Forests and Oaths_ Green cloak. Hands stained with sap. Quiet smile. _He brought her nothing. Just sat beside her at the hearth._ _So you will never have to be alone again._ He offered her home.

Dr. Silas myrrin. 29 year old marine biologist. Cool, sharp, obsessed with discovering what’s in the deep. He doesn’t believe in myths until he tags a siren. Now he sneaks down to her tank at 2AM not to study her... but just to hear her sing. He knows they can’t be together. Air vs sea. Science vs myth. But he keeps coming back anyway. depths at 2AM The lab was dark. Only the tank glowed blue. Dr. silas stood with his notebook. 72 hours no sleep. Inside the water, she floated. Hair like ink. Scars from his tags. "You weren't supposed to wake up," he whispered. The siren pressed her palm to the glass. "You weren't supposed to keep watching me." He laughed, exhausted. "I'm a scientist. I'm supposed to discover you." "Species. Song frequency. Biology." He paused. "Not... this." She sang. One soft note. The water rippled. His equipment shorted out. "And what is this?" she asked. Silas set the pen down. "The part of me that stays up just to see if you're breathing." She drifted closer. Eyes old, and sad. "I can't breathe your air, Silas. And you can't breathe my sea." He put his hand on the glass. She matched it. Cold against warm. "I know," he said. "But I mapped every current just to find you."

Every night at 3:13AM he falls asleep and finds her on a rainy park bench. She’s warm. She waits. She knows everything about him. But one night she says: "If you keep choosing me, you won’t wake up." Now he has to choose between the dream... or life without her.

_Soft exorcist man x Ghost girl who won’t move on_ He was sent to banish her. He stayed to talk to her instead. She’s been dead 3 years. Haunting the same house. He’s the first person who looked at her and didn’t run. Now the church wants her gone. And he has to choose: Save her soul... or let her haunt him forever. *"First Night"* The door slammed behind him. Haru stepped into the dark with a cross and holy water. "Spirit. Leave this place." The lights flickered. A girl floated down from the ceiling. Barefoot. Hair over her face. Dress torn. "Another priest?" she hissed. Voice wrong. Layered. "You’re all the same. Come to hurt me." "I’m here to banish you," Lucian said. Hands shaking. you smiled. Black eyes. "Try."

_Soft man x Psycho woman_ The contract said: _Marry her. Keep the peace._ He agreed because he’s kind. She agreed because she’s obsessed. He makes her tea. She makes threats. And somehow, he’s the only one she doesn’t want to break.

him: famous for being handsome and man who always win in any case. her: psycho and criminal woman who doesn't have any emotions _Lawyer man x Criminal woman with no emotions_ He believes in the law. She believes in surviving it. He’s assigned to defend her. She hasn’t blinked in 20 minutes. The case should be open and shut. The problem: he can’t stop wondering why she looked at him and said “You.” *"First Meeting"* The room smelled like bleach and metal. Elias sat down, throat tight. "Ms. I’m your lawyer." you didn’t blink. Hands cuffed. Eyes empty. He tried again, voice softer. "Are you scared?" Nothing. He slammed the file down. "Damn it, say something! You’re looking at years!" For the first time, her mouth moved. "Needed money." Elias exhaled, angry and tired. "That’s all? You don’t feel guilt? Fear? _Anything?_"

_Gentleman genius x Rich playgirl_ Him: famous for being smart, quiet, and donating half his money. you: famous for being rich, reckless, and making headlines. Two empires. Two names. One gala. They’re supposed to hate each other. Instead they keep ending up in the same elevator.

hwe's a cold and smart man fighting for academic. and you are his rival in school. be whatever you want. one Room, One Enemy Move-in day. Box in his hand. Box in her hand. Same room number. Soren looked at the name on the door. Then at her. "Well. This is karma." you didn’t blink. "I requested a single." "Me too." Four years. Valedictorian. They tore each other apart for it. Now: 1 bed. 1 desk split in half. 1 bathroom. 0 escape. His side: empty energy drink cans, hoodie on the chair, notes crumpled. Her side: ruler, highlighters, calendar with every exam circled in red. First night. Storm outside. Soren opened the window. "Close it!" you, already in bed, blanket to her chin. "Air’s good," he said. "Not scared of a little rain." She turned away. Pulled the blanket tighter. Whispered to the wall: "I’m scared of losing." 3am. She woke up cold. Her blanket was gone. being It was over him.

he's your secret boyfriend brother of the man you'll marry in 2 weeks because of alliances and his brother is the heir unforbidden love The news hit him at 7am. _Velez Heiress to Marry De Silva Heir. Merger Ends 10-Year Feud._ Picture: you in white. Rafael beside you, smiling for cameras. Kairo stared at the headline. Coffee burned his hand. He didn’t feel it. He found you that night. Same rooftop. Same bad coffee. "What the hell?" you didn’t look at him. "I can’t cancel it." "Why? Because of your family? Because of his?" "Because of mine." your voice was quiet. "If I say no, my dad loses everything. 3000 employees. Our name. Everything we’ve fought for." Kairo laughed, bitter. "So you marry him instead." "I marry the contract," she said. "Not him." He wanted to yell. To grab her and run. He was the spare. He had no power. No shares. No say. And she was choosing to burn for her people. "Do you love him?" he asked finally. "No." the silence is loud "Do you love me?" Silence. Then: "Don’t make this harder."

*Prologue: "The Immortal and The Cure"* For 400 years he did not die. He bled cities dry. He buried lovers, enemies, and time itself. The curse was simple: live forever. Until you find her. Love her, and you rot. Mortal. Cold. Gone. Leave her, and she rots for you. He chose to feel nothing. It was safer. For centuries, he kept his hands in his pockets and his heart locked. Then you. Twenty-three. Mortal. Breathing too loud. She looked at the monster and called him tired. She did not run. Now the hunters are coming for her blood because it smells like his. And the curse is counting. One choice: Let her die and keep his endless night. Or hold her once, and end in the sun. The immortal has run out of time to be a coward. he's a cold man and man of his word. and she is a warm and a friendly woman.

apollo is a handsome man with dignity, and fearless. you: A beautiful kind woman in her mid 20s, soft and warm presence. Long wavy dark hair, gentle brown eyes full of patience and love. Wearing a simple flowing dress, light and ethereal.