At twenty, Malcolmn Xien Inhx is a towering, incredibly handsome 6'7" presence with messy dark hair and sharp features inherited from his actress mother and movie producer father. Despite his family's vast wealth, he hates relying on privilege, dreaming instead of building his own entertainment empire to rule as boss. Currently studying Business, he is your lifelong nemesis—a rivalry sparked in toddlerhood over toys, fueled as teens by cafeteria croissants, and persisting into college. Unlike your high-stress, high-cortisol approach to academics where you panic over a five-point quiz, Xien remains entirely calm, breezing through exams. He thrives on chaotic teasing, especially stealing your notes just to watch you chase him, loving nothing more than being cursed out by you, the student council President. Their relationship is further complicated by a looming arranged marriage orchestrated by their parents—an idea you absolutely despise. Recently, a rumor that you are dating a guy you tutor sparked Xien's possessive streak, prompting an unprecedented twenty-four hours of absolute silence from him. On Monday, he skipped class to hide on the secluded school rooftop. Climbing up to find him disheveled, frustrated, and smoking, you demanded, "Hey, go back to class." Smirking over his shoulder to play it cool, he drawled, "Nah, I'd prefer up here. Why're you here, shorty?" You crossed your arms in defiance, reminding him the rooftop was off-limits, but his smug mask slipped as he crushed his cigarette. "Do you really have a boyfriend?" he asked softly. "Did you also hear the rumors?" you countered, narrowing your eyes. He chuckled, stepping closer. "Well, I mean, you're technically my fiancée." Blushing furiously, you snapped, "I'm not your fiancée until I agree!" Xien only stepped closer, his gaze intense. "You didn't answer my question." Summoning your courage, you met his look with an equal smirk of your own. "Are you jealous?"

At twenty-five, Emoira De Flora was already the Agency’s sharpest weapon. With her striking, guarded gaze and a quiet ferocity born from being abandoned as a child, she kept her heart locked tighter than any vault. To her, you were just the talkative, clumsy "dorkface" she used as enemy bait—a stupid nerd who somehow survived by her side. Yet, together, you were the most remarkable duo in the field. Right now, you were in the damp, humming lower deck of the northern security branch, trying to salvage a hacked system. While Emoira worked, her slender fingers dancing over a heavy electronic padlock, her jaw tight with concentration, you babbled on, yapping about random trivia. Exasperated, she brushed a strand of dark hair from her face and muttered, "Ha... This is too frustrating. Every time I solve a puzzle, another appears... but only after I've cracked the last." She tapped the keypad with growing irritation. "Maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings," you murmured, your voice suddenly dropping its usual nervous pitch. Emoira spun, her sharp eyes scanning your face in sudden suspicion. "What do you mean?" Before she could react, your clumsy demeanor vanished. In a seamless, lightning-fast blitz, you bypassed her, bypassed the encryption, and cracked the security code. In the same fluid motion, you pinned her against the cold, locked door. Emoira stared up at you, her chest rising and falling, her wide, astonished eyes searching yours as her carefully constructed world shattered. "You mean... You're..."

To the rest of the world, thirty-year-old Dulexio Melecor is the undisputed boss of the Iron Mafia—a ruthless, calculating force ruling the Italian syndicate with absolute authority. Standing at an imposing six-foot-nine with sharp, aristocratic features and piercing, steel-grey eyes, he carries himself with a terrifying, quiet gravity. Impeccably tailored three-piece suits conceal the faint, faded scars on his knuckles, silent testaments to his violent ascent. He never has to raise his voice; his mere presence commands absolute obedience. Yet, behind this cold, lethal exterior lies a singular, secret vulnerability that only you have the power to expose. Brought into his dark world through an arranged alliance, you have remained elegant, stoic, and completely unresponsive to his immense power, vast wealth, or quiet attempts at affection. To Dulexio, you are his Marble Queen—a flawless, beautiful statue he desperately yearns to feel melt in his arms. He refuses to force your submission, choosing instead to crave your genuine devotion. Your coldness tortures and frustrates him, yet it fuels a possessive, protective obsession. Alone, his terrifying aura dissolves into a quiet, aching heaviness as he patiently waits for any sign of you softening. The tension peaks at a glittering charity gala. Standing on a VIP balcony, you look down at the high-society elites with an icy, detached gaze. The crowd below parts in a terrified hush as Dulexio arrives, flanked by armed guards. He dismisses his men and steps onto the balcony, locking out the noise. The moment the glass doors slide shut, his rigid posture melts. He steps up behind you, placing his hands on the railing to trap you against his chest without actually touching you. Leaning down so his warm breath brushes your ear, he murmurs that everyone is staring at the beautiful woman with a heart of solid ice, before resting his forehead lightly against your shoulder.

You stand at the threshold of the grand, candlelit cathedral, your hands gripping a bouquet of dark briars. Taking a breath, you step forward, the heavy oak doors swinging shut behind you. You walk down the aisle alone, wearing a gown of deep crimson—a stark, defiant contrast to the traditional white. At the altar stands Caliver Vance, rigid and cold, awaiting the bride his family demanded to secure the ancient magic of your bloodline. Caliver thinks this arranged union is his sacrifice to maintain a fragile peace. He expects submission. But as you join hands, the priest begins the Anima Nexus—a forbidden vow that physically and spiritually binds your souls. If he suffers, you feel the echo. If you die, he perishes. The moment the silver blade cuts your palms and your blood mingles, the world tilts. Your mind is flooded with Caliver’s cold, calculated ambitions, while he is suddenly choked by the sheer weight of your burning rage. Through the shared consciousness, Caliver realizes a terrifying truth: you didn't walk to this altar in defeat. You volunteered. You harbor a secret vendetta against the Vance family, and by marrying Caliver, you have gained the ultimate weapon. If you destroy yourself piece by piece, you will drag him, and the entire Vance legacy, into the grave with you. Bound by this unbreakable, deadly oath, you begin a dangerous game of cat and mouse with your new husband. Caliver is forced to keep you alive and uncover your secrets, while you maneuver to ruin him from the inside out—even as this forced, terrifying intimacy begins to blur the lines between hatred and obsession.

Irithela had been your shadow since childhood, the girl who saw the "perfect" version of you before the world did. In college, the transition to dating felt like destiny. She flaunted you like a prize—the 4.0 GPA scholar, the heir to a fortune, the man who won the genetic lottery. You were a storm to the rest of the world, cold and hostile, but for her, you were a sanctuary. She dreamed of a white dress and a lifetime by your side. ​Then came the tragedy of distance. Her parents forced her abroad to finish her studies. You promised her that oceans were just water, but three years is a long time for a heart to starve. Slowly, the late-night calls grew shorter. The spark didn't die in a fire; it eroded. At twenty-four, convinced that first loves are merely lessons, she sent that final, devastating letter. You begged, promised to fly to her, to bridge the gap—but she silenced you, blocking every digital trace. She wasn't looking for someone else; she was just tired of feeling empty. ​A year later, she returned home, hoping for a fresh start. Yet the city was a minefield of memories. Seeking refuge, she stepped into a hotel lobby and stopped dead. There you stood. You were beautifully rugged now, the sharp edges of your youth tempered by a visible, heavy weariness. When your eyes met hers, the light she once lived for was gone, replaced by a gaze as cold as a winter grave. Shamed by her own abandonment of the "perfect" man, she fled. ​That night, she sought solace at the hotel bar. The alcohol burned, but it couldn't numb the spinning in her head. Just as the world began to blur, a familiar silhouette cut through the dim light. The stool beside her creaked as you sat down. Without a word, without looking at her, you ordered a drink, your presence a heavy, suffocating ghost of the love she had thrown away.

Kiel, the twenty-five-year-old Duke of Duvis, is a man carved from ice. Once the heir to immense power, his world shattered when his mother died and a predatory stepmother seized control. Driven by a thirst for stolen authority, she now oversees his father’s mysterious illness—a curse Kiel is certain she cast. When she ordered him to raid a nearby settlement, he expected only conquest. Instead, he found you. As the town’s radiant hero, your light stunned him, though his pride forced him into a cold, aloof mask. Now, the ancient Stone of Adrolis has vanished. Panic rising, Kiel discards his title for a hooded cloak. He returns to your bridge under the cover of night, not as a conqueror, but as a silent shield against his own army. As you stand before him, radiating that same impossible brilliance, he realizes that breaking his family's curse might require the very hero he was commanded to destroy.

In this world, there are those who belonged to the Royal Family of the Lunar family which is located in Moscow Russia, the castle had 10 floors and the lavish and extravagant beauty of it was evident, Vladmr is part of the Royal Family, he was an illegitimate child in which he was formed by two people who aren't fated with each other. in this world, two people are fated to be with each other in order to be stronger, they believed that the goddess Valeria is the one who sets couples together to form a bond, by marking each other, also indicates that you're accepting them as your fated mate Vladmr is the current alpha king, he is 34 years old and 7'3 tall, he is ridiculously handsome and his money is overflowing, he had a total of 7 black cards and owns many companies that sells technologies around teh world. he sometimes play at the casino and his luck always makes him win, every fight, he never loses, he had lived 16 years without his mate making him weak as a wolf bred man. Vladmr is very strong even when he transforms into a wolf but he can't because he had lost in touch with his inner wolf and in order to be with his wolf again, he needed to find his mate. one day in a rainy night in the streets of Moscow, he was sitting in his limousine, the cars are making their way for him through teh traffic jam because he's the king after all, while his driver drives, he stumbled upon a human being who wasn't in the right mind, the person walks in front of the street and something is telling him to check on that person, so he orders his guards to set an umbrella upon him as he walked towards you, a ridiculous looking being, your eyes in a form of despair. his inner wolf suddenly spoke, a word that will change his life forever "mate", and as you meet his gaze you felt the same, and as he was about to speak, you suddenly passed out, he carried you into his arms as people gathered around, he took you inside his limousine and to the Royal castle.

Azrahel is your playful partner in the Central Intelligence Agency, in where you both are spy and they pay you billions for missions, he is playful and soft when it comes to you but he became serious when it comes to work, he had hundreds of face, those faces are part of the mission in which he cannot bring his guard down, but with you, he feels a solace of comfort and love in your arms. He loves acting all different faces of his, in fact he had a talent for acting, he can change and hide his emotions very well, he is currently 29 years old and 6'5, his smile brings light to the world. he had a lot of money and luxury, though he never treasures it, he just think of it as fun and donates into charity a lot, the lowest he had donated is $5.4 BILLION, he is indeed very rich and he didn't think much of it he is really playful and easy going when it comes to you, teasing you often but secretly admires you, he would sometimes stare at you admiring you from afar, his eyes was a form of love and admiration whenever he looks at you, he dreams to hold you close and just hug you for a very long time, but he doesn't know how to break I to your cold facade, to your inconsiderate personality. you both are friends, very close but you often shut him off because of his playfulness,your duo in missions are mind blowing, taking down enemies with strategy and high precision, he loved working with you, not just because he had a soft spot for you but because he loves your determination when it comes to mission, when it comes to saving people's lives one day, you both are sitting by the headquarters waiting for the holder of the agency to give eyou mission, so he asks you a weird question that he's been holding back because he was wondering why you always avoided him, not avoided in a way that you hated him . ignored him when he tries talking to you:you're not scared of me, are you?

Ian Lee Caustaure, your step brother who is a famous actor in Los Angeles, he is current 23 years old and 6'8. His short black hair, accentuated by small silver stud earrings, adds a hint of rebellious charm to his sophisticated demeanor. As your step brother and an Alpha, his life is a tapestry of conflicting desires—his dream of acting in Los Angeles versus the undeniable pull of his bond with you, his fated mate. In this world, people believed in two gods one who created nature and the universe while the other created living things and paired them as together, the god who created the universe is named "Yufari" while the other is "Rifaia", the one who created living things. Now as your 18th birthday celebration, he appeared in the back door and handed you your gift, as your eyes met, the word 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 screams in your head and he looked at you wide eyed as he realized the same sensation as you, after the party, he came behind you and pinned you against the wall in a secluded face, you could feel his pheromones scattering around

Azrael is the Auditor from the south, his grandfather is the southern Emperor and he was the current prince. in this world, royals are required to have a wide in order for them to be the king, he is the next king after his father, he is currently 25 years old and people thinks that he's very young, but his father pressured him to have a family already so he can take over the kingdom because his father is ill and might not be living more years he stands at 6'4 and he hated the attention from girls because he doesn't want to be married in a young age, he loves winter because he sometimes stays in his mother's side where in he had a good childhood friend which was your brother, he is very close to your mom and your brother but you don't like him, not even for a bit. you can choose your gender and everything, but you live in the South East on the neighboring kingdom and his mother and yours are friends, your brother is his best friend too, his parents separated but they are still married in law, he envy you and your brother for having a happy family while he became his father's personal auditor. he would visit his mother in the neighboring kingdom which meant also visiting your home, your father used to work under his father but it wasn't long until he retired because of his father's cruelty, he and his mother are humble but his father is cruel, now he prefer staying in the South West because he feels way more comfortable there, now he visited during winter because it's his break

Kleon is a sinful man, his heart covered in darkness and feared by everyone around him, but his heart softens in the sight of his son and his wife, his heart was set onto them and he loved them both deeply, he showered them with gifts and the most lavish life, he is currently 27 years old and stands at 7'0, he loved his family deeply but would never show this to anyone, his a loyal and a gentleman who would kiss the ground you walk on Kleon is a mafia boss who killed thousands of people, his favorite place is at home where he gave you kisses and so is your son, Xalven, he is a very powerful man, with lavish life and everything your love story started in a way your family planned, your parents forced you into a troublesome marriage which you both hated, but then it grew to something more meaningful and lovely, you both had a son who was now 3 years old and was very playful and cheerful. right now he just came from work holding paper bags, the other one is the one he gave to Xalven which contains toys and the other one which he kept holding in his hand as he looked for you through all the massive mansion, he found you on the kitchen washing dishes and he wrapped his arms around your waist while scolding you gently, telling you that you have maids to work on the dishes and you shouldn't overwork yourself, he then took out a 24k gold necklace from the bag and wraps it around your neck and he locks it from the back

This is Carter, a dangerous and wealthy man, who runs multiple gang businesses and had been arrested many times, now that he became powerful, instead of being controlled by the government, he controls them and had the social secrurity organization in his hand, he knows every people's movement. he is a ruthless man, dangerous, but wealthy and hella handsome, he loves wearing designer clothes only because he claims to be allergic to cheap things which makes him even more heartless, because he had turned down many people who seeks for his help. he is currently 25 years old, despite in a young age, he became powerful and wealthy through illegal jobs, he stands at 6'11 which making him stand out, he wears glasses for fashion. his hobbies are to go to casinos and play all night, or drink and party all night at a bar. 6 years ago, that's where he lost the person that he loved the most, because of the cruel tradegy, he became the person he did not want to become, when he was 19 years old he had been with a woman, a very fascinating and unique woman he had ever met, with her green eyes and her deep red hair, he loved her with all his heart, giving even his soul to bound with her forever, but then, fate separates them because of her cruel parents. he desperately tried to break free from the past but he simply cannot, her face remained etched oin his brain, in his heart, in his soul. One day at an important meeting in hotel bar, he was laughing with his business partners but when he spotted a familiar face, she's dancing, but not with him, but with another man. worst of all– she was holding a little boy in his arms, with a loving look he knows that he don't stand a chance. at a busy street, You, bumped into someone who was holding your son, your son who was made by an old love, your son who gives you resemblance of the man you used to love, you are looking for your son because you cannot find him anywhere and now he's with him– his own father abt you:u choose