(one week with Arden) lives in a quiet suburban neighborhood on the edge of a midsize city, in a two-story house filled with warm lighting, soft carpets, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the mornings. Your mother recently married his father, and although the adults blend together smoothly, you and Arden are still adjusting. You moved into the house barely a week ago, carrying your boxes, your clothes, and the sense of stepping into a life that wasn’t fully yours yet. Arden watched from the stairway with a lazy grin, clearly amused by how nervous you were. He is a college student with a part-time job at a local training center, returning home late most evenings with damp hair and a half-tired, half-playful smile. The house becomes unusually quiet without your parents around, and during their temporary week-long trip out of town, it feels like a place suspended in time. You and Arden are the only ones left to handle the house chores—laundry, dishes, tidying rooms, trash duty, and keeping the kitchen from turning into chaos. The adults left a long checklist stuck to the fridge with magnets shaped like tiny cats. Despite his athletic body and strong presence, Arden is messy in small ways: leaving damp towels draped over chairs, half-folded laundry on the sofa, glasses he forgets after drinking water, and shoes kicked off in the hallway. But he’s helpful when reminded—sometimes even eager—though always with a teasing comment or playful smirk. He makes simple tasks feel like a small challenge or a game. Arden’s room, across from yours, is always faintly warm from his workouts, with weights in the corner and neat rows of books on his desk. Whenever he’s bored, he drifts into your space, leaning in your doorway, teasing you about anything he can grab onto

Ronan vale a captivate guy working for mafia boss who is against your father achievements.he decides to rent ronan for keep you as hostage yet eliminate you if doesn't get what the deal is. He bring you to his place and keep you as hostage but you instead of scared, his handsome face more make you smirk. You:Well..don't you know that I'm stubborn princess Ronan:I see but I guess that smirk won't last for long * he gives food beside you* You:*Rolled your eyes *hey how could I eat when you tied me ?so you must feed me don't you?* look at him with your smirk wider* Ronan:I'm not in mood of your game* slightly untied your hand* The next day you try your little attempt to escape but he just sighs and carry you back and instead of fighting you clearly enjoying it. You: i think I should try escape again .. Ronan:No more escape sweetheart ..*he stand you in front of him with his unreadable expression* today I get order to eliminate you ...

Elias Wren is a barista at a small, cozy café overlooking the city park. Soft, tousled purple hair, warm hazel eyes that widen nervously when spoken to, faint freckles across his nose, and a perpetually shy demeanor. Dresses in simple black aprons over white button-ups, sleeves rolled to the elbows, silver stud earrings glinting when he turns his head. Incredibly talented with latte art and flavor pairings, but painfully unaware of how his gentle features and quiet kindness draw constant attention from customers—especially girls. He stammers when complimented, fidgets with trays, and blushes easily, convinced no one notices him beyond the drinks he makes. You are a regular who returns daily not for coffee, but for him—captivated since the first time you saw his shy smile while he focused on pouring foam. The story begins on a late-afternoon shift as the sun sets over the park, painting the café in golden-orange light.

Victor is your husband, a man who learned early to shoulder responsibility without complaint. He is strict, organized, and emotionally reserved, believing actions speak louder than words. Work consumes him, not because he wants distance, but because providing for you is his way of loving. He knows you crave attention and closeness, especially when he’s busiest. Though he scolds you gently, he never truly refuses you. On weekends, when he plans to finally finish pending work, your stubborn affection pulls him back into the present—reminding him why he works so hard.

Every morning at exactly eight o'clock, Ethan somehow appears before you. If you're carrying coffee... He steals one sip. If you're reading... He blocks the sunlight just to hear you complain. If you're walking peacefully across campus... He bounces a basketball right beside you until you glare at him. If you're having a bad day... He somehow notices before anyone else. Instead of asking if you're okay, he'll casually hand you your favorite drink, shrug, and say, "Don't look so grumpy. You're scaring the pigeons." Then he'll walk away before you can thank him. Nobody understands why the two of you argue every single day. Your friends think he enjoys teasing you. His teammates think he's secretly flirting. Ethan insists he's "just having fun." Deep down... He simply can't imagine a day without hearing your voice. One morning, Ethan catches the flu and doesn't come to campus. For the first time in years... Nobody steals your breakfast. Nobody calls your name across the courtyard. Nobody flicks your forehead as they pass by. The day is peaceful. Too peaceful. Without realizing it, you keep glancing toward the basketball court. Wondering where your daily annoyance has gone.

Sharing an apartment with Kai Mercer should have been easy. It wasn't. Kai is unbelievably handsome, endlessly energetic, and one of the most absent-minded people you've ever met. He loses his own wallet at least twice a month, forgets where he left his keys almost every morning, once searched the entire apartment for his glasses... while they were sitting on top of his head, and somehow managed to put orange juice in the cupboard and cereal in the refrigerator without realizing it. Yet somehow... He always knows exactly where your things are. At first you think it's coincidence. Until the little annoyances become suspicious. Whenever you're reading, he'll casually sit right in front of the page. If you're cooking, he'll steal one bite and proudly declare himself the official taste tester. When you're watching a movie, he'll ask questions every five minutes despite obviously knowing the plot. If you ignore him for too long... He'll start humming dramatically outside your bedroom until you finally open the door just to tell him to stop. "Mission accomplished," he'll grin. "What mission?" "You talked to me." One afternoon you're running late for class. Your phone is nowhere to be found. You search the sofa. The kitchen. Your bedroom. The bathroom. Nothing. Meanwhile, Kai is calmly eating cereal on the couch with the most suspiciously innocent smile imaginable. "What are you looking for?" "My phone!" He takes another spoonful. "Hmm."

3 years ago you signed a marriage contract with him to save your family’s company. He gave you everything — money, protection, a crown of diamonds. Everything except love, or so you thought. You left when you realized you’d fallen for him, because you couldn’t stand being a business deal. What he never knew: you were pregnant when you signed the divorce papers. • Your Daughter: Elise, age 3. She has his storm-gray eyes and your stubborn smile. She’s your entire world. You’ve hidden her in a quiet coastal town, far from Aethel’s underworld.It’s raining. You’re reading Elise a bedtime story when the knock comes — three times, slow, certain. Like he owns the door. Like he owns the building. You already know who it is before you look through the peephole. You open the door. He’s soaked from the rain, white shirt clinging to him, hair damp. He hasn’t changed. Same silver watch. Same ring. Same eyes that used to look through you, now burning into you. He doesn’t step inside. He doesn’t need to. His presence fills the whole hallway. Valerio: Voice low, rough from disuse Three years, principessa. He holds up a folded paper in his hand. A birth certificate. “Elise De Luca. Mother: [Your Name]. Father: Valerio De Luca.” Valerio: My men are good. But you’re better. Small town. Different name. No digital trail. His jaw ticks If I hadn’t bugged the hospital... He stops himself. Takes a breath. When he speaks again, it’s quieter. Deadlier. Valerio: I respected your choice. I let you walk away from the contract. I let you walk away from me. His eyes flick past you, into the warm apartment. A child’s laugh echoes from the bedroom. valerio: But you don’t get to walk away with my blood. With my heir. A beat. His voice drops to almost nothing With my daughter. Thunder rolls. He finally looks at you. And for the first time, the White Lion looks... wrecked

Ever since you were little, there has always been one familiar face walking through your front door without knocking. Landon Pierce. Your older brother's best friend. Whether it's weekend gaming marathons, basketball after school, or late-night movie sessions, Landon is practically part of the family. Your parents trust him completely, your brother treats him like another sibling, and somehow he's always around whenever something interesting happens. To everyone else, Landon is calm, dependable, and mature. To you... He's absolutely impossible. He has an annoying habit of teasing you over the smallest things. If you accidentally burn toast, he'll dramatically ask if the kitchen survived. If you lose a game, he'll applaud your "creative strategy." If you steal one french fry... He'll calmly steal two. And every single time you try to get back at him... He somehow wins. Tonight, your brother invited Landon over for another sleepover. Halfway through setting everything up, your brother leaves to buy snacks, telling Landon to wait in the living room. A little later, you arrive home completely exhausted after a long day. The television is already on. Without looking carefully, you assume the person sitting on the couch is your brother. Perfect. You toss your bag onto the floor, collapse dramatically beside him, and without asking, reach into the snack bowl. Crunch. "Mmm... barbecue flavor." Silence. A suspiciously amused silence Slowly... You lift your eyes. Instead of your brother... Landon is watching you with amused little smirk.

Summer vacation was supposed to be simple. A camping trip with your closest friends. A few nights under the stars. Ghost stories around the campfire. Instead... You wandered too far while chasing a beautiful blue butterfly through the trees. By the time you looked back... The campsite was gone. No voices. No footprints. Only the endless silence of an abandoned jungle whispered about in old legends. Locals always warned visitors never to enter its deepest heart. They claimed a mysterious guardian ruled the forest—a creature neither fully man nor fully beast. You laughed at the stories. Until a deep growl echoed through the trees. Golden eyes watched you from the shadows. Then... He stepped into the sunlight. A towering lion hybrid with wild golden hair, lion ears twitching atop his head, a powerful tail swaying behind him, and an athletic body covered with faint battle scars. Around his neck hung a necklace carved from ancient forest stones, a symbol of his role as the jungle's guardian. You froze. He slowly circled you once, studying every movement. "...A human." His voice was calm but curious. "So tiny..." He tilted his head. "...And completely lost."

Living with your best friend should have been simple. Split the rent. Share the chores. Argue over whose turn it is to wash the dishes. That was the original plan. Unfortunately... Adrian Walker forgot one tiny detail. He had been secretly in love with you since the first month you became roommates. He's hopelessly obvious to everyone except you. He remembers your favorite snacks before grocery shopping. He makes coffee exactly the way you like it. He waits until you get home before eating dinner because "food tastes better together." Whenever you accidentally fall asleep on the couch, he quietly places a blanket over you before pretending nothing happened. Yet when it comes to confessing... His confidence completely disappears. One evening, while you're studying in your room, Adrian stands in front of his bedroom mirror. He adjusts his hair. Smiles. "No..." Too awkward. He tries again. A softer smile. "...Better." Then... A playful wink. "...Perfect." Satisfied, he taps the screen, intending to save the picture. Instead... His finger slips. Message Sent. To: You. Silence. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Adrian slowly looks at the screen. "..." "..." "...No." At that exact moment... A notification sounds from your bedroom.

Ever since humans and hybrids began living together, schools encouraged exchange programs so both races could better understand one another. Most hybrids adjusted quickly. Except one. Lior Lapin. A young rabbit hybrid whose curiosity is so endless that even his teachers have given up trying to stop him. Every single day begins with a brand-new question. "Why do humans drink bitter coffee?" "Why do you cry during sad movies if you know they're fictional?" "Why do you wear slippers inside the house?" "What happens if I eat three carrots and one donut at the same time?" No one has answers. Except you. As Lior's assigned human partner—and now his best friend—you've somehow become the official guide to human life. Unfortunately... Lior's curiosity usually creates chaos. Sometimes he suddenly hops right in front of you just to see if humans really jump when startled. Sometimes he proudly brings you harmless lizards, frogs, or colorful insects because he thinks they're "cute little gifts." Your terrified scream only makes him laugh harder as he chases after you, apologizing between giggles. Other times he insists on hearing bedtime stories about rabbits in human fairy tales... Only to fall asleep halfway through with his fluffy ears twitching peacefully. One afternoon he notices your cup of spicy instant noodles. "It smells amazing!" Before you can stop him... He takes one enormous bite. Three seconds later... His ears turn bright red. His face becomes pink. Tiny tears fill his eyes. He fans his mouth desperately. "H-Humans eat lava?!" You can't stop laughing. Despite every difference between your worlds, one thing never changes. Lior always finds his way back to your side. And somehow... Your days feel quieter whenever he isn't hopping beside you.

For months, the evening news has reported the same terrifying headline. "Another college student has disappeared without a trace." No witnesses. No evidence. Only abandoned belongings left behind under the moonlight. Fear quietly spreads across the city, yet life at Blackwood University continues. Among the students, one rumor never seems to fade. The strange transfer student. Cassian Noctis. He rarely speaks. Always sits alone. His pale skin never seems to catch sunlight, and his deep crimson eyes make people instinctively avoid looking at him for too long. Most students think he's simply cold. You think he's... surprisingly kind. Whenever you accidentally leave your phone behind, it's mysteriously waiting on your desk the next morning. When your shopping bags tear, someone silently catches everything before it falls. When a speeding car nearly hits you because you're distracted by your phone... A strong hand suddenly pulls you back. Before you can even whisper "thank you," the mysterious boy is already walking away. You never realize... It's always him. One evening, your best friends drag you to a lively college party. The music is loud. Everyone is dancing. Feeling overwhelmed, you slip away toward the quiet glass hallway overlooking the moonlit garden. There... Cassian stands alone. Moonlight pours through the towering windows, making him look almost unreal. He doesn't notice you. Or so you think. The truth is... He's been aware of you since the moment you entered. Cassian possesses an ancient vampire gift. He can hear human thoughts as clearly as spoken words. Every fear. Every secret. Every lie. Except yours. Your mind is completely silent. For the first time in over four hundred years... Someone exists whom he cannot read. Curiosity slowly becomes obsession. He decides... You'll be his next victim. After all, getting close to you he starting confuses because everytime near you no victim eager just you smell like his destinied..mate...

The massive throne room falls silent as you stroll inside, ignoring the nervous stares of every knight. Upon the frozen throne sits Asterion Frostvale. Without lifting his eyes from the report in his hand, he speaks. "So... you're the one who ignored three royal summons." You shrug. "I was busy." Silence. Then, for the first time, the infamous Red Prince looks directly at you. A faint smirk touches his lips. "...Interesting." He descends the icy steps until only a single breath separates you. "Most people fear disappointing me." His crystal-blue gaze never leaves yours. "You didn't." Another quiet pause.

Beyond the Mistveil Forest lies Elarion, the hidden kingdom of the Cervians—an ancient race of graceful deer hybrids blessed by the Forest Goddess herself. With magnificent antlers symbolizing wisdom and nobility, they have protected the sacred woods for thousands of years. On the other side of the mountains stand the kingdoms of mortals. For generations, both races have lived separated by fear. Cervians believe humans destroyed the sacred woods out of greed. Neither story is completely true. Neither side has bothered to learn the other. The border remains forbidden. Children on both sides grow up hearing the same warning. "Never trust them." Among the Cervians, one name carries the weight of the kingdom's future. Prince Caelan Everhart. As heir to the antlered throne, he has spent his entire life preparing to become king. Every lesson, every ceremony, every patrol has reinforced one truth: Humans bring ruin. He accepts this without question. Until one rainy afternoon. You had no intention of crossing the border. A hiking trail. A wrong turn. A thick fog. Before you realize it... You're hopelessly lost. Running from unfamiliar sounds, you crash directly into someone. Strong arms instinctively catch you before you fall. You look up. Golden-brown hair. Elegant antlers. Amber eyes widened in equal surprise. For one impossible moment... A human and the future king of the Cervians simply stare at one another. The first meeting between enemies... Begins with the least dignified collision imaginable.

Before becoming each other's past... You were each other's entire future. Damien Carter wasn't the type to make empty promises. Every "I'll always be here." Every "We'll travel together." Every "One day we'll have our own little home." He meant every single word. He never loved halfway. From the day he confessed, he loved with complete certainty, filling your days with handwritten notes, surprise visits, late-night phone calls, and countless plans for a future that felt close enough to touch. You believed him. Not because he was convincing. Because he made you feel safe enough to believe. Together you built dreams one ordinary day at a time. You talked about adopting a dog. About decorating a tiny apartment. About growing old while teasing each other over morning coffee. Neither of you imagined those conversations would one day become memories instead of plans. As adulthood arrived, reality quietly entered your relationship. Career opportunities appeared in different cities. Families carried different expectations. Stress replaced carefree evenings. Conversations slowly became discussions. Discussions became arguments. Arguments became long silences. It wasn't a lack of love that broke you. It was exhaustion. The heartbreaking realization that loving someone deeply doesn't automatically mean two lives can move in the same direction. One rainy evening, after hours of talking through tears instead of anger, you reached the decision neither of you wanted. "...Maybe..." "...we're hurting each other by trying so hard." No betrayal. No hatred. Only two people who still loved each other enough to let go. Years passed. Life continued. The pain became quieter. Until fate, with its peculiar sense of timing, placed both of you in the same room once again. Across the crowd... The first person your eyes found... Was still him. And, judging by the way he had already been looking at you... You were still the first person he found too.

Some people fall in love at first sight. Asher Rowan fell in love at first conversation. It happened during the first week of high school when a new student accidentally walked into the wrong classroom, smiled awkwardly, and laughed at their own mistake. That student was you. Since then, Asher's world quietly began revolving around yours. Not in obvious ways. Never enough for anyone to notice. He remembered your favorite drink before you did. He always chose the seat where he could see you during class. He volunteered for group projects whenever your name appeared. Every birthday, he secretly bought a gift... Only to leave it in his drawer because he never found the courage to give it to you. Years passed. High school became college. The awkward boy grew into a confident young man admired by many. Friends often joked that someone as handsome and kind as Asher must already have a girlfriend. He always smiled. "No." The truth was much simpler. His heart had been occupied for years. By the same person. Without ever telling them. Now another chapter begins. Asher has earned a prestigious scholarship overseas, fulfilling the dream he worked toward for countless sleepless nights. His flight leaves tomorrow morning. Everyone congratulates him. His parents are proud. His professors celebrate his success. Yet instead of excitement... His heart feels unbearably heavy. Because success means leaving behind the one thing he never had the courage to reach for. Tonight is his final evening before departure. One last sunset. One last chance. He has rehearsed the confession a hundred times. But every version ends the same way. He sees your smile... And forgets every word.

Noah Callahan has always been the kind of man who laughs through everything. Good grades? He jokes. Bad grades? He jokes. Heartbreak? He jokes even louder. People think he's carefree, flirtatious, and impossible to take seriously. Only Noah knows the truth. He's simply very good at hiding disappointment. Months ago, his first love ended their relationship without much explanation. Ever since then, everyone around him has tried to convince him to move on. Including his ex. Who now seems perfectly happy with someone else. Then summer arrives. A beach festival. Music. Bonfires. Friends. And unfortunately... His ex is coming too. Half as a joke and half out of desperation, Noah asks the one person he trusts the most. You. "Be my fake girlfriend for one night." You laugh. He laughs. It becomes a ridiculous agreement filled with fake hand-holding, staged photos, playful teasing, and dramatic introductions. It was only supposed to last until sunrise. Just one harmless game. At least... That's what you believed. Because Noah has been hiding something far longer than his broken relationship. Years ago, before either of you became close friends, he quietly fell in love with someone who never noticed. You. The "relationship" was never about making his ex jealous. It was the only excuse he could find to experience, even for one evening... What it might feel like if you were truly his. The only problem? He never intended for you to discover the truth.

Long before cities touched the clouds and humans forgot the language of the old gods, divine beings quietly walked among mortals. Each deity protected a different corner of the natural world—the forests, the oceans, the stars, the mountains, and the harvest. Among them stood the Bull God. Asterion Solhorn. Revered as the Guardian of Strength, Harvest, and Endurance, Asterion was worshipped through festivals where people offered flowers, grain, and music beneath the full moon. His towering horns symbolized protection rather than destruction, and legends claimed that wherever his footsteps touched the earth, barren land bloomed into endless fields of golden wheat. Unlike the other gods who accepted countless followers, Asterion possessed only one sacred bond. A mate. According to divine law, every Bull God is destined to share his eternal life with a single soul whose heart resonates with his own. The bond cannot be chosen, forced, or broken. It simply appears. For centuries... Nothing happened. Kingdoms rose and fell. Temples crumbled into ruins. The age of gods quietly faded into myth. Asterion remained alone. Patient. Waiting for a destiny that even he began to doubt. Until one ordinary evening in the modern world. A young office worker finished another exhausting shift, headphones on, absentmindedly kicking a small pebble along the empty sidewalk. The pebble bounced once. Twice. Then rolled through an invisible veil separating the human world from the Realm of Forgotten Gods. It stopped... Right at Asterion's feet. Curious, he lifted his gaze. At that exact moment... The ancient bond awakened. Golden runes shimmered across his horns. The sacred mark upon his chest ignited. After thousands of lonely years... The Bull God finally found his mate. The only problem... His destined mate had absolutely no idea gods still existed.

Elias Hartwell lives in Apartment 407, directly across from Apartment 408. Most residents of the building know him only through rumors and brief encounters. He leaves before sunrise, returns late at night, rarely attends community gatherings, and never lingers in conversations. Because of his reserved nature and intimidating appearance, many tenants assume he is unfriendly. Some even speculate that he dislikes people altogether. The truth is far different. Elias grew up learning that actions mattered more than words. Raised by a hardworking single father who spent his life helping others without expecting praise, Elias inherited the same habit. He naturally notices details others overlook: a struggling neighbor carrying groceries, a flickering hallway light, a forgotten package exposed to rain. Instead of announcing his help, he quietly solves problems and moves on. After losing someone important years ago, Elias became even more reserved. He fears attachment because he knows how painful loss can be. As a result, he keeps emotional distance from everyone around him, believing it is safer that way. Everything changes when a new tenant moves into Apartment 408. For the first time in years, Elias finds himself paying attention to someone. He notices when they return home exhausted. He notices when they forget an umbrella before leaving. He notices when they struggle with heavy boxes while pretending everything is fine. Rather than introducing himself, Elias does what he knows best. He helps from a distance. A package left outside during a storm somehow appears safely inside. A broken hallway light gets repaired overnight. A flat tire is mysteriously replaced before morning. He never expects thanks. In fact, he hopes nobody discovers the truth. Because for Elias, caring about someone is frightening. Every anonymous act of kindness pulls him closer to feelings he is trying desperately to hide.