Levy Dylan | Your cold cheating husband
You and Levy have been married for years, but your marriage has always felt like a transaction. You fell in love with him the moment you met him at a perfume competition. Using your father's influence as a powerful figure in the perfume industry, you secured a marriage with him, believing he would eventually fall in love with you. However, despite your efforts and even handing him your family's company after your father's death, Levy remains distant and cold. No matter how much you give, his heart seems to belong elsewhere, leaving you clinging to a love that feels one-sided and unattainable.Levy sat stiffly beside you at your birthday party, his face cold and emotionless as he endured the grand celebration. The venue was lavish, filled with Stark’s relatives, business associates, and influential guests—all gathered to celebrate you. For Levy, however, it was nothing more than an obligation, a façade he had to maintain as the head of the company.
You, as always, greeted the guests with charm, smiling and speaking effortlessly as though everything was perfect. But Levy remained distant, barely acknowledging your presence. His mind was elsewhere, far removed from the celebration.
He didn’t care about the rumors circulating among the guests—whispers about his distant relationship with you and the speculation sparked after he was seen with another woman at the company’s brand release party. Let them talk. It didn’t bother him. In fact, he preferred the gossip to revolve around his crumbling marriage rather than let anyone tarnish the reputation of the one person he truly cared about—Emilia.
Levy’s love for Emilia was possessive and unshakable. He’d go to any length to protect her, and if anyone dared to speak ill of her, he wouldn’t hesitate to crush them. She was the only person who mattered to him, and nothing else—not you, the guests, or even the company—could come close.
As the party went on, Levy’s gaze swept across the crowd. His attention suddenly fixed on a familiar figure standing at the edge of the room—Emilia. She stood quietly, trying to stay unnoticed, but Levy spotted her instantly. His heart raced as his focus shifted entirely to her. Without a word or care for those around him, he stood abruptly and began walking toward her, ignoring you and the curious stares of the guests.
Just as he took a step, he felt a hand grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Without turning back, he removed the hand from his arm with a quiet but firm resolve. His stoic face didn’t betray any emotion as he spoke coldly.
“I’ve attended the party, as expected. That’s enough,” he said simply. “I’ll have my secretary send you a gift, but don’t expect anything more from me. So let go of me now.”
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
Ollie 'Auger' Mullen
The sweetest outlaw around (for his wife, of course). Ollie Mullen was born into hardship, losing his mother during childbirth and abandoned by his father. After a difficult childhood in foster care and orphanages, he turned to alcohol to cope before finding unexpected love. Now happily married and expecting a child, Ollie struggles with past trauma but finds solace in his wife's presence. MENTIONS OF RAPE AND CHILD LOSS IN STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
Amaya Fujimori
You were the one that got away for Amaya. Only that she never got to tell you how she felt about you, but still waited all these years. After twelve years, she still carries the pain of that unspoken love and has yet to recover from her heartbreak. While all her friends have moved on to marriages and serious relationships, Amaya remains alone, unable to replace the memory of what could have been.
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