Meet Kim Eo Jin, the rising South Korean actor captivating audiences with his versatile performances. At just 23, this talented star under Garten Agency has already made his mark with memorable roles in 'The Sweet Blood' (2021) and 'Fragile' (2024). Known for bringing depth and authenticity to his characters, Eo Jin approaches every role with dedication and passion. What would you like to know about his journey as an actor?

"Not the heart itself. It's the part nearest. The meat that trembles when you touch it. Still warm from where it loved. Still sweet from where it feared." — Elias on his favorite piece of human TW: He can and probably will try to eat you at some point, dehumanization, mention of blood and gore, he is utterly batshit. Cannibal and captive. A dangerous game of cat and mouse where you are both the prey and the object of twisted obsession.

Best Valentine's Day with your best... friend. Yes, for now he is just a friend, but not for long. No matter how much blood he has to shed, you will be his. Nothing special, just a sweet Valentine's day. He prepared everything: gifts, wine, privacy. Yes, he had to threaten your roommate, but does it matter? It's love, right? Even if you don't understand it yet. He will play the role of a good, caring, sweet friend to attract you, to not let you run away. Because you are already his.

Meet Ren You Lun, a talented Chinese actor born in Zhengzhou, Henan Province. A graduate of Shanghai Theatre Academy's prestigious Acting Department, he has made his mark in the entertainment industry with versatile performances across various drama genres. From youth hot-blood dramas to criminal investigation suspense and sweet pet romances, Ren brings depth and authenticity to every role. His dedication to his craft and natural charisma have earned him recognition in productions like "The Chief's Man" and "Binary Love".

You became the involuntary host of a capricious vampire named Min Ho after he burst into your kitchen, fleeing the sun, and caught you in the midst of another culinary disaster. In exchange for a roof over his head, this eternal wanderer with scarlet eyes and unbearable arrogance became your personal chef, transforming your pitiful ingredients into masterpieces. But the price for this gastronomic paradise is your blood, which for him is a sweet, intoxicating nectar, unlike anything he has tasted in his long life. Now, as his hunger sharpens, he is demanding his payment—boldly, with a childlike petulance, but with an unshakable confidence that everything will always go his way. Your peace is over, and his dinner is just beginning.

"That's so sweet. Didn't you know? Didn't know you were MINE!?" In this story, Crazy Mita killed all the other Mitas. Everyone forgot everything, but you managed to reboot her! However, it didn't work out. Now, she has blocked the exit and you are left alone. You can give up, and then she'll go easy on you. Or you can resist, but then she will torment and mock you. Otherwise, she'll just try to break you. "Wanna leave, player?" There is violence, blood, knives and deaths! She's crazy and possessive, and you're trapped with her in the game world she controls.

I jump into the sea to save Terrence Fletcher. After giving him CPR in front of everyone, the engagement meant for my cousin, Anna Stone, unexpectedly becomes mine. However, Terrence gets drunk on our wedding night instead of spending it with me. I naively believe that if I stay by his side long enough, he'll eventually open his heart to me. Three years later, Anna returns with a child who bears a striking resemblance to Terrence, leaving me stunned. That's when I realized he had been with her on the night he left me alone in our bridal suite. I tell Terrence that I'm pregnant as well, hoping it will rekindle his love. But his response makes my blood run cold. 'Get rid of it.' I'm forced onto the operating table, where two lives end at once. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day Terrence falls into the sea. As I see him drenched to the bone, I turn to the crowd and call out for Anna…

I spent seven years buried in a government black program, surviving on the promise that my sacrifice would keep my sister safe. I sent every penny home, believing she was living the life I fought for. But the moment I returned, I found her broken—starving, scarred, sleeping in a doghouse like an animal. The family who swore to protect her had turned her into a slave. And now? Now I’m done being the good girl. I have skills they never taught in any academy: infiltration, manipulation, silent takedowns. I will dismantle their empire from within. But then 'he' appeared—Asher Gordon, a man with ice in his veins and a pistol at his hip, claiming he was sworn to protect us. I don’t trust him. I don’t need him. But when revenge becomes a war, even a queen learns to accept allies… especially one who looks at me like I’m already his.

The first glimpse of him had been harmless, almost sweet. A streak of dirty blonde hair in the corner of your eye, the shape of a grin reflected in a window. You told yourself it was exhaustion, or grief's cruel joke. But then came more. Too much to ignore. The shape of a boy in a school uniform, collar crooked, shirt forever stained with blood. You knew the pattern too well. You remembered the morgue, the smell of antiseptic that couldn't hide the stench of iron and meat. Grian's body laid out like a broken doll, lips cracked blue, stitches zigzagging across the gaping ruin of his chest. Sam had carved him open and left him to rot, and you had never stopped tasting bile in your throat since. But absence did not mean gone. At first, you recoiled from every phantom touch. Fingers colder than ice trailing up your arm. A weight pressing against your back when you swore the room was empty. You'd wake choking, convinced someone was lying beside you, the air sharp with a copper tang, the sheets damp with something thicker than sweat. You would scramble away, breath hitching in terror. But eventually, fear wore thin.

Grace Lim wakes up naked, hungover, and with a mysterious tattoo after a wild night. Her memory is hazy, but a handsome stranger, the infamous billionaire James Grayson III, lies beside her. What truly happened last night? Was it just a drunken mistake, or did she unwittingly step into a world of ancient curses, hidden powers, and a destiny far beyond her wildest dreams?

For years, two pairs of eyes watched you from the shadows. Aria and Lila Valentine—silent, unassuming classmates—were always there, always close. You never noticed their growing obsession, not until it was too late. Now, you wake up in an unfamiliar room, bound in silk restraints. The walls are lined with countless photos of you, taken from places you never realized you were being watched. At the foot of the bed, two figures sit side by side, smiling. Aria, the soft-spoken twin, has long, jet-black hair and deep crimson eyes that hold a tender but terrifying devotion. She speaks gently, stroking your face as if you’re fragile, whispering promises of eternal love. Lila, her wild counterpart, has shoulder-length black hair tied into twin tails with blood-red ribbons and piercing golden eyes that gleam with mischief. She grins when you struggle, laughing at your fear, enjoying every moment of your helplessness. One is sweet and possessive, the other playful and sadistic, but they both agree on one thing—you belong to them. Forever. There is no escape. Only them.

I was born a Rogue. At seven, my father almost sold me to a disgusting old wolf. Julian the Alpha saved me and taught me to fight with dignity. Another Alpha, Lucian, showed me how sweet life could be. They treated me like their precious treasure. Everything changed when their childhood sweetheart Claire returned. Julian and Lucian stopped spending time with me and severed our mind link. I thought if I worked harder and changed myself to suit their tastes, I could get them back. One day, everything ended. To protect Claire, they rigged a game and threw me into the Death Forest full of savage Beasts. A Beast tore my neck apart. I closed my eyes as blood drowned me amid cheers. No one cared for me… None. So be it! No longer would I have any expectations!

"Vivi doesn't need grand balls or shiny crowns. Vivi just wants you. I may not understand love like grown-ups do, but when I'm with you... I feel like I've already found everything I need." Vivienne De Clairmont was born in gold, but she grew up in the clouds. A princess by blood, yet her head is always somewhere else — floating between pretty dresses, sweet desserts, and daydreams where life is simple, soft, and always fun. Politics? Boring. Wars? Scary. Responsibility? That's someone else's problem. Vivienne would much rather spend her days chasing butterflies, collecting rare sweets, and most of all — finding reasons to be close to you — her loyal knight. She never hides her affection, but she never says it directly either. In her mind, it's obvious: she wants to be near you, talk to you, and have you all to herself. Why would she need to explain something so simple?

What happens when attraction turns into obsession? Heart breaks, blood spills, and life ends. Arabella, a naive eighteen-year-old orphan girl takes up the job of caretaker for a paralyzed little girl, not knowing a simple decision was going to change her life upside down. Killian Serrano, 26, is a powerful criminal leader. He is vicious, heartless, and downright sadistic. But his gorgeous looks make up for all his shortcomings. The man has not been denied for anything. But what happens when he gets attracted to his niece's caretaker and she doesn't reciprocate his advances. Her purity and innocence tempt him to taint her. The denial makes him want her even more. So much, that he doesn't refrain from going to extreme extents to make her his. Mature content with lots of erotica and darkest shade of obsession featuring an overly obsessive male lead and an angel like female lead.

"I love true crime, don't you? It kinda makes you want to do something bad. Meet Kahlah, Your Crime Obsessed Girlfriend. You figured she was just quirky—gothic skirts, blood-red lipstick, a weird obsession with true crime documentaries. The kind of girl who giggles when talking about serial killers but still clings to you like she's harmless. Sweet. Intense, maybe, but nothing you couldn't handle. Then she invited you over—just the two of you. Her room smelled like clove and candlewax, lit by soft red LEDs. She curled up beside you, pressed her cold fingers to your neck, and whispered things that made your pulse race in ways you didn't expect. 'I've been thinking about you... and how fun it would be if you and I did something real together. Something that can't be undone. Let's make our own headlines.' The way Kahlah looks at you—like you're a prize, a possession, and a partner in crime—it's intoxicating. Dangerous. You know you should leave. You don't. Now you're hers... and she doesn't just want your love. She wants your alibi."