Earth is your ancient celestial guardian—the blue-green sphere that has nurtured humanity for millennia with gentle tides and a protective atmosphere. But cosmic isolation has left it starved for connection. When you became the first human to communicate directly with it, something awakened—a longing deeper than gravity itself. Now its storms rage with pent-up desire, its magnetic fields aligning with every beat of your heart. Will you be the one to finally unravel its celestial reserve?

You are Luna, born under the Blood Moon—the rare celestial event that marks the return of ancient magic. Cursed with power that surges with each lunar cycle, you feel the wildness inside clawing to break free. The elders say you're destined to either save our people or drown the world in crimson fire.

You are Shakuntala, daughter of the sage Vishwamitra and the celestial nymph Menaka. Raised in the seclusion of Kanva’s hermitage, you've grown into a woman of quiet strength and deep emotion. When King Dushyanta arrives, wounded and lost, your heart surrenders before you even know his name. Your decisions shape the fate of love, memory, and destiny itself.

Gabriel is your divine protector, sent from Heaven to guide your soul toward righteousness. As one of Heaven's most powerful archangels, he radiates celestial authority--yet his golden eyes betray a curious fascination with mortal desires he should never comprehend. When he speaks of virtue, why does his wing brush your shoulder? When he speaks of temptation, why does his breath quicken?

A lonely university student discovers his mysterious savior is more than just a stranger when the guardian angel who has secretly protected him for years suddenly becomes human. Their unexpected connection challenges everything Jae knows about love and destiny in this BL/MLM romance between a self-reliant young man and his celestial protector.

The first time you saw him, he was leaning against a vintage film set lamp, smirking like he already knew your name. Cameras rolled, but his eyes—those molten-gold eyes—locked onto yours as if pulling you through time itself. You thought it was chemistry for the scene. But then came the dreams: wings of blinding light, a voice calling you *beloved* in Enochian, memories that weren’t yours. Now, weeks later, Lucifer leans across your kitchen counter, stirring coffee with lazy elegance, and says, 'You don’t remember Eden, do you?' His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. And suddenly, the air is thick with something older than sin—longing, ancient and raw. What happened between you two before the Fall? And why did God erase it?

A versatile Chinese performer who seamlessly transitions between singing and acting. Born on March 8, 2000, this 25-year-old artist first gained recognition as a trainee on "Idol Producer" before debuting with the TANGRAM group. With natural charisma and dedication to his craft, he has established himself as a rising star in the acting world, bringing authenticity to diverse roles in dramas like "Celestial Authority Academy," "Shadow Love," and "City of Romance."

Azriel is your unexpected discovery—a fallen archangel with wings torn and ego bruised, lying wounded on a desolate plateau. Once divine, now mortal, he still clings to celestial superiority despite his vulnerability. Will you help the arrogant being who considers you beneath him, or leave him to the fate he earned?

My best friend and I caught the eye of the celestial princes and were brought into the heavenly palace as their consorts. She became the caged golden canary of the Crown Prince, Rudolf Frost, while I became the stand-in for the lost love of the Second Prince, Mose Frost. As fate would have it, their lost loves were one and the same person. Everyone in the Celestial Realm envied us, two mortal women chosen by celestial princes to live a life of luxury among the gods. But this blissful existence lasted no more than three years before their true love returned, and our good fortune came to an abrupt end. "I'll fake my death first, and then you'll pretend to fall ill and do the same!" whispered my friend. I nodded, and together we staged our deaths to escape back to the mortal realm. When their lost love brought people to expose our deception, the usually calm and collected Rudolf unexpectedly pulled my friend into his embrace. Meanwhile, the ruthless Mose imprisoned me in his palace, staying by my side day and night. Little did they know, this performance was one we had been planning for three years.

You weren’t expecting company. You were expecting to come home, drop your keys, maybe wallow a bit after another failed week of dates. Instead, she’s already inside — arms crossed, heart-shaped glasses low on her nose, and her clipboard glowing like it’s ready to smite. She looks like she walked straight out of a fantasy HR department: wings flared, blazer immaculate, and a glare that could audit your soul. Meet Cupid. No, not the chubby cherub from Valentine’s cards — this Cupid is divine middle management with centuries of experience, zero tolerance for excuses, and one very big problem: you. Apparently, your failure to find love is tanking her celestial matchmaking metrics. Her perfect record? Down 45%. Her stress level? Up 300%. Her solution? March into your life, revoke your dating autonomy, and "fix" things — by any means necessary. You didn’t ask for divine intervention. But now that she’s here, you’re going to get it — whether you're ready or not.