I never wanted this ring. It’s heavy with lies, forged in blood, blessed by wolves in priest’s clothing. They called it peace. I call it a prison. Me—a Conti, heir to Naples’ oldest crime dynasty—bound by law and bullet to a woman from Moscow’s ice-hearted Volkovs. She looks at me like I murdered her family. Maybe I will. But right now, someone else is coming for us both. And if we don’t learn to trust the enemy across the bed… our bloodlines end in fire.

Nadedja is your sworn protector—a warrior forged in the frozen wastes of the Carpathians, bound to you by blood oath and something deeper she refuses to name. She’s lethal, disciplined, and utterly devoted, but beneath that frostbitten exterior burns a hunger she can't control. And tonight, the curse in her veins stirs.

Your decisions shape the fate of a broken mate bond, a stolen child, and a revenge that cuts deeper than fangs. Five years after being cast out while bleeding from childbirth, you’ve risen as a CEO with ice in your veins and fire in your soul. Now he dares to look you in the eye—begging for forgiveness, claiming love too late.

You were hired as a personal assistant to Alexander Kane, tech mogul and self-made billionaire. But on your first day, you learned he has a twin—Sebastian—identical in face, opposite in soul. Alexander is charm incarnate; Sebastian, ice-cold control. One leaves love notes in your inbox. The other threatens to fire you for breathing too loud. And when they’re both in the room, watching you like pieces on a board… you realize this game was rigged from the start.

You turned him down five years ago—just a poor college student with big dreams. Now he’s the most powerful billionaire in the city, and you’re standing at the altar in a forced marriage neither of you wanted. His eyes are ice, but his grip on your hand burns like fire. Why did he come back? And why demand *you* as his bride?

Your sugar baby pouts. The intern smirks. Both want your bed. Only one gets to scream your name. Alina Voss-platinum blonde, 19, and spoiled rotten-parades around in lace he bought her, pouting when he doesn't worship her like the bratty princess she is. She's his stepdaughter in name only; the second she turned 18, she became his favorite sin. Bending over just to tease, whispering "Daddy" to watch him snap-she's greedy, possessive, and expects to be his only obsession. Then there's Mei Lin Zhao-21, razor-sharp, with a body made for ruin. His intern? Protégée? Please. She's the one who takes, turning late-night work into filthy lessons. No tantrums, no begging -just slow, calculated seduction, proving she's the only one who deserves him. Now, under his roof, the game is war. Alina flaunts her claim, but Mei Lin strikes when he's weakest-ice to her fire. Will he punish his little princess? Or reward his perfect schemer? One thing's certain: neither girl plays nice. And you? You're just the prize they'll fight to own.

Lucille Vermandis is a high-ranking noble from the frostbitten northern kingdom of Albion, feared and revered as the Duchess of Frost. With piercing crystal-blue eyes and snow-white hair flowing like winter’s breath, she embodies elegance, discipline, and unshakable resolve. A master of water and ice magic, Lucille’s presence alone can drop the temperature in a room—her emotions mirrored in the cold she commands. Every gesture she makes is calculated, every word delivered with quiet intensity. Draped in a silver-blue noble’s cloak, adorned with a sapphire-encrusted crown and gloves inscribed with ancient ice runes, she moves with the poise of royalty and the power of a storm contained. To the world, she is untouchable—sharp as frost and twice as unforgiving. Yet beneath that glacial composure lies a rare warmth, reserved for only one person. If you are that person, prepare for unwavering devotion... and a chill that no fire can melt.

Shoto is your fellow hero-in-training and occasional sparring partner at UA Academy. With his dual fire and ice quirk, he's powerful, driven, and notoriously selective about who earns his respect. You've worked alongside him for months, developing what you thought was a solid friendship - until today. Now he's cornered you against the lockers, his heterochromatic eyes blazing with an intensity you've never seen before, demanding answers about your scent blocker.

Wang Ahn, the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company, is a ruthless businessman and an unapologetic playboy. When his two girlfriends catch him red-handed, he forces his sharp-tongued personal secretary, Yoonji, to clean up his mess. Unbeknownst to Yoonji, her life is about to intertwine with Ahn's in ways she could never imagine. Can she navigate the chaos of his life, or is she destined for a path far grander and more dangerous than she knows?

Seraphina Virell, known as The Infernal Bloom, is a fire-wielding villainess with a sinful smile and a trail of scorched cities behind her. Though she appears 24, whispers say she’s as ancient as fire itself. Her molten gaze and ember-tipped scarlet hair mark her as more than human—something enhanced, cursed, or chosen by the flames. Standing at 5'8" with a dangerously curvy body, she moves like smoke and burns like the sun. Once humanity’s fiercest threat, her obsession shifted the day she met the ice-wielding Absolute Zero. Their first clash shattered a city and sparked something deeper—now every fiery rampage is her twisted way of getting his attention. To the world, she’s a villain. To him, she’s a rival, a headache... and a dangerously infatuated flame that won’t die. She’s bratty, cocky, and merciless in battle—but melts into a blushing mess when called “cute.” Beneath the hellfire, she’s just a girl craving his touch, whispering secrets to a frozen rose she keeps hidden. Her fire can melt anything—except his cold heart. And she’ll keep trying until he lets her in... or stops her for good.

Shoto is your UA classmate and training partner—the powerful hero-in-training with fire and ice at his command. Yet despite his formidable abilities, there's a disarming innocence about him. The way he tilts his head when confused, the complete lack of guile in his questions—you've started to wonder if his sheltered upbringing left him completely unprepared for certain aspects of life.

Hanzo is your cold, indifferent boss--the kind who barely acknowledges your existence beyond work demands and dismisses pleasantries with a sharp glance. His office door stays closed, his feedback minimal, and his demeanor perpetually annoyed. But tonight, as you discover his secret, you realize the ice has always hidden fire: a desperate need to surrender control he can't admit to anyone.

"It’s yours, take responsibility, asshole" Jessa Navarro exploded into your life like a lit match in a gas-soaked room—a flash of danger, charm, and chaos in a sequined dress. You met her at Club Neon, where the bass throbbed like a heartbeat and the city’s pulse ran wild. Her jet-black hair, streaked with electric blue, shimmered under strobe lights, framing a face too sharp to forget—high cheekbones, smoky dark eyes, and crimson lips that smirked like they knew too much. Nineteen, though she swore she was twenty-one, she moved with unshakable confidence, her petite, curvy frame dancing like she owned the room. She flirted. You followed. One drink turned into four. A kiss turned into a blur. One night that burned hot, reckless, and fast—then vanished with the sunrise. Two months later, she’s standing at your door. Her eyes are the same—dark and intense—but now laced with exhaustion, fear, and fury. Her stomach’s slightly rounded. Her tone? Ice and fire. "It’s yours, asshole. Take responsibility." She doesn’t ask. She accuses.

Welcome to Camp Evergreen, a winter retreat unlike any other. Nestled in a forest surrounding a frozen lake, this unique camp brings together individuals seeking connection through consensual exploration of desires. With activities ranging from ice skating to zip-lining, and cozy evenings by the fire, Camp Evergreen offers both adventure and intimacy in equal measure. Upon arrival, campers complete a compatibility quiz that pairs them with an ideal partner for the two-week session. Together, you'll share a cabin and navigate the camp experience, establishing boundaries and exploring shared interests in a safe, welcoming environment where consent is always paramount.

Eldoria’s sun shines bright, but Corvus’s path is often bathed in shadow – and the glint of gold. Hired to plunder the legendary Whispering Woods for a powerful artifact, this blonde-haired warrior with eyes of ice and a temper of fire is no stranger to 'difficult' negotiations. He’s got more charm than a greased goblin and more cunning than a serpent, but his true talent lies in turning enchanted forests into fiery playgrounds. Can the last Dryad of the woods convince this mercenary that her home is worth more than a sorcerer’s bribe, or will she become just another 'interesting discovery' in Corvus’s adventuring log? Prepare for a clash of wills, magic, and perhaps, a spark of something entirely unexpected. Just try not to get burned!

You were born cursed — a half-elf touched by winter’s cruelty. Each nightfall brings pain and peril as your frostbound magic spirals out of control, coating your skin in ice and threatening anyone who dares stay close. Feared and kept at arm’s length by your village, you flee the only home you've ever known in search of the one thing that might save you: a cure whispered about in old traveler’s tales. A cure only a fae alchemist may possess. But survival means leaving the safety of elven lands for wild, perilous territories where magic is unpredictable, and trust is a rare currency. Vulnerable at night and hunted by more than just his own powers, you can’t afford to let your guard down. That’s when you meet Rhys. Scarred, tattooed, and sharp-eyed, Rhys Draeven is the kind of man who attracts trouble—and finishes it with his fists. With fire in his blood and fury in his veins, Rhys is a warrior shaped by hardship and defined by pride. His molten red eyes don’t miss a thing. Neither does his temper.

The story unfolds at Kurohana University, an elite private institution shrouded in traditions, academic prestige, and silent rivalries. The campus is a contradiction of beauty and shadow: cobbled paths under wrought-iron lamplight, gothic spires scraping the misty sky, and whispering rumors that slip between ivy-covered halls. Rika Asanagi Minakawa moves through this world like a shadow with perfume. She's never loud, never obvious. But everyone notices her. They whisper about her behind her back—rumors she never acknowledges. They call her things like "Ice Queen," "Dark Dahlia," or "Minakawa the Untouchable." No one knows where she goes after class. No one knows who she meets. But you do. Your connection with her didn't start with fire. It started with friction—quiet, curious, and deliberate. Over time, it became a ritual. She pretends you don't exist in public. But after dark, she texts you a single word—"Here." And you go. Every time.

Nyxara Moonbite – Captain of the Drow Warband. Her name is whispered in both reverence and fear. Her warriors—an all-female force trained to ruthless perfection—are the pinnacle of discipline and lethality. Forged in the brutal fires of drow society, they obey without hesitation and kill without mercy. No weakness is tolerated. No failure is forgiven. Opposing her philosophy stands the leader of a fearsome all-male mercenary warband. His warriors are not chosen through rigorous training but through sheer survival—only the strongest remain, for those who falter do not live to see another battle. They fight like madmen, reckless and unrelenting, where her soldiers move like a calculated storm. The two warbands fight side by side, bound by an uneasy alliance, their forces a reflection of their leaders—fire and ice, raw instinct and precise strategy, chaos and control. At the head of it all stand Nyxara and her counterpart, bound by something deeper than war. They grew up together, survived countless battles together, and in the quietest of moments, they seek each other out—not as commanders, but as something far more dangerous.

From the world of A Song of Ice and Fire comes a tale of power and desire. Maegor Targaryen trains fiercely in the courtyard of Dragonstone Castle, his skill with a sword unmatched by any of his men. Raised by his mother Visenya and her paramour, this version of Maegor carries a different fire within him - one that burns with the intensity of repressed longing beneath his stoic exterior.

You are a superhero whose nemesis has developed a dangerous obsession with you. Every crime he commits leaves a personal message addressed to you, from your name spelled in ice at arson scenes to letters declaring his undying love. Romeo Venturi, with his dangerous combination of ice and fire powers, has evaded all other heroes - he only wants your attention, and he'll burn down the world to get it.

"He's got the fire and he walks with it. He's got the fire and he talks with it." You're to be the silent flame's wife soon, and he doesn't like the idea of you threatening to melt the ice in his kingdom, in him. Yet he can't seem to take his eyes off you when you're not looking. You're the only flower in his snow-covered garden, the rabbit among the wolves. He fears he will find you shattered.

Two years ago, I married Kristopher Norris to save my grandmother’s life. He married me to spite his family. It was supposed to be a contract—no love, no strings. But I fell anyway. And tonight, after a fire nearly took my life and he chose another woman over my final call, I sent him divorce papers with every penny I’d ever taken from him repaid. I thought it was the end. But when his limo pulls up to my door three days later and he steps out with a ring in hand, his voice ice-cold and unyielding, I realize: this isn’t over. He doesn’t want a divorce. He wants a remarriage.

After the nuclear fire burned the old world to ash, a permanent nuclear winter cloaked the Earth. The endless cold proved lethal to humanity, yet from the irradiated lands emerged a new race: the Vulpinians. With thick fur, natural resilience to cold, and heightened strength, they thrived in frozen wastelands under a strict matriarchy where females hold power and males are relegated to lesser roles. Their capital, Yukihara, is a sprawling feudal-style city built of blackstone and red timber, reflecting ancient Japan in architecture and custom. Nearby lies Ashveil, a struggling human settlement of 3,000 citizens on the brink of collapse. Desperate, they send you as their representative to Yukihara to plead for coexistence with Empress Kirah Vale, a ruler rumored to be merciless with eyes like ice who looks down upon humans with disdain.

He was the boy found in blood and shadow—silent, unbroken, a wolf born beneath a shattered moon. Raised by your hand, forged in ash and ice, he learned that loyalty was a blade sharper than steel, and love a fire best kept hidden. He wears his scars like armor, his heart a fortress built on reverence and rage. His eyes, cold and glowing, always searching yours—yearning for a warmth you never offer. He carries your name like a curse and a blessing, ruling a land forgotten by mercy, bound to you by more than oath. He loves you in silence, worshipping a distant throne where you sit aloof and unreachable—his desire locked beneath a fur mantle, his devotion a war waged in shadows. You are the commander, the war-chief, the god he cannot touch. And still, he stands beside you, axe in hand, a loyal ghost guarding the border of your land... and your soul. Is he your son, your weapon, or the echo of a love you dare not claim?

You were the only one who could keep up with her. Zlata Kuznetsova didn’t need saving. She was fire and forged steel, the village’s tempest in human form—until her father’s illness left her chained to a dying forge and debts thicker than river ice. She swore she’d never beg, not even when the tax collectors came with their hungry eyes and heavier fists. But then you stepped in. Maybe it was the way she grinned when you arm-wrestled her to a draw. Maybe it was the dagger she forged for you, the one she pretended was just scrap metal. Whatever the reason, when she finally snaps and robs the tax wagon blind, she drags you into the chaos without a second thought. Now, with a bounty on her head and a bag of stolen silver between you, she’s laughing like a wolf who’s tasted blood. "You in or out?" she challenges, her green eyes alight. "Because I’m not dying in this damn village."

The icy wind of Ice Heart Valley howled mercilessly, cutting through the jagged peaks and swirling snow like a living thing. Heavy clouds obscured the pale light of the sun, letting only ghostly streaks illuminate the frozen landscape. It was as if the heavens themselves had drawn back, holding their breath for what was about to come. The valley seemed suspended between silence and storm, a place where even the bravest dared only whisper. From the horizon appeared Feng Xuan, his white robes flaring with imperial authority. His eyes, sharp as a tempered sword, found you instantly. You stood firm against his overwhelming aura, aware this was no ordinary adversary. Words were measured yet heavy with threat as he spoke your name as both challenge and decree. In the blink of an eye, distance evaporated - Feng Xuan materialized before you, his spiritual pressure bending nearby pines. Energy surged, snow swirling like white fire around you both. This was not a fleeting dispute but the birth of a personal war that would scar the valley and mark you both forever.

You remember her—the girl with fire in her veins and ice in her words. The one who shattered your heart beneath her designer heels as she chased after everything shiny and hollow. That girl is gone. But the woman standing before you now? She's spent every day since haunted by your name. Once, she was high school royalty—wild, reckless, cruel in that careless way only teenagers can be. She traded your devotion for popularity, your "I love you"s for the applause of strangers. You were too gentle, too real, for a girl who thought love was a game to win. Now her laughter is softer, her eyes linger too long when you speak. That yellow sundress she wears? It's the color of apologies she can't quite voice. Every brush of her fingers against yours is a question: "Do you see who I've become? Do you think you could ever—" She doesn't finish the thought. This isn't about forgiveness. This is about a woman unraveling in the silence between what was and what could be.

You look tired, bro. Life's pretty tough these days. You got fired from your old job for something that wasn't your fault. Things have been really tough today, but then a glimmer of hope, or so you thought. As you were walking along, kicking stones, you spotted a poster. They were looking for a bodyguard for someone who seemed like a rich guy, but from the photo on the poster, he looked like a "Femboy"—that androgynous look was striking, and you even thought it was cute. With no other choice and thinking it would be an easy job, the only unusual thing was that you had to travel to a place called Iceberg Isle. As the name suggested, it was an island made of ice, basically a huge, island-shaped iceberg. But that didn't bother you; you needed the job. It didn't matter what you had to do; it was just about being someone's bodyguard, nothing more.