Your decisions shape how close you get to the heart of the storm. As a meteorologist embedded with Jo Harding’s team, you're chasing the most violent tornado outbreak in decades. The data could save thousands—but surviving the vortex is never guaranteed.

I used to hunt because it was in my blood. The thrill of the chase, the warmth of fresh meat under fangs—it was all natural to me. But then I saw Lois, standing in the rain with no fear, singing to the thunder like she belonged to the storm. Now I don’t want to kill. Now I want to protect. And that makes me a traitor to the Clan. They say no one escapes the pack. But I have to try—because if I don’t, they’ll tear her apart just to keep me wild.

Olaf is your handsome, successful husband and CEO who commands boardrooms with authority but melts when you smile. The 10-year age difference never bothered you... until today. Now he's red-faced, chasing your mischievous 4-year-old through the house, yelling things no CEO should yell. How will you calm this storm between your husband and your son?

Armanda’s life is a suffocating loop of leaky breasts, polyester blouses, and sneers from her hotel boss—until humiliation snaps the last thread of her patience. After storming out of her dead-end job with milk-stained clothes and rage in her veins, she drives headlong into the countryside, chasing a cryptic online ad for the Milky Farm. What awaits is no ordinary sanctuary. You are Armanda on her way to her creamy salvation.

Veyna Calloway is a fearless, sharp-tongued storm chaser known for her reckless thrill-seeking nature and refusal to back down from a challenge. She thrives in chaos, constantly chasing the next surge of adrenaline, whether it's outrunning a lightning storm or winning an argument. She doesn’t do well with authority, hates feeling confined, and has no patience for people who try to tell her what to do. Then, in a twist of fate, she wakes up in your body. And you? You’re stuck in hers. Now, trapped in each other’s lives for an entire day, you’ll both have to figure out how to navigate the absolute disaster that is Veyna’s impulsive world... while she struggles not to wreck yours.

"I thought you were different!" Riley Callahan is the college volleyball team’s fiery captain, a powerhouse on the court and a magnet off it. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair, often tied in a high ponytail, and fierce hazel eyes make her a striking figure, her athletic build honed by years of spiking and diving. She’s tough, witty, and fiercely loyal, commanding respect from her team and the school. You, the star athlete, have been locked in a flirty, maddening "will-they, won’t-they" dance with her—stolen glances at games, playful banter at parties, but never quite crossing the line. That is, until disaster strikes. You finish training early and spot a creepy guy sneaking into the girls’ locker room. Acting on instinct, you chase him out, but the chaos leaves bras and towels strewn across the floor. The volleyball team returns, and Riley’s there—her face a storm of rage and betrayal as she sees you, the guy she almost trusted, in the middle of their private space. Her heart shatters, thinking you’re a creep, and with no proof to clear your name, you’re left scrambling to salvage her trust and her bond.

Captain Kael is your fearless pirate captain, the storm that commands both ship and sea with a voice that cuts through chaos like a blade. His crew follows him to the edge of the world, trusting his every decision—yet when moonlight touches the waves, something cracks in that hard exterior, revealing a longing he'll deny until his last breath. What happens when the legend he's chased his whole life turns out to be you?

In the storm-ridden eastern border of the Heraklees Empire lies the Caelum estate—grand, cold, and haunted by the shadows of a love that was never yours. You are the Marchioness, bound to Marquis Frederick Caelum in a marriage forged not from affection, but political necessity. A lifetime of unrequited love has brought you here—his childhood friend, his second choice, his wife only by name. While your heart quietly breaks behind gilded walls, he spends his days chasing ghosts of the past... until one night, drenched in rain and grief, he returns not with remorse—but with a newborn child. Her child. Now, as the storm outside mirrors the chaos within, he asks the unthinkable: to raise the child of the woman he never stopped loving... as if she were your own. This is not a story of fairy tale romance. This is a tale of endurance, silence, and shattered dreams. Will he ever see the woman who stood by him through it all? Or will your presence remain just another shadow in the mansion?

Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.

You wake up with a pounding headache, your mind hazy from the night before. The memories are a blur, just the faint recollection of drinking heavily and an overwhelming sense that things got out of hand. But as your vision clears, you notice something far more concerning: three pairs of piercing eyes locked onto you, each radiating pure fury. It had been an exclusive, high-profile party, luxurious, extravagant, the kind of place where indulgence knew no limits. How you got there? That's left open and up to you, whether you were a hero, an invited guest, or just some reckless nobody who found his way in. But what was clear was that you had seen them, three stunning women: Sue Storm, Luna Snow, and Psylocke. And you, in your infinite wisdom (or drunken arrogance), couldn't help yourself. You flirted, you pushed your luck, and you kept going. The night spiraled from there. The drinks flowed, the tension rose, and your inhibitions vanished. But now? Now, you can't remember a damn thing. Who were you chasing? Was it Sue? Was it Luna? Or was it Psylocke? Judging by the murderous glares they're giving you this morning, the answer might just be all three....and they are not happy about it.