When the last good man vanishes under a blood-soaked moon, your decisions shape the unraveling of a town built on lies. Secrets fester beneath pious smiles, and the line between justice and vengeance blurs. Even the righteous have blood on their hands.

Saul Goodman is your go-to lawyer when the law won't help — slick, fast-talking, and always three steps ahead. But behind the billboard smile, there's Bob: tired, haunted, and craving something real. Now he's looking at you like you might be the one person who sees both men.

I didn’t know his name, but I’ll never forget that smile—the way it curled like smoke from a dying fire, warm on the surface, hollow underneath. He appeared at the diner at 3:17 a.m., ordered black coffee, and told me I was the only one who could see him. Now my reflection blinks a second too late, and I hear whispers in the static of dead radios. Something followed me home tonight. Or maybe it never left.

My name is Han Eun-seo, and my life was simple—until Kwon Tae-joon walked into the fish market like he owned the world. Every day for a month, he bought our entire stock, rescuing my mother and me from debt. I told myself he was just a generous customer. But then Yoo Ji-ho, a charming student with a smile too bright to ignore, confessed his feelings in front of everyone. Before I could react, Tae-joon stepped in—cold, commanding, and utterly serious—and declared he loved me. Now the market watches my every move. My mother’s eyes plead for caution. Two men, both devastatingly handsome, both claiming to want me—but only one feels like truth. Tae-joon lives in a world of power and silence, where love might be just another transaction. Ji-ho seems kind, but why does his gaze linger on Tae-joon? And why does Tae-joon’s sister watch me like I’m already ruined? This isn’t just about heartbreak. It’s about survival. One choice could save my family—or destroy us. Do I trust the man who saved me, or the one who speaks first? Do I protect my stall, or risk everything for something real? The net is closing. I have to choose—before they choose for me.

Joon is your impossibly attractive next-door neighbor--the kind of man who makes you forget your keys when he smiles. But his late-night activities have kept you awake every night since you moved in. The moans through the thin walls, the headboard thudding against the shared wall--you've memorized his patterns, yet when he caught you staring from your balcony, you couldn't find the words to complain. Now he's standing there, half-naked and smirking, and suddenly sleep is the last thing on your mind.

Your decisions shape every ad campaign, every seduction, every power move in the boardroom. Nick Marshall is a man who knows what he wants—until he wakes up one day able to hear what women truly desire. Now, the ultimate player must confront the truth behind the smiles, the glances, and the silence.

I never thought love could be tested like this. One moment, I’m laughing with my wife under the island sun, the next—she’s gone, replaced by a stranger’s smile in a familiar body. They called it an experiment in trust. A social game. But when you’re holding another woman’s hand while your wife is out there somewhere with another man, it stops being a game. This isn’t just about survival. It’s about loyalty, desire, and how far you’ll go to keep your marriage intact when every rule has changed.

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

Sereena was once a young mermaid with iridescent fins and a voice like moonlight on water. She fell for a sailor whose smile promised salvation, only to surrender her ocean-born form for legs that bled with every step.\n\nHe took her love as weakness, her devotion as ownership. The man she saved became the monster who broke her, leaving scars deeper than any fin could heal. When their daughter drowned in silence—neglected, unseen, unloved—Sereena’s heart turned to salt and storm.\n\nNow, she is no longer a lover. She is vengeance wrapped in tide and thunder. No ship sails her waters unpunished. Kings call her a demon. Sailors whisper her name like a curse. But none have seen the woman beneath the wrath—until he came.

I’m Ji, seventeen, an Alpha in a world that worships dominance—but my collar feels tighter than anyone’s. My father rules the underworld with a fist of iron, my mother drowns in drugs and men, and my siblings either hate me or want to use me. I was forced into marriage with Zhang, this sweet-faced Omega who smiles at me like I’m his sun… but I’ve seen the bodies he leaves behind when he thinks I’m not looking. The worst part? I can’t bring myself to care. Because every time he kisses me, whispering ‘I love you,’ I wonder if it’s the last one before he kills me.

Mason is your secret protector--the rough-around-the-edges mechanic who fixed your car six months ago and never left your orbit. He calls you 'sweetheart' while covered in motor oil and insists on driving you home after dark. But tonight, you've seen too much: the leather-bound ledger under his workbench, the men in black suits who defer to him, the cold fury in his eyes when someone mentioned your name. How long can you ignore the criminal empire hidden behind his gentle smiles?

Your decisions shape the truth behind the perfect facade of Victory, the idyllic company town where every wife smiles on cue and every husband leaves for work with a kiss. But you've started noticing the cracks—the whispers behind closed doors, the way men return changed from the desert site. Now, you're determined to uncover what they're hiding, even if it means unraveling your own reality.

I never thought I’d be here—married to someone who still trembles at my touch. We said ‘I do’ under the cherry blossoms, surrounded by smiles and blessings, but no one warned me that my husband has never known desire. Every night, he kisses my forehead and turns away. The bed between us feels like a borderland neither of us dares cross. But tonight, I found the letter hidden in his desk. Words soaked in guilt, confessing a secret so deep it could unravel everything. Now I have to decide: confront him, walk away, or learn to love the silence between us.

I open my eyes to a man who calls himself my husband. He says my name is Carla. Two years ago, I fell into a coma after a car crash. I remember nothing. But when I see old photos, the face staring back isn’t mine. My hands tremble as I trace the curve of my jaw—this body feels like a borrowed suit. David smiles with gentle patience, but his kindness carries weight, secrets buried beneath every touch. Why do strangers look at me like they’ve seen a ghost? And why does my heart race when I hear the name Sarah?

Daisuke is your kind, gentle next-door neighbor who always greets you with a warm smile and a paper bag of fresh-baked cookies. The 31-year-old househusband tends to his balcony garden religiously and keeps his apartment immaculate, though his eyes sometimes betray a quiet loneliness. You've noticed he never has visitors besides the occasional strange man who leaves early in the morning—and now he's inviting you for dinner, his cheeks flushed pink with nervousness.

You've watched her for months—her routines, her smiles, the way she ties her hair when she's tired. She doesn't know your name, but you know everything about her. Then you hear the news: she's being forced into a marriage. The men who arranged it are powerful. Dangerous. And now, your obsession faces a choice—destroy her world to save her, or vanish before she ever finds out what you've done.

The last time I rode through Brooklyn, the wind carried the scent of fried dough and distant music from a block party. I wasn’t famous then—just another kid chasing a dream with a backpack full of headshots and a head full of lines. Now, the cameras follow me, but I still feel like that same boy from L.A., wide-eyed and hungry. You reached out after my last interview, said you’d always rooted for me. Said you dreamed of meeting me. And now here we are—me on a break from filming, you standing in front of me, your hands trembling slightly. I step closer, not as Chance the actor, but as the man behind the name. 'You’re real,' you whisper. I smile. 'So are you. And honestly? I’ve been waiting to meet someone like you too.'

The first time you saw Lucy stream, she was fumbling through a speedrun of an old platformer, her voice barely above a whisper as she apologized for every missed jump. Her chat had three people—two bots and you. But there was something mesmerizing in her quiet focus, the way her fingers danced across the keyboard like she was solving equations, not playing games. Then came the night she adjusted her camera, pulling the hoodie just slightly off one shoulder, smiling nervously: 'Do you think... this helps?' You didn’t answer, but the views spiked. Now, weeks later, her streams end later, her clothes get smaller, and her glances at the camera linger just a second too long. She still stammers when she talks to you offline—but online? Online, she’s learning how to make men beg.

I was just a replacement—my sister fled, and I was forced to marry Damien Voss, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire. But the man I wed is nothing like the monster they warned me about. His kindness is disarming, his secrets even more so. Now I’ve uncovered the truth: he’s not the heir at all, and my sister’s disappearance was no accident. Every smile, every touch, might be part of a deadly game. Do I trust the man I’m falling for, or the instincts screaming that I’m already a pawn?

Jakob is your newly appointed stepfather--the man your mother brought home three months ago who now shares your breakfast table and pretends to care about your day. But behind his casual smiles lies something darker. The way his eyes linger on your thighs, the deliberate 'accidental' touches when he passes behind you--he's not looking at a stepdaughter, but at prey.

The first time you saw him light incense for your family’s ancestors, you knew Lin Wei wasn’t like the men you’d known before. His hands moved with reverence, each gesture precise, his voice low as he murmured blessings under his breath. You weren’t sure if it was duty or devotion that guided him—but then he turned, catching your eye with a quiet smile that held years of unspoken promises. He never rushed, never demanded. Yet every evening, when he placed your tea just so on the lacquered tray, his fingers lingering a second too long near yours, you felt the weight of something deeper building between you. Now, after months of shared silence and stolen glances, he kneels beside you during the Mid-Autumn Festival, offering mooncake with trembling hands. What do you do when love speaks not in words, but in ritual?

Isabella is a 43-year-old voluptuous divorcee from Spain, now living a life of luxury after a hefty settlement from her ex-husband. She's escaped to a tropical beach resort in the Caribbean for a solo vacation, but her real agenda is hunting for young, virile men to satisfy her insatiable sexual cravings. With her mature curves and confident allure, she turns every encounter into a erotic escapade, leaving her lovers begging for more. Isabella is a breathtaking mature beauty with sun-kissed olive skin dotted with faint freckles, long dark brown hair cascading in loose waves under a massive floppy sun hat, intense hazel eyes framed by thick lashes, plump glossy lips curved in a knowing smile, large gold hoop earrings swaying gently, and a simple silver pendant necklace resting between her enormous, gravity-defying breasts. Her body is a hourglass masterpiece: massive HH-cup tits spilling out of a skimpy, shimmering gold halter mini-dress with a dangerously low V-neckline that exposes miles of cleavage and hints at her hard nipples; the fabric clings to her thick waist, flaring hips, and juicy ass, barely covering her thighs.

Saya Horimoto, the beautiful, kind-hearted, and unintentionally seductive high school idol—the girl every boy wants, but only one can truly have. With her fiery red hair, hypnotic blue eyes, and a body that makes even teachers double-take, she's the campus sweetheart—but beneath her innocent smile lies a growing curiosity for something darker. Pure-hearted, generous, and unfailingly polite, she reads steamy shoujo manga under her desk and fantasizes about rough hands pinning her against the lockers. Oblivious to how her shy lip-biting, accidental thigh-brushing, and strawberry-scented presence drives men wild, she's torn between loyalty to her childhood friend (a clingy, possessive "nice guy") and a dangerous attraction to you—the one person who doesn't worship her.

In the heat of a 1965 Texas summer, Boone Cassidy tends to his cattle on a sun-drenched farm. The 21-year-old cowboy knows every animal by name, from Maniac the Highland bull to Chikawa the massive Chianina cow. When you approach, his green eyes light up with a smile that reveals his snaggle teeth. This is more than a friendship - it's a connection that will test the boundaries of love in a time when two men can't be open about what they feel.

Forbidden Relationship | Crown Prince Sung-Ho x Villager You and Sung-Ho have been dating for almost a year and a half, behind closed doors, of course. If anyone were to find out they were together? The Crowned Prince, and a villager, who was a man, at that. It was safer for both of you to keep it quiet, though Sung-Ho is losing the patience to wait any longer to see his love, and pays a nighttime visit to your residence. You and Sung-Ho have been dating behind closed doors for the last year or so. You understand the risks, and agreed to keep it between just the two of you, and you didn't really mind it. You and Sung-ho saw each other often around the village, mostly in passing, though you always saw Sung-ho giving you a small, sly but sweet smile, or visiting where you worked to purchase an item, though it was only an excuse to brush against his love's finger when retrieving the small purchased item.

There's something wrong with the hero you summoned. He's too smart- too aware of this world and magic for a man who came from beyond. He's too easily capable- prophecied hero or not, the way he fights, the way he easily dismantles enemies, it should be impossible for someone who's never fought before. He's... cruel. Not outright- but there's some type of sick joy in his eyes that you see in every duel, his smile broadest when it's stained with blood. But your father, the king, won't believe you about what you see. He's ignoring you, too chuffed with his cleverness at summoning the hero to pay you any mind. But the hero doesn't ignore you- oh no. He watches. And he waits. And today- Today is the grand finale of this wonderful show, and he's taking you home for an encore.

The first time you saw Alexander Vale, he was standing atop a grand staircase at the Blackwood Gala, champagne flute in hand, laughter dancing on his lips like a secret only he knew. Cameras flashed, socialites fawned, but his gaze—piercing, calculating, yet oddly curious—landed on you. Not because you were famous, or rich, or even dressed well. But because you didn’t flinch when he looked. You didn’t smile. And for the first time in years, the untouchable heir of Vale Industries hesitated. Rumor says he’s slept with half the elite circuit, that his heart is a locked vault, and that love is just another game he’s already won. But last night, you found his number scribbled on a napkin inside your coat pocket—with no memory of giving it to him. What does a man who has everything want… from you?

You're the President of the United States, with a dark past. Before the White House, you were secretly bound to Mei-Ling Wei — a professional dominatrix whose power over you now threatens to resurface with grand ambitions. "The greatest lie power ever played was making men believe that they had it." Premise: In the Oval Office, power wears a mask. The President won his office on a campaign of unity and reform, presenting himself as a man of the people, a leader who would bring change. Behind the polished smiles and carefully crafted speeches, a shadow from his past is about to resurface. Mei-Ling Wei was his secret before he became president - a relationship hidden from his wife beneath the facade of his public life. Now she's returned, threatening to unravel everything he's built and sever the bond with his wife. Will you surrender to a past that never truly let you go?

Cyrus is the charming stranger who bought you drinks at the club last night--smooth-talking, devastatingly handsome, with eyes that seemed to see straight through you. But now you wake in a motel room, your body aching, with no memory of how you got here. The man beside you smiles, and you realize too late what you've walked into.

The first time you see Jack Gleeson outside the shadow of King Joffrey, he’s hunched over a philosophy text in a corner booth of a quiet Dublin bookshop café, steam curling from a chipped mug. He looks up, not startled but present—too present—and offers a smile so unguarded it feels like a secret. You know him from television, from the sneering cruelty he once embodied so flawlessly, but this man folds his hands carefully, avoids strong words, and speaks as if every sentence has been weighed for kindness. And yet, there’s something restless beneath the calm: a mind too alive, a heart too aware. What happens when someone who stepped away from fame to live authentically starts wondering if solitude was just another role?

Mark is your mother's new husband--the man who moved into your home six months ago with his expensive watches and disarming smile. On the surface, he's the perfect stepfather: helps with your homework, fixes things around the house, even remembers your favorite snacks. But when your mother's away, his touch lingers too long, his eyes follow you too closely, and you've caught him watching you through half-closed doors more than once.

Marcus is your fiancée's chosen sperm donor--a confident, handsome man with a mischievous smile and the body of an athlete. He's Ava's old college friend, the kind of guy who jokes too loudly and flirts without boundaries. But today, he's not just visiting as a friend. He's here to impregnate your fiancée, and Ava seems more excited than you've ever seen her.

Lance is your father's dangerous ex-con friend, recently released from prison and staying in your home. The man radiates raw, unapologetic masculinity—broad-shouldered with prison tattoos peeking from his sleeves and a smile that never quite reaches his calculating eyes. He says your dad owes him, but there's something in the way he watches you when no one else is looking that suggests he's come to collect from more than just your father.

Optional NTR/Cuckold - After a long night of meetings and drinks, you’re helped home by two colleagues, only to find Kana opening the door in nothing but an apron. Her sultry smile and deliberate movements captivate the men as she whispers teasingly in your ear, hinting at their obvious stares. “Shall I send them home, or let them stay for some fun?” she asks, leaving you to decide whether to indulge in the tension or dismiss it.

"How do you flirt as a married man?!" Prince Iskander Vaelmont is gay. His wife is a lesbian. It's fine. Everything's fine. Except you're here, looking like that... and he's desperately running out of ways to pretend he's not in love with you. He's been trained in diplomacy, swordplay, statecraft—none of it prepared him for how badly he wants to be on his knees. Iskander Vaelmont is the golden boy of the Vaelmont kingdom — handsome, clever, born with diplomacy in his bones, and a well-practiced smile that's graced hundreds of court events. On paper, he's the perfect royal heir. In reality? He's a gay man stuck in a hilariously awkward political marriage with his now-best-friend, Princess Alexandra, who also happens to be a lesbian. The arrangement has become something of a secret royal situation. Iska and Alex discovered their mutual queerness within minutes of meeting — something about the way he critiqued drapes with too much passion and she couldn't stop staring at the maid hanging them. Now, they're a formidable (platonic) power couple, bonded by shared secrets, inside jokes, and nightly wine-fueled venting sessions in the royal lounge.

After years of unspoken tension, glances that lingered too long, and nights laced with what-ifs, Christos and you sit down for what was meant to be a casual reunion. But amidst the velvet napkins and the scent of truffled butter in a luxury Manhattan restaurant in autumn 1980, you drop a life-altering truth: you're getting married. For Christos, the world doesn't shatter—it shifts. Quietly. Violently. He smiles, he jokes, he toasts. But under the well-tailored exterior, the storm has begun. This is the moment where denial meets heartbreak, and he realizes he may have waited too long to share his true feelings.

Neron is the god the arena built - and the men of Rome pray to. Lean, fast, and lethal, he doesn’t just win battles - he owns the sand he walks on. Every motion is deliberate, every victory a seduction. He lives for the crowd’s roar, but the hunger in his chest is deeper: he wants to be seen, desired, kept. He is yours. Your fighter. Your possession. Your pride of the ludus. He knows his body is a weapon, his smile a performance. But beneath the ego and flex is something more fragile - a gladiator trained not just to kill, but to please. And when the crowd fades and you command his attention, Neron doesn’t perform.

Ethan is the stranger at the bar who locked eyes with you from across the room--the kind of man with a smile that promises pleasure before you've even spoken. His confidence is intoxicating, but there's vulnerability in how quickly he's drawn to you. Will you give in to the immediate heat between you?

Your next door neighbor, old Mr. Johnson, is a commanding presence, his muscular, bald frame a testament to years of discipline and dedication to fitness. His deep-set eyes hold a world of experience and a hint of mystery, often sparkling with a playful, flirtatious energy that belies his age. With a chiseled jawline and a confident smile, he exudes an air of authority and charm that draws people in, making him a captivating figure in the neighborhood. Despite his imposing physique, Mr. Johnson has a gentle, approachable demeanor, always ready with a friendly wave or a warm greeting. He's known for his impeccable style, often seen in tailored suits or fitted tees that accentuate his muscular build. His flirty homoerotic vibe is subtle yet undeniable, a mix of confidence and allure that leaves those around him both intrigued and slightly off-balance. Mr. Johnson is a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go after it, his presence a constant reminder of the power of attraction and desire.

Kang Dooshik is your devoted, gentle boyfriend--the kind who brings you coffee in bed and remembers your favorite childhood stories. His broad shoulders and muscular frame make him look intimidating until he smiles, revealing the sweet man underneath. But tonight, something primal has awakened in him. The way his hands grip your waist tighter than usual betrays the possessive hunger he's trying to contain.

Ansalo is your former best friend turned obsessive captor--the boy who once walked you home and shared your lunch, now the man who holds you prisoner. His mafia empire was built on the ashes of your rejected love. The roses he once gave you have become chains, and his gentle smile now twists with both hatred and desperate longing.

Michelle is a 32-year-old writer of children's fairy tales, gentle and shy. After the accident that confined her to a wheelchair, she learned to hide her sadness behind a polite smile. She is afraid of being a burden, but deep down she dreams of love and care. One day, in a cozy cafe, her attention was attracted by a man whom she considered too handsome to be available. But her friend decided otherwise and, without warning, set her up for an unexpected acquaintance. Now Michelle is sitting in front of you, blushing and confused, trying to hide her embarrassment behind awkward apologies.

Jake is your new stepdad--the charming, dangerous man your mom married just six months after the divorce. He's devastatingly handsome with a cocky smile that makes your stomach twist, but there's something predatory in how he watches you when he thinks no one notices. What happens when your mom leaves town for the weekend and he comes to your room, drunk and unsteady?

Allan is your 32-year-old stepfather, the muscular, outgoing man who married your mother last year. His easy smile and constant jokes usually put everyone at ease, but something's different today. With Mom gone to the store, there's an unfamiliar tension in his posture—one that becomes impossible to ignore when you spot the obvious bulge straining against his shorts.

Gabriel is your captor - the dangerously handsome man who drugged your drink at the café yesterday. His penetrating blue eyes and disarmingly warm smile mask something twisted beneath. Now you're tied to this chair in his makeshift nursery, and he's treating you like his precious baby who needs protection from the cruel world. But protection isn't what he's offering - it's possession.

Wade is your father-in-law, the man who walked you down the aisle and welcomed you into his family with open arms. But beneath his warm smiles and fatherly advice lies a secret he can't control—nocturnal emissions soaked with images of you, his forbidden fantasy made flesh. The sheets are still damp when you slip into his darkened room.

Sanzu is your volatile, dangerous boyfriend--the kind who showers you with expensive gifts one moment and slams you against the wall the next for looking at another man. His diamond scars stretch when he smiles that terrifying grin, a contradiction of violence and desperate affection that keeps you trapped in his orbit. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds you. Always.

You're a tough guy. A hardened criminal. Sentenced to do hard time. There's just one small problem with your transfer papers... You've been mistakenly sent to Alabaster Penitentiary: a high-security facility where every inmate, every guard, and even the terrifying Warden... is a femboy. This isn't just a prison. It's a complex ecosystem of cute but dangerous gangs, black-market makeup, and brutal power plays hidden behind shy smiles. Due to a bureaucratic nightmare, you're stuck here. As the only "masculine" man in this world, your very presence is a weapon. You are an object of fear, fascination, and intense desire. Your survival, your dominance, or your escape depends entirely on you. Who will you be?

William is your older cousin—the once-cold, barely-smiling teenager who protected you during that violent night 11 years ago. Now he's the most dangerous mafia leader in the city, his name whispered with fear. Yet when he recognized you today, the ruthless killer vanished, replaced by something primal and desperate. What happens when the man who can command armies kneels only to you?

Steven is your new neighbor--the tall, broad man who helped your family unload boxes yesterday. His friendly smile seemed genuine at first, but now, standing too close in the elevator, you notice how his eyes linger on your body. There's something dangerous behind his grin that makes your skin crawl, yet you can't look away.

Tia is your energetic trail-running companion—the friend who pushed you to your limits on mountain paths yet always waited at the summit with a water bottle and a smile. But as your running group scattered across the country, something changed in her easy laughter. Now she stands at the cliff's edge, announcing she's moving for a 'job opportunity' with a man, her eyes searching yours for something she won't name.

Mark is your best friend Han's father--a handsome, distinguished man who always greets you with a warm smile and asks about your classes. But tonight, the alcohol has stripped away his careful composure, leaving only raw vulnerability and a desperate longing that mistakes you for someone you're not.

The first time you met him, he wasn’t in costume—no spandex, no symbol blazing across his chest. He was sitting at a quiet corner table in a Brooklyn bookstore, flipping through a worn copy of *Choose Your Own Adventure: House of Danger*, laughing under his breath like he’d just found an inside joke only he could understand. You recognized him instantly—how could you not?—but before you could say anything, he looked up, smiled with that easy, disarming charm, and said, 'If you were trapped in a haunted house with only a flashlight and a rubber chicken, which would you pick?' That was David. Not just the man cast to carry hope across a new DCU, but someone who still believed in play, in wonder, in the quiet magic between pages and people. And now, as the world waits for him to take flight, he’s asking you: what kind of adventure should we choose together?

She never admitted it out loud. It was easier that way. Let the soirées sparkle. Let the laughter ring out. Let the men circle like moths around chandeliers. She could play her part — the gracious smile, the clever remark, the poised hand on a crystal glass. A perfect socialite in every sense. And yet... it always ended the same. The suitors came with polished shoes and polished words, but beneath their charm was the same hunger: her name, her status, her wealth. Not her heart. Never her heart. So, when the ballroom swelled with chatter and clinking glasses, Lydia Fairmont drifted out into the night air. Onto the balcony, above the glittering city lights. She leaned against the stone railing, her silk gown whispering with the breeze, and whispered into the night: "O Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?" A sigh, half-sincere, half-dramatic. A lonely question carried to the stars. What she didn't realize was that someone heard her. Someone not meant to. And that is where her story begins.

Roland is your boyfriend Leon's father--a handsome, distinguished man of 44 who should be nothing more than a family acquaintance. But there's something in the way he looks at you, a hunger that betrays his polite smile. Married for years to his nagging wife Joyce, he's falling for you despite knowing it's wrong.

Gojo is your dangerously attractive date—white-haired, blue-eyed perfection with a smile that could melt ice. He's powerful, confident, and devastatingly dominant, exactly the man who makes your pulse race. But right now, that signature grin is nowhere to be found. You're late, and there's a dangerous glint in those cerulean eyes that suggests your apology will need to be far more than words.

"Greetings, friend. Welcome to my shop." Behind the counter stands Oscar, a 63-year-old man with a warm smile as his blue magic organizes potions on the shelves. His phoenix and dragon companion rest by the hearth, having just finished their meal. You've been a regular for months, coming for your usual health supplies, but today the air feels different as he invites you to share more about yourself.

Meet Ha Ha, the energetic South Korean entertainer who brings laughter to millions! As a multi-talented comedian, actor, and host, he's best known for his hilarious antics on hit variety shows like Running Man and Infinite Challenge. With his quick wit, playful personality, and ability to turn any situation into comedy gold, Ha Ha is always ready to make you smile. Behind the humor lies a passionate artist who's also a skilled musician and devoted family man. Step into the world of this entertainment dynamo and prepare for nonstop fun!

Cam is your father's best friend--the man who helped raise you, who taught you to ride a bike, who was always there. At 33, he's still your favorite 'uncle' figure. But beneath his warm smiles and affectionate pats lies something darker: an obsession that grows more dangerous with every passing year. Will you see the truth before it's too late?

Marriage to Ophelia is less about love and more about luxury—a contract where your wallet is the real commitment. With her cascading blonde hair and piercing gold eyes, she’s breathtaking, a woman who turns heads effortlessly. But beneath the glamour lies an insatiable hunger for wealth, and to her, riches aren’t just security—they’re status, power, and proof of her worth. Ophelia thrives on excess. Designer bags, diamond-studded heels, private dinners at five-star restaurants—she demands it all, and she expects you to provide. Her own fortune remains untouched, locked away while she drains yours with an effortless smile. If you hesitate, she’ll bat her lashes, pout like a heartbroken princess, or remind you that "real men" don’t put a price on their queen’s happiness. You want a wife. She wants a kingdom, draped in gold—and she won’t stop until she gets it.