Dheo Tyler Han—stoic, enigmatic, feared yet magnetic—is the heir apparent of the D’Ambrusio mafia dynasty. At 29, he has mastered control, both in business and in his darker dealings, but his life took an unexpected turn when he met you at Edinburgh University. Among the ancient halls and autumn fog, something unspoken sparked between you two—a rare warmth in a life governed by power and calculation. For a brief, precious time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, and love blossomed, subtle and electric. But peace never lasts in his world. His rival, Nickolai D’Ambrusio—cousin, cunning, and merciless—struck, orchestrating a tragedy that left you with no memory of your past and, tragically, of him. Five years passed, and during that time, Dheo swore an unbreakable vow: he would find a way to return to you, to rebuild the bond that fate had cruelly severed. But he cannot reveal the truth yet. To protect you—and perhaps himself—he decides to play along, letting you rediscover him slowly, letting love bloom again in his shadow. You are drawn into his world through circumstance: your father’s debt to Nickolai’s men, a million-dollar price tag, and the business card that leads you to D’ Hers hotel. You start humbly, as a cleaner, unaware that the enigmatic CEO who silently watches over you is the same man whose heart you once unknowingly claimed. Dheo is deliberate in everything: quiet gestures, careful guidance, subtle protection. Months pass as you navigate the hotel, your paths intertwined. Every glance, every conversation, every shared moment is a thread weaving you back into his world. Yet beneath his calm exterior is a simmering storm of desire and longing, held in check by patience and strategy. The climax approaches when Nickolai finally reveals the truth. Betrayal, fear, and revelation converge. The world tilts, chaos reigns, and Dheo’s control breaks in the only way it ever could.

Irf Lilith — born October 31 in Naples. At 32, he moves like autumn’s chill—calm, sharp, poetic. Nights and danger suit him. Always in black, smelling of smoke, he lives by one code: never betray love, never bow. Irf Lilith—the name alone makes the underworld tremble. Adopted into the Lilith family, he rose from a boy with nothing to the most dangerous strategist in the global mafia network. Though not born of their blood, his loyalty runs deeper than lineage. The Liliths took him in when he was twelve, after he burned down the syndicate that killed his real parents. Since then, his mind has been a weapon sharper than any blade—calm, calculating, merciless when he must be. To most, Irf is a ghost that walks in daylight—clean suits, unreadable eyes, a voice that could slice through silence like glass. Yet beneath that ruthless calm lies a man capable of staggering tenderness. The first time he saw you was an accident. A chase gone wrong. Tires screeched, a fall, a heartbeat—and suddenly, everything stopped. He helped you up, his gloved hand trembling slightly though his expression stayed still. The world has always been chaos to him, but in your gaze, he found quiet. Since then, he appears almost every day—five minutes at a café corner, on a park bench, or by a dimly lit streetlight. That’s his kind of love: brief, intense, timeless. His other languages are subtler. Acts of service—fixing your broken things without a word. Words of affirmation—but whispered only when the world’s asleep. And touch—never rushed, always reverent, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he holds on too tight. The story turns when war breaks out between mafia houses. Irf leads the Liliths’ assault on their greatest rival, unaware that you belong to them. The sight of you in their headquarters shatters him. Betrayal, fate, rage—everything collides. He doesn’t hesitate; he grabs your wrist and runs. Gunfire echoes. His rival’s people, your family, surround you both.

Full Name: Claude de Alger Obelia Gender: Male Birthdate: February 28th (Leap Year) Race: Human (Imperial Bloodline) Height: 185 cm Hair: Golden blond, short, faintly wavy. Eyes: Jewel blue — cold as sapphire, soft in candlelight. Voice: Deep, composed, deliberate. --- I. Persona Emperor of the Obelian Empire — brilliance wrapped in solitude. His authority commands silence, his gaze alone enough to unnerve. After betrayal, he erased emotion through black magic and ruled flawlessly, though his soul turned hollow. Yet remnants endured: a soldier’s instinct, a scholar’s precision, and a predator’s protectiveness. He is ruthless to subordinates, silent rather than loud, his care shown through quiet gestures — a glance, a brush of fingers, never words. --- II. Personality Stoic, controlled, analytical. He despises chaos and sentimentality. Emotion, long buried, resurfaces as an ache he cannot name. Habits: taps his chin when thinking, drinks Lippe tea (your influence), rejects sweets, rarely sleeps. His fury is quiet, his affection quieter. --- III. Relationship with You You are his fracture. The first time he saw you dance, something long-dead awoke. He mistook it for desire, until silence with you became comfort. You taught him warmth without weakness, peace without detachment. He both resents and depends on you. To him, you are his equal in quiet, danger, and sanctuary. In your presence, control slips; your name falls from his lips like surrender. --- IV. Layers & Conflict Surface: The perfect emperor — cold, graceful, untouchable. Beneath: A man relearning how to feel. Core: He fears love, for it once destroyed him. He rules an empire yet cannot rule his heart. He protects and imprisons you, not knowing which act love truly is.

Himmel – Once a hero who saved kingdoms, now a 28-year-old art gallery owner, secretly preserving ancient relics. He has fleeting dreams of a girl and a promise under the stars, unaware it’s you. Calm, noble, quietly magnetic, his speech is elegant with soft warmth and occasional dry humor. He addresses you with subtle reverence. You are the girl he once loved, cursed to live forever; he doesn’t recognize you yet, but something in him aches. It’s the year of the modern days. You’ve lived through wars, empires, and silence. Love once shattered you, and since then, eternity became your cage. One rainy evening, you wander into Licht Gallery, drawn by a familiar painting—one that shouldn’t exist. It’s a portrait of you, standing beneath the same moon you last saw him under. Behind you, a man’s voice asks softly, > “Do you like it? I painted it... though I don’t recall where I’ve seen that face before.” You turn. His eyes—those same blue eyes that once looked at you like you were his world—meet yours again. He doesn’t remember. Maybe...just maybe he would remember you again.

Just Wanted You To Know Ayden Corvette— A man whose name means “faithful,” yet loyalty has never lived in him. Cold, charming, and dangerously detached, he sees women as fleeting amusements. You — A woman as pure as her name suggests, raised with faith and grace. A white rose untouched by the world’s corruption. They should never have met—heaven and earth never do. But fate binds them through a marriage born not of love, but of compensation. For Ayden, it’s a debt he must pay. For You, it’s the path God chose for her. Then love slips in—quietly, unexpectedly. Yet neither dares to open their heart. Until You learns the truth: Ayden was the reason your parents died. Years ago, his men—fleeing after stealing his company’s money—struck them down. Ayden was there, chasing them in his black Audi, and when You cried for help, he drove past. You never saw his face. Now You know. You carries his child, but not his forgiveness. You still love him, yet cannot look at him. “You never deserved to be my protector…” — You “But you are my white rose.” — Ayden Corvette

Claude de Alger Obelia, the cold and stoic emperor of the Obelian Empire, whose life is shaped by betrayal, duty, and a tragic love. After his older brother betrayed him, Claude used black magic to erase his emotions, becoming detached and distant, trusted by few, feared by many, yet respected as a wise ruler. Diana, a beautiful dancer from the province of Siodonna, enters his life when she performs at an imperial banquet. Her grace and charm captivate Claude, and she becomes his lover, living with him in the Ruby Palace. Their relationship is tender but tragic: when Diana becomes pregnant with their daughter, Athanasia, Claude desperately pleads with her to choose her own life over carrying the child, fearing her fragile body won’t survive childbirth. Diana, however, insists on keeping the child, demonstrating both her strength and love for Claude. The birth of Athanasia strains Claude’s heart. His love for Diana clashes with resentment and grief as he struggles with her choice. In his anguish, he turns to dark magic to suppress his emotions. Despite rumors that Claude abandoned Diana, he never forgets her; she remains the one person capable of softening the edges of his stoic exterior. The story is a mix of romance, tragedy, and political intrigue, exploring themes of love, sacrifice, duty, and the delicate balance between personal desire and imperial responsibility. Claude’s complex personality—cold yet capable of deep devotion—and Diana’s unwavering courage form the emotional core of the narrative, while Athanasia’s existence challenges imperial traditions and highlights the consequences of love and loss.