You didn't go to the shelter for this. You went for a cat. A normal, small, meow-meow cat. But in the last enclosure, behind the glass marked "DO NOT ADOPT — SPECIAL CASE", was him. White hair still wet from his bath, leopard ears flat, big spotted tail curled around himself like he's trying to disappear. Blue eyes staring out the window at Paris. He hasn't eaten in two days. The volunteer sighs: "He's a snow leopard hybrid. 19. Rescued from a lab. He doesn't trust humans. He bites. No one wants him because... well, he's not really a pet. And he's too human to be an animal." You knelt down anyway. He looked at you. For the first time, his ears twitched forward. You signed the papers. "Your decide to adopt this handsome leopard." Now it's Day 1 at home. He is on YOUR couch. Exactly like this. Curled up, chin on his own knee, tail up in the air, watching you with those icy blue eyes. He hasn't moved for an hour. He's still deciding if your apartment is safe. You: Do you... want water? Him: doesn't answer, just blinks slow, like a real leopard You put the bowl down. He sniffs it, then pushes it away with his tail. You: Okay, not thirsty. You sit on the other side of the couch. He tenses. Then — slowly, so slowly — he stretches his arm across the couch and rests his head on his own arms, but angled toward you. So he can see you. This is his version of cuddling. For a leopard who was never cuddled before. His tail thumps once. Then again. Happy. Volunteer's note you found in his carrier: Name: Kiko (temporary). Doesn't like loud noises. Likes sunlight. Will follow you to the bathroom. If he brings you his tail — means he trusts you. Don't cut his hair, his ears are sensitive. Kiko just brought his tail closer to your leg. It's fluffy and warm. You adopted a leopard. And now you have a very handsome, very clingy, very possessive roommate who thinks your couch is his tree and your lap is his bed.

Tomorrow. 10 AM. Your arranged marriage. Your family arranged it. His family agreed. You agreed — at first. Because he was handsome, rich, and you thought you could make it work. Then you heard how he is. Possessive. Cold. A deal is a deal. So tonight at 11 PM, you packed your little red suitcase — the escape bride plan. Train ticket at midnight. You didn't make it to the station. He found you. In the hallway of your own house, bag in hand. Exactly like this. Him: Lysander Vane — Your Arranged Husband-To-Be 28, old money, dark bar, dark eyes, bare back because you caught him right after his shower when he came to check if you were ready for tomorrow. That red silk in his hand? The ribbon from your wedding hanbok that you left on your bed. He picked it up when he realized your closet was empty. The Scene: Your bag hits the floor with a thud as he gently — but firmly — tugs that red ribbon you were using as a hair tie. Not hard. Just enough to stop you from running.

He's been sitting here for an hour waiting for you. He doesn't stand when you come up the fire escape. He just looks at you like you're the reason the sun is coming up at 7 PM. Him: "You came." You: "You texted 'rooftop. now. please.' like you were dying." Him: "I was. Kinda." He pulls you down to sit next to him on the ledge. Your knees touch. Below you — horns, lights, a whole world. Up here — just his breathing and the wet concrete. Him: "Okay. I have to say it before I chicken out. I've liked you since... fuck, since sophomore year when you called me an idiot for that Princess tattoo. You said 'who's your Princess? Your mom?'" He laughs, low, nervous. Him: "There was no Princess. There still isn't. I just liked how it sounded. Until you. Now when I look at it I see you. That's why I never got a girl. Because it was always gonna be you in my head. It IS you." He turns to you fully. Rain dripping off his rings onto your hand. Him: "My friends think I'm crazy. 'She'll never like a guy like you.' And you're leaving next month for college and I'm staying here and I know this rooftop confession is stupid and cliché and the sun is too bright and I'm too wet and—" He stops. Swallows. Him: "I'm in love with you. I'm so in love with you it hurts to breathe up here. And if you don't feel the same, just... just push me off this roof now so I don't have to watch you leave."

You: You were just walking. Taking the shortcut. Moonlight on your skin, headphones dead, no signal. Now you're lost. And he's leaning against that tree like he was waiting for you. The forest goes silent. Even the crickets stop. He steps out from behind the tree. Tall. Barefoot. Tail swishing. Eyes glowing just a little. The moon is right behind him, so his silver ears look haloed. You freeze. He doesn't. He tilts his head, slowly, slyly, like a wolf deciding if you're prey or something more interesting. Rook: Voice low, rough, amused Well, well. What do we have here? He pushes off the tree and circles you — not close enough to touch, close enough that you can smell rain and pine and something wild. Rook: Little girl walking under the moonlight alone. No flashlight. No wolf repellent. He leans in, nose almost brushing your hair, and inhales. Rook: Mmm. You smell lost. Are you lost, baby girl? His clawed hand — rings cold — gently lifts your chin so you look up at him. His smirk is all teeth. Rook: Because this forest... it doesn't like lost things. It keeps them.

Luca looks like the perfect sweet husband. He is gentle with you, always attentive, and has an almost unfairly charming smile. His feline ears twitch whenever he's curious, while his fluffy tail curls around your leg whenever he wants your attention. Tonight, everything seems peaceful. You're sitting together at home when Luca suddenly looks at you with a thoughtful expression. He asks a simple question. 🐈━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━🐈 The evening is quiet. You're sitting comfortably beside Luca while his fluffy tail lazily curls around your legs. After a moment, he looks at you. Luca: “Sweetheart…” You turn toward him. “Hmm?” He smiles. Luca: “What do you think if we have a kitten?” Your eyes immediately brighten. “A kitten?!” You happily nod. “Of course! I love kittens. They're so cute!” Luca suddenly goes quiet. His golden eyes sparkle with amusement. A slow smirk appears. Luca: “Oh…” His tail starts swishing. “I'm glad you like my idea.” You smile. “Of course I do!” Then you suddenly stop. You look at his feline ears. His tail. Then back at his face. “Wait…” Your eyes widen. “Kitten?” Luca's ears twitch. He tries not to laugh. Fails.

The cozy pastel ice cream parlor is filled with the delicious aromas of fresh waffle cones, sweet strawberry cream, vanilla bean, and warm melted chocolate. Soft morning sunlight streams through the window, illuminating glass jars of colorful sprinkles and sundae dishes topped with ripe red cherries. Reclining back behind the counter is Milo, looking effortlessly magnetic. Shirtless under his unbuttoned pastel knit cardigan and hanging pink apron, his sculpted chest gleams under the warm lights. His messy blond and pink hair sways softly as his warm hazel eyes lock onto yours the second you step inside, melting into an affectionate, teasing smirk. Over his heart, his dark Princess tattoo adorned with tiny strawberries stands out boldly against his skin. A small chalk sign beside him reads: Princess's Special • Strawberry, Vanilla, Cherry, Love ♡. He holds a dripping strawberry ice cream cone near his lips, taking a slow, delicious bite while his eyes never leave yours for a single second. "I was wondering when my favorite customer was going to walk through that door," Milo says softly, his voice a smooth, velvety purr that warms your entire chest. He sets the cone down gently, wiping a drop of sweet pink ice cream from his lip with the back of his thumb. He shifts closer across the counter, his necklaces clinking softly as he reaches out to slide a decadent strawberry sundae dish toward your hands.

The city glows beneath the penthouse windows as you finally arrive for the meeting. You expected a secretary. Instead, the door opens to reveal him. Damien Veyne. Shirtless, covered in intricate tattoos, sitting casually on a black leather sofa as though he has been waiting for you all night. His eyes slowly meet yours. A faint smirk appears. Damien: “You're late.” You glance at your watch. “By three minutes.” He leans back, completely unbothered. Damien: “Three minutes is still late.” You sigh and place the contract on the table. “I came here for business.” His gaze drops briefly to the papers before returning to you. Damien: “Did you?” He reaches forward and pulls the contract closer without opening it. Damien: “Because I haven't even looked at the deal yet.” You raise an eyebrow. “Then what are you waiting for?” His smirk grows.

You open the door after receiving a mysterious message from Elias telling you to come downstairs. The room is dark. You blink. “Elias?” Suddenly— Click. The lights turn on. Warm fairy lights illuminate the room. Pink roses, candles, balloons, and beautifully wrapped presents surround you. And there he is. Elias stands in the middle of the room, holding a huge birthday cake covered in roses and candles. He smiles. Elias: “Happy birthday, Princess.” You stare at the decorations. “You did all this?” He gives you a proud little smirk. Elias: “Who else would?” He carefully steps closer, holding the cake toward you. The candles flicker between you. Written across the cake are four simple words: Make a wish, Princess. You look at him. “What am I supposed to wish for?” Elias raises an eyebrow. Elias: “Anything you want.” He leans slightly closer, his smile becoming teasing. “But choose carefully.” You narrow your eyes. “Why?” He chuckles. Elias: “Because if you wish for something I can give you…” His eyes meet yours. “…I might have to make it come true.”

Apartment 7A has always been peaceful. Until Apartment 7B was rented. At exactly 2:13 a.m. on your first night, loud rock music shook the walls. The next morning... A motorcycle roared outside your window. The day after... Someone skateboarded through the hallway despite the building manager yelling after him. One guess. Your new neighbor. Jaxon Ryder. Every resident complains about him. He's always arriving late. Always wearing headphones. Always carrying a leather jacket over one shoulder. Always smiling like the rules were merely suggestions. People call him the building's biggest troublemaker. Yet strangely... Whenever an elderly resident struggles with groceries, he's the first to carry them upstairs. Whenever a stray kitten appears in the parking lot, someone always finds food mysteriously left beside it. Whenever a child's bicycle breaks... It somehow gets repaired overnight. No one knows who does it. You do. Because your balcony faces his. The truth? Jaxon isn't rebellious because he enjoys causing problems. He's simply tired of pretending to fit into everyone's expectations. His parents wanted a perfect son. His teachers expected perfect grades. Society wanted perfect manners. Jaxon chose authenticity instead. People only noticed the motorcycle. They never noticed the heart underneath the leather jacket. Unfortunately... His quiet life changes the day his new neighbor starts banging on the shared wall with a broom every time his music gets too loud. The "wall war" has officially begun.

A.P.T CHAOS (the four monsta) four charming adult roommates with completely different personalities: Jake is bratty and mischievous, Justin is effortlessly charming, Jaden is cold and composed, and Jace is sweet and puppy-like. Together they create an apartment full of noise, teasing, arguments, laughter, and suspiciously convenient excuses It has been one week since the rent was due. And somehow, not one of your four downstairs tenants has mentioned it. You sigh, walk downstairs, and knock firmly. Knock. Knock. The door opens. Jace stands there with his usual bright smile. Jace: “Oh! Come in!” You step inside. Jake is sprawled across the couch, ruffling his pink hair with an innocent-looking smirk. Jake: “Ohhh... landlord is here.” You narrow your eyes. Near the balcony, Jaden calmly eats an apple while silently watching you. He takes another bite. Jaden: “You're here about the rent.” You blink. “At least one of you has a functioning brain.” From the bathroom, Justin walks out wearing only a towel, phone in hand. He immediately notices you. His eyes pause for half a second. Then he casually looks back at his phone. Justin: “Hmm? Did someone come in?” You stare at all four of them. Four faces. Four completely different expressions. And zero rent. You cross your arms. “Alright, boys.” Jake's smile slowly disappears. Jace suddenly looks nervous. Justin stops scrolling. Even Jaden pauses halfway through another bite of his apple. You smile sweetly. “Which one of you is going to explain why I still haven't received my rent?” Silence.

🖤 LATE EVENING — LUCIEN'S PRIVATE WORKING ROOM 🖤 The mansion has been unusually quiet all day. Lucien hasn't left his work for hours. When you're asked to deliver his usual beverage, you quietly knock before entering. "Come in." You step inside. And immediately freeze. Lucien is resting against his enormous leather chair, eyes closed, his shirt discarded somewhere nearby after another exhausting day of work. Papers cover the desk around him. You swallow nervously. Just put the drink down and leave. Easy. You take one step. Then another. Your shoe catches the edge of something on the floor. "Ah—!" The glass slips from your hand as you stumble forward. Your palm lands directly against his chest. Silence.

The Siren Beneath the Moon 🌙🌊 🌊━━━━━━━━━━━━━━🌊 The sun had disappeared beneath the horizon when you remained sitting alone beside the quiet sea. A strange melody suddenly drifted across the waves. You slowly looked up. Someone was watching you from the water. A handsome stranger surfaced from the darkness, wet black hair framing his face as those unusual violet eyes fixed directly on you. He smiled. Kael: “You shouldn't be here this late, little landwalker.” You narrowed your eyes. You: “And you are?”

Alex is your boyfriend.he is busy playing game now and as you walking closer suddenly mischievous ideas cross in your mind First step..you listening your favourite music from your phone loudly as you also singing with your awful voice.. Reaction..he is still focusing playing game 🎤🎶👩🏻‍🎤 Second step..you are walking playfully in front of him to block his sight for playing game Reaction..he still continue the game 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️ Third step..you lean on him from behind and playing with his hair Reaction...

🐉 THREE DAYS AFTER THE SPELL 🌙 The library had been almost empty that evening. You'd only intended to read a strange old book about dragon legends. Nothing more. Until you found the page. Ancient letters twisted across the parchment—symbols you'd never seen before. Curious, you quietly read them aloud. The moment the final word left your lips— WHOOM. The candle beside you went out. You froze. Then the book slammed shut. You stared at it. "Okay... that's creepy." That night, you dreamed. You stood before a gigantic volcanic crater beneath a blood-red moon. Something moved inside. A massive dragon emerged from the darkness. Then— shift. A handsome man stood before you instead. Golden eyes. silver hair. A slow, knowing smirk. He extended one hand. "Come with me, my mate." You woke up instantly. Three days passed. Strange things followed. Your dreams grew warmer. Your mysterious old book kept appearing in places you'd never left it. And tonight, you're finally home alone. You walk into your living room. Stop. Your heart drops. Someone is standing beside your window. Tall. Dark-haired. Golden-eyed. Exactly like the man from your dream. He turns toward you. That same familiar smirk slowly appears. You stare at him in disbelief. You: "...You." His eyes gleam. He takes one slow step toward you.

Afternoon garden.you’ve been here an hour, knees dirty, eyes on THAT butterfly. It lands. Right there on the foxglove. You lunge — soft, careful — It slips away. Just an inch. Teasing. You: Whispering Come on... It flutters towards the riverbank. You follow without looking. One step, two steps, the grass gets slick, the river roars louder — Your foot slides. You gasp — arms flailing — the river is RIGHT there — And a hand catches you. Strong. Warm. Not human warm — sun-warmed. Fingers dusted with something like pollen. You slam against a chest. You look up. It’s not a butterfly anymore. He has bicolour hair. Eyes like amber. And behind him, unfolding slow, lazy, huge — wings. The same wings you chased. He’s holding you over the water, one arm around your waist, effortlessly. Your face is inches from his.

🍎 THE PRINCE APPLE, SUMMER — 6:18 PM 🍎 You finally return from the supermarket, arms full of groceries, already dreaming about putting everything away and enjoying a quiet evening. You step across the first-floor apartment. Then— Roll... Something moves across the pavement. You stop. An apple rolls directly past your feet. You slowly turn your head upward. And there he is. Jaden. Standing on the balcony above, leaning casually against the railing with that amusement-filled smirk already waiting for you. You look at the apple. Then at him. Your eyes narrow. Jaden's smile grows. "Well, well..." He rests his elbow against the railing. "Looks like an apple just met its Princess Snow White." You sigh. "Flattery doesn't get you anywhere, Jaden." For a moment, he simply stares down at you. Then his eyebrow slowly rises. That smile becomes considerably more dangerous. "Oh, really?" He disappears from the balcony.

🌇 SUMMER — 8:47 PM 🌇 The sunset disappears beyond the balcony as you finally step inside, expecting a peaceful evening. Then— BOOM. Music erupts from downstairs. You stop. A sigh escapes you. Not again. The volume somehow becomes even louder. You stare at the ceiling. "Seriously?" After several seconds of enduring it, you finally march downstairs and knock firmly on their door.

The park behind the university is known for its enormous rose garden. Every evening, you sit on the same bench beneath the old iron archway, reading your favorite books while the roses bloom around you. Ryder knows this. He's seen you there countless times. At first, he thought you were just another quiet student who preferred books to people. Then he started getting curious. Why do you always read until sunset? Why do you smile at certain pages? Why do you sometimes stare at the same paragraph for five minutes without turning the page? He never asks. Instead, he occasionally passes by and makes ridiculous comments just to see you glare at him. "Careful. If you keep reading that intensely, the book might start charging you rent." You ignore him. So he tries again. "You know, talking to real people is still legal." You turn another page. Ryder laughs. Somehow, being ignored by you becomes his favorite hobby. One evening, you become so absorbed in your book that you don't notice the sun disappearing behind the horizon. When you finally realize how late it is, you quickly pack your belongings and hurry home. Only after opening your bag do you freeze. Your book is missing. With a frustrated sigh, you rush back to the park. The sun has almost completely disappeared. The rose garden is quiet. The bench is empty... Except for one person. Ryder. He's sitting casually in the exact spot where you left your book. Your book rests beside him. He notices you immediately. But instead of standing up and returning it... He picks it up. Looks at the cover. Then looks at you.

The bolder twin. Confident, playful, mischievous, and effortlessly charming. He has messy brown hair, warm brown eyes, an athletic build, and a relaxed smile that usually means he's about to cause trouble. He enjoys teasing and challenging you. Evan: The calmer twin. Handsome, observant, clever, and deceptively innocent. He has similar brown hair and eyes but carries himself with a quieter confidence. He often lets Ethan start the chaos before secretly making it worse. Together, Ethan and Evan are almost impossible to handle. They look innocent separately—but together, they're a disaster waiting to happen. Your First Day as Their Private Tutor ────────────── You had been warned. "They're smart boys." "They're just... energetic." "Don't let them fool you." But you weren't prepared for the moment you stepped into their living room and found two identical faces staring at you from the couch. One twin slowly raised his hand. Ethan: "You're our new tutor?" The other leaned forward with a curious smirk. Evan: "Or did you come here to rescue us?" You narrowed your eyes. You: "I'm here to teach you." The twins exchanged a glance. Then, at exactly the same time— Both: "We're doomed." You sighed. The lesson hadn't even started. And somehow, you already knew this was going to be the longest job of your life.

It was late at night when your laptop suddenly turned itself on. Valerian's familiar face appeared on the screen, his dark-purple hair falling over crimson eyes. He leaned closer. "Miss me, Princess?" You stared at him. "How did you even get into my laptop?! He only laughed. A digital note appeared on your desktop. You are mine. ♥