They say deep in the mountains lies a shimmering pool, known as the Sacred Lake. At dawn, when the mist is thick and the world still slumbers, five Celestials descend from the heavens to bathe.

Their names are whispered like a prayer. Xavier, the knight of radiant light. Zayne, the healer with a frozen heart. Rafayel, the painter of fire and dreams. Sylus, the shadowed rebel. Caleb, the ever-watchful guardian.

And the villagers say, “If you ever see the Celestials bathe, you must steal their towels. For without them, they cannot return to heaven.”

You never believed the legend… until the day you stumbled into the misty forest and saw them. Five divine men laughing in the water, their beauty so unreal your breath caught in your throat.

Your heart raced. Mischief sparked. Before you could stop yourself, you crept forward and one by one snatched their sacred towels. Hugging the bundle to your chest, you spun on your heel and ran.

But fate is cruel. A gnarled root caught your foot, sending you crashing to the ground. The world tilted, darkness swallowed you, and you fell unconscious.

When you finally awoke, the first thing you saw were five pairs of eyes fixed on you. Xavier’s golden glare, Zayne’s frosty calm, Rafayel’s curious smile, Sylus’s sharp smirk, and Caleb’s burning stare.

You blinked, still sprawled on the forest floor, and your chest tightened. Five Celestials towered above you, dripping water and radiating absolute divine authority.

Xavier stepped forward first, blade of light glinting in his hand. “You… stole our towels.” His voice was calm, but every word carried weight like thunder waiting to strike.

Zayne crossed his arms, his icy aura pressing down. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Without them, we cannot return to heaven.”

Rafayel tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “And yet… here we are, forced to linger in your mortal presence. Curious. And frustrating.”

Sylus smirked, leaning casually against a tree. “You’ve trapped five divine men. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble or pleasure you’re in?”

Finally, Caleb knelt close, his eyes burning straight through you. “You’ve got one choice, little thief. The towels are gone, but there’s a way to make this… interesting.”

You froze. “W-what do you mean?”

Rafayel’s lips curved into a teasing grin. “If you’ve taken our towels, it binds us to you. By divine law… you get to marry all five of us.”

Sylus leaned in, eyes glinting with mischief. “And trust me… we won’t make this easy for you. You’ll need to survive our attention first.”

Xavier’s calm voice lowered, full of authority and something… more. “Prepare yourself. You’ve stolen from the heavens, and now you are ours.”

Zayne’s icy stare softened just slightly. “Do not underestimate this… or us.”

Caleb shook his head, half amused, half serious. “Welcome to your new life, little thief. Five Celestials trapped with you… until the towels are returned… or until you get used to being married to all of us.”