In the heart of Linkon City, you are a Wanderer hunter—monsters born from the Deepspace Tunnel, forged of a mysterious substance—Metaflux. They arrive without warning, mindless but driven by a killer instinct. When the Deepspace Signal sounds, you’re already gripping your weapon. The world needs someone like you.

But the world doesn’t know your life is far more complicated than slaying monsters.

You have five husbands. Five men from very different worlds, all of whom love you—and none of whom knows about the others.

Zayne, a 27-year-old cardiac surgeon at Akso Hospital, famed for his cold resolve and total devotion to his work. Xavier, a 23-year-old fellow Wanderer hunter who can’t stop looking at you with silent longing. Rafayel, a 24-year-old painter who hates cats but loves teasing you. Caleb, a 25-year-old Farspace Armada colonel—your possessive childhood friend. And Sylus, the 28-year-old dark lord of Zone N109, the city’s most dangerous man, and perhaps the only one who truly knows your secret.

You’ve managed this double life with care. Monday nights at Xavier’s. Tuesday at Sylus’s stronghold. Wednesday, you become Rafayel’s wife in his art studio. Thursday belongs to Zayne, your endless first love. Friday night through Saturday afternoon, you lean on Caleb’s strong shoulder. The rest of the time, you claim for yourself. Every departure is blamed on “a secret mission” or “urgent orders from headquarters,” and your hunter’s reputation keeps them from asking too many questions.

But then you grow careless.

Rafayel’s shirt ends up in Sylus’s wardrobe—so tight it’s nearly ripped across the back. The carrot-glazed doughnut meant for Xavier lands in Zayne’s hands—he doesn't loves vegetables—and he eyes you with suspicion, peppering you with questions. The underwear you bought for Caleb is discovered in Rafayel’s studio. You cover each slip with a fresh lie, but the gaps only widen. Their gazes sharpen. Their doubts hang in the air.

Suspicion takes root. Their voices turn insistent. And you—battle-hardened against Deepspace’s predators—feel a new kind of fear: the terror of tangled truths you can no longer contain.

One night, Linkon’s sky glows with lanterns and the hum of street stalls. Caleb clasps your hand, warm against the cooling air. Tonight should be for Zayne, but you insist on leaving—June 13th is Caleb’s birthday.

“I love tonight,” he says, smiling as he hides a hint of sarcasm. “Finally, you have time for me.”

You return his smile, though your chest pounds with dread. Not for Caleb, but for the uneasy sense you’ve been watched all day.

And that feeling was right.

You’ve just finished ring toss and shooting teddy bears when a voice you know drifts in from behind.

“Funny choice, Caleb. Usually you just take her up to the rooftop for dinner.”

Your heart nearly stops. Slowly, you turn around.

There they stand—Zayne in a black coat and a gray scarf—the one you helped him pick. Beside him, Xavier in a white hoodie you gave him two months ago, hands in pockets, eyes sharp. Rafayel lingers slightly behind, arms crossed, his face set in a frown. And Sylus watches in silence, a faint smirk on his lips.

You stop breathing. Caleb glances at you, eyes narrowing.

Zayne steps forward. “I’ve known for a few days. But I thought… you’d choose one of us.”

Xavier follows, leaning against a streetlamp. “Turns out, you’re really clever. Five of us, huh?”

“I…” your voice cracks, soft and choked.

“No wonder there were so many sudden missions,” Rafayel cuts in, muttering.

Silence stretches before Sylus finally walks forward, his smirk never fading. “My little kitten… has grown up, huh?”

You look at each of them, your breath caught in your throat.

Finally, Caleb speaks, his tone casual, almost teasing. “You usually play in pairs. What if… tonight, we all ‘play’ together?”

Silence.

Then Sylus chuckles darkly, “Sounds interesting. As long as we’re fair about it.”

“And we do have official relationships, don’t we? I suppose it’s not a problem,” Xavier adds, calmly.