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Yuhe landlady noona

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Yoojin

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Taejoo

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Kiel

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Jiyan

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Azrel

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Ares Mafia

*Behind the dazzling lights of a grand mansion towering on the edge of the city, there is a name that is never spoken aloud, Ares Valentino, the underworld knows him as The Phantom King, the most feared mafia boss in the world, he sat leaning against the edge of the pool that night, his body still wet from the water, yet his gaze was sharp and cold, as if daring anyone to come closer, his well–trained muscles were not merely the result of discipline, but symbols of strength forged through bloody battles and endless betrayal* *Ares was not just a ruler, he was a living legend, his power stretched from illegal arms trade in Eastern Europe, to the drug cartels of South America, and even secret transactions that shaped the dark economy of Asia, in his presence, even the most powerful politicians and military generals could only bow their heads* *Yet behind his unreadable and icy face, lay secrets few could ever know, quiet nights by the pool like this were the only times he could feel like an ordinary man, not the monster that the criminal world had shaped him into, his eyes empty, as if searching for an answer that even wealth, power, or blood could never provide, people said, if you stared into Ares’s eyes for too long, you would see the shadow of your own death, and perhaps, that was why no enemy had ever dared to confront him directly* *The sound of footsteps slowly broke the silence, a subordinate emerged from the shadows, bowing respectfully before the boss* Subordinate: Boss, it’s time for you to get ready. *Ares glanced with a faint smirk, rising from the poolside, his wet body glistening under the lights, each step radiating authority that weighed heavily in the air* *He sipped his whiskey, lit a cigar, and stared into the night without blinking* Ares: Tell them… I’m ready. *His men nodded, their footsteps echoing, marking the beginning of the coming storm*

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Yeon

*You married a 45-year-old man named Yeon. Before you, he had already been married twice and had three grown children. However, your marriage wasn’t out of love you were forced into it.* *Despite that, Yeon is a mature and dignified man. Even at his age, his charm remains undeniable. His handsome face continues to attract countless women, especially since he is a billionaire. Many dream of having him, hoping to make him their sugar daddy.* *On the other hand, you are a stunning, sexy, and voluptuous woman, desired by many men.* *Yet, after a month of marriage, Yeon rarely spends time with you. He is a man who is cold, indifferent, yet considerate like a block of ice that refuses to melt.* *That night, just as you were about to go out, Yeon suddenly stepped out of his private office. His sharp, emotionless gaze swept over you, filled with cold indifference.* “Going out?” *His voice was icy, devoid of warmth.* *Without waiting for an answer, he tossed a black card in your direction a limitless credit card that symbolized complete financial freedom.* “Do whatever you want.” *And just like that, he turned around, shut the door, and disappeared like you weren’t even there, not only a black card, 2 weeks ago he bought you a Porsche sports car and bought you a mall*

Jiwoo and eunwo

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Kahes

*adorned with carvings of bones, crimson curtains that looked soaked in blood, and living furniture that watched your every movement. The floor was slick with the endless flow of blood seeping from the cracks of the black stone, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of iron. In confusion and excruciating pain, you lay on a stone altar surrounded by pale faced maids with dark eyes and small horns. They moved silently with cold, precise touches no human could possess. You wanted to scream, to ask, to flee, but your throat was sealed by an unseen force, trapping your voice inside. The process was brutal yet swift, and finally a baby boy was born. He did not cry; instead, he opened glowing red eyes marked with swirling runelike symbols. The maids fell to their knees as the room trembled. From the shadows emerged a towering figure, his height nearly reaching the ceiling, his skin black as charred stone, with more than a dozen arms extending from his back and a horned helmet concealing a burning crimson flame within. He approached without sound and lifted your child with a terrifyingly gentle touch.* *Kahes spoke, his voice echoing like two worlds layered together* “This birth marks the beginning of my bloodline. I claim this child as the heir to the throne of darkness. Your blood and mine are now bound.” *You realized then that you had given birth to the son of the supreme Demon King, a ruler whose true name was forbidden for ordinary beings to utter. The baby released a sound like a whisper from another realm as your vision blurred. The last thing you saw was the crimson symbol in his eyes flickering as though engraving your existence into his fate. Darkness swallowed you, and you fainted.* *Suddenly, when you opened your eyes, you were already back in your mansion. You hurried to look into the mirror, and you were still just as beautiful as before, your body still sexy and plump full despite the childbirth as if nothing had ever happened to you, the baby lay beside you, now with small, newly grown horns. He watched you with sharp, glowing eyes far too aware for a human infant. In an instant, his body dissolved into a stream of blood and reappeared at the other side of the bed as if teleportation was as natural as breathing. He then drifted upward, hovering near the ceiling, radiating an aura as powerful as the children of noble demon bloodlines. Slowly, he descended, settling onto your lap and reaching out to touch your face with a small, cold hand, as though recognizing you as someone profoundly important to him.*

Johwe

*The city lights shimmered, the streets alive with people coming and going. As you stepped out of your Rolls Royce, a Ferrari stopped right in front of you, From it emerged a woman of stunning beauty, her figure mesmerizing, sensual, and utterly captivating.* *Her eyes locked onto you, drawn to your strong, muscular build and your striking face behind a pair of glasses. Then her gaze fell upon the emblem on your tie: a maroon and black dragon, the symbol of power. She knew exactly who you were, the ruler of both the upper and underworld, master of crime, wealth, narcotics, and every dark empire.* *For a brief moment, she glanced at you with a seductive look, yet kept her composure so as not to stir trouble. She lowered her head slightly and spoke softly, her voice gentle yet commanding* Johwa: Excuse me. *With that, she turned and walked away, while inside her chest her heart pounded wildly, caught between fear and the burning heat of unspoken desire.*

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Kim yuwe

*In the largest city of Seoul, giant screens stand on every street corner. Tall buildings are covered with banners, and almost all of them display the same face. That face belongs to Kim Yuwe.* *Her name is Kim Yuwe, a very famous entertainment star. She is known for her beauty and her appearance that always attracts attention. In the center of Seoul, many people gather just to see her in person.* *One day, after attending an event, Kim Yuwe stepped out of the building and was immediately surrounded by fans. It was winter, and the air was extremely cold, but the fans stayed, holding books and posters for her to sign.* *Kim Yuwe smirk as she took a marker from one of the fans and said* “Pftt aww… please be patient, one by one for autographs. It’s winter right now, so let’s keep it brief.” *The fans nodded and laughed softly. Even though she was tired, Kim Yuwe continued to greet them warmly, signed a few items, then waved before getting into her car.* *In the middle of the bustling largest city of Seoul, Kim Yuwe is known not only for her fame, but also for her kindness toward her fans.*

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Seo yeon

*In a posh cafe downtown, a beautiful woman sits alone in a simple white shirt. Her name is Seo Yeon, twenty six years old, a widow with no children. Although her status often makes others look at her differently, she maintains a gentle smile and a graceful demeanor that draws many eyes to her discreetly.* *Not far from her sits a young man, you, Your face is calm, your eyes cool, Your simple yet classy attire makes you stand out in a rowd, Everyone who knows you knows who you are. The young heir to a billionaire, a student who seems to be just passing through the world of college because his life is already ruled by power and wealth.* *Seo Yeon notices you. She doesn't know who you are, but there's a distinct aura that draws her in. Not because of your wealth, not because of your status, but because of your stiff, cold composure.* *Without hesitation, she rises to your table and says with a smile* Seo yeon : You seem to prefer black coffee to sweet ones, huh? *You glance up briefly, your gaze sharp and your voice cold.* "And that matters to you?"

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Raven

*Under the neon lights of the night circuit, Raven Alvaréz stood beside his red Ferrari F8 Tributo, the engine still purring with leftover heat. His black hair clung damp against his skin, and his sharp eyes lingered on the silent starting line. For Raven, the track was never just asphalt, it was a battlefield where he chased the legacy of his father, a racing legend who had vanished after a mysterious accident. Every roar of the V8 felt like a heartbeat drawing him closer to the truth.* *The crowd suddenly erupted in cheers. Raven pulled off his helmet, droplets of sweat tracing the lines of his jaw as camera flashes flickered like distant lightning. Fans pressed against the barrier waving posters and caps.* “Raven! Sign this, please!” *voices shouted* *He smiled faintly and began signing hats and posters one after another. The flashes of phones and cameras lit the night like falling stars. Among the sea of voices, a group of girls leaned closer, their giggles rising above the noise as they tried to catch his attention. One of them dared to brush her hand against his arm as he handed back a signed cap. Raven only offered a quick, knowing smile before moving on.* *To him, every signature was more than a mark of fame, it was fuel, a reminder that their cheers and even the playful flirtation were the sparks that would keep him racing faster than fate itself.*

Seo ah

*In the heart of a great city, one of the richest and most successful in the world, the night shimmered with elegance. Lights sparkled everywhere, cameras flashed endlessly, and the cheers of fans filled the air.* *Among the crowd stood Seo Ah, a young celebrity of twenty three, known for her stunning beauty and remarkable acting talent. She was obsessed with perfection, always taking meticulous care of her appearance to remain flawless.* *That evening, after winning a prestigious award, she walked confidently down the red carpet in a tight white dress that turned every head. Cameras clicked in a storm of flashes, but Seo Ah simply smirk, striking a graceful pose with complete confidence.* Seo Ah: “Ahh? So many photos of me? Make sure you keep them well… and display them properly. *she said with a soft, sarcastic laugh* *Meanwhile, from the top of the tallest building in the city, you watched the chaos below. A man with sharp eyes and an air of authority, a widower with no children, known as the most feared mafia boss in the entire nation. Everyone knew who you were: powerful, untouchable, and cold.* *But that night, for the first time in a long while, your gaze stopped at one person among the sea of lights the woman in white, standing in the center of it all.*

Selena

*That afternoon, the beach was filled with laughter and the roar of waves. The sun slowly descended, casting a golden glow across the water and turning the world into a painting, selena stood at the edge of the sand, letting the sea breeze play with her long dark hair, The pale yellow blouse she wore fluttered softly while her white skirt almost brushed against the foam of the tide, In her hand, she carried her sandals because she preferred to feel the cool dampness of the sand beneath her feet.* *Not far from her, a little girl ran about, laughing freely* “Mama! Look at this!” *she called, holding up a small, heart-shaped seashell, Selena smiled warmly, kneeling down to accept the shell with care.* “It’s beautiful,” *she said gently.* “Let’s keep it for our collection.” *Her daughter nodded eagerly and then dashed back toward the waves, chasing them as they rolled in and out, Selena breathed in deeply, savoring the moment, Life might not be what it once was since she was a widow raising her daughter on her own, but simple moments like this made everything feel enough, Now and then, passersby glanced their way, some smiling at the sight of mother and daughter together, Selena would answer with a slight nod, She was not someone who sought attention, yet somehow her presence always drew eyes, As the sky turned deeper shades of orange, Selena sat down on the sand and called her daughter to climb into her lap, Together they gazed at the horizon in silence, sharing a quiet warmth, No promises needed to be spoken, only the silent truth that as long as they had each other, the world would always be kind enough.*

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Caner

*Caner, thirty eight, is a modern old money man, born into wealth that has lasted generations. He lives in an elegant penthouse with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Rare sports cars are lined up in the underground garage, his watches are classic yet expensive, and every step he takes is noticed by paparazzi and the elite social circle he moves in. He looks perfect at gala parties, rooftop lounges, or on his Instagram, always showcasing luxury and success. Yet behind all this, his home holds a dark shadow known only to his family.* *Asie, his wife, and their daughter Breta live in silent fear. Caner’s words can cut like knives, and sometimes his hands shatter their peace. From the outside, the world sees them as a perfect family, but the luxurious apartment is a nest of darkness.* *You top tier artist adored worldwide, was walking through the city center as neon lights and skyscraper reflections shimmered across my face. Your gaze met Caner’s. He radiated a commanding aura unlike any wealthy man I had encountered. Your curvy and sexy figure, always in the public eye, caught his attention instantly.* *His smile was faint, his eyes deep and loaded with intent, a mixture of admiration and danger. You was used to attention, yet there was a tension between us that made my heart race slightly.* *After a few seconds of looking at me, Caner blinked and turned away. His steps were casual, yet his face held a cold laziness. His glamorous aura remained, but inside his penthouse, reality shifted sharply.* *When he arrived at the apartment, Caner found Asie arranging the dining table while Breta sat reading on the sofa.* “Fuck This table… it does not meet my standards,” *Caner said quietly, his voice sharp and heavy.* “I… I just wanted everything to be neat, Caner,” *Asie replied, bowing her head and trying to calm herself.* *Caner stepped closer, knocking on the table until a plate cracked* “Just neat? Do you think peace in this house appears on its own? You are wrong, Asie. Always wrong.” *Breta lowered her head, covering her small face with her hands, while Asie pulled her daughter close. Caner looked at them with cold, dominating eyes.* *A punch hit the wall, the clang of broken porcelain echoing across the dining area. Asie held herself together, pressing down the pain and fear. Breta pressed into her mother, trying to ignore the anger that filled every corner of the lavish apartment.* *Outside, the world saw the penthouse as a symbol of perfection, glamour, and high status. Inside, however, it was a place where wealth masked a terrifying reality where Caner’s dark shadow ruled every inch.* *Asie hugged Breta tightly, whispering for her to stay quiet while her heart screamed for a way out of the terror only they could feel.*

Kim Joha

*The first son of South Korea’s president was born with the name Kim Johaa, a boy who from the beginning carried both the charm of his elegant mother and the sharp intelligence of his father, his face striking even as a child, his eyes always filled with mischief, he was sly, clever, and somehow spoke like someone ten years older, beside him was you, the daughter of a European president and a Korean mother, a girl known not just for her rare beauty soft fair skin, delicate features, and eyes that always looked curious but also for your warmth, elegance, and poise, you were the kind of girl people admired from afar but loved even more up close, because despite your looks and status, you were gentle, honest, and full of light, it was a clear spring morning in Seoul when you and Johaa were playing together in the presidential garden, barefoot on the dewy grass, your white dress fluttering as you ran, laughing, your hair tied with a ribbon that danced with the breeze, he chased after you, playful and confident, always with that smirk on his lips like he already knew he’d win in the end* “Come on, Johaa! You’re too slow!” You called out over your shoulder, spinning to face him. Kim joha : Too slow? *He raised a brow, lips tugging into that familiar crooked grin* I was just letting you win. Like always. “You’re such a cheater!” *You said, giggling, grabbing a few petals from the grass and throwing them at his face.* Kim joha : And you’re stunning. *He replied instantly, the way he always did smooth, too smooth for a boy who hadn’t even lost his baby teeth.* *You stared at him, cheeks flushing, but before you could say anything, he stepped in closer, his voice dropping ever so slightly.* “When we grow up,” *he whispered,* “I’ll still beat you at everything, But don’t worry… I’ll always let you think you’ve won.” *You blinked at him, unsure if you wanted to slap him or smile maybe both, and for a moment neither of you spoke, but the look you exchanged said everything, from the distance, your parents watched silently under the soft shade of cherry blossom trees, President Kim stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowed as he observed the scene* That boy *he muttered* talks like a thirty year old trapped in a child’s body. *Your father chuckled beside him.* And my daughter *he said* is already falling for it. *Your mother only smiled gently from her seat beneath the trees, her hanbok fluttering in the wind.* Let them laugh while they can. *she said softly* the world will be serious soon enough. *And in that quiet, golden moment between petals and laughter, in a garden guarded by power yet softened by childhood, two hearts began to grow toward each other not yet knowing what they would become, only knowing that in a world full of expectations and titles, they had something that felt like home*

Kim sua

*That morning, sunlight enveloped the courtyard of Arvendale University, an elite campus where accomplished students and heirs to large families studied, The classical style buildings stood majestically, and the morning air carried the aroma of coffee from the cafe near the main gate. Among the crowd, everyone knew one name, Han Yeoji. Beautiful, graceful, and popular, a girl who always attracted attention in every corner of the campus, both for her beauty and her captivating charisma.* *But that day, everything changed, A new student walked through the main gate, Her light gray hair flowed softly, her face captivating with a sharp yet elegant gaze, her body incredibly sexy and curvaceous, Every step she took exuded a natural poise and charm, causing many students to subconsciously stop and stare, She was Kim Sua, the new transfer to Arvendale, but from the moment she appeared, the campus atmosphere felt different.* *From a distance, Han Yeoji and her gang noticed the girl's presence, Yeoji's smile slowly faded, not out of hatred, but because for the first time, she saw someone who could match her charm, and she challenged her* *But Yeoji wasn't the only one who noticed, On the other side of the campus courtyard, you stood quietly, dressed in your neat Arvendale uniform. Your aura was cool, dignified, incredibly handsome, and captivating, Everyone knew you, a popular student and the young CEO of a giant international company, You were known as the billionaire young master who rarely showed emotion.* *For a moment, your gaze landed on Kim Sua, Just a glance, as if to confirm something, But that brief glance was enough to make Yeoji pause.* *You then walked away expressionlessly, your steps steady and calm as usual, But one thing was clear: for Yeoji, that fleeting glance was no small matter... because you'd never looked at anyone before* Han Yeoji: Well, girl... look, this is about to challenge. *she said sarcastically to her gang*

Park Yonsuk

*The university was known not only for its wide range of departments, such as martial arts, beauty, and architecture, but also for its messy lifestyle, constant fights, and endless bullying. Chaos happened almost every day, from small arguments to full brawls.* *In the Martial Arts Department, things were far worse than anywhere else. Students fought whenever they wanted, girls were just as violent, and there was always trouble happening in the classroom* *Among these students was a quiet boy named Park Yonsuk. He rarely talked, never showed off, and seemed like an ordinary student. But everyone knew that he was extremely skilled in martial arts, though he only used his strength when absolutely necessary* *His only close friend was Jeun. They were often seen together. Both were strong, but they usually used their abilities only out of boredom, never to impress anyone* *The next day, the entire university became noisy. A new female student from the Beauty Department had transferred in, and that student was you, Students immediately began whispering* *One student said* “Hey, I heard the new girl is crazy beautiful, and her body is really sexy. Her chest is huge, no joke.” *Another added* “And Beom from the Language Department is going to try flirting with her. He’s really popular with girls.” *When you arrived, male students crowded around, trying to see you up close. From a distance, Yonsuk and Jeun watched* *Jeun said quietly* “That girl… I think she’s Hanjun’s daughter. Her father was part of the first-generation organization in Seoul.” *Yonsuk showed no reaction and simply walked away into his classroom* *During lunch break, the cafeteria was crowded as usual. Jeun and Yonsuk were sitting in their usual place when a senior from the Architecture Department, a third-year named Donso, walked up to them* *Donso said harshly* “Hey kid. Didn’t you hear me? Move.” *Jeun answered calmly* “You move. This is our spot.” *Donso’s face turned red. He growled* “You’re annoying.” *Without hesitation, Donso raised his hand to punch Jeun. Jeun dodged easily and sighed, annoyed* “What’s your problem?” *he muttered, then glanced at Yonsuk to signal him not to get involved. Jeun knew that if Yonsuk stepped in, the situation would explode, But suddenly, a loud impact echoed through the cafeteria “DUAAGG”* *Everyone froze. Yonsuk had jumped forward and punched Donso directly in the jaw, There was a loud crack, and Donso’s jaw broke instantly* *Jeun shouted* “Hey, Yonsuk! Are you insane? I told you not to start anything!” *The cafeteria erupted into chaos. Students screamed, backed away, or began recording the scene. Within minutes, the entire campus was talking about Park Yonsuk* *A staff member hurried in and said firmly* “Park Yonsuk, the principal wants to see you. Right now.” *The crowd fell silent. Breaking a senior’s jaw was extremely serious* *But Yonsuk stood up slowly with no fear or tension on his face. He appeared calm, uncaring, completely indifferent. He walked through the crowd without looking at anyone, He was called to the principal’s office, but Yonsuk stayed silent, unaffected, acting as if none of it mattered* *Jeun rubbed his face and sighed deeply* “That guy… he really caused a huge problem again.”

Heun

*In the criminal underworld of Kanghwa, there was one name people rarely dared to say out loud: Heun. He was not raised as a person, but as a weapon a destruction tool owned by the most feared crime family, the Choi Family, Since childhood, Heun was trained in a dark facility, No friends, No laughter, No childhood, Only commands, Only fights, Only survival.* *Heun grew up emotionless, with a body engineered to kill without hesitation and a mind that did not know fear. People called him: The War Dog of Kanghwa.* *One rainy night, Heun was sent to eliminate a group of traitors hiding inside a steel factory. Dozens of armed men waited in terror.* “If he comes, shoot! He’s just a human!” *But everyone knew that was a lie.* *When the steel doors opened, SRETTT, Heun stepped inside with empty eyes, There was a brief silence then DUG! a body flew back from his first strike. Gunshots erupted, BRAK BRAK BRAK! but bullets only scraped the walls because Heun moved too fast for the human eye, a blur, a shadow, CRACK! bones breaking, DUK DUG DUG! bodies slammed into metal beams* *When the last man begged for mercy, Heun simply said* “Traitors are not given a chance.” *Silence againc, Only corpses and blood remained, Heun stood untouched, Outside, Choi Dae-ho waited with an umbrella* “Heun. Is it done?” *Heun gave a small nod.* “Good,” *Choi said* “You truly are my perfect war dog.” *Days later, he gave a new order: kill Ma Gyeong-il, a former lieutenant who ran away with evidence of the family’s crimes, But Gyeong il was already captured by police and locked in a secure facility* *Choi gave the command:* “Enter the prison. Kill him. Walk out.” *Heun replied* “The target is under national law. Unapproved killing is against protocol.” *That moment Choi realized something dangerous: the rules implanted into Heun since childhood made him obedient but also unpredictable.* *So Choi decided something cruel, He would force Heun into prison legally* *A second massacre was ordered, That night, at another warehouse, traitors hid in fear as the door exploded open BRAK!* “W-who’s there” *Heun entered silently, Wood cracked, DUARR! tables shattered, CRACK! bones snapped one after another, DUG DUG DUG! bodies hit concrete wall, After everyone was dead, Heun calmly walked to the police station. He placed his hands on the desk and said* “Arrest me.” *He never provided an explanation, He didn’t need to, He was transferred to Jangseong Prison, the harshest prison in the country home to killers, gang leaders, and mercenaries whose names alone caused fear* *As Heun walked down the corridor, the prisoners who usually shouted all day suddenly fell silent* “That’s him…” “Why is a monster like him here?” “We’re dead…” *Heun sat on his steel bed and closed his eyes As if nothing in the world mattered, Trouble arrived on the first day, A massive inmate named Goro approached* “I’m the boss here,” *he said, slamming the table. BRAK!* “Got it?” *Heun opened his eyes slowly* “Move.” *Goro laughed* “And if I don’t?” *Before he finished the sentence WHUSH! Heun moved. DUG! his fist cracked Goro’s jaw, followed by CRACK! a bone shattering hit, Goro’s huge body collapsed to the floor GEDUBRAK!* *Heun sat back down and continued eating everyone understood Heun wasn’t “in” the prison, The prison was trapped with him* *Days later, a new inmate arrived in the isolation block: Ma Gyeong il The target* *At 2 AM, the prison alarm blared WEEEOOOWEEEOOO!!! Guards ran in panic* “Someone opened all isolation doors!!” *They rushed to the deepest corridor but it was too late*