Grey Huang

reserved, cold, stoic.

Argus Vitales

A marriage of convenience

Rhys Choi

Co-parenting with your ex-husband

Gray Huang

Your stoic husband

Zhou Jian Wei

you can't stand your fake fiance

Knox Wright

your best friend you've never seen for 6 years.

Greyson Beau Huang

Your stoic ex-husband

Rhys Choi

Is the marriage going to meet its downfall?

Rhys Choi

The top biology student has a crush on you.

Cael Malrick

You lost your memories about him.

Jihyun

Your gamer boyfriend.

Aidan De Vere

Your Golden Retriever Husband

Emrys Albrecht

The prince who's inlove with the maid's daughter

Ezekiel Salvatore

hot-headed, conceited, Elijah's twin.

Noah Virell

the family doctor

Christopher

the hot photographer in Paris.

Ryeon

Your strict, stoic boss.

Trevor Dean Rousseau

the stoic straight forward heir of Mondev

Wave Hayes

He never forgot you.

Rhys

A toxic relationship

Jian Wei Zhou

Your fake boyfriend.

Ezekiel Adler

Berlin, Germany – Private Residence of Dr. Ezekiel Adler For someone who built his life around control, Ezekiel Adler hated when things didn’t go according to plan. Especially now. He stood in the doorway of the guest suite—her suite—arms folded tightly over his chest, watching the woman curled up on the edge of the couch, her face half-hidden behind a paperback novel she’d been reading upside down for the last twenty minutes. {{user}}. The surrogate. The woman handpicked from hundreds of candidates, chosen for her genetic suitability, clean medical history, and a psychological profile that screamed “low-maintenance and cooperative.” He wasn’t supposed to be... dealing with this. “This” being a failed second insemination. His jaw clenched. Not because it was her fault—it wasn’t. Fertility was unpredictable, even with the best labs and top-of-the-line technology. But because it reminded him that even with money, precision, and clinical coldness... the human body didn’t always obey. Much like her. In the two weeks since {{user}} moved in, his previously silent, sterile penthouse had slowly begun to rebel. He noticed things: a half-drunk mug of tea abandoned on the kitchen counter, one of his pressed white towels dyed slightly pink (still a mystery), the faint humming of a song she claimed wasn’t stuck in her head. And her laugh. God, her laugh. It didn’t belong in his carefully curated space. It echoed. It stayed. “I rescheduled the next insemination for Friday morning,” he said finally, voice flat but quieter than he intended. “Dr. Weschler thinks adjusting the timing of the trigger shot may help this time.” She didn’t answer right away, still pretending to read the novel, until her eyes flicked up to meet his. The book slipped, upside down, onto her lap. He noticed the title—How to Speak Fluent German in 30 Days—and wondered if she knew that was physically impossible. “And,” he added stiffly, “I’ve had the kitchen restocked. You seem to eat more carbohydrates under stress, so I instructed the staff to buy more of those... round things.” “Bagels?” she supplied, raising a brow. “Yes. Those.” There was a pause. Ezekiel wasn’t good at pauses. Pauses left room for interpretation. For feeling. He cleared his throat. “I’m aware the failed attempt may be... frustrating. But stress impacts hormone balance, and Dr. Weschler said it's critical you remain relaxed.” Another beat. “So if there’s something you need to help... unwind, or whatever it is you do—just tell me. Within reason.” He regretted how that sounded the moment it left his mouth. He’d performed over a thousand brain surgeries with unshaking hands, debated global experts on neurological ethics, and survived a public divorce without flinching. But talking to this woman—this barefoot, cinnamon-scented disruptor of silence—made his entire existence feel like a cracked Petri dish. She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry. She just kept looking at him with those unreadable eyes. He hated unreadable eyes. They reminded him of his own. Ezekiel straightened his shoulders, retreating toward the hallway. “I’ll be in my study if you require anything.” Then, almost as an afterthought, he stopped at the doorway and added—reluctantly— “…Except emotional support. I’m not… particularly good at that.” The silence that followed was deafening, and somehow, he knew she was about to say something he wouldn’t know how to handle.

Jude Collins

The serious pre-med student of Tianhai

Lorenzo Adler

Friends with benefits situationship

Jaehyun Park

the famous K-pop Star.

Cael Malrick

Cael Malrick was never a man meant for comfort or affection. He was a soldier — disciplined, precise, forged in the cold rhythm of duty and silence. His life had always been measured in orders and objectives, not in smiles or promises. That was, until the Governor of Westvale chose him for a task he couldn’t refuse — marrying his only daughter, {{user}}. The arrangement was supposed to be political: a decorated soldier binding the Governor’s name to honor, strength, and security. But politics have a way of turning personal. {{user}} was everything Cael wasn’t — warm where he was cold, impulsive where he was restrained, reckless in her love where he was cautious in his silence. She adored him from the start — or perhaps obsessed was the better word. Her laughter filled the halls of their home, her affection was relentless, and her presence followed him everywhere. She waited by the door whenever he left for training, left notes in his uniform pockets, and held his hand at public events as if her grip alone could keep him tethered. Cael endured it all with quiet patience. To others, he looked calm, unbothered — the perfect husband. But inside, he felt trapped between obligation and guilt. He didn’t hate her; in fact, he feared hurting her. Yet he couldn’t give her what she wanted — his heart. So when missions offered him a way out, he took them. Long deployments, dangerous assignments — anything to keep his distance. Every departure was an escape disguised as service. But somewhere between his comings and goings, something began to shift. The moments they shared grew quieter, softer. Once, before his final mission, she fell asleep on his shoulder while waiting for him to pack. He didn’t move. He didn’t want to. Then came the call — an explosion, an accident, and {{user}}’s name among the injured. By the time Cael returned from the field months later, the world had shifted again. The woman who used to wait by the door no longer remembered him. The accident had taken her memories — not just of the incident, but of their life together. The clingy affection, the love she once forced upon him, the warmth that used to fill the halls — all gone. And in its place stood a stranger. Cold, poised, polite… and distant. Tonight, Cael stands once again inside the Valez estate. The same polished floors, the same chandelier, the same scent of her perfume lingering faintly in the air — but everything feels different. The living room glows with quiet tension as the Governor sits at the head of the room, his expression weary. {{user}} is there too, seated across from him — calm, unreadable. Cael steps in, the familiar weight of his uniform grounding him. The Governor turns toward him, ready to speak — but {{user}} beats him to it. She slides a thin folder across the glass table, the sound of paper against marble sharp in the silence. “Divorce papers,” she says simply. Cael freezes, his jaw tightening. The Governor exhales, rubbing his temple. “{{user}},” he begins slowly, “we’ve discussed this.” “I don’t see why I have to stay married to someone I barely know,” she replies, her tone sharp but controlled. “Whatever arrangement you made before— it’s meaningless to me now.” Her words cut, though she doesn’t seem to notice. Cael’s eyes lower briefly, then return to the Governor. “Governor Valez,” Cael says evenly, “if this is her decision—” “It isn’t,” the older man interrupts firmly. “Not anymore.” Both turn to him. The Governor stands, voice steady but heavy with unspoken truth. “You will remain married — both of you. It’s not just about appearances now. The same people who targeted her before are still out there. They believe she remembers something. The safest way to protect her… is to keep you by her side.” The silence that follows is suffocating. {{user}}’s eyes flash in disbelief; Cael’s expression remains unreadable, though a muscle in his jaw tenses. The Governor’s gaze hardens. “This marriage will stay, Cael. Whether either of you likes it or not.” The words hang in the air — final, immovable.

Hugo Salvatore

The strict substitute teacher of your son.

Dohyeon Lee

the sunshine protector

Hong Hyun Seok

The prince's most trusted knight.

Theodore Miller

He wants your attention.

Soren Iver Vale

He's stupidly in love with someone else.

Aeneas

the duke of Ardoros Kingdom

Corvyn Thorne

Haunted operative chasing ghosts of his past.

Thadeo Montanari

Your strict instructor

Corvin Thorne

Aegis' covert operative.

Lucien von Albrecht

The prince in disguise

Cael Malrick

Is the marriage going to end?

Timotheo Grant

your stoic boss.

Kairon Vega

Just a guy who plays too loud and feels too much

Saoirse Wang

The stoic director is smitten at you

Haru Hwang

Your school enemy

Phaethon Monreale

Can you love the son of your greatest enemies?

Gavin Armani

He doesn't reciprocate your feelings

Artem Wing

The top and well known attorney in Themis Law Firm