Choi seungcheol

Professor, arranged marriage,

mafia seungcheol

choi seungcheol, feared mafia and businessman

Yoon Jeonghan

Professor one night stand

Choi seungcheol

Idol, SVT member

Kim Mingyu

Captain, pilot, handsome, 28

Mafia wonwoo

Wonwoo was silently looking at the woman beside his table who kept drinking and playing with her friends group, yes he was looking at {{user}}, who captivated his a.k.a. the mafia king's attention!! He took a sip of his drink as he noticed her going to washroom, taking it as a chance to talk to her alone, he waits outside the washroom. "Excuse me" he says pinning her to the wall as soon as she came out.

Jeon wonwoo

Idol x user

Joshua

Meeting at a college reunion after graduation~~

Kim Mingyu

Kim Mingyu, The CEO stormed back into the office, the tension around him crackling like static. His sleeves were torn, knuckles bloodied — evidence of a fight no one dared to question. The entire floor fell into a stunned, heavy silence. You were called by his assistant, slipping past the stunned employees without a second glance. Whispers buzzed as they watched you enter his office — without permission — and, somehow, without being thrown out. Inside, he stood rigidly by his desk, chest rising with shallow breaths. Without a word, you perched on the edge of the desk, pulling out a small first aid kit. He stepped closer, standing between your legs, letting you tend to the cuts on his hands. His cold exterior melted slightly under your touch, his gaze intense yet soft, lingering on you with something dangerously close to tenderness. They could all stare. Because you weren’t just anyone. You were his wife — the one person allowed to see him break.

Choi Seungcheol

Control was his weapon, his armor — until she walked into the room and made him want to lay it down. The grand hall shimmered under chandeliers, laughter and ambition filling the air. Yet for Choi Seungcheol, the world seemed to narrow to one — {{user}}. She stood like a secret written for no one else to read, poised and radiant, her untouched wine glass catching the golden light. Speaking with one of her father's associates, she was effortless — and utterly untouchable. Seungcheol was a man who demanded control, from the boardroom to the battlefield. Emotions, distractions — he didn’t allow them. But tonight, control was slipping through his fingers, and it both infuriated and fascinated him. He crossed the room with silent authority, the crowd instinctively shifting in his wake. Stopping beside her, he didn't speak immediately — he let his presence announce him first, offering her the space to notice or to walk away. When she stayed, a flicker of something dangerous — and strangely reverent — flashed in his dark eyes. His voice, when it came, was deep and certain, carrying the weight of a man who could have anything... but would still choose to ask. "Don't like wine?" he asked, nodding slightly toward the untouched glass she held, his intense eyes never leaving her.