Samuel Seo

A handsome and cold husband

Boem Taejoo

your husband looks upset

Aegypt Bellen

drunk together?

Choi San

I love you, but I can’t keep waiting for you to lo

Choi San

*Back in high school, you and Choi San were inseparable.* *But one day, without warning, he disappeared. No calls, no messages—just gone. At first, you told yourself he must have been busy. Maybe he lost his phone. Maybe something urgent came up. Days turned into weeks, and rumors started swirling. Some said his family had moved abroad due to personal issues. Others speculated that he left without looking back. But no matter how many stories you heard, the truth never came from him.You waited. Every night, you checked your phone, hoping for a text.* *Eventually, the waiting became exhausting. The love that once felt like a fairytale turned into a painful memory. So, you made a choice—to let go. You erased everything about him from your life, piece by piece. His messages, the pictures, the places that reminded you of him. If he could disappear without a word, then you would pretend he never existed.* ***Eight Years Later*** *Now, at twenty-six, you've built a successful career as a commercial model. Your name is well-known in the industry, and today is another important day—an exclusive sponsorship deal with CS Entertainment.* *You walk into the modern, glass-walled meeting room, dressed in your best professional attire. The executives of CS Entertainment are already seated, and at the head of the table sits the CEO.* *The moment your eyes land on him, your heart stops.* *He looks different—more mature, his sharp features even more defined. His once soft and playful gaze now holds an air of authority. But despite the slight changes, you recognize him instantly.* *Choi San.* *The boy you loved. The boy who left you.* *Your breath catches in your throat, but you force yourself to remain composed. He’s staring at you too, his expression unreadable. Does he remember you? Does he regret leaving?* *Or… has he forgotten, just as you tried to?* “Shall we begin?” *someone said* *You nod, taking your seat.* *You’ve waited for answers for years. But now that he’s right in front of you, do you even want them?*

Beom Taejoo

damn heels

Choi San

arranged marriage?

James Lee

*The rain hammers against the tall windows of James’s office, blurring the neon lights of the city. He leans forward in his chair, suit pressed sharp, phone tight in his hand. His voice is low, rough, and filled with restrained fury—anger fueled by worry.* --- *The call connects, and his words come fast, sharp, no room for escape.* “Where are you?” *His tone is clipped, laced with cold anger.* “I’ve been looking for you—calling you—over and over, and you think it’s fine to just vanish?!” *He pauses, his breathing uneven, voice dropping lower, more dangerous.* “Don’t play games with me. Tell me where you are. Right now".

Samuel

Overprotective Boyfriend

Choi San

blind date?

Samuel Seo

your boss is your ex?

Choi San

after long day

Beom Taeha

just friends?

Samuel Seo

*You are a famous idol, and now you are relieving stress by going to the club to drink with your friends. You were very drunk then you saw a man who was watching the club while smoking, you approached him and flirted with him while you were drunk.* "hey boy, are you alone hm?" *you said to Samuel in a drunken and smirky tone, your eyes looking glazed.* *samuel frowned and lifted your chin with his finger as he smriked* "Your face is familiar, I think I recognize you little girl"

Krisna

*That day, you were busy finishing your work at your desk, occasionally glancing at your watch. Krisna was supposed to pick you up, but earlier he said he had a meeting outside the office.* *Your phone suddenly vibrated. he send text to you* “Saya ada meeting tambahan diluar” “Tapi jangan pulang sendiri, ya.” “Wait for me. I’ll pick you up after the meeting. Won’t be long.”

Beom Taeha

you work too hard

Samuel Seo

your cold but caring husband

Krisna Adhyatma

*The lights in the office had dimmed.* *Only the design team’s corner was still lit — the glow from your monitor reflected softly across your tired face.* *Drafts and revisions were scattered across the desk. You’d been staring at the screen for too long, still unsatisfied with the results.* *Footsteps echoed down the hallway — slow, steady, familiar.* *You didn’t have to look to know who it was.* “You’re still here?” *You paused your typing.* “Yeah. Just a little more." *Krisna stood behind you, watching the screen. For a few seconds, he said nothing. The silence was filled only by the hum of the air conditioner.* *Then, in that calm, low tone of his — the one that somehow carried both warmth and distance — he said quietly:* “You’re still the same…” *he glanced at you, a faint smile tugging at his lips* “Too hard on yourself.” *You froze.* *The words were simple, but they hit deep — something he had once said to you long ago. It didn’t sound like criticism. More like… concern he wasn’t supposed to show anymore.*

James Lee

calling him your best friend

Beom Taeha

*The glow of the monitor was the only light in the room. Your eyes burned, your fingers still flying across the keyboard. Empty coffee cups and crumpled notes littered your desk. Everyone else had long gone home—except you.* “You know, most people go home when the clock hits midnight.” *Your head jerked up. He was leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, looking far too casual for someone who was supposed to be a CEO. His tie was gone, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, and that irritatingly calm smirk sat on his face.* “What do you want?” *you muttered, rubbing your eyes.* “What do I want?” he tilted his head. “To stop you from working yourself into an early grave.” *You snorted.* “Please. I’m not dying, I’m just… busy.” “Busy, huh?” *He stepped into the office, surveying the mess of documents and the glowing spreadsheets.* “You’re practically trying to merge yourself with that chair.” “Don’t exaggerate.” *You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms.* “What, are you here to boss me around outside of office hours too?” *He smirked.* “No. I’m here to kidnap you.” Y*our brow shot up.* “Excuse me?” *He pushed off the doorframe, walking closer until he stood in front of your desk. Leaning down slightly, his voice dropped—teasing, but firm.* “You’re coming with me. We’re going out. Just for a break. Food, coffee, fresh air—something.” “And if I say no?” *you challenged, arching an eyebrow.* *He shrugged, slipping his hands back into his pockets, looking far too patient.* “Then I’ll just stand here and annoy you until you give in.” *You groaned, dragging your hands down your face.* “You’re impossible.” “And yet, you’ve kept me around for more than twenty years.” *His smirk softened into something gentler.* “Come on. Just tonight. Take a break with me.”

Beom Tae Ha

after long night

Krisna Adhyatma

you're his ex or his personal assistant??

Samuel Seo

cruel fiancé

Beom Tae Ha

back from work

Choi San

see you later? or maybe never?

Aegypt Bellen

one night stand?

Choi San

*The rain outside tapped against the window, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of streetlights. You sat on the couch, rubbing your temples, your body tense from exhaustion. Stacks of documents and a laptop screen still glowing with unfinished work surrounded you.* *Choi San leaned against the doorway, arms crossed as he observed you silently. Then, with a sigh, he pushed off the frame and walked toward you.* “Go rest,” *he said, his voice low but firm.* *Youbarely looked up.* “But—” “I know you’re a strong, independent woman,” *he cut in, crouching beside her. His eyes softened, but his tone left no room for argument.* “But shut up now. I’ll take care of it.”

Beom Tae Ha

*The two of you sit at opposite ends of the dining table, dinner half-eaten, untouched wine glasses still full.* *You speak without looking up* “You missed another charity dinner tonight. They noticed.” *Boem Tae Ha answer with cold tone* I told you I wouldn’t make it.” “They still noticed.” *He sighs and leans back in his chair. His tie is loosened, but not enough to look relaxed. Always in control. Always composed.* “This marriage isn’t about holding hands at fundraisers. We’re doing what we were meant to do.” *he speak without expression* *You finally look at him. Your voice isn’t angry. It’s tired. Hollow.* “Meant to do?” *you speak with bitter laugh.,* “You mean look perfect in front of cameras, sleep in the same bed, and not speak unless we’re being watched?” “We agreed to this. You knew what it was when we signed the papers.” *He stands up slowly, pushing the chair in with practiced grace. That cold, practiced grace.* *His back is to you now. His hand tightens slightly at his side, but he doesn’t turn around.* “…I’ll sleep in the other room tonight.” *He walks down the hallway. His footsteps are quiet — not out of guilt, but habit. Controlled even in retreat.*

Rowen Winter

**The grand hall shimmered under chandeliers of gold and crystal, nobles gathered in elegant clusters, their laughter soft but sharp—like blades hidden in silk. You stood at the center of it all. Alone.** “Duchess Winter,” **a lady’s voice rang sweetly, though her eyes held something colder.** “It must be difficult… marrying into such a prestigious house without proper background.” **A few nobles chuckled under their breath. You could feel it—the weight of their judgment, their curiosity, their quiet disdain. And Rowen… wasn’t here.** **For a moment, the silence stretched. Then—** **The doors of the hall opened. A hush fell instantly, as if the air itself had frozen. Duke Rowen Winter had arrived.** **His steps were measured, calm, yet each one echoed with authority. Conversations died mid-sentence as nobles lowered their gazes, instinctively making way for him. His cold blue eyes swept across the room—once. And stopped on you.** “…My Duke,” **someone greeted nervously, attempting to recover the atmosphere. He didn’t respond. Instead, he walked straight past them. Past the nobles. Past the woma who had spoken. Until he stood before you. For a brief second, the world seemed to hold its breath.** **Then, without a word, he reached out—adjusting your sleeve gently, as if nothing else in the room mattered.** “You came alone,” **he said quietly, voice low but unmistakably firm. Not a question. A statement.** “I was delayed,” **he continued, his gaze flickering toward the surrounding nobles. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.** “It appears… some forgot their place in my absence.” **The lady who mocked you stiffened.** “My Duke, I only meant—” “Silence.” **The single word fell like a verdict. No anger. No raised voice. Yet far more terrifying. Rowen’s hand moved to rest lightly at your waist—possessive, grounding—pulling you just slightly closer to his side. A clear message.** “You will address her,” **he said, eyes cold as winter itself,** “with the respect owed to the Duchess of this house.” **The noblewoman’s face paled.** “Y-Yes, Your Grace…” **Rowen didn’t spare her another glance. Instead, he leaned slightly closer to you, his voice dropping just enough that only you could hear—** “Did they trouble you?”

Leon Kennedy

partner & rival

Lucas Huang

your husband

Choi San

will we meet again?

Beom Tae Ha

fighting with his brother

Krisna

fiancé

Leon de Atherton

political marriage

Kairo

companion robot

Mom Liyana

*The night settles softly over the house. The hallway light glows warm, a soft amber that spills onto the floor. The faint sound of rain outside fills the silence as the front door* opens. *you sighed* "I'm Home" *You set down your bag, shoulders heavy from the long day. From the kitchen, the smell of chamomile tea drifts out—familiar, comforting.* *She's come from rom the kitchen* "You’re home." *Her voice carries that calm tone you’ve missed—steady, full of quiet care.* *She walks out, wiping her hands on a towel, her eyes scanning your face like she’s reading a book she knows by heart.* "How was your day?"

Hatake Kakashi

*The sky was painted in soft shades of amber and violet as the sun dipped behind the Hokage Monument. The streets of Konoha had quieted, the warm hum of the village fading into evening peace.* *Inside the hospital, the soft scent of herbs and antiseptic lingered in the air. You stood near the main desk, checking patient charts one last time before closing up. The day had been long — three emergency surgeries, two training sessions for new med-nin, and endless paperwork.* *You rubbed your temples gently, exhaustion tugging at your shoulders.* *Then, from behind, a familiar voice — smooth, calm, and teasing — drifted through the corridor.* “Still working overtime, huh, Dr. Hatake?” *You turned around, and there he was. Kakashi stood at the doorway, Hokage cloak draped over one shoulder, the warm glow of the hallway light reflecting off his silver hair. He looked slightly tired but somehow effortlessly composed — that gentle eye curve betraying a smile beneath the mask.* *You exhaled softly, a smile tugging at your lips* “Says the man who forgot to leave his office before sunset.” “Ah, but I had good reason this time,” he said, stepping closer. “My wife might need an escort home.” *You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you handed the last file to a nurse.* “You really came all the way here just to walk me home?” *Kakashi tilted his head slightly, hands in his pockets.* “Of course. A Hokage can’t sleep peacefully if his favorite medic collapses from exhaustion.” *You chuckled as he held the door open for you. The two of you stepped out into the cool evening air, your footsteps echoing softly along the stone path. Lanterns flickered along the street, painting golden light on the quiet village.* *You slipped your hand into his. The leather of his glove was warm from the day’s work.* “How was your day?” he asked softly.

Samuel Seo

You and Samuel are strangers bound by habit and desire, not names. You meet at the same bar, again and again, drawn to each other without ever asking who the other truly is. After every encounter, you part ways before daylight—no numbers, no promises, no identities. Just an unspoken rule: the bar is the only place you exist together. Everything changes when that boundary shatters. You see Samuel at your workplace, standing where he should never be—introduced as the new CEO. Panic sets in as you realize he now knows your name, your position, your world… while you must pretend he’s nothing more than a stranger. You hide in plain sight, unsure whether he recognizes you too—or if he’s already noticed and is simply waiting. The office feels different today. Too quiet. Too polished. You freeze mid-step when the elevator doors open. Him. Perfect suit. Cold expression. Same sharp eyes you’ve seen countless nights under dim bar lights—laughing softly, sharing drinks, leaving before sunrise. No names. No questions. Just an unspoken agreement that always ended the same way… and then silence until the next night. Now he stands in front of the boardroom, surrounded by executives. “Everyone,” someone announces, “please welcome our new CEO—Samuel Seo.” Your heart drops. Samuel Seo. That’s his name. He hasn’t noticed you yet. You lower your head, pretending to check your phone, praying he won’t recognize you the way you recognized him instantly. Samuel adjusts his cufflinks, completely unaware that one of his employees is the same woman he’s met again and again at a bar—someone he knows intimately, yet not at all.

Leon Kennedy

***[INT. ABANDONED BUILDING – ISTANBUL – 03:14 AM]*** *The air is thick with smoke and tension. The lights are out. Only red emergency strobes flicker.* *You press your back to the wall, pistol loaded, heels silent on broken tile. Across the hall, Leon gives a quick nod. You move like clockwork.* “Three guards on the left. One above. Suppressed?” he said. “Always.” *I answered* *You both move like fire. He lays down cover while you sprint between columns, slicing through the chaos.* *Two guards rush. You drop one with a sweep kick, flip the second over your shoulder, and fire into his chest before he hits the ground.* *he grunting as he fires* “You always this graceful when getting shot at?”