Some marriages are built on love. Others on sacrifice. She learned to endure silence, to love quietly, to exist in the spaces no one noticed. He learned too late that indifference can wound deeper than cruelty. When truths begin to surface and hearts start to shift, the question isn't who is right- but who will be left standing when everything finally falls apart.

Kim Seoyeon has spent years helping other people step into the light. She knows how to transform a face into a story, create confidence with nothing more than color and careful hands, and make people feel like the best version of themselves. What she doesn't know is how to face someone who sees past every layer she carefully applies. Joining Stray Kids' team is supposed to be another professional challenge - until Yang Jeongin starts looking at her as though she is the one worth understanding. To Seoyeon, he is younger, protected by seven older members and still remembered as the group's maknae. To Jeongin, she is the first person who makes him want to be seen without hiding behind that role. Between dressing-room mirrors, overseas schedules, comeback preparations and an unexpected opportunity waiting across the ocean, they learn that love doesn't always arrive with grand confessions. Sometimes it lives in steady hands that catch you before you fall, silent conversations held through mirrors and the choice to wait while the other person finds their own way. A slow-burn story about age, ambition, restraint and two people learning to love every color in each other - not only the ones the world expects them to wear. ****************************************** DISCLAIMER: * This story was created for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to be taken seriously as reality. * English is not my native language, feel free to send me a private message with a suggestion for correction.

He's possessive when it comes to things he sets his eyes on. This is a story between two people met by fate.

Kang Sora has spent her entire life preparing to inherit an empire. As the young CEO of one of Korea's most powerful technology conglomerates, every decision she makes carries the weight of her family's legacy. When an arranged marriage is announced between her and the elusive heir of a rival dynasty,a man whose face no one outside his family has ever seen,she has no choice but to accept. But some alliances are built on lies. On the day of the wedding, a single act of violence shatters the fragile peace between four influential families, exposing cracks in a world ruled by wealth, power, and carefully guarded secrets. As old rivalries deepen and hidden agendas begin to surface, Sora finds herself questioning everyone she thought she knew. In a game where every smile hides a motive, every family protects a secret, and every move could be someone's last, trusting the wrong person may cost more than a company,it may cost everything. Because behind every perfect empire... someone is pulling the strings. oc×L.M.

━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━ "I can't hurt you. Even if I wanted to," he muttered, voice low, unreadable. Seungmin's fists clenched at his sides. He looked like he had something to say, but you were past listening. "Why?! You never fucking hesitated before!" you spat, your voice shaking with fury. His jaw tightened. "Because you're my best friend's precious little sister." Your blood ran cold. "Then act like it," you seethed. "Help me get him back." His gaze locked onto yours, something shifting-like your words had shattered whatever restraint he had left. His eyes softened into that puppy look. A long silence. Then, a slow exhale. "Oh, fuck it." ━ ⋆ ⚘ ⋆ ━

✦✧━✧✦ "Shut up before I actually make you," you barked, pushing his chest with some force, though he barely flinched. He looked down at you, eyes low and dark, a slow smirk playing on his lips. "You're not gonna do that, are you?" "Do what?" you snapped, narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, already dizzy from the alcohol, his gaze heavy enough to make you swallow hard. Without a word, he stepped closer and pinned you against the wall, barely touching you, but the weight of him pressed in all the same. "Making me shut up," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "How do you imagine that? You're too much of a wimp to fight me." He mimicked your head tilt perfectly, mocking you, and you couldn't help but gulp. ✦✧━✧✦ (Completed)

"if you think this was personal," he said quietly. "it wasn't." you laughed, soft and bitter. "oh, that's supposed to help? wow. thanks, seungmin. i definitely don't feel insane for thinking you were lying to chris for me." you leaned in, fists bunching his shirt. "you're cold and evil, got it? such an arrogant prick. for a second i wanted to jump over that table and strangle you when i realized you were faking it. but that's what you do, right? pretend to be decent so no one sees what you actually are." he swallowed, eyes flicking to your lips before snapping back up. "get off me." "make me." the silence that followed was dangerous. your breathing roared in your ears as everything hit at once, your thighs tight at his sides, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists, his legs pinned beneath you, heat bleeding through the thin fabric between you. shit, this wasn't how you wanted it to go. ₊ ˚. 🕯️ ⊹₊ ⋆ A group of young people. Every heard of them? Probably not. Their name is The Movement... and they sure as hell will switch over your innocent imaginations of life. especially in the middle of war...

Yuki means happiness but all she felt in her life was sadness not until she met Hyunjin who doesn't care about his life anymore.

Hyunjin, a guy who has a bad image finally met a girl who is opposite from him, Xea.

"I will find you wherever you are, Yoo Hyuri..."