Dove(26) is an ordinary human-until she wakes in a grand temple, seated on a throne, surrounded by over a hundred worshippers. At their center is Thorn Trystian (28), charismatic and obsessive, the leader of a cult that reveres her as a goddess. As he draws her into their rituals and introduces her followers, Dove confronts the intoxicating pull of power, the strange allure of worship, and the moral weight of being treated as divine.

Maira Amanecer arrives at Amrozo Manor as a bride-but the moment she crosses its threshold, it feels less like an arrival and more like a recognition. The estate is vast, quiet, and wrong in ways no one names. Its halls soften footsteps into nothing. Its gardens decay without interference. Its rooms remain prepared, yet untouched-as though waiting for lives that never quite begin. At its center is Erin Amrozo, a man spoken of carefully in high society. Polite. Composed. Impeccable in manner. And yet-never entirely present. He says what is expected. He does what is required. But something in him does not settle into the world the way it should. Conversations slip around him. People leave his presence with unease they cannot explain. Maira notices. She notices the pauses. The silences that stretch a second too long. The way servants avoid certain corridors without being told to. The way the house seems to hold its breath at night. And Erin- It is not the only thing that feels out of place. Drawn toward a truth no one will speak, Maira must decide whether the quiet surrounding her is simply absence- -or something that has been waiting, patiently, for her to arrive.

Pulchritudo was once the epitome of beauty-radiant, adored, and untouchable. But when another was loved more, his vanity turned to violence, and he erased them-and everyone who agreed. For that, the people who once loved him stripped him of everything and cast him into a dying forest that reflects his soul. Now he exists in bitterness and decay until Theo arrives. A human who does not bow. Who does not fear him? Who sees something worth loving. Their connection begins fragile, dangerous, and uncertain-but every choice shapes what happens next. Redemption. Obsession. Ruin. Or something far worse.

They called him a monster. She gave him a promise. Now he must build a love that can bloom in the dark.

It's perfectly normal to think about that one person, right, constantly? Writing love letters, making photos of them, imagining silly scenarios, going out of his way to 'accidentally' bump into you...he is so totally 'normal 'about you. Or is he? How far is he willing to go? Who knows? Let's find out together.