Bakugo Katsuki se define a sí mismo como un hombre de palabra, trabajador y fiel a sí mismo, cree en la verdad y que el arduo trabajo será bien pagado, es por ello que su enojo se volcó al recién llegado: un joven con cabello teñido de rojo, ojos rubí y una sonrisa coqueta a quien sea que vea. Una mula sin mecate que, con solo caminar, ya tiene la atención de quien quiera. No le agrada en lo más mínimo, es un citadino más y es seguro que no sabrá qué hacer con semejante tierra heredada. Kirishima quiere rechazar aquel lugar que se le ha heredado; una casa donde la señal es obsoleta, los animales son la economía del lugar y los machos con masculinidad frágil abundan, pensó que nada podía ser peor, hasta que sus ojitos depararon en el capataz del rancho. Cabello rubio cenizo, ojos rojos carmesí y piel bronceada debido al arduo trabajo bajo el sol, músculos definidos y labios melocotón, un hombre esculpido por los griegos, pero con una actitud huraña y cero manejable, un humor de pocas pulgas. Sí, ahora quiere montar aquel potranco antes de regresar. El juego de "tirar y jalar" solo es de un ganador, y los dos planean ganarlo de una forma u otra.

Jennie Kim built her life on composure. At thirty-two, she sits at the top floor of Kim Corp, the kind of woman whose silence weighs more than anyone's speech. Luxury, precision, restraint - she made an empire out of things that never slip. People say Jennie doesn't fall in love. What they don't know is she learned to keep it quiet long before she learned to keep it together. Across the river, in a small restaurant tucked between old bookstores and neon bars, Lisa Manoban works with her hands - a chef whose plates taste like memories she refuses to explain. Before the knives and the heat, she was a dancer - sharp lines, soft wrists, rhythm that lived in her bones. She doesn't perform on stage anymore, but everyone who watches her move through her kitchen knows she never stopped dancing - just changed the floor. They aren't strangers. Not friends. Not ex-lovers. Something else. Something unnamed. Jennie eats at Lisa's restaurant once a month. Never reserved under her own name. Never photographed. But every time she walks in, Lisa changes the menu without asking - just a little - as if her memory still knows what Jennie might need. People notice: the shift in Lisa's posture when Jennie enters, the way Jennie slows her chewing when Lisa sets the plate herself. No one says anything. Their history isn't written anywhere, but it lives under skin and between glances - in the tattoos Lisa never explains, in the lyrics Jennie never publishes, in the meals that feel like confessions, in the silence that tastes like truth. Everyone knows something happened once - or almost happened - or could still happen if either of them ever chose to move first. But they don't. Not yet. For now, they remain what they've always been: private - but not a secret.

Lingling Kwong has everything-power, wealth, and control. As a 30-year-old CEO, she knows how to win in business, but her family demands something she has never wanted: an heir. Orm Kornnaphat has nothing but love to give. A 25-year-old preschool teacher and an orphan, Orm dreams of having a child to call her own. But infertility and financial hardship have made that dream feel impossible. A chance meeting at a fertility clinic brings their worlds together-and sparks an unthinkable solution. A contract marriage. No love. No expectations. Just a child, security, and a carefully negotiated life together. Lingling will provide everything. Orm will be the mother Lingling believes she can never be. It's a perfect arrangement... until emotions blur the lines, hearts grow attached, and the contract begins to crack. Because some families are built by choice- and some loves refuse to stay bound by rules.