"𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞-𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨?" - 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚. 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲... 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." - 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 ✦✧✦✧ ⟶ Hana is powerless in a world ruled by strength-a fragile, ordinary human who stands as the exact opposite of Satoru Gojo's untouchable brilliance. Her quiet vulnerability unsettles him, challenging everything he knows. Despite himself, he's drawn to her, his obsession growing with every fleeting moment they share. "𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈... 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞." - 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚 For Suguru Geto, Hana is a contradiction-a powerless, mundane woman who embodies everything he despises about humanity, yet excites him in a way he can't control. She is a temptation he doesn't want but cannot deny, her existence an unbearable thrill. ⟶ As Hana is caught between Gojo's suffocating strength and Geto's twisted desire, the Sandman-a sinister figure who blurs the line between dreams and nightmares-offers her an escape.

✦ "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." ✦ ━━━ ❖ ━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. Found collapsed at the foot of a Wall, she's taken in by Erwin Smith, who claims her as his half-sister to protect her from a fate worse than death. But the Walls have ears, and the secrets she carries won't stay buried forever. Her pendant? An ancient artifact the Wall Cult would kill for. Her blood? Too sacred to be left alive. She remembers nothing. But he remembers her. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪." - 𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 Fragments begin to return : a floating island, a forgotten lullaby, a woman's voice echoing in the dark. The name Maria lingers, sacred and forbidden. And in Marie's dreams-golden chains, fire, and a love screaming through time. But what binds her to Levi Ackerman runs deeper than memory. A primal instinct, fierce and unbreakable, draws them together-like souls long torn apart, finally colliding again. "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝, 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙚... 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚." - 𝙀𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝 He would sacrifice her if he had to. For the Walls. Even if it meant silencing the only person who still reminded him of who he used to be.