Mia never intended to stray from her pre-planned path: get good grades, graduate, and then marry Kim Taehyung - her father's best friend's son. But when her own best friend gets involved with the college seniors' boyband, and the pressure of expectations begins to suffocate her, Mia finally steps into their world. A girl laced in shimmer, pearls, and soft luxurious fabrics, standing in a dingy garage band hangout - painfully out of place. Life pivots when the band's leader and lead guitarist takes interest in her. A different kind. He didn't crave love - not really - only her presence, her stillness, her mind. Together, he believed, they could make something great. But just when she was ready to give him her all - to finally be herself and let him in - he pulled away. No warning. No reason. She was left wondering where it all went wrong. Years later, at her wedding, he attends and performs. And then, handcuffed at her own reception, he's beaten - bruises blooming as the police land blow after blow. All he does is look into her eyes and whisper: "I didn't do it." After that, everything stops. Maybe that's why they say- Always love the art, Never the artist. ----------------------------------------- • College AU • Rockstar × Quiet Heiress • Age Gap • Tragic End

ℬℴℴ𝓀 𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃 𝒮ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓈 The man who had once been known as a lost heir, a forgotten prince-his dreams too big for a life that never quite fit. The black swan had long since been buried, his feathers stained with loss and blood, his heart hardened by years of vengeance. Now, only a man remained-one who had carved his path through the world like a predator through a silent forest, a shadow in a world too bright for his kind. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his every step sending tremors through the ground. The city was the same. Unchanged. Yet everything felt different. The years had passed, but he had not forgotten. She was still here, somewhere. The girl he had once known so well-the girl who had once looked at him with innocence in her eyes. She hadn't changed. She hadn't felt the world break her as he had. She remained the same. But not him. He was no longer the boy she had known. He had become a king in a world of shadows, his power absolute, his heart buried beneath layers of regret and rage. Yet, despite it all, something stirred inside him. It had been too long. But he could still hear the echoes of the past. Her laughter. Her scent. Her voice, calling him by a name no one had dared speak in years. "Sweetheart," he murmured, the word a quiet promise on his lips. He hadn't forgotten her. He never would. As the door creaked open, he stepped forward. His path was set. He had come back to this city, this place of memories, for a reason. There was unfinished business. And no one-not even the girl who had once captured his heart-could stop him now.