Mitsuru has spent her entire life striving for one goal: to join the High Council, a legendary order of warriors and scholars who wield unmatched power and protect the world's balance. Her final test-a high-stakes mission-was supposed to be her moment of glory. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Betrayed and framed for treason, Mitsuru is now branded a traitor and hunted by the very people she once admired. Forced into exile, Mitsuru must survive in a world that views her as an enemy. With no resources, allies, or place to call home, she begins to unravel the truth behind her betrayal and the corruption festering within the Council. As enemies close in, Mitsuru realizes she can't rely on the skills she was taught-she'll have to forge her own path, discovering new strengths and unexpected allies along the way. But clearing her name is only part of the battle. To expose the truth and confront the Supreme Councilman, the most powerful figure in the land, Mitsuru must risk everything. As the line between justice and vengeance blurs, she's forced to question who she really is and whether she's willing to become the very thing she's fighting against. In a story of betrayal, resilience, and self-discovery, Conflict Perception follows Mitsuru on her journey to survive, grow stronger, and challenge the system that turned against her.

Velmirra. A city of mist and marble, uncharted and unreachable unless it wants you. A place where the elite trade secrets behind silk masks and pleasure is just another weapon in the war for control. Beneath its opulent façade lies a heartbeat of ancient magic and whispered curses, pulsing through every stone, every shadow. She is elegance draped in defiance a bratty, magnetic beauty who plays with power like fire. To the world, she's composed, divine, and untouchable. But inside, she craves to be undone not by a man who grovels, but by one who can break her without ever raising his voice. He is not a man who plays. He doesn't flirt , he claims. Cold, cruel, breathtaking. With eyes like frost and a past soaked in velvet and blood, he's not looking for a partner. He's waiting for something deeper. Older. Darker. They collide at Velmirra's infamous masquerade, a night where no one speaks their real name, and masks hide more than faces. She tempts him just to feel something. He indulges her just to turn the knife. But their game unleashes something that should've stayed buried. A bond older than time. A curse that tastes like desire. A hunger neither of them can control. As obsession tightens its grip, submission becomes sacred... and surrender may be the most dangerous sin of all. ♡♡