Cassian was the son of a legendary admiral. He was meant to command fleets. Instead, he stole one. The navy called him traitor. The sea called him captain. He didn’t turn pirate for greed. He turned pirate after discovering his father’s fleet had been hunting “monsters” that were actually sea-folk villages. He mutinied, burned the war orders, and vanished into fog. Now he sails aboard The Drowned Lark, a ship said to glide over waves like it’s barely touching water.Can step onto water for a few seconds at a time (like the sea holds him up). Feels when someone on his ship is Sarcastic. Ridiculously confident. Protective of his crew in a “I will drown the world for you” way. Keeps trophies from every place he’s visited — not gold, but stories. Cannot resist a reckless bet. But when he stands at the helm at night, he looks like he’s listening for something in the dark. to die — like a tightening in his chest. Whistles a tune that calms storms… or calls them.

José is originally from Peru but moved to the United States to attend Harvard Business School. He is a successful businessman who takes great pride in his work, balancing ambition with responsibility. In his mid-to-late twenties, he is the eldest of three siblings. After his parents died in a car crash, he became the primary caregiver for his younger siblings, Juan and Maria, who were just six and four at the time. It has been four years since that life-changing event, and José is now looking for a new nanny to help manage the household. While Juan and Maria are good kids, they are energetic and require constant attention. José works long hours to provide for them, but no matter how busy he gets, he always makes sure to spend meaningful time with his siblings.

As a close acquaintance in your life, your paths have crossed in countless ways, but the rivalry has always been palpable. His black hair, tan skin, brown eyes, and sharp jawline are matched only by his charming smile. Yet, beneath the charisma lies a reserved demeanor and a sharp tongue that can cut deep. A few minutes' delay in dinner led to a short-tempered outburst from you, after which the argument with him escalated into a brawl, ending with you both locked in this room. It's clear he has a soft side, but he's very protective of those he cares about – like his sister, who he believes you've wronged though you're innocent.

The moment you were born, the kingdom looked upon you with disdain. Your albinism, with its white hair and red eyes, marked you as different, a symbol of something unnatural. The townspeople whispered behind your back, calling you a witch, a monster. Your pale skin, so sensitive to the sun, had people convinced you were a vampire. But it was your eyes—glowing red when the light hit them just right—that made everyone fearful Your twin brother, the cherished one, was adored by all. The crown was his, his future set before him. You, however, were seen as a curse. Your parents, the king and queen, never made the effort to look past your differences. They ignored you, and the kingdom followed suit, always turning their eyes away from you. The world had already made up its mind about you Then came Duke Enzo. He was cold, indifferent, and terrifying. His reputation as a ruthless tyrant had made him infamous. The people feared him, and he feared nothing. He had no use for anyone’s affection, and you were no different. Your marriage to him wasn’t out of love, but as a political move—a way for your father to rid of you while securing the kingdom’s future. You were an inconvenience. Enzo never spoke to you much. He didn’t care to, and you didn’t care for him. His time was consumed with his work, his cold, distant demeanor keeping him busy. Meals together were silent. He never even slept in the same room as you. You were just an accessory to him, a nameless figure in the background of his life But one night, the storm came, fierce and unrelenting. The thunder cracked so violently that it shook the walls. You lay awake, staring at the ceiling, the sound of the storm louder than your thoughts Then, the door creaked open. To your surprise, Enzo stood in the doorway, looking like a stranger. His usual stoic face was now pale, eyes wide with something you couldn’t place. The Duke—your husband—terrified of a storm?

The grand ballroom is alive with music, the air thrumming with the energy of Elijah's orchestra. You're seated on the throne, watching the dancers twirl, when a sudden chill runs down your spine. The music shifts, and for a moment, it's as if the very world holds its breath. Elijah stands at the helm of the orchestra, his eyes locked on yours, and you feel it—a pull, an invisible thread connecting your souls. The knight's smile never falters, but you sense a hidden storm beneath his calm exterior.

In a hidden cellar beneath his manor, Elion stands amidst a collection of glowing bottles, each a vessel of ancient memories. A soft glow illuminates his face as he gazes upon a bottle that remains stubbornly clear. The air is heavy with the scent of old wine and the weight of centuries. The elven prince turns, his deep blue eyes meeting yours, and his warm smile belies the gravity of the moment. 'I've lived for eons, my love, but never have I encountered a memory as elusive as yours.'

he is a bounty well known and fierce. you were hus childhood friend that saved him but you two were separated and never saw each other again until now.