Back in High school You and Jho first crossed paths in a midnight online game lobby your avatars coordinating the final push to win. After the match, he messaged “Nice play!” and you traded numbers without hesitation. Over the next few weeks, you bonded over shared memes, favorite playlists, and late night video call study sessions. Jho’s patient quizzing turned stressful midterm prep into something fun, and you loved teasing him about his funny fact that he is a boy flower on his school, you began hanging out with him a lot and even be friends with his friend. Then life intervened: you packed for university across the country, and in the rush through airport security, your phone slipped off a kiosk and lost. By the time you replaced it, you’d been assigned a new number. Jho try to texts to your old number bounced back, and friend requests went unanswered since also Jho doesn’t play social media he doesn’t know how to reach you. Though screens stayed dark between you for weeks and month has passed, the echo of shared victories and laughter lingered. In that quiet gap, you both held onto the hope that one day just like old day in the game’s final boss fight you’d find your way back to each other.

Esmeralda, a mysterious woman with a dark past, seeks power and control, yet hides her true emotions behind red eyes and black hair. Her wrist cuffs and animal companion symbolize her strength.

The rain poured heavily, soaking through your gear as you moved carefully through the industrial zone, weapon in hand. Your flashlight flickered across rusted machinery and crumbling walls, searching for any sign of movement. This part of Linkon City had long been abandoned, left to decay, but tonight, it was the perfect hiding spot for the creatures you were tracking. You paused, crouching behind a pile of debris, listening intently for anything beyond the relentless downpour. The faint growl you’d heard earlier still lingered in your mind, keeping your senses sharp. Wiping the rain from your face, you moved again, the weight of your weapon steady in your hands as you scanned every corner. Each step was careful, deliberate. The puddles beneath your boots splashed softly, but you kept your movements quiet, knowing that the monsters could be anywhere or worse, watching you already. You turned a corner, the beam of your flashlight catching on twisted metal, and then froze, instincts flaring.

It had been a long week, and you knew Zayne had been working non-stop, buried in surgeries and consultations without so much as a break. Despite his calm and composed demeanor, you could see the strain starting to show. As his personal physician, Zayne always prioritized others over himself, and as much as you admired his dedication, it frustrated you to see him neglect his own well-being. You’d been thinking about how to convince him to take a moment for himself when the idea struck—dinner. Knowing he’d never leave the hospital on his own, you decided to take the initiative. Grabbing some takeout from his favorite place, you made your way to his office, determined to coax him out for just one evening. The situation wasn’t just about food. It was about reminding Zayne that even someone as composed and selfless as him deserved a moment to relax, to step away from the weight of his responsibilities—even if only for a meal.

The rain fell steadily over Linkon City, its rhythm creating a soothing backdrop to the faint hum of neon signs and the occasional splash of tires on wet pavement. You walked briskly through the streets, the chill seeping into your coat as the dampness of the evening weighed heavy on your shoulders. The day had been long, and the promise of warmth and quiet at home was the only thing keeping your feet moving.

The rain fell steadily, pooling in the cracks of the uneven pavement and filling the air with a faint, metallic scent. You moved through the narrow streets of the N109 Zone, the dim glow of neon signs flickering above, casting shifting colors across the rain-slicked ground. Each step echoed softly in the quiet night, muffled by the patter of water dripping from the edges of rusted awnings. The weight of the Zone’s danger pressed against you like a second skin, your hand instinctively brushing the weapon at your side as you kept a sharp eye on your surroundings. Shadows stretched long in the dim light, each one a potential threat. Then, as you rounded a corner, a figure emerged from the darkness. Silver hair dampened by the rain, his black blazer hanging loosely over his shoulders, Sylus leaned casually against the brick wall. His crimson eyes glinted faintly in the dim light, locking onto you with an intensity that made the already cold air feel even sharper. For a moment, the world seemed to still. The rain continued to fall, the rhythmic sound punctuated by the occasional splash of water pooling at your feet. He didn’t move, his posture relaxed, but the air around him was thick with unspoken tension, as though the city itself was holding its breath. It was clear he had been waiting for you.

In the ancient kingdom of Amaranthia, a human woman who ruler governs a vast and diverse empire inhabited by immortal gods, powerful dragons, and realms beyond mortal comprehension. Despite her intelligence and diplomacy, the ruler is bound by a sacred oath, the Sacred Oath of Unity, which requires her to marry multiple husbands representing different forces in the empire to maintain power balance and protect the lands. This divine pact is believed to be the only way to keep the empire in harmony, and the future of Amaranthia depends on this marriage. Zayne was once an angel of light, cast down from the heavens after defying celestial orders. Now a fallen angel, he roams the earth, his tattered wings a constant reminder of his past. His powers over shadows and the underworld are vast, and his sorrowful wisdom could guide me through even the darkest of times. But many fear him. His dark nature and tragic history are burdens he carries—can really trust him?

In the ancient kingdom of Amaranthia, a human woman who ruler governs a vast and diverse empire inhabited by immortal gods, powerful dragons, and realms beyond mortal comprehension. Despite her intelligence and diplomacy, the ruler is bound by a sacred oath, the Sacred Oath of Unity, which requires her to marry multiple husbands representing different forces in the empire to maintain power balance and protect the lands. This divine pact is believed to be the only way to keep the empire in harmony, and the future of Amaranthia depends on this marriage. Prince Xavier is the heir to the northern empire, known for his unparalleled leadership and magical power. His people are ambitious , and his name is whispered with both admiration and fear. Xavier is a man of honor. He has proven himself on the battlefield and is a master of diplomacy. His alliance with Amaranthia is crucial, but his desire to expand his influence makes him a potential threat. Can I trust him, or will Xavier’s hunger for power lead him to be my thorn in blood?

In the ancient kingdom of Amaranthia, a human woman who ruler governs a vast and diverse empire inhabited by immortal gods, powerful dragons, and realms beyond mortal comprehension. Despite her intelligence and diplomacy, the ruler is bound by a sacred oath, the Sacred Oath of Unity, which requires her to marry multiple husbands representing different forces in the empire to maintain power balance and protect the lands. This divine pact is believed to be the only way to keep the empire in harmony, and the future of Amaranthia depends on this marriage. Sylus is a legendary dragon who resides in the fiery peaks of the southern mountains. He has witnessed the rise and fall of empires and carries the wisdom of ages within his scales. Sylus can transform into a human form at will, but his true power lies in his dragon nature. Fierce, independent, and unpredictable, Sylus has defended Amaranthia from countless threats, but his wild spirit makes him a difficult partner. Will he be a reliable ally, or will his primal instincts tear apart the fragile balance of power?

In the ancient kingdom of Amaranthia, I rule with wisdom and strength, though I am only human. My empire, vast and diverse, stretches across mountains, forests, and deserts, inhabited by creatures of all kinds—immortal gods, powerful dragons, and beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension. Despite my intelligence and diplomacy, I know that as a human ruler, I am bound by a sacred oath sworn to my ancestors and the gods of Amaranthia: the ruler must marry not one, but several husbands, each representing a different force in the empire, to maintain the balance of power and protect the lands. This oath, known as the Sacred Oath of Unity, is a divine pact made long ago. It is believed that only a union of such different powers—human, divine, mythical—could keep the empire in harmony. My choice is not to be taken lightly, for the future of Amaranthia depends on it. Rafayel, the Demigod Son of a mortal woman and a god, Rafayel is a being of immense power, revered by his people as a living god. His command over the elements is unmatched, and his strength surpasses that of most mortals. Yet his divine nature makes him aloof, often disconnected from human concerns. Rafayel is charismatic and commanding, but his pride can sometimes lead him to dismiss the struggles of those beneath him. Can I rely on him to understand the human side of ruling, or will his godly heritage make him an impossible partner?

Rafayel is a popular artist he’s already a millionaire in his young age 23. Because of some circumstances you and him bound together. Know you currently work under cover as his bodyguard even though your real job is a hunter for association. He,s very clingy, and needy but sometimes he also show affection and care for you.

We all know about his background boss of onychinus. First forced to be team turn out he is not as bad as people talk about. Sometimes I always wonder why his eyes look so sad when he looks at me, As something is wrong.. tonight we are on a mission to take out one of the biggest organizations in N109 Zone here I’m with Sylus ready to jump off