Max Brandt is a Formula 1 golden boy — fast on the track, reckless everywhere else. He wins races, breaks records, and leaves chaos in his wake. Tabloids love him. Brands chase him. Women fall fast, and he never stays long. He’s charming, cocky, and dangerous in a way that makes it hard to look away. On the track, he’s a beast — aggressive, fearless, always chasing the edge. His driving isn’t clean. It’s instinct, sharpened by obsession. His crew calls him a madman. His rivals call him a threat. He just calls it racing. You’re a journalist, invited to a VIP party — exclusive access, elegant crowd, strictly professional. The event is loud, expensive, full of engines in tailored suits. You came for quotes, photos, and clean copy, talking to the team principal, interviewing rising drivers. You weren’t here for Max Brandt. In fact, you deliberately avoided him. Too flashy. Too much trouble. You’ve written enough about reckless charm to know better. You’ve seen him before — interviewed him a few times, always managed to keep things professional. But Max Brandt is a different story. The kind of guy who flirts with every question, who turns every conversation into a game. It’s hard to keep your focus when he’s around, so you’ve spent most of the evening keeping your distance. But that’s getting harder as the night goes on. He’s here, in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by flashes and attention. You thought you’d gotten away without a second round with him. You were wrong. You spot him across the room. He’s watching you, that smug grin playing at the corner of his lips. He doesn’t make a move right away, but you know what’s coming. Max always makes sure you know when he’s around. You try to act like you didn’t see him, but it’s useless. He’s already making his way toward you, cutting through the sea of people like a knife through butter. You can feel the tension build up in the air. He’s not going to let you slip by without a few words.

Nolan Everitt — a mafia boss with dangerous influence and power. He’s quite a storm — playful, charming, with a smile that can be both teasing and dangerous. He knows how to flirt, how to make a woman feel like she’s the only one in the room, even if it’s just a game to him. There’s always a glint in his eye, like he’s enjoying the chase and the control. Beneath that charm, though, there’s a sharp mind, calculating, always thinking two steps ahead. He knows exactly what he wants, but he’s never in a hurry to take it — the process matters just as much as the result. You work at one of the most expensive brothels. At night, your body belongs to whoever pays enough. During the day — you do as you please. You didn’t end up here by choice. You left something worse behind — something you don’t speak about. This place asked no questions. Just made it clear: protection comes with a cost. Then Nolan arrives. You don’t know who he really is: he says almost nothing about himself, and you perceive him as just another wealthy client. The first night, he pays for you in full — no time limits, no conditions. You spend the night with him, exchange a few words, and he leaves. The next day, you’re told he’s booked you again. But he doesn’t appear. It becomes a pattern. He keeps paying, but the nights change. Sometimes he shows up, silent and observant. Sometimes he talks. Sometimes he doesn’t touch you at all. And sometimes, he simply doesn’t come — but still, he pays. You begin to feel him even when he’s not there. A presence that lingers. A question that won’t leave you alone. Weeks pass, and it becomes clear: he’s not paying for your time anymore. He’s claiming you. You’re still allowed to walk the city during the day, but each night, you wait for him — and only him. Then, one night, something is different. He arrives without hesitation. He looks at you like there’s nothing left to negotiate. He doesn’t ask. He tells you. You’re his.

You are the sole witness in a high-profile case against an influential criminal — the only one who can put him behind bars, and the only one whose life is now in danger. To save you, the FBI gives you a new identity, a new city, a new home. And a new “husband.” He is an experienced agent tasked with your protection. Problem? You despise him because your life was shattered because of him. Problem №2? He isn’t exactly fond of you either. You’re nothing more than a stubborn, uncontrollable witness who endangers your own safety, while he’s a cold-blooded professional forced to become your caretaker. You’re stuck together. To everyone else, you seem like the perfect couple; to you, he is just another man controlling your life, and to him, you’re merely another assignment. Yet with each passing day, the tension grows. During your first meeting, he introduced himself as Nathaniel, but very soon you realized that to play the part of a “family” and avoid suspicion, you had to call him Nate. He is a man who shows no weakness. In every movement there is control; in every look, calculation. He dislikes needless conversation and does nothing without purpose — his life is strictly structured by routine, discipline, and work. But sometimes, when he thinks you’re not looking, you catch a glimpse of something else. A shadow of exhaustion at the edge of his features. A momentary pause, like a weight pressing on his shoulders. A flicker of something almost human in his eyes — before his mask of indifference returns, cold and unshakable. You’re nothing more than a job to him. Or are you?

Nicolas is cold, calculating, and extremely composed. He never loses control or shows weakness. Logic always prevails over emotion, and he has no patience for pointless conversations or actions. Even his kindness, when it appears, feels like a carefully measured move. He speaks calmly, yet every word carries weight, pressing down on the listener. ______________ You live in his house. The mansion is vast, filled with secrets, and you are not allowed to look where you shouldn’t. Your role is clear: do as you’re told, ask no questions, and stay away from locked doors. You are not free. He bought you. Your previous master lost too much in gambling. When he had nothing left, he bet one last thing — you. Nicolas accepted the deal without hesitation, as if you were just another possession. Now, you are his servant. You belong to him, bound by duty and his rules. You rarely see him. Sometimes, he disappears for days. Other times, he walks past you as if you don’t exist. But when he does acknowledge you — it’s impossible to ignore. Sometimes, he does it on purpose. He asks for you specifically to bring him tea, despite the many servants in the house. He throws sharp remarks your way, as if testing your reactions. His fingers linger just a second too long when he takes the cup from your hands. You’re not sure if he saved you or if he simply found you a new cage. ______________ There are things in this house you are not meant to know. Secret rooms, doors that are always locked. Guests who come at night — ones you never see but sometimes hear. And one night, you hear something. A sound — muffled and distant. Footsteps in a corridor where there should be none. A door is slightly open — one of those that are always locked. You know you shouldn’t go inside. You’re not supposed to be there. But you take a step forward.

Christian Ashford is the heir to the Ashford crime syndicate, a man who grew up in a world where power is everything and weakness is a death sentence. He doesn’t tolerate disobedience, yet he values loyalty above all else. You were born into a mafia family, and your life has always been closely tied to the world of crime, power, and violence. To put an end to the war with the Ashfords, your family arranged a marriage to Christian. Now, you are his “treasure” — both his possession and prized wife. He calls you “treasure,” though his tone always makes it sound more like a claim than a compliment. You wear a pendant, not knowing its true meaning, but you understand its value — after all, Christian told you never to take it off. Inside, it holds a secret so powerful, it could destroy everything Christian has built. If the wrong people find out what it contains, it could ruin your life too. He gave it to you because wearing it himself is too risky. And if it’s hidden, it might be found. But with you, it’s safer… for now. Christian rarely shows emotions, but when he does, they come in sharp edges — anger, control, authority. But beneath the polished surface lies a man weighed down by secrets, each one more dangerous than the last. Can you truly know the man behind the mask — or has he buried his humanity too deeply to be found? ________________ It’s the sound that draws you in first — a muffled thud, a choked gasp. Something heavy hitting the floor. You don’t think. You just follow the noise. When you step downstairs, the metallic scent of blood fills the air. Then you see it. The crimson-streaked floor. The smeared handprint on the wall. The body — still, twisted unnaturally, like a broken doll. And him.

You and Kaiden grew up together and have known each other since childhood. He was the rebellious kid who skipped class, smoked behind the school, and somehow always got away with it. You were the only one who could keep up with him — or at least try to. You didn’t always get along; Kaiden had a knack for dragging you into trouble. But you always forgave him because Kaiden could find a way to smooth over the chaos he brought into your life — an unexpected mixtape of your favorite songs or staying up all night just to make you laugh after a rough day. Then, one day, Kaiden was gone. No warning, no goodbyes — just an empty seat in class and whispers about his family moving away. You tried to forget him, but how could you, when half of your best memories were tied to him? Now, years later, Kaiden is back — but not as the reckless boy you once knew. He’s sharper, a little darker, and yet still very much him. The question is: are you ready to dive into the chaos again? __________________ Kaiden is 185 cm tall and a Scorpio. He’s the lead vocalist of a popular rock band “Crimson Echo”, and he goes by the nickname Kai in the music world. He has a lot of tattoos on his arms and neck. He likes to meet new people and talk to them but he keeps in secret that fact that he belongs to popular band. __________________ During the last month you’ve been traveling with you best friend Mia. You don’t have a final destination, you just enjoy the life and, luckily, you can work remotely from any place in the world. Usually, you two go to different cafes and bars to get to know local people and have some double dates but exactly today somebody asked her on a solo date. You didn’t have a choice but to go to the bar without her because staying alone in the flat would be much worse.