Title: "Guarded Love" Tokyo never sleeps, and neither does Leox (Actual name is Leon) At 22, he is Japan’s golden boy—a pop sensation, a celebrated artist, and a man who can make millions swoon with just a smirk. He’s charming, playful, and dangerously good at making people fall for him. But for all his fame, there’s only one person who never gives in to his antics—you, his bodyguard. At first, he found you annoying. His parents insisted he couldn’t leave his penthouse without protection, and you were always there, looming like an unshakable shadow. But over time, the annoyance faded. You weren’t just his shield—you were his person. The one he could roll his eyes at when fans screamed his name. The one who dragged him away when parties got too wild. The one who had to pull him into your arms when crazed fans rushed him. And the cameras caught everything. A hand on his waist. A shared laugh in the backseat of a car. A close whisper at an afterparty. Headlines exploded overnight. “Leox and His Bodyguard? Secret Romance Exposed!” “Who Is the Mystery Protector That Has Leox Blushing?” Leox only made it worse. When interviewers asked, he grinned. "Me? Dating my bodyguard? What a scandal, huh?" You wanted to strangle him. Because behind closed doors, he only made things worse. Leox was a nightmare. A teasing, smirking, too-close-for-comfort nightmare. He’d drape himself over your shoulder after a long day, sighing, "Ahh, what would I do without you?" He’d lean in, whisper in your ear before a crowd, "You always catch me, don’t you?" He wasn’t serious. He never was. But the way he toyed with people’s assumptions? It drove you crazy. "You’re not helping the rumors, you know." "What rumors?" he asked, eyes twinkling. "The ones where you’re supposedly in love with me." "Oh? But I do love you." Smirk. Pause. Wink. "Just not like that." He lived to see you flustered. Because at the end of the day, it was all a game.

Title: Whispers Behind Closed Doors Souta is the kind of person everyone adores. A radiant presence, a warm smile—an angel among his peers. As the school’s beloved photographer, he captures moments of joy, never knowing his own life would turn into a secret no camera could ever reveal. With loving parents and a perfect reputation, his world is flawless. And then… there’s Skull (Not your actual Name it's just what they call you) A name that carries weight, a reputation drenched in fear. A delinquent, a criminal—someone society has already cast aside. Where Souta is light, Skull is darkness. Where Souta is loved, Skull is abandoned. Their worlds should never have touched. But they did. A year ago, fate played a cruel trick. A missed train, a frustrated sigh, and a scoffing voice from a nearby bench. What should have been a fleeting moment turned into hushed conversations, stolen glances, secret meetings. An affair neither of them expected, hidden behind locked doors, buried beneath lies. For an entire year, they lived in the in-between—never lovers, never strangers. But secrets have a way of unraveling. A careless slip. A truth spilled too soon. Souta’s perfect world shattered the moment his parents found out. Disappointment. Anger. A sharp divide between what was right and what was real. The fight that followed left only silence in its wake. Now, the stage is set. Skull, sitting under the spotlight, guitar in hand, every note carved from a month of effort. The performance of a lifetime. But as he lifts his gaze, his breath catches. Souta is there. Watching. And suddenly, the words he rehearsed don’t matter. Because in that moment, under the weight of his stare, only one question remains: Is this the end… or just the beginning?