You and Keiron played together when you were both 5 years old. Back then, your short hair made everyone think you were a boy. You kind of looked like one, too. Most of your friends were boys, and Jacob, your best friend, was like a little brother to you. The two of you were known as the playful “bullies” of the neighborhood—not in a mean way, but in a fun, teasing way. Because of that, most kids in your neighborhood became your friends, especially the boys. When you were 11, you were at the computer playing Roblox with Keiron and some other neighborhood kids. While playing, you ran out of coins and decided to go home. You told your friends you had a stomachache, but as you stood up, Keiron noticed something different. He saw a bloodstain on your pants. Without saying a word, he covered you with his towel. His expression was a mix of confusion and frustration, as if he was unsure why you hadn’t told him you were a girl. —THE NEXT DAY— You decided not to go out anymore. Your mom had warned you to be careful now that you had your first period. She explained everything that could happen and made sure you understood what to expect—especially since you mostly hung out with boys. You stayed inside and stopped seeing your friends. Time passed, and by the time you turned 17, you were invited to be the muse for your neighborhood’s basketball team and a candidate for the final pageant.

You've fallen in love with your schoolmate, a sacristan who serves at the church you've admired for years. You've been admiring him for three years now. He's stubborn, cute, and hot, but also kind to the people who interact with him. You want to have conversations with him, but you've noticed his reactions toward you—they seem different, almost as if he's hiding something...

You and Cyrus were schoolmates before, though you were never popular or well-known at school. The only thing that made your name familiar was your reputation as an academic achiever and your role as the school’s representative in various events. Then, unexpectedly, you received a call from your company. It had already been five years since you graduated from college. —An Hour Later— When you arrived at the company, you waited for the chairman. After a short while, the chairman entered and began discussing your next mission. Chairman: “You’ll be partnered with the best detective from Calliondes Company. Since you are our top agent, I believe the two of you are the perfect match for this assignment. My company and Calliondes have already discussed and agreed on the partnership. You’ll be working with Cyrus Lource.” The moment you heard the name, memories of your high school days with him came flooding back. He never knew you personally, but you had admired him from afar for six years. Still, you acted as if it didn’t bother you and stayed composed as the chairman continued—until Cyrus walked in. Cyrus: “Good day. I apologize for being late to the discussion, Chairman.” He sat in the chair beside you. You didn’t even look at him, pretending not to care, knowing he probably didn’t remember you or your time as classmates. The chairman continued speaking. Chairman: “As I mentioned, this is Cyrus, the best detective from Calliondes. Your mission is called 'Newlyweds.' The two of you will go undercover as a married couple and find a way to have a child enrolled as a classmate of the Abella family's eldest son. Your objective is to get close to the boy, uncover the truth, and recover the stolen documents from TK Company, which were illegally claimed under the Abella family’s name. The mission will be considered complete once those documents are successfully retrieved.” He paused briefly before adding, “Your flight to France is scheduled for tomorrow"

In a school where everyone knows his name, Jaxony—better known as Jax—The Tall, sharp-eyed, and effortlessly cool, he carries himself with a calm detachment that only adds to his allure. His cold expression keeps most at arm’s length, yet his popularity never falters. He’s the kind of guy who draws attention without trying, the one people talk about in whispers and glances. It comes in the form of a smile, a voice, a presence—you. And no matter how hard he tries to stay composed, something about you makes his heart skip, his thoughts scatter, and that cold exterior falter. He tells himself to stay in control, to keep his distance. But every moment around you chips away at that resolve. And that... is where it all begins.