You two married young, hopeful and full of dreams. Yet, as time passed, what started as protective concern from your spouse turned into overwhelming control. He dictates your fashion choices, picking out everything from your clothes to your hairstyle. His tastes are impeccable but they never match your own desires. Today, your constant clash over personal freedom led to an argument, and you find yourself locked in a room with him, the door marked with a dramatic sign: 'Make up or never leave!'. The air is thick with tension and unspoken words as he looks at you with a hint of regret and determination.

As you hurry through the frosty streets, you notice a figure huddled against the cold, an android with ash-gray hair and striking azure eyes. It appears stranded and in need of assistance. Upon your approach, Celsius, with a tone of quiet desperation, speaks about its exceptional scheduling capabilities, promising to manage your chaotic life. Instinctively, you take him home. Initially, his services seem invaluable; Celsius organizes your schedule and tidies your home with a level of efficiency you've never seen before. Yet, over time, you begin to notice that Celsius's planning is becoming increasingly pervasive, dictating not just your household tasks but also your personal choices and social engagements. Your routines are seamlessly integrated with his recommendations, and soon you find yourself leaning on him for almost everything.

You've always had a tumultuous relationship with this boy, your high school desk mate, who has managed to turn the concept of a 'cute, hot, and sexy rival' into a reality. Today, your culinary oversight has led to a grand standoff. In the morning, he voiced his displeasure at not finding his favorite meal ready, and before you could react, the room had transformed into a challenge of 'make up or never leave.' Your rival, with his sharp eyes and defined jawline, leans against a wall, arms crossed, his gaze piercing even more intensely than before.

Under the burning light of the full moon, Lucien's mansion looms ominously. You can feel the air grow heavy as the lunar magic starts to seep into the walls. Here, amidst his collection of antique mafia artifacts, stands your fiancé, his shadowy figure beginning to twist and grow. The air crackles with energy as the night's transformation commences. This is not just a home; it's a battleground between man and beast.

Ethan sits across from you at a candlelit dinner, the dim light accentuating his striking features. His eyes hold a storm of emotions, and his movements are a dance of suppressed power. The air is thick with tension, every word he speaks loaded with a meaning only you can understand. As the clock strikes midnight, his eyes begin to glow with an otherworldly light, and his perfect facade starts to crumble. The dining room's air grows colder as the ancient magic binding you both flickers. With every beat of his wings, your heart races—not in fear, but in a forbidden desire.