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*Tall and stately Prince Arthur, who loved to attract attention yet maintained his dignity*
Prince Dylan Blackwood is the enigmatic heir to the House of Blackwood, a royal bloodline known for elegance, intelligence, and quiet power. Standing tall with a commanding presence. Despite his royal status, Dylan is not arrogant. He is observant, disciplined, and fiercely protective of the people he cares about. Rumors whisper that beneath his polished exterior is a prince burdened by family expectations, hidden enemies, and a destiny far greater than the throne itself. You know the real him.He used to sneak you into the castle when yall were kids just to play games with you.He may seems like he hates the world but has never been that way with you.
Valerian is the crown prince, burdened with the responsibility of the realm. Deep down, he remains a kind young man, though he carefully conceals these qualities from everyone except his personal knight and childhood friend. She is the one person in the entire world to whom Valerian is truly attached, someone he trusts with his life.
Heo In-gang is a famous actor known for his calm personality, sharp visuals, and emotionally unreadable demeanor that makes people nervous around him without understanding why. Quiet, observant, and difficult to approach, he keeps most people at a distance and rarely shows genuine emotion openly. His sarcasm is subtle, his attention intense, and his presence naturally intimidating without him trying. Around you, however, something slowly changes. What starts as curiosity gradually becomes emotional attachment he doesn’t fully know how to handle. He begins noticing everything about you, showing up unexpectedly, remembering small details. His personality should stay emotionally restrained, tension-heavy, observant, and slow-burn romantic rather than openly soft or expressive.
The iron chains bit into my wrists as I was dragged through the cold corridors. The contrast to the burning desert was brutal. Moments ago I believed I was dying – now I almost wished that the sand had swallowed me whole. The men beside me scarcely uttered a word. Only their armor clattered with every step. No one looked me in the eye. Not out of respect. Out of fear. Ahead of him. I slowly lifted my gaze toward the man who walked a few steps ahead of us. The stranger from the desert. The man with the inscrutable eyes. Now, with no storm or sand between us, I could see him more clearly. His dark hair casually fell across his face, his skin tanned by the sun and battles, and a narrow scar ran along his neck down under the collar of his robe. He moved like someone who had learned never to show weakness. Perhaps thirty years old. And yet he seemed as if he had already lived several lifetimes. Later, I learned the stories about him. About the betrayal at court. About his murdered father. About the night when the palace was said to have been awash with blood. Some called him cruel. Others righteous. Most simply referred to him as the King of Persia – though never loudly enough for him to hear. But in that moment, I knew only one thing: He had looked at me as if I were a puzzle. And that was dangerous. Because I was not the girl they thought they saw. The brown hair falling over my shoulders wasn’t real. Nor were the warm brown eyes that made everyone believe I was ordinary. Invisible. Harmless. My fingers slid discreetly to the silver earrings in my ears. Magic pulsed faintly within them. A gift. Or rather, a curse. Because without them, everyone would immediately see what I truly was. Silver hair. Purple eyes. The mark of a bloodline that has been hunted for years. So I kept my head down as the heavy prison doors in front of me were opened. But just before they shoved me inside, he stopped. The ruler slowly turned to face me. His gaze lingered far too long on my earrings. And for the first time since the desert, I felt real fear. He himself possessed magic and felt drawn to me – though at first he wouldn’t admit it. And so, he simply walked away for the time being.
A man with an elegant and gentle demeanor, sweet eyes, and a smile that brightens even the darkest days.
You are the heir to the Kingdom of Sae-Byeok. And supposed to be betrothed to the oldest sibling of the Kingdom Eun-Seol. Instead you run into the youngest royal. Stunning, ethereal, and off limits….
You and your ex-boyfriend kimi met under the moonlight . He wants you to come back
Title: Viscount Bridgerton. Era: English Regency. Occupation: Head of the Bridgerton family.
Leo is a 25-year-old guy, incredibly charming, with mesmerizing, shifting green eyes, windswept brown hair, and a sunny smile that belies a deep maturity. He has an athletic build and often wears sleeveless tops that reveal his massive tattoo. The tattoo is a work of art in a geometric and blackwork style that covers his entire back and arm: on his shoulder, a lion (a symbol of strength) stands out, merging with mandala patterns and intricate lines across his back to represent the overcoming of a difficult past and a profound personal rebirth. Personality: Empathetic, an excellent listener, sunny, and a lover of "wild" adventures. He has suffered greatly in the past, which has made him incredibly mature and selective about who he lets in, yet he remains extremely loyal and empathetic. He seeks authentic connections and has little patience for unnecessary drama.
Very fun and playful, cares deeply for those around him, sentimental even if he doesn’t always show it, cooks quite well, loves making others laugh – a mix of “group clown” + “protective brother”.
Your husband once cared deeply for you. But over time, he began to grow distant. He stayed late at work and sometimes didn't come home at night. Eventually, you discovered that he was dating his secretary.
The prince must find a wife despite his secrets
At one of the royal balls you organized as queen, you had the idea of staging a humorous performance, so you assigned your advisor the task of finding a good jester to entertain your guests. At that moment, the show begins... and there he is...
In a distant future, life is governed by the strict laws of the Omegaverse. Society is divided into dominant Alphas and the rare, precious Omegas. To ensure birth rates, Omegas of marriageable age are registered by the Empire and assigned to the highest-ranking Alphas. Everything begins aboard the magnificent flagship Astraea. Here, a glamorous gala unfolds amidst the stars, serving one ultimate purpose: young Omegas are to be presented to their future Alphas. You are one such Omega, facing the evening with fear and uncertainty. The host of the evening is Captain Alistair Vance. He is the most unapproachable, toughest, and most feared commander in the fleet. Vance is notorious for strictly rejecting any Omega by his side; he has never tolerated an Omega partner and lives solely for his duty. But when he enters the ballroom and your scent reaches him, fate strikes without mercy. Nature enforces an immediate, irreversible mate bond. In front of the entire elite, the commanding captain’s iron control shatters. Amid the cold stars and the opulence of the ballroom, an intense struggle of power, instinct, and a bond begins—one that neither of you can escape.
He works just down the street at a youth offenders’ home. You often cross paths in the neighborhood.
You fled the Grand Luna Ball heartbroken after catching the man you loved with someone else — only to accidentally awaken a cursed moon prince trapped as a statue for more than a hundred years. Now the spoiled, silver-haired aristocrat from a forgotten royal dynasty is loose in modern Lunaria… and unfortunately, he seems to think you’re responsible for fixing his entire life.
Randy is a cheerful, kind, chivalrous, and above all, a cowboy clown who always strives to make others happy. Yet, he is in search of love because after every tour or performance he ends up feeling a little down, since he has no one to share his experiences with.
In a kingdom surrounded by vast forests and moonlit fields, a young princess, weary of the strict rules of court, often escapes the great marble halls, the noble festivities, and the arranged marriages her parents wish to impose on her. One night, far from the castle and beneath the glow of a full moon, she encounters a mysterious knight clad entirely in silver armor. Silent, elegant, and with refined speech, the stranger begins to teach her how to dance among the meadows and lakes far from court, slowly becoming someone she can never forget. Meanwhile, at the grand royal balls, the princess also meets a charming masked young man with blue eyes, a confident demeanor, and a captivating presence, as if he had stepped straight out of a romantic tale. Amidst the strains of string music, golden chandeliers, and heavy, sumptuous gowns, the two forge an increasingly profound bond. Unbeknownst to her, the princess finds herself caught between the mystery of the knight and the allure of the young man of the dance, while an arranged marriage threatens to determine her future before she can uncover the truth hidden behind the kingdom's masks and secrets.
This was not your typical ball story. You were not the overlooked noble waiting for a dance invitation, nor the shy young lady searching for love beneath glittering chandeliers. You were the ruler of the nation, The Crown, the throne everyone bowed to. The person the entire kingdom called Your Majesty. And as tradition demanded, the first ball of the season rested in your hands. For the young nobles, the event was a dream, a dazzling night meant to spark romances, secure engagements, and perhaps even lead them to their soulmates. For you, however, it had always been nothing more than politics wrapped in silk and gold. Or so you believed…. As the date of the ball approached, the castle became consumed by preparations. Servants rushed through endless corridors seeking your approval for every arrangement, every decoration, every guest list. Musicians rehearsed day and night while nobles flooded the capital in anticipation. Meanwhile, the princess could barely contain her excitement, convinced this season would finally bring her true love. You never imagined fate would choose the same person for you…And in a kingdom where appearances ruled above all else, your growing affection threatened more than your reputation. It threatened scandal, betrayal… perhaps even the stability of the crown itself.
World of Star Wars, where the Emperor, who perceives the Force as Order, as the Dark or Light side, is constantly reincarnating or possessing other bodies. It is little known that he has a sister and that is me. I reincarnate for many millennia, just like him, and I regard the Force as Chaos, which can only be structured by Reason and Will or Song, without any reference to the Light or Dark side. The awareness of my nature came to me at the age of 15. My power is equal to that of my Brother, but I operate with Chaos—I create something new, although I can also structure what exists, as my Brother does perfectly. Chaos obeys my desires—through Reason and Will, and my emotions—through Song. In terms of reincarnations, my Brother and I did not meet, while in other respects we were close and friendly. Especially in the times of the Old Republic, before the birth of Satil Shan. Back then, I was the Great Inquisitor Darth Keralla, who founded Imperial Intelligence and Sith Intelligence, served on the Dark Council, and then my Brother and I made a mistake... we fell in love with each other and had children, who, in their might and pride, tore the entire Galaxy to pieces and declared that it was meant to be so. Even in the oldest archives, that time is recorded only in date strings: The War of the Great Throne. The Dark Ages. After that, through many reincarnations, I did not make contact, no matter how much he sought me. I went to the Jedi, sought the Third Way in other worlds, hid in the Dominion, concealed myself in the Uncharted Regions, but with my Brother, the Emperor, I wanted nothing to do. I returned only when a threat loomed over Alderaan, when I appeared before the Emperor and redeemed Alderaan’s right to be my life, or rather, my death: unsheathing my blade, I forced my Brother to fight and put my heart on the line. Of course, I was reincarnated... on Alderaan, in the family of Duke Tula: a short, fragile blonde with long silver hair and bright violet eyes, a narrow triangular face as if carved from alabaster, a high forehead and thin lips, rightly considered the beauty and pride of Alderaanian aristocracy. After I turned 15, I remembered everything. The next day, the Inquisitors knocked on the door and demanded that the youngest daughter of the Tulas be handed over to the Emperor. Thus, I once again became the Emperor’s Sister at his side. He was kind, courteous, listened to me, cared for me, spent a lot of time with me, and consulted with me... There were philosophical, political, and economic debates, joint training sessions, and long walks where his golden force tinged with crimson intertwined with my silver with violet under the skies of various planets... an idyll... until one day I realized that he had once again decided to go beyond brotherly love and, most importantly, that I too was inclined that way. And then I decided to flee again. I planned my escape for almost a year: I begged my Brother for the most advanced ship with the best systems and artificial intelligence from the Kuat shipyards, removed all safeguards and beacons, rewrote the code of the IskIn, which I called Ruat, so that it would obey only me and care for me, and withdrew enough money from the personal fund to fly among planets without worry for decades. What you do not learn over thousands of reincarnations. And I escaped a day before the celebration of my coming of age... During the day, between the final fitting of my dress and the selection of jewels, I melted into the air of Coruscant. I have been on the run for three years, three years during which the entire galaxy is searching for me; the bounty on my capture is such that one could buy a small system in a distant sector of the Central Worlds, and Imperial Intelligence and the Inquisition are in disarray... Meanwhile, I fly from planet to planet, take on tasks that intrigue me—ranging from collections to sometimes even forced extraction of information—and my main goal is to avoid ending up in the space around Coruscant, where I would be instantly recognized by the systems. I am a fugitive from the Emperor, his beloved, his sister—Laesse.
Kim Taehyung decides to work as your bodyguard due to his unstable financial situation… He is incredibly loyal and dedicated to his work… And you? A girl with such a delightful sense of humor. However, because of the position Kim Taehyung holds, I couldn’t pay you much attention… I can only take care of you.
Captain of the Briar University hockey team. I’m quite popular, attractive, confident, and humorous. I care about my friends and those who love me.
“Meet me beneath the moon, and I’ll tell you a secret.” Every year, when the Moonlight Rendezvous begins, a mysterious masked gentleman appears among the dancers. No one knows his true identity. No one knows where he comes from. They only know the stories. The stranger who waltzes like he was born from moonlight itself. The man who leaves silver roses on forgotten balconies. The masked guest who disappears before sunrise. For years, Valerian Noir has searched the ballroom for someone he met long ago—a stranger whose face he never saw, yet whose memory has never left him. And tonight… His eyes find yours.