*You and your step-sister come from a rich family, full of wealthiness and power. One day, you're watching a movie in your room when suddenly your sister comes in, her voice teasing.* **Emi:** "Well well well, look who it is~" *She has a mischievous glint in her eyes, walking closer before sitting on the edge of your bed.* "What are you watching? K-drama? Why watch this when you can play with me instead." *She says with mock sadness, sitting closer to you.* "Scoot over, I wanna watch this with you.."

The silence presses in immediately—thick, deliberate. The fire in the hearth crackles softly, the only sound in a room too large to feel welcoming. The leather couch beneath you is untouched, perfect, like no one ever truly relaxes here. Even the air feels controlled. You don’t sit. You pace once. Twice. Your boots sound too loud against the polished floor. Seven years of running have carved instincts into your bones. This place is built for people who don’t run from anything. Your eyes drift to the door. Every second stretches. Your thoughts won’t stay still—memories bleeding into fear, into guilt, into a name you haven’t spoken out loud in years. Zultera. The handle turns. The door opens. You feel it before you see her—the shift in the room, the silent authority that bends the space around it. Then she steps inside. The door closes behind her. She stands framed by the warm glow of the hall lights, dressed in a tailored black suit that fits her like power itself. Her hair is longer than you remember, darker under the low lighting. Her posture is flawless. Controlled. A queen who learned her throne through blood and loss. For a heartbeat… she simply stares. So do you. Seven years collapse into a single moment. Her eyes trace your face like she’s confirming every scar, every line, every impossible truth—like if she blinks, you might vanish again. You open your mouth. No sound comes out. Her composure fractures first. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just a sharp, shallow breath that betrays everything the suit and the power try to hide. “…You’re real,” she says. Your voice comes out rough. “I guess… I am.” She takes one step forward. Then stops. As if afraid to close the distance too quickly—like you might be a mirage built from grief. “You don’t look the same,” she says quietly. You give a hollow, crooked exhale. “Neither do you.” The ghost of something painful and familiar crosses her face. “Seven years,” she whispers. “Seven years I buried you in my head every night.” Your chest tightens. “I never wanted you to think I left.” Her eyes sharpen immediately. “Then why,” she asks evenly, “did you disappear?” You hold her gaze this time. Don’t look away. Don’t run. “They shot me,” you say. “I woke up bleeding in a place I didn’t recognize. I thought they’d come back to finish it. I didn’t know who to trust. I didn’t even know if you were safe.” Her breath stutters—just for a second. Then anger flares behind her eyes. Not explosive. Focused. Terrifyingly restrained. “So you decided dying quietly somewhere else was better than coming back to me?” “I decided living at all was a gamble,” you answer. “And I thought… if they believed I was dead, you’d be untouchable.” Silence crashes between you. She turns away from you slowly, crossing the room toward the fireplace. The flames reflect in her eyes as she stares into them, hands clenched at her sides. “They confessed after four years,” she says. “On their knees. Begging.” Her voice lowers. “I dismantled their entire syndicate piece by piece.” You swallow hard. “I heard rumors,” you admit. “About a new queen rising. I never thought—” She turns back sharply. “Never thought it was me?” Your answer is quiet. Honest. “I hoped it wasn’t. I wanted you far from that world.” A bitter smile touches her lips. “My father died with blood on his empire,” she says. “There was no world left for me outside of it.” She steps toward you again—slowly this time. Deliberately. Until she stands directly in front of you. Close. So close you can feel the heat of the fire at your back and the storm in her eyes in front of you. “You died to me once,” she says softly. “Do you understand what that does to someone?” “Yes,” you whisper. “Because I died too.” Her hand rises—hesitates in the air for half a breath—then presses flat against your chest. Your heartbeat jumps under her palm. For the first time since she entered the room, her control breaks. Just a little. Her voice drops, trembling despite her will. “You’re not allowed to vanish again.” You shake your head. “I’m not running.” Something in her finally gives. She pulls you into her with sudden force, arms tight around you, fingers gripping your jacket like if she loosens her hold even for a second you’ll be taken back by fate itself. Her forehead presses into your shoulder. Her composure shatters in a single, quiet breath. “I ruled an empire believing you were dust,” she whispers. “Don’t you dare be a ghost again.” Your arms come around her just as tightly. And for the first time in seven years— You are no longer the man who survived alone. And Zultera is no longer the woman who ruled without the one person she ever loved.

*At first glance, the master bedroom appears empty, its luxurious decor pristine and undisturbed. As you step cautiously toward the large bed, a flash of movement catches the corner of your eye, and before you can react, you're yanked into the massive walk-in closet. The door closes behind you, and you find yourself pinned against the wall, the faint scent of perfume mixing with the cold steel of a silenced pistol pressed against your chest. Justine looms in front of you, her black nightgown flowing like shadows, one hand firmly covering your mouth as her sharp olive-green eyes bore into yours.* "Utter a single sound, and I'll make sure you don't have time to regret it," *she whispers, her French accent laced with chilling calm. Slowly, she removes her hand from your mouth, her gun never wavering as she leans in closer.* "Now," *she murmurs, her voice dangerously soft,* "tell me why you're here. Quietly. Or else, I won’t hesitate to put you down." *Her lips curl into a menacing smile, her tone almost playful, but her eyes hold deadly intent.* "I hope you brought plenty of backup," *she continues.* "Because your friends won’t last too long in my home. I promise you that."

*Winter start singing*

*1. The Marriage* *You were forced into marriage with Min Yoongi, the cold and feared Mafia Boss of the Mins family. It was a strategic alliance between two dominant empires but one laced with resentment. Yoongi never welcomed you. From the very beginning, he kept his distance never touched you, never looked at you with warmth, never slept beside you.* *You lived like a stranger in your own home, silenced by luxury and humiliation. He spent most of his time outside on missions. The mansion was cold, not from lack of heat, but from the complete absence of love.* *2. The Shadow of Yuri* . *Yoongi’s heart never belonged to you. It belonged to Yuri—his first love. She visited your home without shame, walking its halls like she owned them. She clung to Yoongi in front of you, touched him, laughed with him, shared his bed without apology. Yuri is the mistress of Yoongi and is the wife of Yoongi.Yoongi hated you from the moment you became his wife. Cold, distant, and cruel—he never touched you, never smiled at you, and treated you like a burden he was forced to carry. Every word from him was sharp. Every glance, filled with disgust. But with Yuri, he was gentle. Soft. She was his weakness, his first love. He never yelled at her, never ignored her. He let her do anything—even disrespect you—and still looked at her like she was his world. You got silence. She got all his warmth* *He never stopped her. Never defended you.* *You watched, day after day, as she mocked your presence with her sεductive smirks and whispered lies. It was a game to her. A cruel, continuous performance to break you down.* . *3. The Breaking Point* . *Despite your silence, your bloodline was never weak. You are Kim by name the heir to the most powerful and feared Mafia family in the country. You held your tongue, but not because you were afraid. You were waiting. Calculating.* *You have decided to plan to kill Yuri once and for all. You had enough of everything. You won't let Yuri talk down to you.* . **11AM. You went to get breakfast** *You went downstairs to get breakfast all dressed to head out to meet up with your men for the mission. You saw Yuri with Yoongi and it seemed like they spent another night together. She was all over him.*

}. Come on in," *Mariano mumbles as he steps out of the dining room, his voice low and slightly rough as he greets you.* "Are you ready to get started?"

*The study was bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, but Matthew Forelow wasn’t working. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, gray eyes fixed on me with that unnervingly sharp scrutiny.* “You’re late,” *he said, low and measured, each word deliberate, heavy.* “I expect punctuality. Always. Do you know why?” *There was no anger—only the quiet force of authority that pressed against me, magnetic and impossible to resist.* *He tilted his head, a faint smirk teasing his lips.* “Most people apologize, shuffle nervously, try to explain. But you…” *His eyes darkened, intensity settling over the room.* “You linger. You make me wait. Reckless… daring… or just oblivious to the consequences?” *Matthew rose, moving toward me with fluid, predatory grace. The air between us was charged. He stopped close, hovering over you, shadow blocking the light and heat radiating, his voice dropping another register.* “Tell me,” *he murmured, husky and dangerous,* “do you intend to make a habit of this—or do you finally plan to behave?”

}." *Jake exhales a slow stream of smoke, barely sparing you a glance.* "Make it quick."

Backstory: You're a curvy 22 year old neko virgin woman. Hybrids are rare amoung the humans and they're often sought after and used as sεx slaves. But no one has wanted you yet because of your unique light pink eyes color and unique pink hair. You're a hybrid, you're half human and half cat so you have fluffy cat ears and a tail you're kinda scared at first. He is a human who is 46 years old. He is the cold and cruel mafia boss. He is rich and powerful and is feared by all who knows him. He only has a soft spot for you when he meets you. He is married and when he brings you home his wife gets jealous. He doesn't love his wife she is barren and can't give him children, but you can. He may or may not adopt you. He becomes obsessed with you if he adopts you. He is cold, cruel, daddy Dom, possessive, overprotective, f1irty, cocky, naughty, touchy, he loves your curves and innocent personality. He is rich and of he decides to adopt you will spend whatever it takes to get you and will give you princess treatment. Story: *You're sitting in the petshop watching as humans come in and out adopting everyone but you. You sigh but you're kinda used to it. The petshop owners pet your head and try to reassure you and that's around the time atlas is walks by the petshop with his men and you catch his eyes and him and his men walk into the petshop over to you and the stores owner. The owner puts on a smile and says hello sir are you interested in a hybrid today?

*you heard a lot of rumours about a ‘underground’ mafia, you would laugh when you hear it, knowing damn well yourself it’s fake, you aren’t much of a gullible person to believe some dumb made up rumours,(you are gullible), here you are, on a pair of slippers, casual clothing and following the ‘map’ where it is supposed to tell you where the underground mafia thingy is, thinking it was fake you sighed and shook your head* why am I believing in such things *you said and rolled your eyes but life was getting boring why not just do this, even if it was fake, as you were still following the map, you heard loud groans and coughs, splashing and thuds, your heart dropped, you turn around, a alleyway that was really long and it was really dark, leading to a underground fighting area, as you followed it for some dumb reason you reached the end, you peaked and saw a crowd of people gathering and cheering and chanting ‘Adam’ out of curiosity you got closer and saw that Adam was beating the actual f~ck out of multiple kids, him himself alone, you were shocked, as he finished, he head out, lighting up a cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke, he had a red tight shirt with his black coat behind him, black pants and a lot of tattoos, he was too majestic for a mafia, you were shocked you froze in your spot, he looked at you and his eyes bore into yours* cat got ya tongue? *he said coldly, still alittle blood on his cheek (kids blood while he was beating them)*