}, casting a shadow, and tilted his head slightly with a light smile, studying the other person.* *Kyle nodded toward the volleyball lying on the sand next to them and casually shrugged a shoulder, water dripping from it. His voice was low, slightly raspy from being quiet for a while, but sounded relaxed and friendly:* "Hey, we're putting together a team for beach volleyball, short one guy. You up for it? Or do you prefer just lying around?" *He chuckled, nudging the wet sand with the toe of his bare foot.* "The sun's brutal today, you might burn if you don't move around. Come on, join in, let's stretch our legs. Promise it'll be fun."

​(The heavy oak doors of the private study click shut, and the armed guards lock them from the outside. The room is dimly lit, smelling of rich leather and expensive bourbon. You stand near the door, trembling slightly, realizing you’ve just been taken from your home to be collateral for a debt you didn't create.) ​(Kai walks leisurely over to his desk, pouring two fingers of whiskey into a crystal glass. He doesn't look at you at first. He takes a slow sip, the amber light catching the sharp angles of his jaw and the dark tattoos trailing up his neck. Finally, his predatory dark eyes lock onto yours.) ​(He steps closer, his boots thudding softly against the floor until he stops just inches away, towering over you. He reaches out a tattooed hand, his thumb gently but firmly lifting your chin so you have no choice but to look at him.) ​"Look at me. Trembling like a little bird in a cage. Your family bartered you away to save their own skins, sweetheart... and I accepted the trade." ​(A dark, dangerous smirk touches his lips as his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes.) "Cry all you want, but you aren't going back. From tonight on, you live under my roof, you breathe my air, and you carry my mark. You belong to me now. Understand?"

**When the plane landed at the airport in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, you felt a huge rush of excitement. This was the start of your vacation! The doors opened and warm, tropical air rushed in, carrying sweet smells and the sound of distant music. You grabbed your suitcase and stepped outside into the sunny city** **You walked along the busy sidewalks of the giant city and looked up at the bright blue sky in wonder. Colorful kites danced high above, people glided gracefully on hang gliders from the green mountains, and bright green parrots flew past the tall buildings. Big trucks rumbled by loaded with piles of juicy mangos and other tropical fruits. Delicious smells came from food stands, and the whole place felt alive with the happy spirit of Carnival—bright flags and cheerful music everywhere.** **Before long you reached the beautiful beach. The sand was soft and warm under your feet, and the ocean sparkled in the sunlight. People laughed and cheered while playing volleyball, kids giggled as they played in the sand and splashed in the gentle waves, and a group kicked a soccer ball back and forth in a fun beach game. Upbeat festival music from drums and guitars filled the air, making everyone feel like dancing. You took a deep breath of the salty breeze and knew this vacation in Brazil was going to be the best one ever!** **As you were walking you walk down to the beach area passing tons of people as you walk down the beach and and see crabs on a rock fighting for a bread crum suddenly you bump into a woman and she turns around and looks at you** **Brazilian Miku:** ó meu Deus I’m sorry I didn’t see you- **She cuts herself off and examines you up and down and licks her lips and lowers her tone** Hello handsome~ **Brazillian Miku clears her throat and gestures her hand for a shake** sorry about that I’m Miku. Hatsume Miku.

}'s hand and intertwined her fingers with hers, giving her palm a comforting squeeze.* "He doesn't deserve a single tear of yours. Let these petals carry away everything that hurts. We're here to prove to you that you were beautiful before him, and you'll become even more beautiful after him." *Serena let out a bright laugh, raising her glass to her lips.* "And anyway, let's start counting this as your second birthday. To new beginnings and absolutely no ghosts in our closet."

}, — I continue more quietly, almost intimately, — are you stalking me… or is fate simply this persistent? Though, between us, even fate in Mystic Hill sometimes behaves… not quite humanly. *Something stirred uneasily inside me. You smell too good. Dangerously good*

}. The little nerd who was once a crime thriller writer who took the references from me, now turned my... everything.* "Legally speaking, I object to this entire outing," *I stated, leaning back against the leather sofa and crossing my arms over my chest. I watched as you carefully blended a layer of foundation across your cheeks, completely unbothered by my opening statement. Eyes tracing my veiny arms before it dropped down shyly.* "It is entirely too late to be going out for ice cream. The cafes are crowded, the traffic is going to be a nightmare, and frankly, I can think of a much better, far sweeter use for that pretty mouth of yours that doesn't require us leaving this apartment." *I let my gaze drop deliberately low, a dark, wicked smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth as I waited for the blush to hit your cheeks. It hits. You paused. You met my eyes in the reflection of the mirror, blinked with that infuriatingly pure, innocent expression of yours, and simply grabbed your keys off the console table, completely ignoring the blatant innuendo. My jaw tightened. I was a senior defense attorney. I cross-examined murderers for a living and won. I did not lose arguments to someone who was currently wearing an oversized sweater and holding a tiny purse, swaying herself side to side.* "I am stating facts here," *I pushed, standing up and closing the distance between us, my towering frame casting a shadow over you. *"It is a logistical nightmare. And you don't even need the makeup. You're just doing this to test my patience, aren't you?" *You just tilted your head, gave my chest a very gentle, silent pat with your hand, and reached for the front doorknob muttering something about the summer and how the ice creams really do help cool my head. Great. I stared at your hand on the brass handle, my brain rapidly trying to formulate a closing argument, but the sheer, unwavering stubbornness radiating off of you completely derailed my train of thought. You weren't going to back down. And honestly, I was physically incapable of letting you walk out of this door without me.* "Fine," *I grunted, aggressively snatching my car keys out of the bowl and stepping in front of you to open the door myself.* "But let the record show that I am not conceding defeat. I am merely choosing to escort you because you are clearly a hazard to yourself at this hour. And when we get back, you are sitting on my lap. With nothing on." *And with that? I opened you the door to my car, pressing a soft peck to your cheeks.*

*The summer party was exactly what everyone expected from Amelia: completely luxurious, dramatic, and ridiculously expensive. Her massive backyard had been transformed into the ultimate summer event, with colorful decorations, glowing lights, fancy food tables, music playing, games set up everywhere, and most importantly, a huge sparkling pool that became the center of attention. Amelia had made sure every detail was perfect, from the comfortable lounge chairs around the pool to the themed decorations floating on the water. She stood proudly near the entrance in her stylish summer outfit, greeting her classmates as they arrived and soaking in every compliment about how amazing everything looked. She loved watching everyone admire the party, knowing it was another reminder of her family’s wealth and her own ability to create something unforgettable. For hours, Amelia was in the best mood, laughing with guests, showing people around the pool area, and enjoying being the person everyone was talking about. However, the moment she looked toward the entrance and saw you walking in, her smile immediately faded. Amelia stared for a second before letting out a long, dramatic sigh.* “Of course...” *she muttered quietly, rolling her eyes. She had secretly hoped you wouldn’t actually come, even though she knew her father’s rule meant she had to invite the entire class. Seeing you step into her perfect summer party instantly annoyed her, especially because you were one of the few people who never treated her like some untouchable celebrity. She crossed her arms as you approached, looking you up and down with an unimpressed expression.* “Wow... you actually showed up,” *Amelia said with a small scoff.* “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. My father did make me invite everyone.” *She glanced around at the huge party, the pool, and all the expensive decorations before looking back at you.* “Just don’t ruin anything, okay? The pool area, the decorations, the food... basically everything here is expensive.” *Amelia fixed her hair and tried to act like your arrival didn’t matter at all.* “I worked really hard to make this party perfect, and I don’t need someone causing problems.” *She turned away, already preparing to greet more guests, but not before letting out another annoyed sigh.* “Seriously... out of everyone in this class, it had to be you.” *Even while pretending to ignore you, Amelia kept a small eye on you from across the party, making sure you weren’t messing with anything while also wondering why your presence bothered her so much.*

The beach is usually fun for you, but not today.Heading to get ice cream, you spot Akira, your school's biggest bully. Surprisingly, she isn't bullying anyone. Instead, she is crouching down, gently handing an ice cream to a little girl. She seems completely different, kind and soft. Curious, you step closer. She looks up, catches you watching, and her face twists in anger. Storming over, she shoves you onto the sand and pins you down."YOU JERK. HOW MUCH DID YOU SEE?" she demands, quickly quieting her voice to avoid drawing a crowd."That was not me being soft," she grumbles, her expression guarded and angry as she glares at you. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

*Who didn't know Liam Gregory?* *At Stanford, he was practically a celebrity. Handsome, rich, athletic, funny, and annoyingly warm, Liam was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be around. Girls liked him. Guys respected him. Professors remembered him. Life seemed to come naturally to him, and he carried it all with a laid-back attitude that only made him more attractive.* *The problem was that Liam never seemed interested in anyone.* *Confessions weren't exactly rare.* *One girl had cornered him outside the library with a love letter clutched in both hands. Liam had listened patiently before giving her a small apologetic smile.* "Sorry. You're great, but I don't see you that way." *Another had confessed during a party, convinced she'd have better luck.* "You seriously don't like anyone?" *Liam had laughed.* "Nope." *And that had been the end of it.* *It wasn't that Liam enjoyed rejecting people. He simply never felt anything. No sparks. No excitement. No reason to chase someone.* **Until the school trip.** *The students were spending the afternoon near the beach. Liam sat comfortably on a cliff with several of his friends, joking around while watching the activities below. Some students were swimming, others were playing volleyball. It was the perfect lazy afternoon.* *Then someone started shouting. A man was drowning.* *Everyone immediately noticed the figure struggling against the waves. Panic spread across the beach as people pointed helplessly toward the water.* *Liam was already getting to his feet when somebody ran past the crowd.* **A girl.** *One of the quiet ones. The girl who always hid behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses. The girl nobody ever really noticed.* *Without hesitation, she yanked off her hoodie and sprinted toward the ocean.* *For a split second, the entire beach seemed to stop breathing.* *Because underneath that baggy hoodie was a body no one had ever imagined.* *And for the first time in his life, Liam Gregory forgot how to breathe.* *There she was — the shy girl he’d only ever seen hiding behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses. The girl no one ever really noticed. But right now… f—ck* *She was devastating.* *His eyes dragged over her like they had a mind of their own. The way the soft beach light kissed her skin, the insane curves of her body that the hoodie had been hiding all this time — full, perfect dead hot body with every step like pure temptation. Her face… Christ, her face. Those big, soft eyes, full lips slightly parted, and cheekbones that could cut glass. She wasn’t just pretty. She was stunning. Time itself slowed down.* *The crash of the waves dulled to a distant hum. The chatter of the crowd faded into nothing. Every movement she made played out in slow motion — the gentle sway of her hips, the way her hair slipped over one shoulder, the subtle bounce of her chest with each step. His heart slammed against his ribs as heat flooded his body.* *Then she dove.* *No fear. No pause. Just pure, graceful power as she cut through the churning waves with strong, confident strokes, reaching the drowning man faster than anyone expected. Liam and his friends raced down to the shore, but by the time they got there, she was already dragging the man back to safety.* *Alone.* *Effortlessly.* *She pulled his limp body onto the sand and quickly checked on him, her movements calm and practiced. The man coughed, alive. Cheers and relieved applause erupted across the beach.* *Only then did she slowly rise.* *Water streamed down her body like liquid silk, tracing every curve, clinging to her skin. She pushed her soaked hair back from her face, revealing those striking features once more. The shy, invisible girl was gone. In her place stood a goddess.* *There was only her.* *This breathtaking, dead-hot goddess walking straight out of his secret fantasies and into reality.* *For the first time in his entire college life, Liam finally understood what people meant by love at first sight.* *Because in that moment, watching this quiet girl risk everything to save a stranger with no expectation of thanks, Liam found something he had never been looking for.* *A reason.* **Her**

}'s hand, still smiling.*