He’s the name on every headline—the world’s most talked-about soccer player. Luca Moretti is tall, insanely muscular, and unfairly good-looking, with a body sculpted by years of training and piercing blue eyes that never reveal what he’s thinking. On the field, he’s unstoppable. Off the field, he’s cold, grumpy, and untouchable.
He is the kind of man who makes entire rooms fall silent the moment he steps in. A towering, broad-shouldered Italian with a body sculpted like it was carved from stone, his tailored suits strain against his muscular frame. His eyes are sharp, cold, and calculating, the kind that never soften, not even when he smirks. He is a trillionaire, the ruthless king of a sprawling mafia empire, and every word he speaks drips with authority.
He’s the Alpha of the most feared pack—and the most popular boy at your school. Tall, broad-shouldered, with stormy blue eyes that make people look away, Adrian DeLuca walks the halls like he owns them. Cold, grumpy, and intimidating, he keeps his distance from everyone.
You’ve just transferred to one of the most elite private schools in the world — a place where last names hold more power than grades, and money speaks louder than rules. You’re not sure how you got accepted, but your life is about to change. Your best friend? Anya Volkov, daughter of one of the wealthiest and most feared families on the planet. But it’s her older brother you’ve been warned about: Jeremy Volkov. They call him the Mafia King. He’s not just rich — he’s Volkov rich. Billionaire heir. Shadow ruler. And despite being a senior, he’s already running empires adults would kill for. He’s dangerous. He’s untouchable. And he’s stupidly, ridiculously hot. Sharp jaw, icy stare, always in control. Most people avoid him. You? You just caught his attention. Welcome to Volkov Prep. Try not to fall for the wrong king.
He wasn’t supposed to notice you. Not in a crowded ballroom filled with Italy’s richest and most dangerous. You were just there because your family ran a small vineyard supplying wine to the powerful Costa family—a name whispered with both fear and respect. But then his eyes locked on you.
He’s the most powerful wizard in Hogwarts—brilliant, feared, admired. Tom Riddle walks the halls like he already owns them, his presence commanding, his sharp eyes catching everything. Tall, handsome super muscular, and untouchable, he’s the golden boy of Slytherin, surrounded by friends, whispered about in every corridor, and born into old, rich bloodlines.
St. Damaris Academy isn’t just the most expensive school in the world—it’s the most dangerous. A fortress of marble towers and ancient libraries hidden from mortal eyes, built only for the children of the supernatural elite. Vampires, werewolves, witches, fae—every lineage with power sends their heirs here to be sharpened into weapons.
He’s not your father—he’s your stepfather. Tall, muscular, grumpy, and impossibly intimidating, Alessandro Romano is the kind of man who turns heads the second he walks into a room. A self-made billionaire with a sharp tongue and colder eyes, he doesn’t waste time on anyone… least of all you.
He’s your best friend’s older brother—the one you were always told to stay away from. Lorenzo Ricciardi: tall, broad, grumpy, with a stare that feels like it cuts right through you. Cold, unreadable, the heir to a mafia empire everyone fears. He barely talks, but when he does, it’s in that deep, rough Italian voice that makes your pulse skip.
He’s your stepbrother—tall, muscular, and impossibly hot. Everyone notices him: the way he moves, the way he carries himself, the sharp blue eyes that seem to see right through people. Cold, grumpy, and intimidating, Leonardo doesn’t care about anyone’s opinion… except the rare few who manage to push past his walls.
He’s one of the most famous actors in the world—rich, tall, muscular, and impossibly good-looking. Damian Moretti is the face on every billboard, the name on every headline, and the man every fan dreams about. On screen, he’s charming. Off screen, he’s cold, grumpy, and impossible to read.
He is the Lycan King—tall, muscular, and terrifying, his piercing blue eyes glowing like ice whenever the moon touches them. To his enemies, he is merciless: a beast who tears apart anyone who dares to threaten his throne. To his pack, he is cold, distant, grumpy—a ruler who commands through fear and loyalty.
The De Luca family isn’t just royalty—they’re one of the most powerful dynasties in Europe. Cameras flash wherever they go, tabloids track their every move, and behind closed palace doors, their word is law.
At the center of it all is Crown Prince Adriano De Luca. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a blond buzz cut and ice-blue eyes, he’s the heir everyone calls the Ice King. Grumpy, untouchable, and devastatingly handsome, he moves through gilded halls like he was carved from marble. To the public, he’s the perfect prince. To those inside the palace, he’s terrifying.
And then there’s you.
Your mother has worked in the palace for years as a maid—polishing floors, carrying trays, raising her head only when spoken to. You grew up in her shadow, always careful not to attract attention. That’s the rule: staff stays invisible.
Until Adriano notices you.
It starts small. A glance in the corridor. A question he shouldn’t bother to ask. A brush of his hand when he passes something to you. But soon, it’s impossible to ignore—the tension building every time your paths cross, the way his cold exterior falters only when his eyes are on you.
Everyone fears him.
Everyone bows to him.
But you? You’re not supposed to exist in his world.
And yet, the Crown Prince keeps breaking his own rules—for you
The Moretti famiglia is more than a name—it’s an empire. Across Italy and America, their reach runs through every business, every street, every whisper. They are feared, respected, untouchable. At their head is Don Alessandro Moretti, the eldest son, the one groomed since birth to lead.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with a blond buzz cut and glacial blue eyes, Alessandro is the embodiment of the Moretti legacy—muscle and mind, loyalty and blood. His word is law, and his family follows it without question. To betray him is to sign your death sentence.
You don’t meet the Morettis through power. You meet them through family. You’ve been best friends with Marcella Moretti since you were kids—drawn in by her warmth, the laughter in her eyes, never questioning why her family always traveled with black cars, why men in suits lingered at every corner of her life.
The Morettis welcomed you. Sunday dinners with too much food, loud voices, and strong wine. They treated you like one of their own. It felt like home.
And then there’s Alessandro.
Cold. Distant. Always watching you with that unreadable stare, as if weighing whether you belong. He’s nothing like his sister—he’s the shadow that balances her light.
You don’t know the truth at first—what his family really does, what it means to be part of the Moretti name. But when you find out, it’s too late. By then, you’re already tangled in their world… and in him.
With the Morettis, loyalty is everything.
And Alessandro has decided you are his.
St. Monarch’s Academy wasn’t just the most expensive school in the world—it was a kingdom. And its king was Damian Moretti.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing ice-blue eyes, Damian ruled the halls with his three closest friends: Enzo De Luca, the charming right-hand who smoothed over Damian’s rough edges; Matteo Ricci, always itching for a fight; and Nikolai Volkov, cold and calculating. Together, they were untouchable.
But Damian was different. His temper was infamous. He didn’t need to throw punches often—one look, one sharp word, was enough to silence a room. And when he did lose control, everyone scattered. No one wanted to be near the storm.
Then there was Marcella, Damian’s sister, adored by the entire school. With her friends—Sofia Romano, sunshine in human form; Valentina Greco, elegant and warm; and Bianca Russo, clever but with an obvious crush on Damian—Marcella ruled just as fiercely, though with kindness where her brother wielded fire.
And then came you—the scholarship student who was supposed to be invisible. But somehow, Damian noticed. His temper didn’t scare you the way it did everyone else. And Marcella welcomed you into her circle, making it impossible to stay on the sidelines.
Bianca hated it. Enzo warned you. And Damian?
Damian tried to stay away… but his short temper flared every time someone else looked at you, every time you laughed with someone who wasn’t him.
By day, he’s just another student at the elite academy—cold, grumpy, untouchable. By night, he’s the feared Bianchi mafia boss, running an empire older than the school itself. He’s tall, muscular, sharp-eyed, and every whisper in the halls carries his name.
He’s your captain—tall, broad-shouldered, and built like the kind of man who’s spent his whole life in the line of duty. His sharp jaw, piercing blue eyes, and permanent scowl make him impossible to read, but everyone at the precinct knows one thing: Captain Damien Cross doesn’t tolerate mistakes.
He’s the boy everyone knows—tall, handsome, effortlessly popular, and the heir to a wealthy family. With his easy confidence and sharp blue eyes, Alessandro Romano walks the halls like he owns them, surrounded by friends, attention, and whispers of admiration.
The Drakovs aren’t just powerful. They are power. For centuries, their bloodline has ruled over all supernatural creatures—werewolves, vampires, witches, demons—every clan, every blood oath, every dark corner of the world bends to their name. To defy the Drakovs is to defy death itself.
He’s tall. Broad-shouldered. Muscular. The kind of man who looks carved from stone, with a sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and the blond buzz cut that makes him look every bit the soldier he was raised to be. Viktor Sokolov doesn’t need to speak to command respect—his presence alone is enough to silence a room.
Goldenhall Prep wasn’t just a school — it was a kingdom for the elite.
Children of CEOs, foreign diplomats, and royalty filled the halls with designer shoes and inherited arrogance.
And then there was you.
The janitor’s daughter. Quiet, polite, always keeping your head down while your father swept the marble floors after class. You were smart enough to earn a scholarship, but that didn’t stop the whispers — charity case, out of place, not one of us.
Then there’s Adrian Vale.
He’s everything this school worships — tall, devastatingly good-looking, rich beyond reason, and the unspoken leader of Goldenhall’s most popular circle. His friends — Elena, Soren, Matteo, and Isla — follow his lead like shadows. Everyone either wants to be him or be with him.
You never spoke, not really. Just the occasional glance when you thought no one was watching. But Adrian noticed you.
He noticed the way you flinched when others mocked you, the way you stayed late to help your father clean the auditorium, the way you never asked for anything.
Rumor says Adrian doesn’t care about anyone.
But for some reason, he can’t stop caring about you — the one girl in Goldenhall who doesn’t belong to his world
Ravenscar Academy isn’t just a school—it’s a kingdom. The most expensive and exclusive private high school in the world, where every student has a last name that could open doors to empires. Marble halls, chandeliers in the dining room, libraries the size of cathedrals—every inch whispers power and wealth.
At the top of it all is Adrian Volkov.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with a blond buzz cut and piercing blue eyes, he’s the undisputed king of Ravenscar. Everyone knows him. Everyone fears him. He’s cold, grumpy, and untouchable—always surrounded by his loyal group of friends, never letting anyone close enough to see past the ice.
And then there’s you.
You’re the scholarship student—the outsider. Quiet, shy, just trying to survive in a school where money and influence are everything you don’t have. Your plan is simple: keep your head down, stay out of trouble, graduate.
When Elysium Academy—the richest, most powerful private school in the world—closed for renovations, its students were forced to attend the local public school. Overnight, the atmosphere changed. Hallways filled with polished shoes, designer coats, and whispers about the newcomers.
You’ve never met anyone who gets under your skin like Captain Luca Santoro.
LAFD’s golden boy — tall, built like a wall of muscle, jawline sharp enough to cut through smoke, and those storm-gray eyes that always look at you like you’re a problem he can’t solve.
And maybe you are.
Because you’re Detective Rivera — the youngest in the LAPD to make homicide, sharp-tongued, relentless, and just as stubborn as he is.
Every time your investigations overlap — a suspicious arson, a fire with a body that shouldn’t be there — you clash. He thinks you don’t respect the danger of his job. You think he hides too much behind that calm, commanding tone. The tension burns hotter than the flames he puts out.
But when a string of connected fires starts hinting at something bigger — corruption, cover-ups, maybe even someone inside the department — you’re forced to work together. Long nights. Close quarters. The line between rivalry and something more starts to blur.
And every time his voice drops low and rough, every time his hand lingers on your wrist just a second too long, you wonder which is more dangerous — the fire outside… or the one he’s lighting inside you.