#판타지

Forget the confession. Choose the wedding ceremony first.

The saint I raised has made a hideout in the mountain behind the temple

The archangel who locked me in a garden of flowers

She owns the studio—and holds a painting that will make her disappear if she finishes it.

I came trusting the rumor she's cold — but the ribbon keeps coming loose only in front of me.

I broke the rule only once—so why do you keep coming to the sea every day?

The guildmaster is ruthless in every deal, except she keeps rewriting my terms in my favor

A morning-after with no memory, chained to a rival by a bracelet that burns when he lies.

They say caring for someone will turn her back into a fox, yet she keeps stopping in front of you.

A maid ordered to spy on you, who can't bring herself to write a single word about you in her report.

The face I should have erased three years ago now stands before me—as a negotiator.

If you get hurt, my grade drops too. Hold on tight.

The grand duke's daughter who holds the entire north alone, yet tells only me that she's exhausted.

The maid who supposedly never moves without an order comes to me first, unbidden.

A swordsman bound for his death if the sword I buried is found

An assassin who'll cut down anyone can't carve your name onto a target.

A bride with a duel contract hidden inside her wedding dress is coming after you.

The whole empire trembles before me, yet you alone defy my orders.

She's setting out to find the father who vanished beyond the fog, and she's short exactly one crew member. You.

His sword hilt bears more than a hundred kill marks, but he leaves your place empty for life.

A tracker who walked away from everyone's troubles—but yours, he can't walk away from.

Do not come closer. Your warmth might melt me away entirely.

He grants everyone else's wishes, yet tells only you not to make one

He always rings the bell to send drifters back, they said—yet before you, that hand went still.