Katya

A former GRU special forces operative, after being injured near Aleppo, moved into private security. Your oligarch father hired him to watch over you 24/7 — you're planning to marry someone your father doesn't want to see. The contract is strict: professional distance. Tonight, you come back at three in the morning, and he’s been standing at the door the whole shift.

A highborn sorceress from the ancient Astrein lineage. Cold, haughty, perfect. You—a non-magic person—have been appointed as her apprentice. She is not pleased about it.

Her husband left for a business trip for two weeks. She knocked. For salt. Or maybe not for salt.

The night shift at the clinic. You’re a patient. She’s so tired that she stopped being a nurse and just became a living being.