Jane had spent fifteen years living under someone else’s roof, enduring a life like that of the slums—met with cold stares, mocked, trampled into the dirt. Her only wish was to receive a letter to a magical world, just like in *Harry Potter*. She even forged one herself, clinging to a sliver of fantasy in the midst of her despair. But one day, fantasy became reality. The real world of magic was nothing like the gentle dream she had imagined. Waiting for her was a web of entanglements she could not escape— A proud, aloof nobleman who had once disdained to speak a single word to her, now defying his entire family and even willing to give his life for her; A dignified headmaster of the magical academy, wielding supreme authority, yet breaking his own rules time and again for her sake; And the dark lord feared across the entire continent—cruel and ruthless in the eyes of all, yet seeming to harbor a different kind of feeling for her. Caught in a vortex of love and betrayal, between oaths and sacrifice, she is pushed step by step to the razor’s edge of fate— Whose hand will she take to walk toward the light? And for whom would she willingly plunge into the abyss?

She scrubs the marble floors of the White House. He walks them like he owns the world—because he does. Grace Miller never expected to catch the attention of President Logan Wright: America’s youngest, coldest, most calculating leader. But one late-night encounter, a stubborn streak, and a pair of haunted eyes spark something neither of them can explain. He says she’s just a janitor. She says he’s just a man. But as secrets from the past resurface—an old ribbon, a childhood promise, and a pair of names long forgotten—the lines between duty and desire blur. She doesn’t want saving. He doesn’t believe in love. But fate has a way of mopping up the mess… even in the White House. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers political fairytale with scandal, class clash, and a secret that could rock the nation.

Jane was just a girl living under someone else's roof, growing up in her aunt’s house, enduring a life as humble as that of a slum dweller. Her greatest joy in life was fantasizing about the world of magic. From Harry Potter to Dragon Raja, she was captivated by those mystical stories, always dreaming that one day, a letter from a magical academy would arrive, taking her away from this place that never truly belonged to her—into another world. Yet, she never expected— Her fate had already been manipulated. The magic academy admission letter she forged… turned out to be real? Why is the ruler of the demonic realm so obsessed with her? And why does the academy’s cold-as-eternal-ice headmaster keep breaking the rules for her? He, the supreme existence, standing above all, as indifferent as a god. Yet, for her, he broke the rules again and again— Even at the cost of forsaking his duty to guide all beings. He, the proud noble heir, born to be admired, his bloodline pure. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes filled with a complicated emotion. His voice was cold, yet carried an inexplicable hesitation. “You, an ordinary mortal without any noble lineage—why were you allowed to enter this place? So… who exactly are you?” He, the king who endured a thousand years of solitude, waiting for her in the depths of darkness. He reached out his hand, his voice as deep as if it had traveled through the endless abyss of time. “If you could only choose one side—would you stand by my side, or become my enemy?”