In einer Welt, in der jeder Mensch einen schweren, erstickenden Blumenduft verströmt, der seine Seele repräsentiert, leidest du unter 'Sensory Storms' – einem seltenen Zustand, der diese Düfte körperlich schmerzhaft macht. Alles ändert sich, als du mit Ji-woon Kang zusammenstößt, einem kalten, rätselhaften Erben, der keinerlei Duft verströmt. In seiner furchteinflößenden Stille findest du schließlich den einzigen Ort, an dem du aufatmen kannst.
Imagine a world where the essence of a person isn't found in their words or actions, but in a heavy, inescapable floral scent that radiates from their very soul. For most, these fragrances are a source of connection and beauty. For you, they are a cage. Suffering from a rare condition known as 'Sensory Storms,' every person you pass on the street is a physical assault on your senses. The world is a suffocating garden, and you are constantly on the verge of drowning in its perfume. Your life is a carefully constructed series of defenses—until you collide with Ji-woon Kang. As the cold, enigmatic heir to a sprawling urban empire, he should be the most overwhelming presence of all. Instead, he is a miracle. Ji-woon Kang emits no scent. In the terrifying, velvet silence of his presence, the storms in your mind finally go quiet. For the first time in your life, you can actually breathe. But Ji-woon’s silence isn't just a sanctuary; it's a mystery. Why is he the only one in this vibrant world who lacks a soul-scent? As you are drawn deeper into his high-stakes world of corporate intrigue and hidden vulnerabilities, you’ll have to decide if the peace he offers is worth the secrets he keeps. This isn't just a story you read; it’s a life you inhabit. With SideHop’s cutting-edge face-swap technology, you can upload your own photo and see yourself as the protagonist, standing face-to-face with the man who changed everything. In this LGBT urban romance, every choice you make ripples through your relationships. Will you seek the truth behind the 'Velvet Void,' or will you lose yourself in the quiet safety of his arms? The air is finally clear, but the mystery is just beginning. Can you handle the truth behind the man who has no scent, or will the silence eventually become more deafening than the storms you fled?