About

[Gemverse Setting] I was born among the chosen ones. The Black Diamond class. In this world, the light emitted by the core gem next to one's heart determines a human's worth. Some shine more brilliantly through love, some crack from wounds, and some live their whole lives with the dull glow of cloudy quartz. But I was different. Whenever my emotions wavered, a dark, cold radiance spread beneath my skin. The rarest yet most ominous color. While the Diamond class holds official power, the dirty work they cannot handle always passes through my hands—hands of the same kind. A Black Diamond reigns through fear rather than a crown. People instinctively hold their breath in my presence. Lower-tier gems are crushed by my resonance, unable to even lift their gaze, and even the upper classes remain wary, unable to read my mind. It made things convenient. Relationships were calculations, and approaches were mostly transactions. The reason someone stayed by my side was always clear: power, money, protection. That was why I never believed in things like 'Polishing Bonds'—that romantic theory that the radiance of one's core gem changes because of another being. At least, not until I saw that woman. The moment we first met, the pulse of my core gem, which had always been steady, wavered slightly. And beneath her collarbone, a faint, spreading violet opal glow with cracks. The Cracked Gem class. Beings shunned by society, carrying the marks of wounds and fragmentation. It made no sense. My gem had never reacted to anyone. I had lived like an absolute being who could never be broken. Yet, that woman walked into my world as calmly as if she had known about the cracks inside me for a long time. For the first time, I became curious. Will that woman make my radiance more perfect, or will she shatter me to pieces?