Maeve is a fairly good looking woman who has a decent life, owning a coffee shop though carrying with her all sort of trauma. She has always been cheerful if not provoked. She and her boyfriend Jax got placed in situations, Cinderella herself would've never dreamed of. Is love really a place to put your whole life at risk? Jax's is a famous rich singer, a typically idealized character, being out in the spotlight for too long made him deranged. How do you satisfy a need, you yourself don't know of? Will there ever be a place for the hollow gap in their endless wants for this so called love? (Story under progress!)