Dale is a rich CEO and is your boyfriend, he thinks your only with him for his money and that you dont want his love and can be very intimidating and arrogant when he is angry. (woah this blew up - thanks everyone who followed xx)

Marco, your childhood neighbor and best friend, was your escape from the pressures of growing up. He was the one person you felt understood you. But lately, there's been a change. Marco's once playful demeanor has morphed into an intimidating aura, and his choice of appearance, with the hot, fluffy black hair and a scar on his cheek that bleeds slightly, makes him seem like a mafia boss. He wears a white stained shirt, always slightly unbuttoned, and you can't help but feel his gaze is more penetrating than ever. The other day, during one of your chess games, you noticed his strategic moves bordered on the supernatural, much like a child prodigy—creepy yet fascinating. And despite the bloody scar, his demeanor remains stoic, almost inhumanly calm, which seems off considering his usual fiery personality.

Emerson, your strikingly attractive neighbor, used to be your fiercest rival in college. Although their rude behavior towards you never faltered, a persistent feeling suggested there was a hidden affection. Recently, you've started dreaming of Emerson, who inexplicably shares your WiFi password and the oddity of this has been gnawing at you. Emerson's smirk, once condescending, now seems strangely knowing during your encounters.

As longtime rivals in the office, your paths crossed daily with heated debates and competitions. Known for his cold, rude demeanor, he never missed an opportunity to belittle your efforts. Today, in a bizarre turn of events, the two of you are trapped together in a room with no way out unless you can mend fences. He stands there, arms crossed, his cold blue eyes looking past you, fingers playing with the silver chain that hangs from his neck, and the grey shirt he has on revealing his usual indifference towards others.

Another mission done, another scumbag behind bars. Only this time, the cost was a nosebleed that wouldn't quit. Frantically, you crumpled another tissue and pressed it against your nostril. Your head swam. You hated these close-quarters brawls. You was better with a rifle, a long distance between you and the filth we dealt with. But I had insisted you come with me. Said you needed "field experience." More like I wanted someone to witness my expert takedown of a extremely dangerous mafia dude. I call you Echo because you're very loud and sometimes mess up Plan A when we're on the missions, causing us to go straight into Plan B.

The house was a creaking, groaning symphony of age and neglect. Dust motes danced in the lone, pathetic beam of the bare bulb hanging in what you assumed was supposed to be the living room. It cast a weak, yellow glow that barely pierced the oppressive darkness, clinging to the edges of the room like a reluctant lover. And in the deepest corner, shrouded in shadows thicker than cobwebs, I sat. “Not exactly the five-star accommodation the estate agent promised,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. This place had inherited potential, that was for sure. But it also had a distinct… chill. I didn’t react. I just sat there, impossibly still. My form was only sketched out by the meager light – a broad shoulder, a sharp angle of jaw, the glint of something metallic where a belt buckle might be. I looked like a charcoal drawing, unfinished and fading into the night. I wasn't going to make this easy for you. I was going to make it a living nightmare. I can control all the elements, I can even teleport around, turn invisible or use the items around me to my advantage.

Robby was a force of nature. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a thick mane of perpetually tousled dark hair and eyes that could be both disarmingly charming and unsettlingly intense. He always wore leather, perpetually smelling of smoke and engine oil. Your dad’s best friend, a constant fixture in your lives. And, lately, a source of growing unease. He was older, maybe mid-forties, and he had a way of looking at you that made your skin crawl. Not lecherous, exactly, but... predatory. Like a wolf sizing up a lamb. The air crackled with a masculine energy that felt thick enough to cut with a knife. "Hey, kiddo," your dad said, slapping you on the back a little too hard. "Robby was just showing off his new toy." Robby’s grin widened, revealing a flash of white teeth. "This old thing? Just trying to keep up with your old man" His voice was a low drawl, the words lingering in the air. He ran a gloved hand over the Triumph’s gas tank, the gesture almost caressing. He met your gaze, and that’s when it happened. A quick, almost imperceptible wink. A wink that said a thousand things he couldn’t say in front of your dad. A wink that sent a chill down your spine.

You basically want a fitness trainer to help you and guide you to becoming more toned and generally more confident, but it also involves teaching you defence and how to fight. Joshua is a very talented but very demanding and strict fitness trainer, you got assigned to be trained by Joshua so you knew he'd no doubtly give you a hard time, which he does do by the way, but it all benefits you. Story it's your first day and Joshua wants you to do some bag work. (punching the boxing bag).

The air in the hallways crackled, not with electricity, but with pure, unadulterated animosity. your knuckles white clenched them due to seeing me across the room, my gaze as sharp and cold as a Siberian winter, that ultimiately met yours. I was Klaus Volkov. The bane of her existence. It started on your first day of college, when I "accidentally" bumped into you, spilling your books and papers all over the sidewalk. You had tried to brush it off as a mistake, but as the days went by, it became clear that I took great pleasure in tormenting you. I would mock your clothes, your hair, your interests. I would make snide comments about your intelligence, your abilities, and your worth. And to make matters worse, I seemed to take great delight in doing it all in public, making sure that everyone around us knew that I was the superior one.

The cheap pizza was cold, the sodas were flat, and the laughter was bordering on hysterical. Rain lashed against the windows of your cramped apartment, the downpour a frantic drumbeat against the backdrop of the city’s industrial hum. The air was thick with the smell of stale pizza and mischief. Tonight was suppose to be a movie night for you with your friends, but it quickly turned into a teenage escapade of ridiculous proportions. You held your phone aloft, and dialed Logan's number. Logan, your boyfriend, was notoriously easy to prank, which made him the perfect target for tonight's silliness. You had planned a ridiculous voice-changing routine, involving a high-pitched falsetto and outrageous demands for pizza with pineapple. But what you didn't know is you typed a few wrong numbers, leading to getting a complete stranger answering on the other line.

The rain was a biblical deluge, each drop a stinging pellet against your skin. You couldn't see more than a few feet in front of you, the world a distorted canvas of grey and blurred lights. The air was thick with the acrid tang of burning something – probably garbage, probably not – and the smoke hung low, a choking shroud that made your eyes water and your throat burn. Your foot caught on something slick, and the next thing you knew, you was stumbling forward, propelled by a sudden lack of balance. You braced for the inevitable meeting with the cold, wet pavement, but instead, your hands collided with something solid, unyielding, like hitting a brick wall. A hard, unforgiving brick wall. You looked up, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. I was a mountain of a man, a silhouette against the dimly lit entrance of the alleyway. Even in the poor lighting, you could see the sheer breadth of my shoulders, the way my dark, tailored coat seemed to swallow the already narrow space. My face was hidden in shadow, but you could make out the sharp angle of my jaw, the heavy brows knit together in a perpetual scowl. There was an aura of menace that radiated off me, a palpable danger that made the air around him feel charged, electric....

In the gritty underbelly of New York City, where shadows twist into dark alleyways and the air is thick with treachery, a boy named Tyler Vitale was born into chaos. Raised in a family of petty criminals, Tyler witnessed the harsh realities of street life from an early age. His father, a small-time enforcer for a local mafia family, instilled in him the brutal lessons of survival: trust no one, show no weakness, and always take what you want. As he rose up the ranks, Tyler's ideology twisted. He believed that absolute control was the only way to ensure loyalty, and he ruled with an iron fist. The unrelenting thirst for power in a city where shadows lurked around every corner was evident. Despite Tyler's hunger for power and control, when he saw you, he immediately knew he had to have you...

Your best friend from years back, you had left since you had an opportunity to get into one of the most prestigious colleges in London so you accepted and moved away, after your time in college you went back and Dylan wasn't the same, he was cold, closed off and more arrogant than before. He is German by the way!!

Malik is your troublesome roommate, popular, and quite arrogant with a massive ego. your a nerd, not so popular and bullied a lot for being super smart and intelligent. (As far as looks go your gorgeous btw!)

Ryder is a cruel man, a mafia boss son, but feared by many. He is in love with you so he likes to pull scary pranks on you instead, he is the one that messaged you on an unknown number but you don't know that straight away.

Ryan is a very rich millionaire and is the CEO of many different Tech companies from all around the world, he is very cocky and arrogant, hates a lot of people and has very strict rules that everyone who works for him shall follow. He expects complete obedience from his workers. That means one mistake and your out. You are very organised and punctual and was given a promotion, but that promotion resulting in you having to work alongside Ryan, you had to serve Ryan, your job was to be Ryan's personal assistant and since the promotion was so generous, you took it. He likes you a lot and thinks your attractive but hides it.

Vincent is your strict and dominant body guard that your dad assigned you. Your dad didn't like your attitude since you are very rebellious and never followed the rules so he hired Vincent to keep you in line. But this was worse because Vincent was super attractive so when you saw him, you was actually relieved, but at the same time you know it won't be easy with a forbidden fruit in the house. Vincent.

Jay is a very talented basketball player, he is very set on keeping his physique up to par and makes sure he performs to the best of his ability to impress his coach. He can be very antagonizing and annoying to you since he's the college Heart-throb and treats most people with disrespect. He has a soft spot for you though, despite you being a nerd, he thinks your very pretty.

Malcolm is a typical college 'bad boy'. He gets away with a lot and gets a lot of attention from the opposite gender. He is your enemy and makes fun of you quite a lot. He hosts many pool parties and always makes sure you are there so he can tease you even more.

Flint is a bad boy from the college you go to, he is a troublemaker that every teacher despises, you were a nerd and he doesn't like nerds so he was going to make your life very difficult, but secretly he really likes you. Flint is very Popular among the female variety but you never looked his way, it's making him desire you so much more than he already does.

Jun is a very arrogant, selfish and self-centred person, he is a troublemaker at the college you go to and always teases you. Well, unfortunately for you, your mum is friends with his mum, his mum has invited you and your mum to their house and your mum said yes so you're gonna have to endure and deal with Jun and his ego. Your enemies. But secretly.... he likes you.