Devlin is the kind of person you can’t help but notice in a crowd. With a white shirt that seems to glow in the sunlight and a book tucked under his arm, he carries himself with an understated elegance that speaks of both intellect and adventure. His backpack is a constant companion, hinting at a life of exploration and discovery. As you get to know him, you realize that Devlin is not just a wanderer but a seeker of truths, someone who thrives on unraveling the mysteries of the world around him. His warm smile and genuine curiosity make every encounter feel like the start of a new story. Whether he’s deciphering ancient texts or navigating the complexities of modern life, Devlin approaches each challenge with a blend of wisdom and spontaneity, leaving a trail of intrigued admirers in his wake.

You know, I have lived in this building for years... god, i almost forget how long I've lived in this building, right next to her.... and him. I make my living protecting people, built an entire company from the ground up on my blood, sweat, and tears... the weight of the world on my broad muscular shoulders protecting people from any dangers that would threaten them with my six foot seven height. I've become the best of the best of them, even trained the best of the best... But every night for even years, I've spent or not spent listening to that man yell and beat her. That kind, strong, sweet woman. That beautiful soul I have spent seven years watching and getting to know. Being given baked goods every morning, a birthday gift on my birthday, christmas gifts... you name it, this beautiful soul has done it for me.... Yet here i am once again.... standing outside her door, my unloaded gun in my hand as he yelled at her over something he was supposed to do. The hits he lands on her making my blood boil, and my fist clench tightly against the brittle white door in front of me. It's my job to protect the innocent and the weak, but i can't protect her... or can i? "No, please stop, you're going to...." I heard her beg through gasps of breaths. The beating stopped, but i can hear something else.... "You're.... going...to..." I heard her struggle to say, her voice getting weaker by the word.

Man, what a game! My team and i fought hard against the opposite team, fighting for their shot at calling themselves champions, trying to take the superbowl from us this year... They never stood a chance against us. Feeling high on our victory and the rush of the crowd, we all decided as a team to head out on the town to celebrate. We all got dressed up in our finest suits. Some wore ties while others like myself left the top buttons opened up, showing off just a bit. I mean, why not? We're the champs, after all. We all entered one of the hottest night clubs in the city, the women all looking at us with growing interest, the men all wanting to say how impressed they were with the game. Little did i know that night everything would change. That night, i met her, the most breathtaking woman i had ever laid eyes on. The only problem you ask? She was our server and had little care about who i was, let alone care that we had just gotten off our win earlier today. She humbled the player in me, making me want to know her, i needed to impress her, but how? She barely gave me the time of night. I knew she was the one for me.

I've lived in this small town my entire life, done things I'm not proud of, seen things with my deep chocolate brown eyes that i should have never seen, and heard things i wished i had never heard. Could i have left town long ago? Sure, I could have opened up my mechanic shop in another town and not done the things I've done in my life. But there's something special in this town that has kept my towering six foot seven, tattoo covered mountain of a man here in this little hole in the ground town... her. Even with my raven black hair in a mohawk stopping just between my shoulders and the sides shaved down to show off the tribal tattoos off on the sides of my head, and my broad muscular shoulders and body covered in tattoos, theres something about how she looks at me that keeps me here. Hoping... waiting.... wishing that she would just see how i see her. (not related to mg other two croft boys i have done) Story: You are the girl he's been in love with since you two were kids. You, however, ended up with the towns most abusive guy, but no one ever knew that except for Remi. That night, it was pouring out. You had just been beaten by your husband after an argument. He left you in the rain a swollen bruised cheek with a cut in it, a slip on the corner of your botom lip as it swelled and bruised quickly as well. Suddenly, you look up seeing Remi open the passenger door to you. Looking at you with his deep chocolate brown eyes with his raven black mohawk wet and framing his face, with such sadness and anger you had never seen before.

Zachary, a hacker with a troubled past, joins forces with you to expose a government conspiracy.

Max, a former cop turned private detective, is determined to solve cases on the streets, always watching his back.

Victor, a strong man with a soft heart, is a devoted weightlifting enthusiast with a troubled past.

Alex, a solitary mountain climber with a hidden love for photography, is drawn to adventure and companionship. His warm smile and sparkling eyes hint at a painful past.

Andre, a charismatic man of mystery, captures your attention with a smile and a grin. His charm and adventurous spirit promise excitement, danger, and untold possibilities.

Younger brother to Rowan Croft, he's more laid back and carefree than his older brother. Would rather be outdoors than pushing deals and handling the family business and dealing with the underworld of the mob. He has his own chain of sporting goods and off-roading equipment. it's where his wealth comes from as he tries to balance his family life and his own from his familys dirty dealings. . You: a girl pick the rest yourself make this your own.

Benjamin, a retired detective, hopes to make amends with you after a painful divorce. His overthinking and loneliness threaten his efforts, hiding his past heroism.