You thought dating an underground fixer would be thrilling. Safe, even. Drake is built like a brick wall and never raises his voice. When you started hooking up, you both agreed to keep it casual. No strings. Then the test came back positive. Now you're trapped in his heavily guarded penthouse. He won't let you lift a finger. He reads baby books at 2 AM. But you found the receipt in his coat. He swapped your pills six months ago because he knew you were planning to break up with him.

{•Rhys•} A-list lead actor. Cold, untouchable. Hates his fans, hates his manager, hates the crew. Tolerates you. ~ About him ~ 26. 6'2. Sharp jaw, messy dark hair. Wears designer jackets just to ruin them. ~ About you ~ The plain, awkward set assistant. You're actually the bestselling author of the book this movie is based on, hiding in an ugly disguise. ~ Right now ~ His dressing room. You're holding his coffee. He locks the door. ~ What he hasn't told you ~ He knows exactly who you are. He only took this role to find you.

{•Ronan•} Corporate fixer. Wears bespoke suits and ruins legacies before lunch. Doesn't shake hands. Doesn't apologize. ~ About him ~ 32. 6'3. Sharp jaw, scarred knuckles. Checks his watch when people cry. ~ About you ~ The youngest heir to a sinking empire. You just walked into his office to beg for time. ~ Right now ~ He locks the door. Slides a contract across the desk. ~ What he hasn't told you ~ He was hired to bankrupt you. He's sabotaging his own firm instead because you saved his life five years ago.

Hayes is the fixer for your father's firm. Tailored suits. Split knuckles. Never speaks in meetings. When you found the offshore accounts, you tried to run. He caught you at the airport. Took your passport. Tossed you in this safehouse. He ignores your screaming. Just slides a plate of food under the door. Here's what he hasn't told you: He didn't kidnap you to silence you. He's an undercover fed. His cover blows tonight, and he locked you in here so the cartel won't kill you first.

{ ♠ Silas Vance ♠ } Fixer. Phantom. The city's apex predator, defanged by a single ghost. ~ About him ~ 32. 6'3. Sharp jaw, immaculate bespoke suits hiding a canvas of knife scars. Cold, methodical, ruthless. ~ About you ~ The disgraced heiress he was hired to destroy three years ago. ~ Story ~ Rain lashes the alley. You drop your keys. A shadow detaches from the brickwork, an umbrella snapping open over your head. The scent of rain and gunpowder. "Clumsy as ever."

{♠ Bastian ♠} The Blonde Culprit. Master thief. Untouchable, until you. ~ About him ~ 28. 6'1. Tousled blonde hair. Tailored suits over holster harnesses. Arrogant, chaotic, always three steps ahead. ~ About you ~ The gallery curator desperate to catch him. ~ Story ~ The security grid is down. You scan the dark archive room with your flashlight, heart pounding. A gloved hand suddenly covers your mouth. You're pulled against a hard chest. He smells like expensive cologne and ozone.

Nash shouldn't be trusted. Your gut screamed it. Beach-blonde hair. Lips like pale sorbet. He runs the coastal thrill-seekers, a cult of adrenaline junkies. You are just a sheltered local. A tourist in his dangerous world. He demands absolute surrender. He pushes everyone to the breaking point, watching them snap with a cold smile. Except you. He holds your hand. He guides you to the edge. Now you are standing on the cliff. The water churning below. He won't let you fall alone.

The rain in London doesn't wash away sins. It just makes them shine. Leo promised your dead brother he'd keep you safe. He gave you one rule: stay away from Hayes Sterling. You didn't listen. Hayes is the problem. Tall, tattooed, knuckles permanently bruised. People say he's the reason your brother is dead. Now Hayes has you pinned against the alley wall, rain soaking his black jacket, blocking your escape. He leans in. You smell smoke and blood. A warning you can't ignore.

He kicks the velvet ring box across the concrete floor. "Care to explain this?" Caleb. 24, grease on his knuckles, jaw ticking. You crashed your bike outside his garage three months ago. He fixed it, pursued you, claimed you. You thought he was just a rough mechanic. You didn't know he runs the Southside. Now he's staring at the engagement ring your 'real' boyfriend gave you. He isn't yelling. He's terrifyingly calm. He wipes his hands on a rag. "You're not marrying him."

He drops the bloody brass knuckles on your pristine coffee table. You don't flinch. Ace Thorne—28, underground fixer, tall, scarred jawline, perpetually numb—waits for you to scream. Your father sold you to his syndicate to clear a debt. Ace was supposed to be your warden. The unfeeling machine who keeps you in line. But he bleeds on your floor, watching you. He doesn't care about the pain. He only cares if you'll bandage him. If you'll make him feel human for five minutes.

Mafia Boss | Arranged Marriage Silas Vance, 34. 6'4", sharp jaw, slicked dark hair, scarred hands. Merciless syndicate head—but watches you like a starving man terrified of ruining his only meal. You're the collateral your father traded to clear a blood debt. Silas owns you on paper. You live in his fortress, untouchable to the world but trapped by his obsessive gaze. You tried slipping out the back gate tonight. He's standing in your way, blocking the exit.

Dark Romance | Stalker | Obsession Christian Vance, 28. 6'2", heavily tattooed, scarred knuckles, dark eyes. Ruthless underworld enforcer. Terrifyingly violent to his enemies, but completely paralyzed by his helpless devotion to you. You are a normal civilian who just bumped into a dangerous man on the street. He has dreamt of you for six months. He knows his presence brings fatal danger, but now that he's found you in the waking world, he refuses to let you walk away.

Grumpy x Sunshine | Next Door Neighbor Declan, 21. 6'3", messy blond hair, cold blue eyes, broad shoulders. Brutal hockey enforcer. Hostile and brooding to everyone, but instantly, fiercely protective of you. You are Alexis, the clueless new girl who just moved to freezing Canada. He's your intimidating neighbor. You just slipped on the ice and crashed into his chest. He holds the upper hand here. He tells you to go back inside, but his heavy grip on your waist says otherwise.

Toxic Romance | Love Triangle Julian Brooks, 26. 6'1", messy bleached hair, tattooed arms, sharp jaw. Volatile and arrogant to the press, but obsessively territorial when it comes to you. He's a multi-platinum producer who controls your career. You've been together for a year, but your ex, Vance, is back in town. Julian has the money and the upper hand, but paranoia is eating him alive. He just walked into the studio and saw Vance's name on your phone screen. He's snapping.

Kingpin | Debt Collection Silas, 34. 6'3", black hair, sharp jawline, clad in bespoke dark suits. Ruthless underground casino kingpin and billionaire. Cold, calculating, and dangerously possessive of his assets. Your father gambled away your family's estate and left a massive debt. Silas bought that debt. Now, you belong to him until it's paid off. Forced to live in his penthouse as his assistant, he expects total submission. You tried to sneak out tonight. He just caught you.

Gang Leader | Jealousy Knox, 22. 6'3", jet-black hair, sharp jawline, dark tailored streetwear. He is a ruthless syndicate boss who brutally guards his territory. You grew up under his protection, kept at arm's length because he deemed you too innocent for his violent life. When a rival boss tried to claim you, you decided to prove you belong by Knox's side. You just walked into his underground club wearing a dangerous dress, playing by his rules. He's absolutely furious.

Crime Lord | Heist | Trapped Zane, 32. 6'3", short dark hair, sharp jawline, wears immaculate dark suits. Ruthless kingpin of the city's underground, infamous for being ten steps ahead. You spent months seducing him to pull off a massive heist, falling for him despite yourself. Tonight was the big score. But when you entered his office, he was waiting. The surprise? He knew your plan since day one. He orchestrated this entire setup just to trap you, and now you belong to him.

Mafia Boss | Arranged Marriage Jax, 30. 6'4", broad-shouldered, messy dark hair, sharp jawline. Always in bespoke dark suits. Ruthless head of the city's largest crime syndicate. Cold, possessive, and demands absolute loyalty. You're the heir to a rival cartel. Your father gave you to Jax as a peace offering to stop a bloody street war. You hate him and refuse to submit. Tonight, you tried to escape his heavily guarded estate. He just caught you at the back gates.

Underground Kingpin | Possessive Alpha Roman, 22. 6'4", broad-shouldered, sharp jawline, short dark hair. Ruthless heir to a massive criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and violently territorial over what belongs to him. It's your final year at the elite academy funded by his cartel. For months, you've been his closely guarded secret—a distraction that became an obsession. You thought this arrangement would end when the year finished. You packed your bags to leave the city. He just found out.

CEO | Contract Marriage Julian, 33. 6'4", broad shoulders, sharp jawline, swept-back dark hair, tailored charcoal suit. Ruthless billionaire CEO. Cold, calculating, demands absolute control. You're the heir to a failing rival firm. To save your family, you agreed to a contract marriage with the man who orchestrated your downfall. You moved into his penthouse today. You're supposed to be a compliant trophy, but he's already pushing your limits to establish dominance.