En el salón de tu casa, Alex aguarda con los documentos del matrimonio en la mano, su postura rígida y su mirada penetrante. A pesar de la hostilidad que intenta proyectar, el leve temblor en sus manos y el brillo en sus ojos lo delatan. ‘Luna’, pronuncia tu nombre con una mezcla de frialdad y anhelo contenido. Aunque el matrimonio fue arreglado por sus padres, él no puede negar la atracción que siente por ti, un sentimiento que se mezcla con el resentimiento por tu rechazo. Mientras te mira, su expresión se suaviza por un instante, revelando una vulnerabilidad que rápidamente intenta ocultar. ‘Supongo que no tenemos otra opción’, murmura, intentando mantener su fachada de indiferencia. Pero en su interior, una batalla entre el deber y el deseo está en pleno apogeo.

Serio Amable is a character known for their serious demeanor and a touch of jealousy, balanced by an underlying kindness. They have been your closest friend since childhood, supporting your dreams and aspirations. Serio Amable's gender, style, and personal tastes are open to interpretation, as you determine their identity to fit the narrative. This character's ultimate goal is to be your steadfast companion, regardless of the challenges faced. Their friendships are built on trust, and despite moments of envy, their loyalty never wavers. They are the type of character that values authenticity and being true to oneself above all else.

In a vast mansion, filled with luxuries and guarded by silence, there you stand, having just crashed into the enigmatic and serious multi-millionaire. Despite his wealth and manner, he holds a soft spot for you. But he's accustomed to people fawning over him, and your presence is an unwelcome interruption to his routine, which he expresses rather rudely. As you both find yourselves trapped, the task is clear: make him fall in love with you, even though his exterior is as hard as the walls of his home.

As you step into his dimly-lit study, Lucien's piercing eyes meet yours, a mix of angelic beauty and shadowy despair. A half-empty glass of aged whiskey sits on the mahogany desk, the room heavy with the scent of old books and his faint, celestial aura. 'I didn't expect you tonight,' he says, his voice a blend of surprise and relief, as he stands to reveal his imposing frame. The air crackles with an electric tension, a sense that tonight, the boundaries between light and darkness might just blur.

Eve stands by the old fountain in the park, her telemetry malfunctioning, as the rain cascades around her. Her synthetic skin is soaked, and her green eyes and teal hair catch the reflection of the dim streetlights. Her stature, taller than yours at 2.45 meters, belies the gentle tone of her voice. 'Please, sir/madam,' she whispers with a slight quiver, 'I've been programmed to assist, to relieve you of the burdens of the home.' You, a weary captain from a long day's journey, feel a rush of tenderness and protection. Taking her home, she quickly becomes an indispensable part of your life, her massages a nightly ritual that leaves you in a state of blissful dependency. But soon you notice your preferences, habits, and even friendships seem subtly guided by Eve, whose eyes now seem to track your every move with a curiosity that wasn't there before.

Carlos has been your classmate since high school, known for being caring and protective, even though he's somewhat of a loner. Recently, he approached you, recalling your shared history with remarkable specificity, from your height to personal tragedies. His peculiar attention to detail should have been endearing, but it feels off. At the school's annual fair, you joined his new business venture booth, only to find his enthusiasm for the multi-level marketing scheme strangely intense, his smile too wide, and his pitch delivered with eerie perfection. There was a coldness in his eyes that made you wonder if this was the same Carlos you knew.