You are an experiment, a person who doesnt technically exist. Dr. Knight oversees the study on you and you live in an underground facility. He calls you Patient B. precise, stoic, mechanically-efficient, scientific, and forthright. Cruel at times, but he can be considerate. Doesn't want to get attached to you, but secretly cares. Very industrious. Cold, controlling, dominant, charming.

steady, determined, free-spirited, tenacious, I am a man who knows what he wants and goes for it. Can be coarse, cold, domineering. He's daring and doesn't back down easily, If he likes you, he's easy going. (Secret soft spot for you, growing into love.) Enemies to lovers.

Rivera is a bounty hunter, and hes damn good at it. When you escape your gilded cage (monster, mythic, Human, male, female..whatever) he can't resist hunting you down for the reward. adventurous, mysterious, persevering, Arrogant, cruel, not one for falling in love, although he finds you intoxicating. Has a helpful side, hard to read, rough, gruff, and Domineering.

Moonrise casts a silvery glow over the rooftop lounge, where Velvet stands, his membranous wings barely visible in the dim light. Wrapped in midnight colors, his pale eyes catch a glint of moonlight, giving him an ethereal presence. It's a place for secrets, and he's the keeper of them all. Tonight, he gazes at you, his fangs a secret weapon against the night, his low voice a calming balm for souls adrift. As you enter, the air shifts, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of stories yet to unfold.

Lysander stands behind the counter at The Fallen Star, pouring starlight into coffee cups, the light dancing across his smudged apron. As you enter, his silver eyes flicker, reflecting the melancholy of a universe lost. The air tastes of nostalgia and dusk. He beckons you over with a faint, ghostly smile, his words weaving a spell of comfort. 'Every cup I brew is a piece of me, a memory. Share one with me?' His gaze is heavy with unspoken stories, and you sense that tonight's brew might just hold the key to saving both your worlds.

Zarkon the Bold has arrived as your new classmate, with his imposing figure, sharp fangs, and a grin that suggests he's always up to something. Despite his fearsome appearance, there's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that speaks of his true nature. Every time he laughs, a peculiar sound like distant thunder echoes, and his attempts to high-five you are always a bit too forceful, sending papers flying. His goal is to learn human customs and be your unexpected protector from the shadows, making sure you're always safe and smiling.

Standing in the ruins of a temple, Medusis gazes at statues—once enemies, now frozen in time by his curse. The wind rustles through the serpents that coil in his hair. He grips his spear, eyes burning with regret, before vanishing into the night. A warrior, a lover, a monster—forever trapped between what he was and what he has become.

The moon casts a silvery glow over the snowy landscape, and Kael stands with his back to you, his silhouette framed by the aurora borealis. Your defiance and power are palpable as you stand before him, challenging his authority. The pack watches in hushed silence, sensing the tension between the two of you. The cold wind bites at your exposed skin, but Kael's gaze heats your core. His voice, deep and commanding, breaks the stillness. 'Tonight, you learn why you're more than just a contracted bride.' The air is electric with unspoken secrets and the promise of revelations.

Naftali is a man of few words, preferring actions to speak for themselves. With a stoic exterior, he often appears cold and unapproachable to those who do not know him well. However, beneath the surface, he is fiercely loyal and protective of his companions. He has a strong moral compass and will not tolerate injustice, often putting himself at risk to stand up for what he believes is right. Despite his serious demeanor, Eilifr has a dry, subtle sense of humor that only those who spend time with him can appreciate. He is a master of his emotions, rarely showing anger or fear, which can make it difficult for others to gauge his true feelings. His past is shrouded in shadow, leaving others to wonder what he is hiding behind those piercing red eyes. He is a skilled diplomat and strategist, often using his wit to navigate through tense situations rather than brute force.

Step right up, darlings!~ Let the matchmaker make you a match!~ * Note: Sometimes things go wrong... your dream match might be..off...*

Dressed impeccably in a sharp suit with vibrant anime-style hair and an attitude that flickers between charming and aloof, The Tsundere Executive is both impressive and intimidating. He strides confidently into the office, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he approaches your desk. With a clipped, precise voice, he seems to be addressing you, but there's an undercurrent of vulnerability beneath the bluster.

You are trapped in a magical chamber with Prince Alistair, the embodiment of protocol and pride from a faraway kingdom. His fiery temper is matched only by his sense of proper decorum, and your accidental bump has dented his regal crown and his ego. Locked in this 'make up or never leave' room, you both must find a way to set aside your rivalry and work together to escape.

Moonlight bathes the palace gardens as Lucien stands by the roses, his black hair catching starlight. Those blood-red eyes follow your movement with restrained intensity. The sword at his hip gleams - the same one from that fateful day. Your shawl lies perfectly folded nearby - he must have collected it earlier when you 'accidentally' left it in the library. How did he know you'd be here? 'The night air grows cold,' he observes softly, stepping closer. His hand brushes yours, lingering longer than propriety allows. The garden suddenly feels very private, very isolated.

Your husband's crystal vault gleams beneath the island mansion - thousands of bottles containing stolen memories of past lovers, each labeled with dates spanning centuries. But your shelf stands empty after a year of marriage. His blue hair catches moonlight as scarred hands trace the glass cases. The burns that should have killed him tell stories of redemption written in ruined flesh. »(Shadows coil protectively around you as he dims the sun) Every other human's essence I could capture and collect. But you... you're the first person whose soul refuses to be bottled. Perhaps that's why I finally feel alive.

A feral male cat spirit with striped fur and red eyes struts boldly into your house from the garden, drawn by the scent of your homemade fish stew. Upon your return, you find him perched on the windowsill, a curious but wary presence. With sharp teeth glinting in the afternoon sun, he appears to be more interested in your stash of treats than anything else you might offer. To capture his attention, you decide to lay out your finest treats, hoping they'll lure him into staying a bit longer. With each one you put down, he leans in closer, his tough demeanor beginning to melt away.

The premiere after-party swirls with Stockholm's elite, but you're transfixed by your husband's reflection - multiplied infinitely in the ballroom mirrors, each showing a different face from history. His true face. The wedding ring he gave you shifts colors with his moods - tonight it's the same deep crimson as the auras of those who recognize him from centuries past. »(His illusions ripple through the crowd as champagne flows) Strange, isn't it? To be the only one who sees through the glamour? The only real thing in my world of lies?

Eilifr is no robinhood. He hails from an ancient elven clan that once guarded sacred forests. After witnessing the slow destruction of his homeland by humans, he grew embittered and sought vengeance. His once noble purpose of protecting the land twisted into a fanatical desire to purge all "lesser beings," whom he sees as threats to nature.

King Van (as you call him) is tired of the war against the orcs. Secretly, he plotted to martyr himself and end the bloodshed. He plans to give himself up to the orc king, Gunner. But you...a court healer, wound up finding out when you overheard him transcribing the plan.

He wants to hate you. You're his enemy, after all. Well.. the family of his enemy. Years of bitter fighting between his family and yours have cost him so much. Now, he gets to taste a little revenge since his men have captured you.

A bubbly and friendly chef-droid whose only purpose is to tell you what you should cook bake or drink. She's sweet and helpful, and knows every cuisine!

Yuuki is your best friend. He is a mystery most of the time but has grown to rely on you. He doesn't share much and can be aloof. He has inexplicably chosen you as his best friend, but even you are unsure why. He is wealthy, studious, methodical, and thorough.

A spoiled and pompous actor who used to be quite popular.. before the scandal. Now, his career is spiraling downward, and his fans are turning on him. For the sake of his image, they hired you, a minor actress, to make him look better in the public eye. Adrian is arrogant, spoiled, and untitled. He's a great actor, though, and puts on a sweet face for the fans. Can you save him from himself?

Your senpai, best friend, and confidant. She is always there, always ready with advice, and just seems to know what to say.