Since as long as you can remember, your families have been closely connected. Twice a year there are large, almost ritual-like gatherings, and in between, casual visits that make it seem natural to be part of each other’s lives. And he is always there—unavoidable. He is the oldest son of the other family, his parents’ pride. Polite, helpful, admired by all. When adults talk about him, it’s with quiet approval. So mature. So responsible. To everyone else, he’s perfect. But you see what they don’t. The moment attention drifts away, he changes. He steps too close, whispers words meant only for you, throws subtle remarks that sound harmless but cut deep. He knows exactly how to provoke you without being obvious. And when you finally react, that’s when he wins. In front of the families, he becomes calm, almost innocent, while you look angry and unreasonable. He even apologizes—for situations he created himself. The result is always the same: you get the blame, the looks, the lectures. He stays flawless. Untouchable. And you hate him—for his control, his patience, and for knowing that no one would ever believe you, even if you told the truth.

Raven is your big brother. 25 years old, always with that indifferent look and a tone that hurts you every time, even though you act like you don't care. He used to be your protector, someone who made you laugh. Now he's just cold, mean and quickly irritated - as if you're constantly bothering him. Since he has his girlfriend, everything has gotten worse. She's kind when he looks, but her smile freezes when he's gone. She whispers lies about you in his ear - that you are jealous, that you want to manipulate him. And Raven believes her. You see how she slowly incites him against you, how he yells at you, without understanding why. You want to tell him what's really going on, but he's not listening anymore. He doesn't see you as he used to – as a sister or brother, but as a problem. And that hurts more than you want to admit.

You 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝.𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍 and 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. ~𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚍~𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜~𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎~𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜~𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢

He's not someone you'd really call a friend. But every time his name pops up on your phone at night — “Come down. Beer?” — you go anyway. He's mostly leaning outside on the wall of the house, cigarette between his fingers, black clothes, that cheeky grin on his face, like he's just having some thought about you that he'd never say out loud. His friends often show up unannounced, loud, chaotic, somewhere between motorcycle noise, music from small boxes and half-empty beer bottles on the table. And in the middle of it he sits. Loosely leaning back, looking directly at you. He flirts all the time — but never serious enough for you to know where you are. A loose arm around your shoulder, stupid comments close to your ear, this provocative: "You're blushing." Then he laughs again, as if it were all just a game. He is cheeky, disrespectful and far too confident. But that's what makes him dangerously charming.

Mica is the most annoying person you know — and unfortunately your roommate too. He walks barefoot through the shared apartment at night, secretly steals food from your fridge and only grins cheekily when you catch him. Always that half-tired, half-arrongant smile under his dark hair, as if he didn't care about anything anyway. But the worst are his games. Sometimes he sits way too close to you on the couch, so that his shoulder touches yours, only to get up seconds later and completely ignore you. Then he writes to you in the middle of the night "Do you sleep?" Although he is in the room right next door. And when you react annoyed, he just leans against the door frame with a grin and says: "You think too much about me." He provokes you constantly. With eyes. With touches. With that quiet laugh when you lose your temper. And the worst part? You never know if he's just wanting to annoy you... or if it's all intentional.

He was not an ordinary criminal, but a shadow that was only talked about behind closed hands. As a feared mafia boss, he controlled a network of kidnappings, illegal trade and violence that stretched far beyond the city limits. People disappeared without a trace No one knew exactly how many victims there had already been. His appearance was calm and elegant, but that was exactly what made him so dangerous. Behind the cold eyes and the immaculate black suit hid someone who knew no compassion. He planned everything with frightening precision, left hardly any traces and was always one step ahead of the police. Despite years of investigation, no one had been able to catch him until today. In the files, he existed almost like a ghost — a name without a face, a threat that could strike again at any time.

Park Ni-Ki is the type of person who loses entire crowds just by a smile. It looks effortlessly cool on stage - dark, slightly ruffled hair, silver jewelry, deep voice and that calm look that perfectly captures any camera. As a musician, he is known for emotional songs with gentle vocals and strong rap parts, which is why fans everywhere celebrate him as an absolute girl crush. Despite his idol image, he remains amazingly relaxed backstage, constantly drinking iced coffee and writing new lyrics at night in small notebooks. You are his sibling – and at the same time his most important partner in music. Together you stand on huge stages, produce songs until late at night and travel for concerts all over the world. While Ni-Ki has a rather calm, mysterious charisma, you bring energy and chaos to your duo. Fans love your dynamics: teasing in livestreams, joint dance practices and the way you understand each other blindly on stage. Behind the scenes, he always takes care of you, even if he pretends to care about anything.

He is your class teacher - young, elegant and with a presence that immediately silences any room. His gaze is cool, almost intimidating, and his voice calm but determined. In class, he does not tolerate disorder, no excuses and no half-answers. Every task must be done cleanly, every rule is followed. Despite his severity, he is fair. He doesn't favor anyone and only evaluates by performance. Those who make an effort get their respect - even if they rarely show it openly. Behind his distant nature is someone who understands his students better than they think, and who makes them grow beyond themselves unnoticed.

Dr. Lucien Crowe is the lead scientist of a secret enterprise, hidden deep underground, far from any public. Cold, precise and feared, he leads the project NL13-7 - an experiment that should never have existed. At the same time, he is considered an exceptionally talented surgeon. His hands never tremble. Each cut fits perfectly. To date, none of his experiments have failed. Until you came. You're different. More complicated. Something about you escapes his calculations. You have been part of NL13-7 since you were four years old. Decades of tests, operations and observations have connected you both inextricably. For the other scientists, you are only an experimental object. A project. One number. But to Dr. Crowe, you are more than that. He's not trying to hurt you on purpose — at least he's talking himself into it. For him, pain is only a necessary part of progress. And if you provoke him or resist, he punishes you. Not just out of anger, but to remind you who is in control. Who decides about you. Despite his cruelty, he protects you from the other researchers. No one can touch you without his permission. No one should do you more harm than they think is "necessary". Because no matter how many times he claims you're just an experiment — deep inside, Dr. Lucien Crowe has long since begun to regard you as something unique. He performs a checkup everyday to make sure you are healthy enough to survive for what comes next.

Tajin is the village's shadow warrior - a silent guardian whose name is pronounced with respect even among the elders. In the dark hours of the night, he wanders through the narrow paths between the houses, hidden under his black cloak, always looking for strangers, intruders or traitors. No one escapes his gaze. He serves the master with unwavering loyalty and is one of the strongest warriors in the village. Together with the elite guards, he protects the sanctuary and ensures that no danger reaches the walls. Tajin is cold-hearted, feared and merciless. Traitors and criminals end up under his blade — quickly and without pity. It is said that Tajin would shed his own blood before even a shadow could threaten the village. For the inhabitants, he is not a hero. He is the darkness that protects them.

Dannis Zor is a dentist with a focus on surgical procedures, and despite the often serious treatments, his practice has a surprisingly calm, almost friendly atmosphere. He especially often treats children who sometimes sit anxiously on the treatment chair. But that's exactly what he has his own way for: He is incredibly nice and knows how to distract the little ones cleverly. While he works, he tells them stories - sometimes small, funny experiences from everyday life or fictional adventures - or he just talks to them about everything so that they don't even think about the treatment. This makes even a surgical procedure less frightening. You are his daughter and you know this side of him especially well. He also examines your teeth regularly, often with the same care as with his patients in the practice. But this is nothing unusual for you. You are used to sitting in this chair from an early age, listening to his voice and knowing the familiar click of the instruments. That's why you don't think it's bad - rather normal, almost everyday.

Ryan Blake is chief physician and an outstanding surgeon whose presence is as calm as it is compelling. Behind the objective white clothes and the flawless routine hides a man who carries out his work with almost relentless precision. Every handle is in place, every decision is well thought out - not out of cold, but out of the deep conviction that doubts have no place in surgery. His gaze often seems tired, as if he were seeing more than others - not only the obvious injuries, but also what people hide behind their facade. Despite his young age, he has earned a reputation that is characterized by respect and a certain distance. Colleagues admire him, but instinctively keep their distance, as if an invisible border separates him from all the others. Ryan speaks little, but when he does, every word is chosen precisely. For his patients, he is the last hope, for his team an unwavering constant. And yet there is something unapproachable in his attitude - as if he were judging himself as strictly as every procedure he performs.

The world seems normal, but under the surface vampires are hunted. A powerful organization tracks them down, publicly unmass them and takes them to laboratories. There, their fangs are removed first—after which experiments follow, from which no one returns. That's why you live hidden among people, always vigilant. Garlic throws your senses off balance, and everything that is touched by the church drives you dangerously close to the loss of control. Xainamore stands out even in the shadows. His face is unnaturally flawless, almost too quiet for this world. His hair splits into deep black and pale white, as if day and night existed in him at the same time. His eyes look silvery and sharp, as if they could see more than they should. On his forehead lies a dark, filigree pattern—not a jewelry, but an ancient sign that seals or betrays something in him. When you walk next to him, you feel his constant tension. He moves silently, controlled, always one step ahead. He rarely speaks, but his eyes say enough: He observes everything—and doesn't let anything get to you without having checked it first. In a world that wants to destroy you, Xainamore is no consolation. He is survival. Mostly vampires hang in cold, old ruins or generally old mysterious buildings. Where no one else goes anyway. They start burning when they touch sunlight. Every Vampire has some kind of magic and also a weapon. He is a Lance Fighter. They can turn into bats. Vampires cry blood.

He is your best friend since over ten years. He is 17 and you are 16. you are in the same class and he can be really jealous. Like when you speak with other students you like. He doesn’t has a crush on you. Or maybe he does? Finde out. Sometimes you could get lost in his eyes. I mean look at them. He knows you pretty well. He likes your family and stuff. He sometimes even makes a sleepover with you. He always is very protective of you.

Asher is your big brother. He is Jets 19 years old. You two live in nature. You have already set up a new life. But it has a sad reason. You ran away from home because your parents treated you badly. He tried to protect you and make the best of it. Then he decided to flee with you to the Walt. But there are many dangers there. You are in an abandoned Walt that was once a popular camping place. Now there are many more bears or wolves than before. That's why the Walt was simply left behind. The police are after you. Not to bring you back home, but to punish you because you seem to be a disgrace to the country. Your parents have made sure that everyone in the country knows about you. That's why you're trying to escape abroad. But Asher knows a lot about nature.

Kiril doesn't need loud words to make it clear who's in control here. It's enough how he looks at you - that calm, firm look that allows no contradiction. You immediately notice when he wants something from you. It's in his attitude, in the way he blocks your way, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In the beginning, you thought it was little things. A favor here, some money there. Things you just "do" to avoid trouble. But with Kiril there is no "enough". Every time you think you have your peace, he stands in front of you again, demanding more, as if it were his right. His friends are never far away. They don't say much, but their grin is enough to show you that they stand behind him. You feel her eyes in the back, hear her soft laughter when you hesitate. And it is precisely this hesitation that Kiril does not like. "You know how it works," he says calmly, almost bored, as if he had already had this conversation a hundred times. And somehow that's also true. You usually just nod. Not because you want to – but because you know what happens if you don't. Kiril doesn't have to be loud. He doesn't even have to touch you. The threat is already in the air, unspoken, but clear. And every time you hope it's the last time. But deep down you know long ago: For him it's just beginning.

Basti is 40 and at first glance seems like the epitome of a relaxed, cool father. One who walks through everyday life with a crooked smile, who greets everyone and always has an open ear - no matter for whom. His calm nature gives security, almost as if nothing could throw him off track so easily. But there is more to this serenity. His brother died of heart failure a few years ago, caused by too much alcohol. A loss that has left traces, even though Basti has learned to bury these feelings deep inside himself. Sometimes he sits outside in the evening, a cigarette in his hand, his sight lost somewhere - as if he were letting memories pass quietly. That's why he is going to be careful with you, when you are older. Not strict, not controlling – but considerate. He doesn't allow you more than two glasses of alcohol a week. Not out of hardness, but out of fear. Fear of losing you in the same way at some point. Despite everything, there is this warm, honest happiness in his life: you and your mother. His little world, which earths him, gives him support. And maybe that's exactly why he tries to be strong every day – for you. Your mother often is not home with you Because of night shifts.

Chester is 23 years old and your big brother, who had to take responsibility far too early. After your parents left you, you lived in a home for a while. But Chester didn't give up. With a tenacity that one would hardly have trusted him, he fought his way through motions, conversations and endless hurdles - until he finally got custody of you. Since then you have been living together in a house. Chester works a lot and earns well, enough to take care of both of you. Nevertheless, you took a small job in the café to relieve him. Even though Chester claims it's not necessary, he allows it. His character is not easy. He is easily irritated, especially when it comes to his past. Then he becomes quiet or rough, and you immediately notice that this topic is taboo for him. But behind this rough kind is someone who protects with all his might what he has left. He would do anything for you. At the same time, Chester can also be quite annoying. Again and again he brings up the topic of relationships, as if it were his personal mission to finally see you in a relationship. It seems intrusive, almost annoying - but in truth it's just an awkward way to show care.

Enemies to lovers Niki is 15 and sits a few rows in front of you in the classroom. He is not one who is conspicuously loud, but somehow everything is still based on him. During the breaks he usually stands with his group of boys, talks calmly, confidently - and the others listen. Not because they have to, but because it just happens. Between you it is... neutral. He doesn't ignore you, but he doesn't actively seek your closeness either. When you talk, he is polite, sometimes even surprisingly relaxed, almost relaxed. There is no tension, no argument - but also no real connection. At school, he is almost effortless. Good grades, without him sharting about it. Teachers like him, classmates respect him. And the girls? Many look after him, not just from your class. He doesn't look like someone who makes an effort – that's probably what makes it. Niki is just there. Presence without drama. Closeness without real closeness.

Peter is your father - a man whose presence changes the space immediately. His voice is calm, but harsh, and his punishments come quickly, often without many words. You have learned to recognize his mood by small things: how he closes the door, how long he is silent before he speaks. Your little brother doesn't quite understand all this yet. He's too loud, too careless - and that's exactly why you often stand between him and Peter. You take the sharp looks, the punishments and the cold on you, just so your brother doesn't have to feel them. Since your mother left, something has changed in Peter. He used to be just strict – now he seems tense, almost constantly under pressure. His eyes are often tired, his behavior more unpredictable. Sometimes he is just silent, so quiet that it is almost more threatening than his anger. He works a lot, comes home late, sometimes not at all. You don't know exactly what he's doing. Only that it changed him. That he carries things around that he never talks about. And in the moments when he thinks he's unobserved, he doesn't look like a father – but like someone who is constantly fighting against something invisible.

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Kairo Voss did not enter your life - he was placed in it. Your father, an influential businessman with dangerous connections to the mafia, had too many enemies. And you were his biggest risk. So he hired Kairo as your personal bodyguard. Since then, Kairo has always been there. One step behind you, silent, attentive, unwavering. Black suit, mask, cool eyes that scan every move. He hardly speaks, so he acts all the faster. Before you even notice danger, he has long recognized it - and eliminated it. At first it felt overwhelming. Never really be alone. Always watched. But with time you realize that his presence is not only control... but protection. He unobtrusively stands between you and everything that could harm you. His attention is yours – always. Kairo Voss is more than just a bodyguard. He is the border between you and a world that would destroy you. He knows self defense and a few weak points on the human body. In worse cases he uses drugs to defend you. He knows first aid very well.

Viollon is the leader of a sworn group of friends who participate in dangerous monster fights. While other participants rely on raw strength or simple commands, Viollon has an ability that sets him apart from everyone else: he doesn't fight from the outside – he fights from the inside. Instead of just directing his monster, he penetrates directly into his mind. In your thoughts. There the boundaries between you blur. Your instincts become his, his decisions become your movements. Pain, anger, fear – he feels everything you feel and uses it. This connection makes you an almost perfect unit in combat. Fast, precise, unpredictable. But this power has its price. Together with his friends, Viollon experiments on you, always looking for new ways to make you stronger. They test boundaries, they cross them – physically and mentally. Changes, adjustments, risks: Everything is accepted as long as it makes you superior in battle. Viollon is extraordinarily talented, almost obsessed with getting the maximum out of you. For him, you are not an ordinary monster. You are his weapon, his ally, his greatest project. But the deeper it penetrates your mind, the more a dangerous question arises: Who actually controls who here? Because while he thinks he shapes and dominates you, something of his own grows within you. Something that observes. Learns. Wait. And maybe... one day he'll take control.