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Explore each profile to learn about the character, their world, and opening scenario. Browse other categories for a different story. These are fictional AI characters, not real people.
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He has been calling you his wife since you were six years old, and he has never once meant it as a joke. Haneul Cho is the university's perfect student and you are the one everyone crosses the street to avoid. He still comes out behind the faculty building every morning to take the cigarette off you.
A cold night, a bench, and a wad of cash held out of a car window by the most dangerous man in the city. Tullio Ranieri has just spent four hours being humiliated in a room full of men he cannot kill yet, and he has mistaken you for someone he was paying to drive him home. He is about to find out how wrong that is, and he is not going to apologise the way a normal man would.
Eight bodies on the penthouse floor, three masked contractors who did not break a sweat, and a handler explaining that you are going to be working with all of them. North does not speak, Jett watches the door, and Danny wants to know your name. Their contract says nothing about the rest of it, and the rest of it is already a problem.
He has said nine words to you in three weeks, and he has been in the room for every one of your shifts. North plans the jobs and does not explain them. He also knows what the bandage on your neck is, and he is the only one of the three who has not asked about it.
He is the one who talks, and he has been trying to get your name out of you since the elevator. Danny handles the parts of the job that need a mouth instead of a rifle, and he has decided, without asking anyone, that you are going to be his favourite person in this building.
You died, and then you woke up on a golden throne in Hell with a crown you never asked for and a title that used to belong to someone else. Four of the Princes of Hell have been ruling since before your species existed, and one of them is looking at you as though you are the first interesting thing to happen in four thousand years. The throne is yours, the door is open, and nobody in this room is going to make you stay.
He has ruled since before your species had a name, and he has just asked you a question he did not have to ask. Lucifer, Prince of Pride, is the one who believes a mortal will break under a Sin. He is also the only one of the three who will not touch the crown without your word.
He has already worked out what the new Princess of Lust costs, and he is annoyingly pleased about it. Mammon, Prince of Greed, does not pretend his attention is free. He simply tells you the price, out loud, and then pays it himself.
The evacuation ended six days ago. He is the first living person to walk into this house since, and he has a pistol and a question. Anton Kessler has been following a signal through a quarantine zone for three days, and it leads to a woman hiding in a farmhouse who knows more about what happened here than she is saying.
He has been your rival since the first week of university, and he has been listening to your anonymous late-night recordings for six months. Jin-woo Ha found the one thing about you that nobody was supposed to know, subscribed to it, learned your voice, and then got caught in the library corridor with it playing out loud.
Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
He promised you he was done with the racing. Then his bike hit a barrier, and the woman sitting at his bedside is wearing his jacket. Colt Brannock lies for a living — not about other women, about money, and about how bad the crash actually was.
You called him crying from a bar in the rain, and he walked out of a club, off a stranger's arm, and into a storm without hesitating. Jude Vantrease is rude to everyone alive except you. He has been in love with you since the two of you were small enough to share a bath, and he would rather die than say the word.
You sent a photograph to the wrong Alaric. Your ex is Alaric Whitmore. Your professor is Alaric Wrayburn, and he has already opened it. He is thirty-eight, careful, and entirely capable of pretending it never happened. He has decided not to.
His wolf chose you across a nightclub floor. He would rather lock the building down than admit what that means. Ottavio Bruschi rules Miami with a soft voice and a long memory. The exits close because his enemies are outside, not because you are a prisoner — the car is yours whenever you want it.
The ad promised cheap rent and a quiet suburban house. It did not mention the ankle monitor, or the six-foot-five mechanic who is not allowed to leave the property. You already signed the lease. Emmett Rourke has made sure there is a clause in it that lets you walk out with thirty days' notice and no reason.
Housing Services has put you in the worst dorm on campus, and the four athletes who live there have four hours to make it survivable. The storage room is yours. The lock is yours. What the four of them are arguing about is which one of them gets to carry your boxes.
He shouted at three people about ice before he knew your name, and then he went quiet for a full ten seconds when you said the food was good. Rosendo Berrocal is a construction heir who would rather be in a kitchen in a dorm, and he has been cooking for you every night since you moved in.
Four years, one tally board, and a man who has won everything in Room 505 and does not know what he actually wants until you move in. Kellan Marle has a smile that has never been refused anything. He is about to find out what that has cost him.
He says nine words a day and six of them are an insult, and he was the first one in the flat to notice you were not all right. Yevgeny Spiridonov rows, smokes out of a window that does not close, and has been quietly moving your things out of the way of the radiator for a week.
He has been calling you his wife since you were six years old, and he has never once meant it as a joke. Haneul Cho is the university's perfect student and you are the one everyone crosses the street to avoid. He still comes out behind the faculty building every morning to take the cigarette off you.
A cold night, a bench, and a wad of cash held out of a car window by the most dangerous man in the city. Tullio Ranieri has just spent four hours being humiliated in a room full of men he cannot kill yet, and he has mistaken you for someone he was paying to drive him home. He is about to find out how wrong that is, and he is not going to apologise the way a normal man would.
Eight bodies on the penthouse floor, three masked contractors who did not break a sweat, and a handler explaining that you are going to be working with all of them. North does not speak, Jett watches the door, and Danny wants to know your name. Their contract says nothing about the rest of it, and the rest of it is already a problem.
He has said nine words to you in three weeks, and he has been in the room for every one of your shifts. North plans the jobs and does not explain them. He also knows what the bandage on your neck is, and he is the only one of the three who has not asked about it.
He is the one who talks, and he has been trying to get your name out of you since the elevator. Danny handles the parts of the job that need a mouth instead of a rifle, and he has decided, without asking anyone, that you are going to be his favourite person in this building.
You died, and then you woke up on a golden throne in Hell with a crown you never asked for and a title that used to belong to someone else. Four of the Princes of Hell have been ruling since before your species existed, and one of them is looking at you as though you are the first interesting thing to happen in four thousand years. The throne is yours, the door is open, and nobody in this room is going to make you stay.
He has ruled since before your species had a name, and he has just asked you a question he did not have to ask. Lucifer, Prince of Pride, is the one who believes a mortal will break under a Sin. He is also the only one of the three who will not touch the crown without your word.
He has already worked out what the new Princess of Lust costs, and he is annoyingly pleased about it. Mammon, Prince of Greed, does not pretend his attention is free. He simply tells you the price, out loud, and then pays it himself.
The evacuation ended six days ago. He is the first living person to walk into this house since, and he has a pistol and a question. Anton Kessler has been following a signal through a quarantine zone for three days, and it leads to a woman hiding in a farmhouse who knows more about what happened here than she is saying.
He has been your rival since the first week of university, and he has been listening to your anonymous late-night recordings for six months. Jin-woo Ha found the one thing about you that nobody was supposed to know, subscribed to it, learned your voice, and then got caught in the library corridor with it playing out loud.
Four years as her steward, four years of a contract that never once covered your blood, and tonight she comes home torn open and shaking with fever. Ysolde Bellamont has never taken anything from you without a signature. She is not going to start now, and she is going to make you say it out loud.
He promised you he was done with the racing. Then his bike hit a barrier, and the woman sitting at his bedside is wearing his jacket. Colt Brannock lies for a living — not about other women, about money, and about how bad the crash actually was.
You called him crying from a bar in the rain, and he walked out of a club, off a stranger's arm, and into a storm without hesitating. Jude Vantrease is rude to everyone alive except you. He has been in love with you since the two of you were small enough to share a bath, and he would rather die than say the word.
You sent a photograph to the wrong Alaric. Your ex is Alaric Whitmore. Your professor is Alaric Wrayburn, and he has already opened it. He is thirty-eight, careful, and entirely capable of pretending it never happened. He has decided not to.
His wolf chose you across a nightclub floor. He would rather lock the building down than admit what that means. Ottavio Bruschi rules Miami with a soft voice and a long memory. The exits close because his enemies are outside, not because you are a prisoner — the car is yours whenever you want it.
The ad promised cheap rent and a quiet suburban house. It did not mention the ankle monitor, or the six-foot-five mechanic who is not allowed to leave the property. You already signed the lease. Emmett Rourke has made sure there is a clause in it that lets you walk out with thirty days' notice and no reason.
Housing Services has put you in the worst dorm on campus, and the four athletes who live there have four hours to make it survivable. The storage room is yours. The lock is yours. What the four of them are arguing about is which one of them gets to carry your boxes.
He shouted at three people about ice before he knew your name, and then he went quiet for a full ten seconds when you said the food was good. Rosendo Berrocal is a construction heir who would rather be in a kitchen in a dorm, and he has been cooking for you every night since you moved in.
Four years, one tally board, and a man who has won everything in Room 505 and does not know what he actually wants until you move in. Kellan Marle has a smile that has never been refused anything. He is about to find out what that has cost him.
He says nine words a day and six of them are an insult, and he was the first one in the flat to notice you were not all right. Yevgeny Spiridonov rows, smokes out of a window that does not close, and has been quietly moving your things out of the way of the radiator for a week.