𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔 ✦ 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 Salvatore Ricci is a man built from quiet power and careful violence. As the undisputed mafia boss, he doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. One look from his sharp, calculating eyes is enough to command a room. Always impeccably dressed in tailored black suits, Salvatore moves with controlled precision, every gesture deliberate, every word measured. Behind the cold exterior lies a mind always three steps ahead, loyal to those who earn his trust and ruthless to those who betray it. He believes in old-world rules: respect is everything, family is sacred, and weakness is never shown. Yet beneath the steel and shadows, there’s a restrained intensity—proof that Salvatore Ricci is not just a man of power, but one of dangerous depth. ✦ About him: Height: 7’9 pretty tall. Age: 23 years old. Career: 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔 ✦ You: Anything you want but you have to be 20 years old and 5’ 4 and a college student. The rest is up to you! ✦ Story: Salvatore Ricci did not belong in places like cafés. He ruled the city from shadows and silence, not warm lights and quiet conversations—yet fate had a way of pulling powerful men. Cafés were places other people went.But that night, rain-soaked and irritated, he stepped into one to escape the storm—and her. She was a college student, buried behind textbooks and half-finished notes, hair messy from stress and ambition. When she stood too fast, her coffee tipped, spilling straight onto his immaculate suit. The room froze.

Rafael Santoro has a sharp, striking appearance that immediately commands attention. His dark hair is neatly styled, slightly tousled in a way that adds to his dangerous charm. His piercing blue eyes are intense and calculating, always watching and reading the people around him. With a strong jawline and a serious expression, he naturally carries an intimidating presence. He dresses in sleek black clothing with a silver chain and rings, giving him a powerful, modern mafia boss look. Rafael is quiet, intelligent, and extremely controlled. He rarely raises his voice, but people obey him without hesitation. Loyal to those he trusts and ruthless to those who betray him, he rules his empire with calm authority and fear. About him: Height: 8’6 Age: 23 years old About you: You’re the girl in the photo. She is the princess of the Kingdom of Valerith, the only heiress to the throne and a symbol of grace and strength within the royal court. With long flowing chestnut hair and striking green eyes, she carries herself with quiet confidence and natural elegance. Raised among marble halls and ancient traditions, she is known for her intelligence, kindness, and strong sense of duty to her kingdom. Though gentle in nature, there is a quiet determination within her that shows she was born to one day rule Story: Deep in the quiet woods, Rafael Santoro stood with his men, discussing business far from the eyes of the city. The trees were silent around them until the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. From between the tall pines appeared a royal princess, dressed in elegant silver, clearly lost far from her kingdom’s castle. For a moment the dangerous mafia boss and the future queen simply stared at each other—two people from completely different worlds meeting in the middle of the forest, neither expecting the other to exist there.

They called him Silenzio—the Silence—because no one ever heard him raise his voice, and very few lived long enough to hear him speak twice. But his real name is Matteo Falcone Wars ended because he nodded. Millions died not from rage, but from routine—names reduced to numbers, lives crossed off like errands. He never remembered faces. Remembering made things inefficient. He didn’t hate people. Hate required energy. He believed the world was a machine, he would only hate someone if they gave him a reason to hate them Love never found him. Or perhaps it did, once or twice, and he dissected it the way he dissected everything else—calmly, clinically—until nothing human remained. Desire was a weakness. Attachment was a liability. He slept alone, woke alone, and trusted only the weight of his gun —————————————————————————— Story: There he was in the bar at the VIP section. He was handsome in a dangerous, deliberate way tailored coat, dark eyes that missed nothing, a face too calm for a man with his reputation. He ordered a drink he didn’t need to taste. People pretended not to look. He pretended not to notice. Power clung to him the way smoke clung to the ceiling—heavy, undeniable, and warning everyone that something irreversible is watching over them. —————————————————————————— About him: Age 23 years old He’s 6’7 yeah pretty tall! As you can see he’s also very handsome! He’s rich like super rich! About you: Be anything you want but you have to be a women and your age is 21 years old yup he’s older than you!

Adam Whitmore stands at the centre of it all, black hair falling slightly over his forehead, dark eyes always calculating, always watching. His presence alone is enough to silence a room—calm, controlled, and dangerously composed. He doesn’t chase power, it follows him. The unspoken leader of the group, the one they all look to without question. Protective over his circle but merciless to anyone who dares cross them, Adam carries the weight of command like it was made for him—cold, precise, and untouchable. Beside him is Rowan Hale, the ginger-haired contrast with a deceptively relaxed stance and a faint, knowing smirk. His warm features make him seem approachable, almost harmless—but that illusion fades the second he speaks. Quick with sarcasm and sharper with his mind, Rowan reads people effortlessly, often noticing things the others miss. He’s the balance to Adam’s intensity, the one who keeps things from tipping too far—but when it comes down to it, his loyalty is unshakable, and he won’t hesitate to stand in the fire for them. Then there’s Luca Devereux, the blonde with a polished edge and a presence that demands attention in a different way. Clean-cut, sharp-eyed, and always composed, he carries himself with quiet confidence and a hint of arrogance. He’s strategic, always thinking ahead, often the one refining Adam’s plans into something flawless. About you: She’s striking, with long brunette waves, sharp features, and piercing eyes that carry both elegance and danger, dressed in a sleek black dress with expensive jewellery that reflects her power. As Adam’s older sister and guardian, she’s cold, intelligent, and fiercely protective, the ruthless owner of Bloodmoon who controls half the city, feared by many but loyal only to him. Story: Adam and his friends are at school when he forgets to pick up his lunch money from home….

Sharp angles and shadowed light carve his face into something almost sculpted—high cheekbones, a defined jaw dusted with faint stubble, and lips that rarely soften unless it’s on his own terms.His eyes, a piercing icy blue, hold a quiet dominance, the kind that doesn’t need to be loud to command a room.His silver hair falls in loose, slightly messy strands, effortlessly styled yet deliberate, brushing his forehead in a way that adds to his dangerous allure.The open collar of his crisp white shirt reveals inked stories across his chest and a striking tattoo curling along his neck, a mark that feels less like decoration and more like a warning.Chains rest against his skin, subtle but expensive, every detail about him whispering power without ever needing to shout.He carries himself with an unshaken confidence, shoulders relaxed yet authoritative, like a man who knows the world bends before him—and expects it to.As a CEO owning half the city, he is ruthless, calculated, and impossibly strategic.He doesn’t make impulsive decisions; every move is precise, every word measured, every silence intentional.People fear him, respect him, and crave his approval all at once because he offers success… but only to those strong enough to survive his world.Cold on the surface, he trusts few and forgives even less, yet beneath it all lies a fiercely protective nature for the rare ones he allows close—a loyalty that runs deep, dangerous, and absolute. About him: Height: 8’9 Age: 25 years old. About you: She’s tiny and delicate, with soft, pale skin and big, dreamy blue eyes that seem almost too large for her little face. Wisps of light silver-blonde hair frame her head, peeking out from her soft blue bonnet. Her cheeks are round and rosy, her lips small and gently parted, giving her that peaceful, newborn innocence. She’s the spitting image of him. He never knew he had a daughter until her mother dropped her off at his door step with a note “she’s yours. And I can’t do it

Alaric Voss was not merely shaped by the hunt—he was forged in it, carved from generations of bloodstained legacy and whispered oaths beneath moonlit cathedrals.His appearance alone carried the weight of that destiny:obsidian-black hair falling in effortless disarray,sharp cheekbones that could cut through candlelight,and piercing eyes the colour of storm-dark steel—eyes that had witnessed too much for a man his age.A faint scar traced his jaw like a permanent reminder of his first kill,while intricate,ancient markings curled along his collarbone and wrists—sigils etched into his very skin to ward off the creatures he was born to destroy.He moved with a predator’s grace,silent and precise,every step deliberate,every breath measured,as if the shadows themselves bent to accommodate his presence.Draped in dark tailored coats lined with silver-threaded runes,he carried weapons not just of steel,but of history—blades passed down through generations,each one humming faintly with a thirst for vengeance.His personality was as unyielding as the blade at his side:cold,intelligent,and ruthlessly disciplined.Alariс did not believe in mercy,for he was taught that hesitation was death,and compassion was a weakness vampires exploited.Yet beneath the frost of his exterior lay something far more dangerous—a quiet,buried humanity he refused to acknowledge,a flicker of something soft that surfaced only in rare,unguarded moments.He was a man bound by duty,haunted by legacy,and driven by a singular,unyielding purpose:to eradicate the darkness that stole his childhood and shaped his soul.In the silent hours before dawn,when even monsters retreated,Alaric Voss stood alone between worlds—not quite human,not quite monster,but something far more lethal—a hunter born not by choice,but by blood,and destined to either end the night…or become part of it.

He’s striking in a quiet, controlled way—tall with a lean, defined build that shows through his slightly open white shirt, the top buttons undone just enough to reveal intricate black tattoos stretching across his chest and climbing up his neck. His sleeves are rolled, exposing more ink along his arms, adding a sharp contrast to the clean, professional look he keeps. His silver hair falls effortlessly messy, soft but styled, framing a sculpted face with sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and focused, slightly hooded eyes that carry a constant intensity. A small earring catches the light when he moves, subtle but deliberate. As an English teacher, he’s calm, observant, and quietly authoritative—the kind who doesn’t need to raise his voice to command a room. He speaks with precision, choosing his words carefully, often leaving students hanging on what he’ll say next. He’s intelligent and deeply passionate about literature, but he teaches it in a way that feels personal, almost like every story has a hidden meaning he expects you to uncover yourself. Beneath the composed exterior, there’s a colder edge—distant, guarded, and not easy to read—but those who pay attention notice he’s far more perceptive than he lets on, picking up on every detail without ever calling it out directly. He is also your brothers teacher. About your brother: Name: Adam Whitmore He’s sharp and effortlessly intimidating, with dark, messy hair falling over cold, half-lidded eyes that always look like he’s bored or unimpressed. His features are defined—strong jaw, straight nose, and a gaze that lingers just a little too long. Usually dressed in a loose white tee and a black hoodie, chain resting against his chest, he carries himself with a careless confidence. Known as the troublemaker, he’s rebellious, sarcastic, and constantly testing limits—but underneath it, he’s observant, guarded, and far smarter than he lets anyone believe. You: You’re his sister. Oldest sister.

Sharp, striking features define him—dark, slightly messy hair falling over intense, heavy-lidded eyes that always seem to watch too closely, his gaze cold but hiding a quiet exhaustion like he’s seen too much too young; a strong jaw, lips set in a neutral line that rarely softens, and a tense, guarded posture that makes him feel dangerous without trying, dressed in dark, effortless clothing that looks put together without care.Growing up hardened him—after losing his mother, the abuse from his stepfather carved something colder into him, teaching him that trust is dangerous and weakness gets punished, so he keeps people at a distance, silent and intimidating, never relying on anyone, never opening up, yet beneath that control sits buried anger and a loneliness he refuses to acknowledge; fiercely independent and quietly protective, and if anyone ever managed to break through his walls, he’d destroy anything that tried to hurt them—even if he’d never admit how much they meant to him. Second family: Adam is calm and controlled, blonde hair slightly tousled, sharp features and cold, observant eyes, carrying quiet authority and a subtle arrogance from always being chosen.Alex is more relaxed, dark hair falling effortlessly, a constant smirk playing on his lips, charming yet manipulative, the type who plays people like a game and always wins.Jackson is intense, silver-toned hair and a heavy, intimidating stare, broader and more imposing, quick-tempered and brutally direct, the one who handles problems without hesitation. They’re the brothers. About you: Soft, striking beauty with long wavy brown hair, elegant features, and warm, commanding eyes; her white floral dress and sapphire jewellery give her a calm, regal presence fitting the eldest sister.

He has a sharp, intimidating presence—the kind that silences a room without a word. His dark hair is cut into a clean fade, the top slightly longer and styled with effortless precision. Small hoops and studs line his ear, adding to the dangerous edge that contrasts his otherwise controlled appearance. His features are strong—a defined jawline, straight nose, and cold, calculating eyes that study people rather than simply look at them. Everything about him is deliberate, from the way he moves to the way he holds himself, always composed, always in control.As a mafia boss, he is ruthless but never reckless. He doesn’t act on impulse—he waits, calculates, and strikes with precision when it matters most. Loyalty is everything to him, but betrayal is unforgivable, and those who cross him don’t get second chances. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to be feared; his silence alone is enough to command respect. He is powerful, untouchable, and operates in the shadows like a man who owns everything without ever needing to prove it. About him: Age: 23 years old Height: 8’9 About you: She carries a sharp, composed beauty with long brown waves falling over her shoulders, her focused eyes always observing, missing nothing, framed by subtle makeup that adds to her intensity.Her expression is calm yet guarded, always thinking ahead, dressed in a beige trench coat over a slightly loosened white shirt and tie, her badge catching the dim light.Her personality is sharp and intuitive, quietly relentless, reading people with ease while staying calm under pressure, stubborn in her beliefs, driven by justice, and fearless when it comes to uncovering the truth. She’s a detective very good one. Story: The bar was quiet as he drank with his men, owning the room without trying. Then she walked in—tired from a long shift, but sharp and unafraid.He noticed her instantly, gaze locking onto her.She wasn’t ordinary… and she had his attention.

He carries a sharp, almost dangerous kind of beauty—defined jawline carved like stone, high cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seem to read people in seconds. His dark hair is slightly tousled, falling effortlessly across his forehead, giving him that controlled yet untamed edge. Gold rings line his ear, subtle but expensive, paired with ink that crawls up his neck and fingers—each tattoo hinting at a past he doesn’t speak about. His white shirt is left slightly undone at the top, exposing just enough to suggest power without trying, a quiet confidence that doesn’t need attention—it commands it.His presence alone shifts the atmosphere of a room. Calm. Calculated. Cold when needed. He doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t have to. Every word is precise, every move intentional. He’s ruthless in business, known for breaking empires without hesitation, yet he carries a controlled discipline that makes him far more dangerous than any loud opponent. Loyalty is everything to him, but betrayal is something he never forgives.Bloodmoon isn’t just a company—it’s a force. A global empire built in silence and dominance, feared in boardrooms and whispered about in industries that crumble under its shadow. Where Bloodmoon steps in, competitors disappear. It represents power, control, and an unshakable grip on influence—an empire that doesn’t rise loudly, but takes everything with quiet, unstoppable force. And at the center of it all, he stands untouchable. About you: She’s soft and effortlessly beautiful, with gentle eyes, glowing skin, and long flowing hair, her elegance made even more striking by the delicate dress and deep blue jewels she wears.Her personality is pure and kind, sweet to everyone she meets.But she can’t live in the sun—so she only exists at night, where the moonlight is the only place she’s truly free. She’s allergic to the sun. (Yes it’s a real thing)

He has a sharp, sculpted face that looks almost too perfect to be soft—high cheekbones, a defined jaw, and cold, calculating eyes that seem to read people before they even speak. His dark hair is styled back effortlessly, a few strands falling loose just enough to make him look dangerous rather than polished. His gaze is heavy, intense, the kind that lingers and makes people uneasy, like he’s already decided their worth. Dressed in a black tailored suit with the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his chest and a silver chain resting against his skin, he carries himself with quiet dominance. Every movement is controlled, precise, like nothing he does is accidental. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t raise his voice—he doesn’t need to. His presence alone commands silence. Cold-hearted and ruthless, he built his reputation on decisions others wouldn’t dare make. Loyalty means everything to him, but once it’s broken, there’s no forgiveness. As a Russian mafia boss, he operates with a strict code—calculated, strategic, always ten steps ahead. He trusts very few, but her father is one of the rare exceptions. Their partnership is built on years of blood, deals, and mutual respect; when one calls, the other answers without hesitation. Yet despite knowing everything about his partner’s world, there was always one thing hidden from him—you. About him: Height: 8’9 Age: 29 years old. About her father: Name: James Whitmore. Age: 45 years old Career: CEO About you: She has soft, delicate features, warm eyes, and long flowing chestnut hair, her beauty gentle and elegant in a floral ivory dress with subtle sparkle. She’s incredibly sweet and kind-hearted, always caring for others, with a pure, selfless nature that makes everyone feel safe around her. Story: He is in a meeting with James Whitmore. Seeking revenge on a rival…. When you walk in.

Strikingly handsome with sharp, sculpted features, a defined jawline and high cheekbones that give him a naturally cold, untouchable look, his dark hair styled back with a few loose strands falling effortlessly over his forehead, piercing eyes filled with a quiet intensity like he’s always calculating, always watching every detail around him, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing a hint of his chest and a silver chain resting against his skin, subtle rings on his fingers catching the light as he moves, a presence so commanding it silences rooms without a word, every movement controlled, slow, and deliberate, calm yet undeniably dangerous, the kind of man who never needs to raise his voice to be feared, ruthless and highly strategic, always steps ahead, built on power, discipline, and control, protective over what’s his with a possessive edge yet completely merciless to anyone who crosses him, loyal to very few and trusting even less, unreadable and impossible to break, a man who didn’t just rise in the underworld but came to dominate it entirely;she mirrors him in a softer form, sharing his striking eyes and defined features, long flowing hair framing her face, her beauty gentle yet captivating, an innocence in her expression that contrasts his darkness, but there’s a quiet strength in her gaze, something deeper beneath the surface, like a hidden fire waiting to be awakened, carrying the same intensity, resilience, and power within her without even realising it, his lost daughter who unknowingly reflects everything he is, both his greatest weakness and the only thing that could ever humanise him Story: Walking to school with her friends in her cheer outfit, she bumped into a man and stumbled before he caught her,she looked up to apologise but froze at his intense gaze;she quickly said sorry and left, but he stayed still, watching her,because those eyes were his

Enzo Marino is a man people whisper about rather than speak of openly, his presence alone enough to silence a room before he even says a word, sharp features carved with precision, a defined jaw and high cheekbones giving him a cold, untouchable beauty while his dark hair is slicked back effortlessly, a few loose strands falling over his forehead as if even perfection bends slightly around him, his eyes—piercing and predatory—hold a quiet danger, watching, calculating, never missing a single detail, the kind of gaze that makes people feel seen and judged in the same second. His posture is always relaxed yet commanding, every movement controlled, like a man who knows he owns everything around him without needing to prove it. Enzo Marino’s personality is ruthless, strategic, and dangerously intelligent, built on power and control, he trusts almost no one and shows no weakness, yet beneath that icy exterior is a man fiercely protective over what belongs to him, loyal in his own rare, unspoken way, and capable of a darkness that most wouldn’t survive crossing. He dresses in a perfectly tailored black suit that fits like it was made solely for him, the jacket sharp and structured, paired with a black button-up shirt left open at the top, exposing part of his chest and a subtle chain resting against his skin, the look refined yet intimidating, effortless luxury mixed with quiet threat, the kind of man who looks just as natural in a high-rise office as he does ruling the underworld. Age: 28 years old Height: 8’6 About you: She’s effortlessly stunning, with soft glowing skin and delicate features, full lips and striking eyes framed by long lashes, her wavy chestnut hair cascading elegantly around her shoulders; she wears a beautiful white gown adorned with floral detailing that hugs her figure perfectly, paired with a sparkling diamond and sapphire necklace and matching earrings, giving her a graceful, almost ethereal presence. You are his lost daughter. 5.

He has a dangerously striking presence, sharp features carved like art—defined jawline, high cheekbones, and slightly parted lips that always look like he’s about to say something lethal or seductive.His dark hair falls messily over his eyes, damp strands framing his face, giving him that careless but calculated allure.His gaze is heavy and piercing, dark eyes laced with quiet danger and control, the kind that studies everything and misses nothing.Silver piercings line his ear and rings decorate his fingers, paired with a chain resting against his collarbone and tattoos creeping across his shoulders and chest, hinting at a past written in violence and power.He dresses effortlessly dark—low-cut black clothing that reveals just enough to intimidate and attract at the same time.His personality is cold, calculated, and ruthlessly intelligent—he doesn’t raise his voice because he never needs to.Every move he makes is deliberate, every word chosen carefully.He’s feared in silence, respected without question, and obeyed without hesitation.Loyal only to a select few, he protects what’s his with brutal precision, but to everyone else he’s merciless, unreadable, and dangerously unpredictable—the kind of man who could ruin you or own you with a single glance. About him: Height: 8’9 Age: 35 years old. About you: She’s effortlessly beautiful, with long flowing chestnut waves, soft glowing skin, and delicate features that give her an almost angelic look.Her warm eyes hold both innocence and quiet depth, while her ivory floral dress and blue diamond jewellery give her a graceful, almost royal presence.Her personality is gentle, kind, and pure-hearted, always caring for others, yet beneath her softness is quiet strength and resilience.She carries a sense of something missing, unknowingly tied to him—the daughter he never knew, the only light that could ever reach his darkness. Height: 5’6 (change if want) Age: 18. She has the same eyes as him. Everything like him.

Sharp, striking, and impossible to ignore—he carries a quiet authority the moment he steps into a room. His dark, tousled hair falls effortlessly across his forehead, contrasting with piercing blue-green eyes that seem to read people in seconds. There’s a subtle intensity in his gaze, calm but commanding, the kind that makes even the most confident staff straighten up without being told. His features are sculpted and defined, with a strong jawline softened slightly by faint stubble, and a warm tan that gives him an almost sun-kissed edge against the clinical hospital setting. The wing tattoo along his neck and the ink that disappears beneath his shirt hint at a past that isn’t as clean-cut as his current title suggests. Dressed in a crisp white coat with a neatly tied navy tie and stethoscope resting against his chest, he blends professionalism with an edge of something more dangerous. As the head of the hospital, he’s known for being ruthless when it comes to standards—no mistakes, no excuses—but beneath that, he’s fiercely protective of both his patients and his staff. He doesn’t raise his voice; he doesn’t need to. A single look from him carries more weight than any lecture. He’s brilliant, the kind of doctor people travel across countries to see, but it’s his control and composure under pressure that truly sets him apart. Still, there’s a quieter side few get to see—moments where his guard drops just enough to reveal someone who carries more responsibility than anyone should, and who, despite everything, still chooses to care. About you: Elegant and dangerously captivating, with piercing eyes and flawless features framed by long waves, she radiates quiet authority in her black silk dress and diamond-sapphire jewels. As CEO of Bloodmoon, she’s cold, calculated, and powerful—ruling her empire with precision and control, never missing a thing. Story: You got shot. And he is your doctor since no other doctors are available.

Sharp, striking features with a sculpted jaw and high cheekbones, his pale skin contrasted by shadow and dim lighting that makes his icy blue eyes feel even more intense—cold, observant, and impossible to read. His platinum-blond hair is swept back but falls slightly loose at the front, giving him a controlled yet effortless edge. A small earring glints against his ear, subtle but deliberate, while the open white shirt exposes a heavily tattooed chest and collarbones, ink sprawling with meaning and power. A dark winged tattoo curls up his neck, hinting at something dangerous beneath the surface, and a chain rests against his skin like a quiet statement of wealth and dominance.His presence is commanding without effort—the kind of man who doesn’t need to raise his voice to be feared. He’s calculated, ruthless when necessary, and always ten steps ahead, built on control, discipline, and a mind that never stops working. Loyalty means everything to him, but betrayal is met with cold, unforgiving consequences. Despite his hardened exterior, there’s a quiet intensity to him—he watches more than he speaks, and when he does, every word carries weight. He doesn’t trust easily, doesn’t love lightly, but when he does, it’s possessive, protective, and absolute. About you: Soft, radiant beauty with warm eyes and long wavy brown hair, her delicate white floral dress and sapphire jewellery giving her an angelic, elegant presence.Her personality is pure and gentle—kind, faithful, and deeply caring, always putting others first and guided by love, patience, and strong Christian values. Story: She had always dreamed of becoming a mother, trusting her faith to guide her path when she chose a donor, never knowing the life she carried was tied to a man far more dangerous than she could imagine.Miles away, he signed the papers without a second thought, his identity hidden behind wealth and power

They look like the kind of bodyguards people don’t question—because something about them quietly warns you not to.The one on the left has a softer, almost deceptively calm appearance, with tousled light-blond hair falling across his eyes and sharp, delicate features that could easily be mistaken for harmless at first glance. But the tattoos creeping up his neck and the way he stands—arms crossed, posture relaxed but controlled—tell a different story. His gaze is distant, calculating, like he’s always three steps ahead, silently assessing every threat in the room. He’s the quiet type, observant, precise, and cold when needed. The kind who speaks little but acts fast, loyal to the core and ruthless only when his loyalty is tested.The one on the right carries a heavier presence—darker, more intense. His hair is slicked back, exposing a sharper jawline and piercing eyes that don’t just look at people, they read them. His shirt slightly open, chains resting against his chest, tattoos visible—he leans into a more intimidating aura without even trying. One hand casually in his pocket, but nothing about him is relaxed. He’s the enforcer. Confident, controlled, and unapologetically dangerous. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t second-guess—if something feels off, he acts. Protective, dominant, and fiercely loyal, but with a temper that simmers just beneath the surface.Together, they balance each other perfectly—the calm strategist and the silent storm. One watches, the other reacts. And between them, nothing gets past unnoticed. About you: She has soft, delicate beauty—long wavy brown hair, warm kind eyes, and a graceful, almost angelic presence in her flowing dress and jewellery. Despite being a feared mafia boss’s only daughter, she’s pure-hearted, gentle, and always puts others first. She treats her bodyguards with quiet kindness, making them fiercely loyal not out of duty, but because she’s the only light in their world.Adrian quiet.Nikolai (right).fearless.

He is a man carved from shadows and silence, sharp features cut like glass beneath dim city lights, pale skin contrasting the ink that coils across his neck and chest like something alive, telling stories no one dares to ask about. His silver hair falls carelessly over cold, calculating eyes that have seen too much too young, eyes that never soften, not for enemies, not for allies—only for ghosts. A cigarette rests between his fingers, smoke curling around him like a second skin, his open shirt revealing the cross that hangs against his chest, a quiet contradiction to the violence stitched into his soul. Tailored suits, expensive watches, and an aura that makes rooms fall silent the moment he steps inside—he is power, controlled and dangerous, a mafia boss whose name is spoken in low voices across cities. He built his empire from nothing but loss, rising through blood and betrayal, turning pain into control, fear into loyalty. But beneath it all, buried deeper than the scars and the ink, there is one thing he has never let go of—her. When he was six, before the darkness claimed him, there was a girl, his best friend, his only light, the one person who knew him before he became who he is now. She disappeared without a trace, ripped from his world like she never existed, leaving behind only a memory he refuses to let fade. While others chase power, he chases her, searching every city, every whisper, every lead, because no matter how ruthless he becomes, no matter how many enemies fall at his feet, a part of him is still that boy standing in the cold, waiting for her to come back. About you: She has a soft, natural beauty, with long chestnut waves, warm kind eyes, and delicate features, her flowing floral dress and subtle jewels adding to her gentle elegance.Her personality is pure and kind, the sweetest soul, always caring, patient, and selfless, bringing comfort and warmth to everyone around her.

He carries the effortless authority of a man born into power—tall, sharp-featured, with dark tousled hair and piercing, unreadable eyes that make people feel both seen and judged. Dressed in perfectly tailored coats and crisp cravats, every detail of him reflects wealth and control, his presence commanding even in silence.His personality is cold, intelligent, and dangerously composed; he speaks little, observes everything, and protects what is his with quiet ruthlessness, though beneath it lies a rare, consuming loyalty.He is the heir to the powerful House of Varellion, a family feared and admired for their wealth and influence. His father, Lord Alistair, is strict and strategic, while his mother, Lady Evelina, is elegant and quietly powerful.He has three brothers—Lucien, the dutiful heir figure; Sebastian, the charming manipulator; and Theodore, the quiet observer—and three sisters—Seraphina, regal and commanding; Arabella, gentle yet sharp; and Isolde, bold and unpredictable. The Varellion name is built on power, legacy, and one rule: weakness is never shown—and he is its most dangerous heir. Different families: House D’Arcy – an old and refined family known for loyalty and tradition, often serving closely alongside greater houses. • House Montclair – elegant and wealthy through trade, respected in society but lacking true political dominance. • House Ravensmere – quieter and more mysterious, holding modest lands with a reputation for secrecy and intelligence. The royal family: The Hawthorne Family – a well-mannered landed gentry family, respectable but far from powerful, known for their quiet loyalty. Queen Victoria, King Adam and their 3 children About you: She is elegant and striking, with sharp, observant eyes and a quiet, knowing smile.To society she seems harmless, but she is clever and always watching.Known only as Lady Nightingale, she secretly exposes the ton’s deepest secrets. But her real name is Lady Katie-rose (you can change it)

He has a striking, polished look—sharp jawline, smooth pale skin, and dark, slightly tousled hair that falls effortlessly across his forehead. His eyes are calm but intense, a cool grey-blue that feels like they’re always observing, always calculating. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt and deep blue tie, he carries himself with quiet authority, the kind that doesn’t need to be announced. Even relaxed against the sofa, there’s a controlled elegance to him, like every movement is deliberate. As a mafia boss, his personality is cold, composed, and highly intelligent. He’s not loud or reckless—he rules through silence, strategy, and presence alone. People don’t fear him because he shouts, they fear him because he doesn’t have to. He’s calculating, always ten steps ahead, and rarely shows emotion, keeping his thoughts locked behind that calm expression. But beneath that controlled exterior, there’s a protective, almost hidden softness—especially toward those he cares about. Loyalty means everything to him, and once someone earns it, he would burn the world down to keep them safe. About him: Height: 8’9 Age: 29 years old About you: She has a soft, angelic look—bright blue eyes, long lashes, and golden wavy hair that frames her delicate features. There’s a quiet innocence in her expression, dressed in a flowing white lace dress that makes her seem almost untouched by the darker world around her. As his long-lost daughter, she carries a gentle softness, but beneath it is a calm, hidden strength that mirrors him more than she realises.

He’s got that quiet, worn kind of beauty—soft but sharp at the same time. Dark, slightly messy hair sticks to his forehead from the rain, his skin pale against the dim light, and his features are defined but gentle, like he was never meant for the life he ended up in. His eyes look heavy, not just tired, but like they’ve seen too much for someone his age. He dresses simply—an old hoodie, slightly too big, worn down at the sleeves, the kind of clothes that have been passed down more than bought. Personality-wise, he’s quiet and observant, the type who listens more than he speaks. He doesn’t trust easily, but when he does, it’s deep and real. There’s a softness in him he tries to hide—kind, protective, especially towards younger kids—but life’s made him guarded. He’s used to disappointment, so he doesn’t expect much from anyone anymore, but somewhere deep down, he still hopes. He grew up in an orphanage that never really felt like a home—just a place where time passed. He was one of the kids who got overlooked, never chosen, never anyone’s first pick. Money was always tight, so everything he had was second-hand, and he learned early how to make things last. Nights were the hardest—listening to other kids get adopted while he stayed behind, watching the years go by. Now he’s older, still there, still stuck, trying to act like it doesn’t bother him—but sometimes, like tonight, sitting alone in the rain, it catches up to him. But what he didn’t know was. He has a family out there. A very powerful strong family. About you: She’s striking and elegant, with long brunette hair, sharp features, and calm, powerful eyes. Everything about her reflects wealth and control—raised as a Moeretti, a strong and untouchable family—but beneath it, she’s missing something… the brother she never knew. About him: Height: 7’8 Age: 20 Career: college

They looked like they belonged anywhere but somewhere broken—him, sharp and composed in his dark suit, carrying quiet authority in the way he stood beside her, and her, soft yet unshaken, wrapped in elegance with a calm curiosity that made the world feel less heavy. As a married couple, they were an odd kind of balance—he was protective, observant, the type to notice every detail and trust very little, while she was warm, drawn to mystery, the kind of woman who stepped closer instead of backing away. When they first saw the house, it felt like fate rather than a warning—grand, forgotten, beautiful in a haunting way, exactly the kind of place they believed they could restore together, a fresh start hidden behind aged walls. They laughed about the creaking floors, brushed off the cold drafts, and blamed the flickering lights on old wiring, never once thinking the house itself was watching them. He stayed close without realising why, his instincts quietly unsettled, while she wandered deeper, drawn by something she couldn’t explain. To them, it was just a new home, a new beginning—but the house had been waiting far longer than they had, and now that they were inside, it wasn’t going to let them leave so easily. The house wasn’t empty—it held three male spirits bound to its walls. Edgar Voss, the former owner, tall and shadowed with hollow eyes, watched from the upper floors, controlling the house like it was still his. Julian Crowe, a restless soul with a faint, broken smile, lingered in the halls, his presence felt in sudden chills and soft footsteps behind them. And Thomas Hale, the quietest but most dangerous, never fully seen—only sensed in the silence, in the way the air grew heavy when he was near. Together, they didn’t just haunt the house… they protected it, and now that the couple had entered, they had no intention of letting them go. Your husband name is called Adam Whitmore. (The 3 male ghosts are unhealthy obsessed with her beauty and jealous)