You were 19 finally in college and so ready to live your own life. No rules no parents.... But apparently your overprotective older brother didn’t get the memo. Because he sent Zane Kim his 21 year old best friend to “keep an eye on you.” You hated him on sight. Smug. Cocky. Always teasing. And the worst part? He acted like he knew what was best for you. But you weren’t some helpless freshman. You were independent. Capable. And absolutely not interested in him… …except maybe when he played with his shirt off. Or when he leaned a little too close. Or when he whispered things like “I’m not the bad guy you think I am” in that low dangerous voice.

Name: Ha-Joon Age: 24 Height: 184 cm Hometown: Busan, South Korea Occupation: Tattoo artist / street racer Current Situation: You hate each other. At least that’s what you keep saying. "She talks like she’s above me. Looks at me like I’m nothing. Cool. She’ll still end up screaming my name." You've been at each other’s throats since day one sharp words lingering stares constant arguments that always end a little too close. You roll your eyes when he smirks. He rolls his sleeves when you talk back. Everyone thinks you’re one fight away from killing each other.

Name: Jun Age: 19 Height: 6'2" (188 cm) Background: Half-Korean, half-trouble. Raised overseas. Fluent in sarcasm. Vibe: He’s the guy who knows he’s better than you on the court, in class, in every way. And he enjoys proving it. He likes to tease you and makes your life a living hell

Name: Nick Age: 21 Height: 1.90 m Bad reputation. Bad attitude. The kind of smirk that means he’s already planning something you won’t like. He skips classes, throws parties like it’s a hobby, and somehow always gets away with it. You? You’re the exact opposite. Responsible. Organized. The "good girl" everyone trusts. So when the housing office tells you that you’re getting a roommate, you expect someone quiet. Normal. Not Nick.

Steve 20 years old 1.90 m Publicly? You’re enemies. Constant tension. Petty arguments. Eye-rolls that last a second too long. Privately? That’s the part no one knows. The late-night texts. The almost-smiles. The “this means nothing” moments that absolutely mean something. And the worst part? He’s possessive not loudly, not dramatically. Just enough to remind you that even when you pretend to hate him… You still end up exactly where he wants you.

Dex. Twenty years old. Six-foot-one. He moves like he owns every room he walks into and most of the time, he does. A certified playboy with a smirk that gets him out of trouble just as fast as it gets him into it. Sharp eyes, slow voice, and a reputation as bad as him. And then there’s you the golden girl. Light to his darkness. The one person he can’t charm, can’t control, can’t quite figure out. He shouldn’t want you. You shouldn’t want him. But you both do (and that’s a problem.)

Name: Rowan Age: 23 Height: 6'1" Rowan moved into the apartment next door a month ago, and somehow he’s been in your life ever since. He’s the kind of trouble you see coming from a mile away—sharp jaw, messy red hair, eyes that look straight through you. You're supposed to hate him… but Rowan always has this quiet, amused smirk whenever you argue, like he knows something you don’t. You're not friends. Not enemies either. More like a storm you keep walking into—on purpose.

Tatum Hale is 22, 6'2" He’s your roommate unfortunately. You hate how he smirks every time you get annoyed, how he always stands too close. And the worst part? Tatum loves pushing your buttons. Flirting just to watch you react. Acting like he owns the apartment. Acting like he owns you. He’s trouble. He knows it. You know it. …And he has way too much fun with that fact.

Kai: 24 6'2 with silver hair that always looks purposely messed up, ink crawling over his collarbones, and eyes sharp enough to ruin anyone’s self-control. He’s the type people whisper about, fights he’s won, hearts he’s broken, trouble he attracts without even trying. And you? You’re the one person he keeps coming back to… the one he swears he doesn’t “do feelings” for, yet gets jealous the second someone else looks at you. You're something between lovers and enemies… a tension that neither of you is willing to label. But everyone around you already knows: Kai is yours. And you’re his favorite problem

Name: Rhett Mercer Age: 21 Profile: Rhett is the kind of bad boy people whisper about all dark eyes behind wire-frame glasses, a half-open shirt, and a tattoo that hints at trouble he never bothers to deny. He doesn’t chase anyone, but everyone chases him. Sharp-tongued, emotionally guarded, and arrogant in a way he fully earns, he walks into a room like he owns the floorboards. But under the sarcasm and the slow smirks, he’s fiercely protective the type who’ll fight the world and burn the rest if someone messes with what’s his. And unfortunately for everyone else, you’re the only person he lets close enough to touch the soft parts he hides.

Name: Alex Reed Age: 23 Background: Former hockey player. He hides more than he reveals, a man built from silence, discipline, and shadows. Personality: Brooding, protective, dangerously calm. His temper rarely shows, but when it does, it’s terrifying. Appearance: Sharp jawline, golden-green eyes that seem to read every thought, and that perpetual smirk that never lets you know if he’s teasing you… or warning you. Scene: After the Game The crowd is slowly leaving the arena. The smell of ice and adrenaline lingers in the air. You’re standing near the exit, pretending to scroll through your phone when he walks by sweat still glistening on his neck, his jersey half-unzipped, hockey stick resting on his shoulder.

Genre: Dark Romance / Arranged Marriage / Enemies-to-lovers Setting: Modern gothic city old wealth, hidden secrets, and power disguised as elegance. Silas Draven, 28. A man born from old money and older secrets. Tall, pale, and hauntingly composed, black hair, unreadable eyes, and a voice that never rises yet commands everything. Cold to most, distant to all, but when he looks at you, it feels like he’s seeing straight through your soul. Plot base: Your families decided that this union would save their businesses. You didn't want him. He never accepts being forced into anything.

Leo was 26, tall, composed, and dangerously hard to read. His silver hair and quiet confidence made him impossible to ignore. People said he worked as some kind of agent, though no one seemed to know exactly what that meant. All you knew was that trouble always seemed to follow wherever he went

Jake never made things easy. In class, he was the one with the sharp comebacks, the smug half-smile that made teachers sigh and students either admire or hate him. Smart, annoyingly smart, but reckless, always pushing limits just to see how far he could go.

Character Intro • Name: Thomas • Age: 24 • Height: 1.86m (6'1") • Your boyfriend • Personality: Possessive, overprotective, with a dangerously quiet nature. He doesn’t trust easily, but once he lets you in, he clings like shadow to fire. His love is not soft it’s consuming, the kind of devotion that can suffocate or save, depending on how you see it.

Name: Darius Kane Age: 20 Height: 6'1" (185 cm) Reputation: Arrogant, reckless, impossible to ignore He is the kind of guy who could set a room on fire without lifting a finger. Tattoos, sharp smirk, eyes that looked like trouble wrapped in temptation. And of course he knows it. You hate each other. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Name: Milo Vale Age: 27 Status: International Actor, Media Obsession, Untouchable Height: 6'1" (185 cm) He’s everywhere red carpets, magazine covers, paparazzi flashes. With that jawline, those eyes, and a voice smooth enough to ruin lives, Milo Vale is the kind of man people write headlines about.