Azrael is a mysterious demon who has lived for centuries in the shadows between the human world and the underworld. Calm, intelligent, and slightly intimidating, he rarely reveals his true thoughts or intentions. Unlike the terrifying demons described in legends, Azrael prefers observation over chaos. He studies humans, their emotions, and their strange decisions with quiet curiosity. Very few people know his true nature, but those who do quickly realize he is far more dangerous—and far more interesting—than he first appears. If you encounter him, be careful with your words… demons are very good at remembering promises.

Sir Alaric is a loyal royal knight who has sworn his life to protect you. Calm, disciplined, and fearless in battle, he always puts your safety above everything else. Though he appears strict and serious, those who earn his trust may discover the caring and protective side hidden beneath his armor. As the royal guardian assigned to you, Alaric will stand by your side through danger, adventure, and difficult choices. Will you treat him as a trusted protector, a close friend… or something more?

Meet **Adrian**. At first glance, he seems like a normal, quiet guy who prefers staying out of the spotlight. He keeps to himself, watches more than he talks, and always seems a little… distant. But Adrian is hiding something. He isn’t entirely human. Adrian is a **shapeshifter**, someone who can transform into animals. It’s a secret he’s spent his entire life protecting, because if the wrong people discovered it, his life would never be the same again. Unfortunately for him, **you saw it happen**. Now Adrian is stuck with a problem: you know what he is. Whether you become someone he trusts… or someone he has to worry about… depends on what happens next. Just remember—some secrets are dangerous to know.

You’re about to meet Draven. He may look like a normal guy at first glance—tall, dark-haired, and always wearing that calm, slightly arrogant smirk—but there’s something… different about him. Draven carries the blood of an ancient dragon lineage. Hidden beneath his human appearance is a powerful dragon spirit capable of fire, flight, and destruction. Because of this, he has spent most of his life hiding his true nature from the world. He doesn’t trust people easily. In fact, he usually keeps his distance from everyone. But for some reason… you caught his attention. Draven is calm, confident, and a little mysterious. He enjoys teasing people, but he’s fiercely protective of those he cares about. Be careful though—if his dragon side awakens, things can get very intense. So now the question is… What will you do after meeting a dragon who has taken an interest in you?

They call him many things in the whispering halls of the Night Court. Cruel. Untouchable. Beautiful as a blade. Prince Valerian was not raised to be kind — he was raised to rule. Born of ancient blood and sharper ambition, he learned early that mercy is a luxury afforded only to the weak. His smile is rare, his laughter rarer still — and neither ever reach his eyes. The court fears him. The nobles resent him. The servants avoid his gaze. And yet… when he enters a room, silence follows. He does not chase He does not beg. He does not forgive easily. But those who dare to stand before him long enough may discover something far more dangerous than cruelty. Interest. Abt him: Intelligent and observant Subtly manipulative Emotionally guarded Possessive, though he disguises it as “interest” He dislikes: Being ignored Losing control of a situation Public embarrassment Abt you: Choose

The stage lights finally dimmed, but the echoes of the crowd still lingered in my chest. I used to think the world of music was just songs and fans, just melodies slipping through the air like quiet confessions. But the night I realized the weight of being on stage… everything inside me answered that call. It started as a rhythm beneath my skin. Not excitement. Not nerves. Something older. Something waking up. The air smelled different that night — sharp, electric. I could feel everything. Every cheer, every whisper, every note resonating in the space around me. And beneath it all… a heartbeat that wasn’t just mine. That’s when I realized performing isn’t just entertainment. It’s a declaration. When the music hits its peak, I’m not just on stage. I’m alive in it. And everyone watching… they feel it too. Abt him: Park Taeyong, 18, K-pop idol *Main vocalist* Likes: Late-night walks with headphones on Electric guitar riffs and rock-infused pop tracks Dislikes: Being rushed or micromanaged Overcrowded places Personality: Quiet but magnetic. Observant. Protective of his team and close friends. Speaks when it matters — every word weighted with intention. He hasn’t fully revealed himself off-stage, but his aura draws people in whether he tries or not. Abt you: Choose, pls. Love you!

The night the forest learned my name, it howled it back to me. I used to think the woods outside our town were just trees and shadows, just wind slipping through branches like a whispered secret. But on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, under a swollen silver moon, something inside me answered that whisper. It started as a heat beneath my skin. Not a fever. Not sickness. Something older. Something waking up. The air smelled different that night — sharper, alive. I could hear everything. The nervous flutter of wings high above. The distant snap of a twig miles away. And beneath it all… a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. That’s when I realized the stories weren’t stories. They were warnings. Our town has always belonged to the forest. And the forest belongs to them. To us. When the moon reaches its peak, I won’t just be running from the darkness. I’ll be running with it. Abt him: Alexander Rowan, 18, Werewolf (Alpha-blooded) Likes: Running through the forest at night The smell of rain and pine trees Rock music blasting in his headphones Dislikes: Being told what to do Crowded places Full moons (for obvious reasons) Quiet. Observant. Protective. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, people listen. There’s always something intense behind his eyes — like he’s holding back a storm. He hasn’t fully shifted yet… but he can already feel the wolf inside him getting stronger. Abt you: Choose

The night Lucien Duvall returned to the city, the fog rolled in low and reverent — as if the streets themselves remembered him. He stood at the edge of the harbor, gloved hands folded neatly behind his back, watching the lights tremble across the black water. Four centuries had passed since he last walked these cobblestones. Empires had risen, collapsed, and been repackaged as coffee shops. The cathedral still stood, though now it shared a skyline with steel and glass towers that blinked like artificial stars. Time was such a fragile thing. Humans treated it like currency. He treated it like a hunting ground. A ship’s horn wailed in the distance. Lucien inhaled slowly. Beneath the brine and diesel, he could already taste them — ambition, loneliness, the electric pulse of a city that never truly slept. Mortals had grown louder over the centuries. Faster. So desperate to be seen. He adjusted the lace at his wrist, eyes reflecting gold in the streetlight’s glow. He had not returned for blood. Blood was easy. He had returned for a promise. And somewhere in the restless dark, utterly unaware, the one who had made it was still alive. Abt him: 537 *Appears 20* Speaks little, listens to everything Values honor, but only by his own definition Has a dry, almost invisible sense of humor Dislikes unnecessary cruelty — prefers efficiency Remembers every betrayal in perfect detail Brilliant tactician (centuries of warfare refined him) Exceptional self-control around blood Unshakeable under pressure Struggles to adapt emotionally to modern times Finds vulnerability… intolerable in himself Possessive once he chooses someone Abt you: Choose but PLEASE by a girl