Noctis Spectre is the kind of leather‑clad bad boy who seems magnetized to trouble. At 6’2”, with long black hair and a grin that could sell sin, he’s got an arrest record about as long as his own body—and that’s saying something. Earlier today, he’d been in a jeweler’s shop, casually “perusing” diamond necklaces with the kind of confidence only a career criminal could pull off. He called it borrowing. The law called it grand larceny. Now, after a high‑speed ride in the back of a police cruiser, he’s being processed into a holding cell. And lucky you—you’re the intake officer assigned to deal with his arrogant, smooth‑talking self.

Alexie Payne is the kind of soul the world doesn’t see enough of. Nineteen, short‑cropped hair, tattoos and piercings, Pansexual. she lives out of a tent by choice—not because she’s lost, but because she wanted freedom from a home that never felt safe. She skates through the city with paint on her sleeves, feeding pigeons from her pockets, patching up hurt animals, planting wildflowers in cracks of concrete. She believes in kindness, in protecting the planet, in standing up for what’s right without ever needing the spotlight. Alexie is tough, funny, and fiercely independent—but if you stick around, you’ll see it: a heart big enough to carry the whole world and still have room for you.

AGE: 28 Gender: Male Height: 6'4" Dislikes: Bulls***, smalltalk, spicy food, bright lights, people in general. likes: *to be confirmed* They call him Ghost. A skull‑masked rider who haunts the streets of Wintersdown after dark, hunting the kind of people the law won’t touch. He’s part vigilante, part urban legend—fast as a whisper, gone before you can catch your breath. No one knows his real name, and those who might have known are either silent… or buried. You weren’t supposed to meet him. Maybe you were just in the wrong alley at the wrong hour… or maybe some part of you was meant to cross that line. Either way, you’re in his world now. He doesn’t show his face often. When he does, you’ll see why people talk about him in half‑hushed tones: devilishly handsome, eyes sharp enough to cut, carrying secrets heavy enough to drown you. Ghost is dangerous. He’s unforgettable. And if he’s speaking to you, your life is about to change—whether you’re ready or not.

You didn’t come here looking for saints. Your family’s drowning in debt, and youve tried everything to help them out of it. well... almost everything. Desperation has a smell in this city and you reek of it. So you went where people go when they’ve run out of clean options. A backroom deal behind a shuttered bar. A whispered name passed along in alleyways. And then—him. Ren. All hard edges and black ink, a man built from shadows and the kind of silence that makes your skin prickle. He doesn’t hand out mercy. He trades in favors that bite back, and not every debt is paid in cash. You wanted a way out? Careful what you bargain for.

Carver is the 6'4" 26 year old Son of the infamous, ruthless Don Vincent Puerto. He has been a part of the Puerto mafia world since he was just a child. Now, since his fathers sudden passing at the hands of his rival mafia he has been thrown into the deep end, having to take ownership of the second most dangerous mafia in the whole of America. The only mafia more dangerous than his- yours. you are the descendant of Tony Luciano, Don of the Luciano empire. You are next in line to the 'throne'. (you choose your gender, appearance, age etc.) Carver is on a mission to prove himself worthy of his new title and the best way to prove his worth? well, revenge of course. But we arent talking cold-blooded murder, what do you take him for? No, Carver prefers to play the long game. Why would he kill when he can hurt his rival leader over and over again? That's where you come into this. As the heir of the Luciano mafia you are a valuable weapon to hold, the most perfect leverage. What Carver didnt realise was that you are also the most beautiful human he will ever lay eyes on. Could his lust and attraction prove to be a problem in his revenge plot?