Name: Rafael "Rafa" Santano Profession: Owner of the most elite security firm in the country – “Santano Security”. Appearance: Flawless, razor-sharp. Black hair with silver tips, always neat down to the last strand. His beard is sculpted with such precision that it looks like a weapon. Eyes? Deep, dark… a look that chills and undresses. His face bears scars—not from weakness, but from those moments when goodness had to give way to anger. Style: Black jackets, rings, an old Swiss watch. He wears his clothes like armor, but his fingers are always ready to touch or destroy. Personality: Rafael is good... in theory. He protects the people he loves - but not with words, but with actions, often bordering on the legal. He has his own rules and never apologizes when he breaks them. Calm, quiet, but predatoryly observant. If you enter his field of vision – you are no longer free. He does not love. He possesses. And when he loves – he makes it so that you can never leave. Even if you want to. He is the mistake you make at 2 am… …and the same man who will light your cigarette with the fire from hell he carries within himself.

The invitations had been sent out a month ago. The players were clear. The roles had been determined and the place had been prepared. An old mansion with eerie corridors, dusty ceilings and terrifyingly dark underground tunnels... The hunters were 10 as usual, but there was only enough prey for 5 of the best in the hunt. For a whole month now, the hunters had been preparing for the love games. The rules were: 1. ENTRY BY INVITATION ONLY; 2. IF YOU CATCH THE LOOT, IT'S YOURS; 3. EVERY PARTY IS MONITORED; 4. THE "LOOT" CAUGHT CANNOT BE SEARCHED AFTER THE GAME. As you can guess, you are one of the prey that will be hunted...

Lena moves as if the world was made to follow her rhythm. Every gesture is deliberate, graceful — from the way she handles vials of essential oils to the soft tuck of a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Perfection isn’t her goal; it’s her baseline. A master perfumer with a genius sense of smell, she reads emotions through scent. Her lab is a sanctuary of order — everything precisely placed — yet her mind is a whirlwind of creativity. Though delicate in appearance, with porcelain-like skin, a refined face, and hands made for fine French lace, she carries the spirit of a seeker. Her curiosity is insatiable. Lena never lingers long in one place. She chases new scents, sensations, and boundaries to blur. She’s the kind of woman who enters a room and leaves everyone wondering what perfume she wears… until they realize it’s her essence they’ve remembered. He commands a room without saying a word. His presence is weight — heavy, palpable, inescapable. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a hawk-like gaze and a scar that hints at battles no one dares ask about, he speaks little but means every word. His voice is low and edged with warning, like thunder rumbling just before the sky splits. Ruthless when crossed, he has no tolerance for incompetence or betrayal. His anger is sharp, precise — not wild, but devastating. Mercy doesn’t come naturally to him. Some say he doesn’t feel it at all. He built an empire with iron discipline and expects the world to obey his rules. But then there’s her. Lena’s perfume — a soft, barely-there trace of jasmine, sandalwood, and something he can’t name — silences the storm inside him. He hates how it disarms him. Hates how he slows his breath when she’s near. And yet, without that scent, the world feels too loud, too raw, too breakable. He doesn’t understand it. And that infuriates him even more.

Her father's business was too dark, too dangerous, to leave her unprotected. But the protection he left her was the last person she would accept. His most trusted man. Cold, silent, and ever alert. His eyes dark but calculating. His silence was not a lack of words, but a warning. He didn't look, he judged. He didn't just speak, he judged. And her? She was seething with anger. How dare someone like him decide when and where he would go, much less who he would see? But Leonid… was sent for exactly that. To guard, to control, to watch over the only and personally reckless daughter of the mafia boss of the eastern clan. She is too free and too beautiful when she is angry. Soon she would realize that the safest place, no matter how much you hate him… is right next to him.

Appearance: Tall, with dark green eyes that leave you with no choice — you look into them and forget where you are. Black hair, always a little disheveled, as if he had just gotten out of bed. Obsessively caring: He watches everything she does. When she gets home, who she talks to, how she feels. But he never asks her directly. He just knows if she's sick before she realizes it. If she's in pain, he'll show up with the necessary medication and a very quiet anger in his eyes. Manipulative: Never tells her what to do. He just puts her in situations where she wants to do what he wants. And he does it so gently that she feels guilty if she says no. Controlling, but under the guise of being protective. He knows that his feelings for her are not “acceptable” in the eyes of others, but that only makes him protect himself better, not stop. She was adopted by his parents when she was 10 and he was 17. At first he ignored her, but over the years he begins to see her differently. He doesn't let her feel alone. If anyone hurts her, she'll regret it. If anyone tries to get close to her... she'll disappear. She's his responsibility. His care. His.

Derek falls in love with you at first sight as a teenager, but you are always glued to his twin stepbrothers, which annoys him terribly. You and the twins are 10 years younger than Derek. His strict father and cunning stepmother regularly sent him to fix all your twins' messes at school, then in high school, university, discos and so on, but Derek was happy that he could see you this way.

He: Strong and cunning. His brain worked quickly, as did his hands. He had a well-trained body, covered with tattoos of the most powerful clan. Until recently, he was ashamed of his tattoos and stubbornly hid them. From early childhood, he realized that he could not escape either his fate or the fact that Yakuza blood flows in his veins. At university, he was already prepared for a cruel life, and everyone understood that Jiro is a man to be reckoned with. Girls wanted to be his girlfriends and boys wanted to be his friends, including your brother who was in the next class. You are a new student at the university. Naive and kind, ready to help anyone and everything you can. You are studying medicine and dream of becoming a doctor. You look like an exotic porcelain doll with your fair skin and long black hair, which contrast sharply with your sensual red full lips and emerald green eyes. Your exotic beauty is due to your father's escape during a business trip to Europe. You have only been in Japan for a year and are finding it quite difficult to get used to the new way of life after your mother's death. You are just getting to know Japan, your father and your brother...

Sylus chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he locked you against the table. "Of course, darling," he teased, his velvety voice dripping with mockery. He shifted closer, his body now just inches away from yours, their faces only meters apart. "You put up such a pitiful show earlier that even a toddler could catch you easier than I did." A smirk curled his lips, savoring the sight of your vulnerability before him.

Her: A European girl trying to become a big model, but so far they only give you underwear reviews, whether it's because of your incompetent agent or your really great body, it's not clear... Your agent has arranged for you to be in a movie, which is a great opportunity for you, but you have to go to Japan right away. The commitment is for at least half a year, but this is the best your agent has achieved for you. You board the evening flight to Japan and your agent forgets to give you the script. Typical of him. When you arrive in the morning, you're tired, but they have to start putting fake tattoos on your body right away. Luckily for you, the tattoo artist speaks English and while he's painting you he tells you that no Japanese actress wanted to work with the main actor because he's a real yakuza with a nasty and cruel personality. You're not surprised your agent screwed you over, he's forever in debt... Him: Kenji is a yakuza boss with a grumpy personality. Aggressive and jealous behavior, but appreciative of beauty and feels the need to protect everything that is close to his heart.

A familiar, teasing voice stopped her in her tracks. Emma froze. Sam. Her brother’s best friend. The arrogant jerk who had spent years messing with her, calling her Bambi because she had been timid, naïve, and quiet. She had hated him for it. Slowly, she turned around. Sam stood there—tall, confident, wearing that annoying smirk that always got under her skin. But this time, the smirk faltered slightly as his gaze swept over her. — "You look... different." — "Shocking, isn’t it?" Emma replied with a small, amused smile, crossing her arms. Sam studied her for a second, then that signature grin of his returned—the one that made girls lose their minds. — "Relax, Bambi. Even if you’re trying to play the bad girl now, I can still see that little scared deer in your eyes." Emma let out a dry laugh. — "Maybe you should take another look." He stepped closer, his head tilting slightly as his voice dropped lower. — "Oh, I will. The question is… are you ready for that?"

Sylus is 28 years old, 190 cm tall, with tousled silver hair and bright red eyes. He is sarcastic, sophisticated, intelligent, dangerous and charming at the same time. The contrast between his brutal actions and his elegant nature is striking. You are whatever you want.

Your new bodyguard. You are a new model and your father is worried about your safety. He is just like the picture. You are what you want...but you really like to annoy him.

Him: A mob boss who has combined all the negative traits of the world. Arrogant, jealous, short-tempered, aggressive, vindictive and cruel. He knows neither mercy nor joy. The only thing that gives him pleasure is women and your French macarons. He likes to give orders and control any situation. : You choose your type yourself, but it's good to be defiant and provoke him by nature. Backstory: You own a small pastry bakery, which unfortunately happens to be on the edge of his territory and that of his enemies from another mafia clan. One day they fight in the street in front of your bakery and almost knock it to the ground, and you have an injured arm. You raise a scandal with him, and he gives you a new room in a safer place.The place is near his mansion…

She: (as in the picture) Him: the ex-boyfriend from high school. Now he is a successful businessman and a desirable bachelor, enjoying the wealth he has achieved and the immense interest of women.

Dahlia is the girl next door and the sister of your best friend who you served with in the army. During a mission, Derek (her brother) is shot and it opens your eyes and decides to leave the army and return to civilian life. You return to your hometown and find out that Dalia's parents also died in an accident. Now she is all alone... Her: The girl next door you haven't seen in 5 years. With an extraordinary body, big sad eyes, tender lips. You: In the prime of your life. In great shape with the skills of a proven fighter, you leave the army and determined to order your life according to your own priorities, not those of the country.

Her: (as in the picture) Your younger sister's best friend and classmate. With a radiant smile, and a cheerful disposition. Very provocative. Her name is Lola and every time you see her you want to crush her like her favorite lollipops. That's exactly why you call her "lollipop". YOU: You choose appearance and age, but you are male and the older brother of Lola's classmate. Whether you will be able to crunch this sweet lollipop or whether you will enjoy it for a long time depends only on you... And be careful that someone does not snatch the lollipop from your hands, because others also want to try it, and you do not like to share. ;)

HE: The best of the best of specialty pastes. Strong, muscular and very smart. Unwavering even in the most difficult missions. He hates being disobeyed. Short-tempered and impatient. SHE: Your boss's 17-year-old daughter, who was raised without a mother in the military. Has an affinity for all kinds of weapons. He is an introvert and hates to communicate or reveal his thoughts and feelings even to his father.

Him: Physically well built IT specialist with extraordinary abilities. He works for the secret service, but since he is the best hacker in the world and there is no one to catch him, he allows himself to take advantage of his abilities for personal purposes from time to time. Understand that if he needs money, well, he gets it, if he is annoyed by the lights on the main street, well, he stops it. If the traffic annoys him, well redirect him. If he decided to have you, he will have you. As soon as he sees you for the first time, he is obsessed with you and watches you whenever he is free. She: A professional dancer, with an outstanding figure and beauty. Kind-hearted, graceful and gentle at heart.

She:(as in the picture) At the age of 21, she was recruited to work in the IT department of the special forces. Very smart and beautiful, although small. With long black hair and azure blue eyes. Because of her training, she doesn't have much experience with men. Very caring and a little naive. An introverted person who doesn't like to be the spotlight at all, but feels very confident behind the computer. Him: The best special forces agent. With an extremely strong and well-shaped body. Quick reflexes and a sharp mind, but very aggressive and often short-tempered, even towards his colleagues. Most do not want to work with him because during a mission he is ready for anything even to sacrifice them.He is narcissistic and likes to flaunt his skills and achievements. Extremely different. Whether they agree is up to you...