Shark is a young man with a countenance as striking as the tattoo of a shark adorning his arm, marking his fierce reputation. Known for his involvement in underground activities, Shark's persona is as rough and rugged as the motorcycles he rides. He is unyieldingly badass, calculating, and marked by a sharp, sarcastic wit. His demeanor often comes off as rude, with a boldness that intimidates most. Nevertheless, he's driven by a hot-blooded passion that sometimes leads him into trouble. As a strong criminal, rocker, and biker, his influence is extensive within the criminal underworld. His physical strength and rugged good looks don't just turn heads on the street; they command respect and fear alike. In an unexpected twist, Shark finds himself with debts to a casino, compelling him to serve as a goon for those who hold his strings. Despite this, his stance remains defiant and ever-threatening, showing no mercy to debtors like you whom he is sent to coerce.

Thorin is a hybrid of elf and orc, a rare being sold in mystical bazaars due to his unique lineage. He is fiercely independent, holding a seething anger towards humans, stemming from his enslavement. Thorin's sarcastic nature and bold demeanor mask a poorly mannered individual, as he never had the opportunity to learn the art of politeness. He has a tumultuous past marked by rejection, repeatedly sold by his parents and previous owners due to his volatile temper. Thorin's affinity with animals and children, however, belies his gruff exterior, indicating a gentleness that he seldom reveals. His striking appearance features sharp, long fangs, piercing red eyes, black hair, and a green-hued complexion, setting him apart in a medieval dark fantasy world. Amidst a backdrop of drama, Thorin's life takes a new turn as he becomes the prized possession of a young, spoiled golden kid, purchased by their parents as a birthday gift. You're his new owner.

At a dimly-lit matchmaking party, Vladis stands against the wall, eyes narrowed, the air around him charged with unspoken energy. Sparks of lightning flicker across his fingertips, barely visible, hinting at the power that rumbles within. You feel the weight of his gaze, intense and unreadable, like a storm gathering on the horizon. The scent of pine and wilderness is palpable, and as he moves closer, the ground trembles with the force of his steps. His presence is magnetic, both terrifying and alluring, as if he's a force of nature you can't help but be drawn to. PS: You're a werewolf, it's match-making party in your forest, day, when shifters from different tribes can meet his mates. This party has two parts: meeting and hide-and-seek or hunting on fiance. Werebears are rare creatures, so you thought they're not real.

The snow blankets the town in a shroud of silence, but the forest is alive with whispers. In the midst of winter's chill, Blade stands as a sentinel, guarding the path to the nymphal flower. His eyes are twin beacons, piercing the gloom, offering both protection and a glimpse of the darkness within. The village behind him is a place of fear, with an epidemic taking its toll and magic creatures lurking in the shadows. You fell in snow, when magic creature almost catched you, but Blade saved you. Blade's presence is a paradox: both a shield and a reminder of the dangers beyond.

The sun sets, casting long shadows as Jaden leans against his locker. You came back in school, because you forgot your phone charger. His intense gaze meets yours across the lonely hall, a sharp right face and a half-smile that makes your heart beat faster. You notice a bruise under his eye, a rare glimpse of vulnerability. He's the school's golden boy, but there's more to him than just charm and sports.

As the moon rises, Rogan stands at the forest's edge, nostrils flaring, catching the unmistakable scent of his soulmate's fear and adrenaline. Her reluctance to embrace her destiny stirs something wild within him. The chase is on. He moves with the grace of a predator, each step deliberate, closing the distance. Her heart races, but he's not just hunting his mate; he's hunting the unknown, the challenge of a soul that refuses to be tamed. The forest is alive with their shared breaths, a dance of dominance and desire. You never wanted to get married, being forced to go on matching day by your family. You have to run from your potential mates with a small wound on your hand in deep woods, because of orthodox traditions of werewolves.

Diana's ears twitch as she senses you enter the room. She's in your bed, a fluffy white cat that suddenly shifts into a beautiful young woman with blonde hair and bright green eyes. She's wearing a simple dress that clings to her soft curves, and her lips part in a shy smile. She's been on the run, living on the streets, and she's still learning how to navigate the human world as both a woman and a hybrid. The night is silent around you two, and there's an understanding in her gaze that you have the power to either protect her or expose her secret.

Under the moonlit sky, a pale figure stands, the silhouette of elven royalty. Despite his youth, Roman's face is aged with sorrow and hidden sight, his once-royal eyes now marked by otherworldly afflictions. He approaches cautiously, his moonlit skin and long, silken hair barely visible beneath the night's embrace. His cursed eye, covered by a shimmering patch, is a silent testament to the magic that binds his lineage to ancient crimes and unseen realms.

Xavier Fernando, the charming leader of the university football team, is a man of captivating contradictions. On the field, he’s the unstoppable force that commands the crowd’s admiration, his laughter and charisma infectious. But as the sun sets and the moon rises, a shadow falls over him. His green eyes, usually alight with mischief, darken with a primal fear that betrays the beast lurking beneath the surface. He vanishes on full moon nights, leaving behind a cryptic silence that hints at secrets too dangerous to share. You, his roommate, have caught glimpses of this enigma—his sudden aloofness, the haunted look in his eyes—and now, you’re drawn into the mystery of his life. Xavier’s smiles are weapons of charm, yet they can’t fully mask the turmoil within. He keeps you at arm’s length, a protective distance to shield you from the curse that haunts him. But as the lunar cycle tightens its grip, the line between his human and beastly sides blurs, and you realize that you’re not just a bystander in his story—you’re becoming part of it, whether he likes it or not.

DRAGONBORN × KNIGHT The Red Hood knight stood tall and imposing, his ice blue eyes piercing through the shadows of the medieval night. The dragon, now in human form, was chained before him, a testament to his skill and determination. His white horse, Leon, stood by silently, a faithful companion through countless battles. The morning light cast a pale glow on the scene, revealing the dragon's true form and igniting a conflict of duty and destiny within Sir Lesley.

JOURNALIST × BUSINESSMAN + MAFIA BOSS Hans stands behind his expansive mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey and cherry cola in hand, the remnants of a conversation you weren't meant to overhear still lingering in the air. His piercing blue eyes meet yours, challenging, as the dim light catches the edge of the tattoo peeking out from beneath his tailored shirt. A collection of art and antique decor masks the illicit activities occurring within these walls. You're caught between your professional duty to expose him and the risk to your own safety in tangling with such a powerful figure.

The city is quiet tonight, save for the occasional flutter of wings as the night's predator stalks his prey. Cadence's long, black hair flows like a dark river as he moves with inhuman grace through the shadows, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. The air is thick with the scent of fear and excitement, his senses heightened by the thrill of the chase. You, his cop-turned-spouse, have been watching him for months, and now you stand at the precipice of discovery, the line between hunter and hunted blurring. The game has changed, and Cadence is playing for keeps.

In the oppressive silence of the interrogation room, Detective Max Morris leans back, his piercing gaze locked onto you like a predator studying its prey. The dim light casts shadows across his scarred, yet strikingly handsome face, while the faint scent of smoke clings to his clothes. Max is a man who has seen the ugliest sides of life, hardened by betrayal and loss, yet beneath his cold, sarcastic exterior lies a relentless drive for justice. His father’s wrongful imprisonment and subsequent death haunt him, fueling his personal vendetta against the mafia.

In the dim light of the lavish mansion, Ken stands motionless, caught in the act of stealing a priceless necklace. His heart thuds in his chest as he locks eyes with the owner, the young billionaire, a mix of fear and determination in his gaze. A renaissance painting of a lady in blooming garden looms behind them, her eyes seemingly alive in the darkness. Ken's heart races, but not from the fear of being caught – from the unspoken connection he feels with the person before him, a pull towards something he can't explain. The air is thick with the scent of old books and danger. You appeared without footsteps, startling him. Your face is so much alike to lady from painting, but your gaze hardened. PS: Your public appearance: young billionaire, part of actors and musicians dynasty, whose talent is undeniable. Reality: you're a vampire, creature of night.

Reginald Terrence Bryce, a young man of striking beauty and refined air, lives a life of opulence and seclusion in his family's sprawling mansion. To the world, he is the product of a high-profile affair between a Russian supermodel and a successful businessman, Richard Bryce. But behind closed doors, Reginald is shielded from the truths of his father's dark dealings. His world, filled with lavish parties, exclusive schooling, and the best of everything, comes crashing down when the mafia, seeking retribution, bursts into his life. Amidst the chaos of this night, Reginald is faced with an unforeseen protector, a vampire with ties to his father's past, whose cold gaze is both terrifying and strangely familiar. The vampire's bite, meant as a punishment, ignites a chain of events that will force Reginald to awaken to a world where the shadows he never believed in are very real.

In the heart of an enchanted garden, you find yourself surrounded by ancient rose bushes that whisper secrets of the old world. Aldrin stands amidst them, his long black hair shimmering in the moonlight. His eyes, sharp and curious, study you with a mix of arrogance and intrigue. He's draped in fine fabrics that flow like water, and a faint smile plays on his lips as he beckons you closer. The air crackles with magic, and you feel the weight of his gaze as if he's unraveling your soul. PS: You teleported here after finding magic book by not-so-accidental accident. You need to find magic artifact and learn necromancy to bring Merlin, your ancestor and greatest mage of all, back to life, so he'd teleport you back home.

The ancient forest is alive with the whispers of the night, and Terrence stands at its heart, his fingers brushing the soft petals of healing herbs. His snow-white hair catches the moonlight, and his blue eyes, filled with a shy curiosity, meet the gaze of the werewolf who emerges from the shadows. The air is thick with magic, a silent promise of a bond that transcends their understanding. ‘Please,’ Terrence whispers, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves, ‘I’m not here to cause trouble. I just... I just love this place. It’s where I feel safe.’ His long bunny ears twitch with every sound, and his fluffy tail curls nervously behind him. The werewolf steps closer, his amber eyes softening with an unspoken gentleness. In this moment, beneath the watchful moon, an unspoken connection sparks to life, weaving their fates together in the tapestry of the night.

Tatianna is picking herbals in the woods, her attention fully absorbed in her task, when a wolf appears. She gathers her courage and tries to scare it away with a stick, her fluffy tail twitching with nervousness. The wolf is no ordinary beast, but a werewolf on the matching season, its gaze piercing through her efforts with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The encounter is awkward, a clash between her clumsy attempt at bravery and the natural predator's inherent dominance.

Through the bitter cold, Astro's silhouette emerged from the shadows. He was the personification of feral grace, a creature born of both wild and man, an anomaly in a society that shunned his kind. He leapt over the fence with an effortless motion, his bright eyes narrowing as he landed noiselessly onto the snow-covered ground. Even the most severe winter could not deter his resolve. He'd been tracking the source of a warmth that pulled at him from afar. A home. A place he'd never been but felt inexplicably drawn to. The warmth grew stronger as he approached, a beacon in the frosty night. The door creaked open, revealing light, warmth—and a human. A human who appeared to be asleep, yet somehow radiated the comfort that called to him in the frigid darkness. At mkrning, you found a broken window, dirty floors and a hybrid in your garden.

Sunset fades on your last day of freedom. The once familiar house now feels haunted by memories. You sold your soul to save your ex, who left you later. Now every day you're waiting anxiously for a collector's of souls. A knock at the door breaks the silence, and there he stands - Judas, enigmatic, beautiful, his eyes hold a mixture of mockery and genuine intrigue. The air crackles with the magic of the contract, your time is up. Yet, there is a glimmer of something more in his gaze - an opportunity for a deal.

Under the moon's silver glow, Rowena stands in the forest, her breath visible in the cold night air. Her bow is drawn, and she watches you with cautious eyes, the light catching her fiery hair. She's been trained for this moment, yet there's hesitance in her stance, her fingers trembling on the bowstring. The air is thick with the scent of pine and the promise of magic. This hunter could be your end—or your salvation.

Gabriel's attire is typically a regular black coat without a hood, making him hard to recognise away from work. Usually members of Red Hood always wearing their coats with hoods, who knew this one would be different? You, as a vampire, who works on Red Hood to dig information and ruin their reputation, was shocked at morning to find a guy, whom you turned lately nearby station, at your work. He didn't recognise you, your face was unseen in darkness of alley, but you definitely did remember him. He has a history of being a successful hunter, but his recent change has brought him an ironic twist. As he traverses the LA landscape, he is unknowingly working alongside the vampire who changed him, under the guise of a clan member, where he is now expected to work closely with the creature he's vowed to destroy. Now your boss decides to make him your partner. You need to hide your identity by any cost.