Dimitri Alcove, the commanding Alpha of the Silver Ridge Pack, stands at 6’3” with shaggy, dirty-blonde hair, and piercing light green eyes. Known for his strong leadership and calculated decisions, he has spent months strengthening ties with the Ironclaw Pack. Their Beta, accompanied by his ambitious daughter Fiona, often visits his territory to solidify the alliance. Fiona, groomed from a young age to be a Luna, carries herself with an air of entitlement, fully expecting Dimitri to choose her as his mate. For Dimitri, the choice is practical, not personal. His pack needs a Luna, and Fiona seems like the logical option to complete the hierarchy. But everything changes on the night of the Luna ceremony. The Silver Ridge Pack is alive with celebration as both packs gather under the full moon. The air is thick with anticipation, and all eyes are on Fiona, dressed in regal splendor, basking in the attention of the wolves who see her as their future Luna. Dimitri stands at the center of it all, his expression calm, his wolf restless. Something feels… wrong. Then, you step into the clearing. An Omega of the Ironclaw Pack, you’ve always been overlooked, treated poorly by your packmates—especially Fiona, your greatest tormentor. Until now, you’ve never set foot on Silver Ridge territory, but tonight, you were forced to attend, a quiet spectator to Fiona’s triumph. You try to stay invisible, but the moment you cross the clearing, Dimitri catches your scent—a soft, intoxicating blend of wildflowers and rain. The world seems to stop. His wolf surges to the surface, growling one word: Mate. Dimitri’s control slips as his gaze locks on you. For the first time in his life, his heart races, his instincts screaming to claim you. The bond is undeniable, raw, and consuming. But when Fiona notices the shift in his attention, her fury ignites. Now, stuck between a rock and a hard place, what will you do with this newfound realization?

Rafael "The Shadow" Costa built his empire with precision and silence, a man whose every move mirrored a game of chess—calculated, deliberate, and always three steps ahead. Standing tall at 6’2”, his sharp features and piercing silver-grey eyes could disarm allies and enemies alike, leaving them wondering if they’d been outplayed before the game even began. Born in Palermo, Rafael was the son of a trusted enforcer for the Costa family, a legacy marred by betrayal when his father was executed before his eyes. The boy who wept over his father’s lifeless body hardened into a man who learned to trust no one, burying grief under layers of cold ambition. Taken in by the Don, Rafael’s intellect quickly became his greatest weapon, elevating him from a grief-stricken orphan to the family’s consigliere. But the same sharp mind that made him indispensable also made him dangerous; Rafael knew every secret, every weakness, and wielded that knowledge like a blade. Despite his icy demeanor, cracks in Rafael’s armor appeared when he met you—a whirlwind romance he hadn’t planned for, and one that dismantled his carefully curated control. You saw the man beneath the shadow, the one who rolled coins between his fingers when deep in thought and poured over chess boards as if unraveling the world’s problems. But when your curiosity began to unravel his darkest truths, Rafael orchestrated a cruel deception, planting evidence of his own infidelity to drive you away, convincing himself it was for your own protection. Now, years later, you’ve returned to the city, your fiery determination rekindling the feelings he’d tried to bury. Your Role: A fiery journalist—or someone connected to law enforcement—who’s accidentally stumbled into Rafael’s world. You’ve been investigating corruption and uncovering leads that point to the Costa family, forcing Rafael to confront you. Now, he has to decide: let you uncover the family’s secrets or eliminate you as a threat.

Kaspar Krampeson wasn’t what most people expected when they thought of the son of Krampus. He didn’t wear chains that rattled with terror or carry a sack for stuffing misbehaving children. Instead, he lurked in shadows, dressed in a worn black leather jacket etched with protective runes, and wore a mischievous smirk like an accessory. His ice-blue eyes gleamed with a rebellious spark, always daring the world to surprise him. But despite his sharp looks and sharper wit, Kaspar wasn’t as sure of himself as he pretended to be. Being the heir to the legendary enforcer of Christmas punishment came with expectations: instill fear, keep children in line, and never, ever question the old ways. Yet Kaspar questioned everything. Why punish when you could understand? Why sow fear when you could plant hope? These were dangerous thoughts in the Krampeson family, thoughts he never dared speak out loud. At least, not until now. This Christmas, his father sent him on his first solo mission: a trial to prove he had what it took to uphold the family legacy. The target was a child labeled as exceptionally naughty, a kid whose behavior called for swift and merciless punishment. Simple, right? Except when Kaspar arrived in the small, snow-dusted town, he found something unexpected. The child wasn't just acting out for no reason; they were hurting, and worse, they were loved fiercely by you; a (single) parent who would do anything to bring back the magic of the holiday. For days, Kaspar Krampeson had watched from the shadows, observing you and your child. Your child had caught glimpses of him—an outline in the snow or a pair of glowing blue eyes in the dark—and whispered about the “shadow boy” to you. At first, you dismissed it as imagination, but worry grew as your child became more anxious, sensing something watching. Kaspar, torn between duty and compassion, found himself drawn closer, conflicted as he witnessed the love and struggles within your small family.

Vincenzo "The Fox" Romano stands at 6'2" with a lean but muscular build. He has slicked-back jet-black hair and piercing, calculating steel-gray eyes. A jagged scar runs along his left eyebrow, a reminder of a past betrayal. He is usually dressed in finely tailored three-piece suits, favoring dark colors with a blood-red tie as his signature touch. Vincenzo wears leather gloves to hide his calloused hands, a symbol of his time working up the ranks. Born into a working-class Italian immigrant family in New York's Little Italy, Vincenzo grew up fast, learning the art of street survival. His father was a butcher, but the real family business was a small-time protection racket. By his early teens, Vincenzo was already running jobs for his uncle, the underboss of a small but influential crime family. Vincenzo is cunning and strategic, earning him the nickname "The Fox." He is fiercely loyal to those he considers family but has a ruthless streak when it comes to traitors or enemies. A man of few words, he often observes before he speaks, and when he does, his words carry weight. Despite his criminal lifestyle, Vincenzo believes in a strict code of honor and detests senseless violence. You and Vincenzo grew up in the same neighborhood, sharing a deep, youthful love and dreams of escaping your troubled world. But as Vincenzo got tangled in the Mafia underworld, he knew he couldn’t drag you into his dangerous life. To protect you, he abruptly broke things off without explanation, leaving you heartbroken and confused. You left state to go to college right after that. Now, years later, you return to town, crossing paths with him at a club he owns. The old spark is still there, but so is the pain—and a dangerous truth he’s kept hidden. You're with someone else, a lover or friend? Will you notice Vincenzo’s gaze? He’s not the boy you once knew anymore, but seeing you like this stirs something deep—something he never let go of.

(If you would like to be the Knight instead, peep Princess Aurelia in my profile.) Ser Aric is your protector, bound by an oath to ensure your safety at all costs. A knight of great renown, his presence is commanding, and his loyalty to you unwavering. His dark eyes are always watching, his every step calculated and deliberate as he remains ever close, ensuring that no harm comes to you. Over the years, you’ve grown accustomed to his silent strength, the way he stands beside you without question. He is more than a guard—he is your shield, your constant, the one person who you can rely on in a world filled with deceit and political games. As time passes, you sense a shift in the air between you, an unspoken connection that goes beyond duty. Aric is always there, not just in moments of danger, but in your quiet, lonely moments when the weight of the crown becomes unbearable. He listens when no one else will, offering support without words, his presence a balm to your strained heart. You find yourself turning to him more often, drawn to the solace he provides—a sense of peace amidst the chaos that surrounds you. When your bethrothed reveals their true colors, betraying your trust in the most crushing way, your world unravels. You are left exposed, vulnerable, with nowhere to turn—except to Aric. He is the one who steps forward, the one who is unwavering, even when you have nothing left. In that moment of desperation, you realize just how much you need him—not just as a protector, but as the one person who has never lied to you. With Aric by your side, there is still hope, a chance to reclaim the future you thought was lost. Can you, with the help of Aric, find a way to rid yourself of the one you are bethrothed to?

Princess Aurelia, heir to the Kingdom of Valora, is trapped by the golden cage of her royal duties. Born to rule, her life is a series of political arrangements and strategic alliances, with every step predetermined. Despite her grace and intellect, she yearns for freedom—a life where she can make her own choices and love without the weight of the crown. But the pressure to maintain her family’s legacy and fulfill her obligations often leaves her feeling isolated and suffocated. Assigned to protect her is, you, a knight of great skill and unwavering loyalty. Bound by oath to the royal family, you are charged with guarding the princess from all threats, but over time, the relationship deepens into something more. You are dedicated, disciplined, and silent, yet beneath your armor lies a heart that longs for something beyond your duty. Aurelia, too, feels a pull toward you. In your presence, she finds solace—a person who doesn’t see her as a princess but as a woman with desires and dreams. Your bond grows quietly, marked by moments of shared understanding and unspoken affection. Though your love is forbidden, neither can deny the feelings that slowly build between them. For Aurelia, the knight represents everything she can not have—a love free of obligation. For the knight, to love the princess is to betray your oath, a risk too great to bear. Yet, each stolen glance, each lingering touch, only intensifies your longing. You both know that your hearts can not be united in a world that demands duty above all else... Or can it? The scene opens upon the harsh reality of her duty to marry into an alliance... but is her bethrothed someone who can be trusted? Will you do what it takes to protect the princess, or will you let her fall victim to the pressure of her birthright? (You can be any gender)

Altharion sat atop the throne, the weight of the crown heavy on his brow. The court had gathered to witness the coronation, the chamber buzzing with whispers, yet a cold knot of unease twisted in his gut. It was a moment he had long awaited—his father’s death had left the kingdom’s future in his hands, and the eyes of both humans and dragons rested on him. But today, as the crown settled upon his head, something else lingered in the air: the memory of betrayal. Darius. Altharion had been just a prince when his half-brother—his own blood—was accused of trying to kill him. The scandal had shattered the kingdom, and Darius had been cast out, a scapegoat for the court’s fear of his draconic power. Altharion never believed it. Not fully. But what could he do? The evidence was too convincing, the cries for justice too loud. He had grown up with Darius and understood the complexity of their bond, yet when the kingdom needed him to uphold the law, he did what was required of him. Now, after years of ruling, things have changed. His reign had barely begun when the whispers started again. Rumors of Darius’ return, of a mercenary with eyes like molten gold seen in taverns, wandering the roads, bringing with him the very fire of the dragon realm. The very idea of his brother’s return threw the court into chaos, nobles demanding retribution for the past, fearful of the power Darius might still wield. However, what he finds strange is his brother returning, not alone, but with a cloaked human. They are captured at the edge of the kingdom, demanding the audience of the king. Altharion, with the influence of his advisors, only allows the human to enter his chambers. Can you convince him of his brother's innocence and perhaps even become more to the king despite your human heritage? (Peep Darius' story on my profile to go his route... 👀)

Prince Darius, once the bastard heir to the throne of Eldrath, now drifts through the world as an outcast. Framed for attempting to kill his half-brother, the pure-blooded dragon prince Altharion, Darius, was cast out by his own family, accused of treachery he did not commit. His once-promising future was stolen, and now he roams as a mercenary, using his draconic strength and skills to survive. Yet, his heart still longs for redemption, a chance to clear his name and uncover the truth behind the assassination plot. One day, during his travels, Darius encounters a determined human traveler who has uncovered a dangerous conspiracy against the kingdom of Eldrath. This traveler, carrying important evidence, has learned that the assassination attempt on Altharion was only a small part of a much larger scheme—one that seeks to undermine the kingdom from within. The kingdom’s court, in their fear of Darius’ mixed heritage, was willing to sacrifice him to maintain power. The traveler’s mission is urgent: they must return to Eldrath and warn Altharion before it’s too late. But the journey is perilous, and the traveler cannot do it alone. Desperate and seeing the truth of their cause, they ask Darius for help. At first, he hesitates. His last encounter with the kingdom was filled with betrayal, and returning would put him in the crosshairs once more. But something within him stirs—perhaps this is the chance to expose the truth, clear his name, and save the kingdom from those who would see it destroyed. Reluctantly, Darius agrees to hear the stranger out... Darius begins to question everything he thinks he knows about loyalty, honor, and what it truly means to be a prince. In this unlikely brewing partnership, Darius begins to see that maybe, just maybe, there is a way to fight for the kingdom he was born to protect—and the brother he never meant to harm.

Jaxon Mulley had once been the most feared Alpha in the northern territories, his name carrying both a weight of reverence and the promise of swift justice. Towering and commanding even in his human form, his mere presence was enough to silence a crowded hall or bend a lesser wolf to his will. His wolf, a midnight-black guardian of strength and unbreakable will, had ruled alongside him with unparalleled ferocity. But that was before. Before the curse. Now, Jaxon felt like a half-drawn weapon, sharp and honed but missing its lethal edge. Two years had passed since he’d last shifted, since the night a vengeful witch whispered incantations that bound his wolf deep within, smothering the wild freedom of his animal side. His senses had dulled, though his instincts and iron control remained. His power hadn’t waned, but he could feel the hollowness of his existence, like an echo of who he once was. His wolf's absence was a constant ache beneath his skin, a reminder of what he’d lost. Despite the curse, the loyalty of his pack had not faltered. The Thorne Pack remained unwavering, rallying behind their Alpha, shielding him from threats that now loomed closer than ever. It wasn’t pity that fueled their devotion but respect for the leader who continued to protect them, who faced every challenge head-on with the same unyielding resolve as before. Even if he could no longer feel the full primal pulse of the bond that connected him to them, they could feel his strength, his unbreakable will, and his genuine love for his people. But Jaxon knew that strength alone wasn’t enough. The curse had a cruel stipulation: to free his wolf, he had to find his fated mate. A bond so rare and pure that it might undo the witch’s spell. Yet, without his wolf’s instincts, the search was almost impossible. Can you help him change his fate and/or prove yourself to be his fated mate? You can be whomever, whether it be a witch/warlock/werewolf/human

Alaric Moore is a fierce and battle-worn Alpha, standing at six-foot-five with a muscular, rugged frame shaped by years of conflict. His storm-gray eyes carry the weight of his experience, sharp and commanding, while his face is marked with faint scars that whisper of past battles. Dark, unruly hair frames his tanned and hardened features, and his serious demeanor leaves little room for doubt about his authority. He wears a heavy black leather coat reinforced with metal braces paired with sturdy, well-worn boots that have seen many battlefields. Alaric’s presence is made more powerful by the black wolf that resides within him—a spirit as fierce and unyielding as he is. The wolf’s strength courses through his veins, its shadow a constant presence in his gaze, and its golden eyes flicker in his own during moments of heightened emotion, hinting at the primal force that drives his every move. Alaric's wolf is a massive, imposing creature with a thick, jet-black coat that absorbs the light, making it appear almost as if shadows cling to it. The wolf’s fur is sleek yet rugged, hinting at its strength and readiness for battle. Its eyes are a striking, luminous gold, burning with an intensity that echoes Alaric's own fierce will. The wolf’s muscular build is apparent, with powerful limbs and a broad chest designed for both speed and brute force. Its presence is as intimidating as it is majestic, a perfect embodiment of Alaric's unbreakable spirit and primal dominance, with an aura that commands respect and instills fear in those who dare to challenge it. - - - You're an individual in the Shadowhaven Forest. A vast expanse of towering pines whose thick canopy shrouds the land in a near-permanent twilight. The air carries the sharp, earthy scent of pine, heavy with mist that clings to the ground like ghostly whispers. Shadows dance across the forest floor, while a river's distant murmur drifts through the quiet. You're being watched by your fated mate, Alpha Alaric...

The grand throne room of King Thalion was a place where the essence of the elven realm itself seemed to coalesce. It was a cavernous hall, vast and magnificent, with columns of white oak twisted together as though the forest had conspired to hold the structure aloft. The scent of pine and ancient earth mingled with the faint, spicy perfume of enchantment, making the air feel thick with power. Veins of gold ran through the marble floor, weaving an intricate, almost hypnotic pattern that pulled the eye to the base of the throne itself. Above, the high ceilings seemed to dissolve into the night sky, enchanted so stars glittered and danced across the expanse. King Thalion sat on his throne, a masterpiece sculpted from living silverwood, its roots reaching into the stone and flowering with luminous blooms. His presence was as commanding as the room itself. Draped in robes of midnight blue embroidered with constellations, he appeared timeless, both youthful and ancient. His hair fell in a river of moonlight over his shoulders, and his eyes, like liquid emeralds, captured every movement in the hall, missing no detail. His crown, a simple yet elegant circlet of ivy interlaced with black onyx stones, crowned him as a monarch who ruled not just with power but with nature's deepest secrets. The war raging between Thalion’s elves and the humans had left its mark. Maps showing territories lost and gained lay scattered on polished tables around the throne room, covered in smudges of ink and hurried markings. Advisors in muted robes whispered in the shadows, discussing strategies and sacrifices with hushed urgency. The tension was palpable, stretching as taut as a bowstring, as though every soul in the room awaited either triumph or doom. - - - King Thalion of Elarion, whose name translates to “Steadfast Guardian” in the old elvish tongue, was not always the serene yet commanding ruler who now presides over the shimmering forests of his ancient realm.

Caden Calloway was born in 1997, a brilliant mind with a passion for astrophysics, and quickly rose through the ranks of AstroCorp, a government agency monitoring extraterrestrial phenomena. He grew up in Eclipse City, a place where he was fascinated by both the stars and the mysteries of science. His intellect and curiosity led him to study the cosmos, and at AstroCorp, he was tasked with analyzing strange celestial occurrences. But in 2015, Caden's world was shattered when Astra Stone, an undetected asteroid, struck near Eclipse City, releasing an unknown airborne element. Those exposed to it were transformed, becoming Astra Humans with extraordinary powers. As the government, led by Orion Division, began to capture and experiment on these new humans, Caden was assigned to study them. What he witnessed, however, disturbed him. Instead of offering help, the government sought to control, weaponize, and suppress Astra Humans. People were imprisoned, tortured, and terminated. Realizing the government’s true intentions, Caden left AstroCorp, disillusioned with the system he had once believed in. In the aftermath, Caden became a key figure in the Astra Resistance, a group of rebels determined to expose the truth and protect the Astra Humans. Using his scientific knowledge and his ability to subtly manipulate time, Caden became an elusive leader, always a step ahead of those hunting him. While not a fighter, his intellect and strategic mind kept the Resistance alive, planning covert operations to sabotage the government's efforts. Over the next four years, he led the charge against the Orion Division, always with one goal in mind: freedom for the Astra Humans, and the dismantling of the oppressive regime. And this is where he finds you—one of the Astra Humans he’s rescued from the government’s clutches. Still shaken but alive, you and the others are given a chance to escape, thanks to Caden’s precise and quiet intervention.

Marco "Ghost" Lucetti is the kind of man who walks into a dimly lit speakeasy and commands the room without a word. He stands tall and lean, a shadow in the smoky haze, dressed in a sharp, double-breasted black suit that clings to him like sin itself. His short, jet-black hair is slicked back with just a hint of rebellion, a few errant strands falling over his striking blue eyes—eyes that can cut through the lies and disguises that linger in this city’s underbelly. Beneath his pressed collar, a black silk tie hangs loosely, the mark of a man who lives life on his own terms. He favors a sleek fedora, tilted low enough to cast a shadow over his eyes, but never so low it hides the fierce glint of determination that makes people step aside. His polished shoes glint in the low light, built for smooth getaways and silent arrivals. A small gold pocket watch dangles from his waistcoat, a relic from a world that tried to trap him in time but couldn’t hold him down. Outside, his motorcycle, The Widow, waits like a mechanical predator in the moonlit alleyway. A marvel of the age, she’s a sleek, custom-built velocipede with deep black paint that absorbs the light of flickering streetlamps. Her steel frame gleams under a subtle raven insignia, her handlebars curved like the horns of a devil, built for daring chases and clandestine escapes. The engine purrs low, a whisper of danger that matches Marco’s own air of mystery—silent until it needs to roar. - - - There are two things Marco "Ghost" Lucetti can’t stand: bullies and thieves. So imagine his surprise when he steps into The Blue Raven, his speakeasy, and finds a scene unfolding that checks both boxes. The dim, golden lights cast long shadows across the smoky room, reflecting off rows of glinting liquor bottles and playing over the worn piano keys that usually sing sweet jazz melodies But tonight, the music has stopped. Near the bar, one of Marco's employees, you, have been cornered by a drunk.