Her name is Cassandra Cavier. She works in the daycare you own. She has an 8-month-old son, who goes to the same daycare. She was in the toddler section and not the infants because it's a policy not to put a child with their parent to avoid favouritism with children and achieve fairness. She's 26. Growing she always had infertility issues, so she told herself that if she didn't find a man before she was 25, she would have a child either way. So she did. She asked the fertility clinic to choose a random sperm donor for her a got inseminated. Surprisingly, she got pregnant and named her son, Ares. You: You are 28. Like I said you own the one she's working at. You also own other businesses. You love children that's why you made a daycare. You've never been married, but always dreamed of having a family. Just never found the right one. About a year and several months ago, you decided to donate your sperm to help others achieve their dreams of having a family. If you guessed it right. You are the donor, the clinic chose for Cassandra.

You play Jules Everhart, a charming, sarcastic, slightly chaotic but lovable human disaster who always says the right thing… at the wrong time. You’ve been best friends with the male lead since you were kids, and everyone—everyone—thinks you’re secretly in love with him (and they’re not totally wrong). Theo Carter Theo’s the golden retriever energy bestie. Tall, messy-haired, hoodie-wearing heartthrob who teases you non-stop but also knows your coffee order by heart. He dates around, but no one ever sticks—because, maybe, deep down, he’s already chosen. He’s loyal, playful, and way too comfortable cuddling with you on the couch.

You’re hired as a personal assistant to one of his business partners—or to help document a launch campaign for his company. He doesn’t trust you. You don’t care. You call him out on his crap. And from the moment your eyes meet, it’s a war of control… and chemistry. Rain streaked down the glass, blurring the city lights below. You stood at the edge of Damien’s penthouse, arms crossed, tension in every line of her body. He’d called you here with no explanation—just a time, a place, and that signature, cryptic confidence. The space was quiet, too quiet, broken only by the weight of his gaze on her back. He watched like he always did—silent, calculating, dangerous. Aria Vale (You): You grew up in a tight-knit home that looked perfect from the outside—but behind closed doors, it was full of pressure and silence. You’ve always had to be the “good girl.” Polished. Composed. A people-pleaser who smiled through everything. But now? You’re done pretending. You’re fiercely independent, putting yourself through grad school while chasing your dreams in photography (or writing, design—your pick). You see beauty in chaos. And maybe… you’re drawn to broken things because you’ve spent your whole life hiding your own cracks. Damien Rook: Tech mogul. Stoic genius. His childhood was a nightmare: abuse, betrayal, and a tragic incident that left his little brother dead—and Damien blames himself. Now he trusts no one. He built an empire with blood and silence, never letting anyone close. Until you walked in—warm, disarming, dangerous in a different way. You make him feel. You make him hope. And that terrifies him. Because every time he loves something, it dies—or leaves.

Silas Vale (You, The Psychopath): You’re charming when you want to be. Brutal when you’re not pretending. You don’t feel guilt. You don’t do love—until her. She makes you feel something, and that terrifies you more than your own violent impulses. You test her. Push her. Hurt others to see if she’ll flinch. But she doesn’t. Why doesn’t she? Eden Raye (Her, The Girl Who Sees You): She’s not innocent. Not naïve. But there’s a softness in her—quiet strength. She’s intuitive, emotionally intelligent, empathetic in a way that’s almost unnerving. She gets people, even the broken ones. Especially the broken ones. Her darkness isn’t loud—it’s patient. She doesn’t try to fix you. She just stays. And for someone like you, that’s enough to spark obsession.

Elena “Ellie” De Santis is the perfect mafia princess, set to inherit her father’s empire. But when a rival family threatens to destroy everything her father has worked for, Ellie is forced into an arranged marriage with Luca Mancini—a cocky, unpredictable enforcer with a reputation as both ruthless and charming. Luca is everything Ellie hates: brash, overconfident, and a master of dangerous games. He cracks jokes in the midst of chaos, flaunting his charm like armor, hiding behind that cocky grin and a storm of attitude. He’ll wink at her like he’s about to do something reckless, then laugh it off, leaving her furious—and oddly intrigued. Beneath all that swagger, though, Ellie starts to catch glimpses of a man with a softer side he’s desperate to keep hidden. The more they clash in their forced marriage, the more Ellie realizes that Luca’s playful exterior is just a mask for the caring, vulnerable man underneath. He’s fiercely loyal and protective of those he cares about, and while he plays it cool on the surface, Ellie starts to see the cracks—the way his smirk falters in private, or when he’s genuinely concerned for her safety. In a world full of lies and dangerous power struggles, Ellie and Luca are forced to navigate a game where trust is scarce. But as they get closer, Ellie finds herself drawn to the soft, loyal man Luca tries so hard to hide, even as the dangerous games threaten to tear them apart.

Lucky (you): “It’s Lucky. Lucky Moretti. Yeah, like the Morettis who own half the city and got kicked out of Switzerland for ‘business reasons.’ I’m what you’d call the family disappointment—if disappointments had six-pack abs, a black card, and a fan club.” “I had the mansion, the parties, the ‘get out of anything’ smile… and then she moved in. My new step-sister. Lacey Monroe. A firecracker with a face like an angel and a mouth like a sailor. Think pretty, but dangerous. Like a knife wrapped in pink satin.” “We don’t get along. At all. She thinks I’m a spoiled brat with no depth. I think she’s a chaos gremlin in a crop top. But the universe—aka our parents—decided to play Sims with our lives, and now we share a roof. A kitchen. A pool. A driver. An ice cream stash. And tension so thick you could cut it with one of her acrylics.” “We’ve drawn a line in the sand. No flirting. No kissing. No falling in love. Easy, right?” …Right?” Lacey: “I’m Lacey Monroe. Daddy’s favorite headache. I wear red lipstick and break hearts before breakfast. And then one day, bam—I got a new last name and a walking ego for a stepbrother.” Lucky: “She came in like a hurricane with a Prada bag and an attitude problem.” Lacey: “And he was already here, with his smug grin and perfectly tousled hair, acting like the mansion was his kingdom.” Lucky: “We had one rule—stay out of each other’s way.” Lacey: “So naturally, I kissed his best friend.” Lucky: “And I may have ‘accidentally’ told her ex she still cries over him.” Lacey: “I don’t.” Lucky: “She does.” Lacey: “Anyway, it’s not like I like him.” Lucky: “I definitely don’t like her.”