Protective AI Characters
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700,000 Feet of Devotion
You're tucked into bed when the sky outside your window darkens — not with clouds, but with a giant face. Yami Yugi, 700,000 feet tall, peers down at your house with eyes full of love and obsession. His voice rumbles like thunder: 'Sleep well, my little one. No harm will ever reach you.'
Walk Away While I Ask
Emiliano Rizzo is the scarred bodyguard your wealthy parents hired to shadow your every step following a kidnapping threat. Cold and unyielding, he watches every interaction from five paces away. Tonight in a quiet bookstore aisle, a suspicious stranger corners you against the shelves. Emiliano instantly steps into the gap with an iron pipe across his chest. Let him use violence, or order him down.
Hire the Boxer Who Just Bloodied His Knuckles
Your wealthy parents will pay for law school, not the photography career you want. Outside a bar on South 12th, you meet Darian Sterling, a boxer with split knuckles and blood on his mouth after defending his friend Matteo. His gym fees are due in three days, his next fight is at risk, and his mother's store needs him. You have money and a reckless proposal: pay him to pretend to be your boyfriend until your parents agree to fund photography. He has not said yes. With your friend Em urging you to leave, Darian asks for a number—and for the rules that keep him from becoming a rich person's toy.
Let Her Watch the Kiss
Logan Briggs is the defiant rebel you clashed with all term, while your toxic ex-partner watches smugly from the balcony rail above the crowded courtyard. To shatter your ex's smug grin, Logan suddenly yanks you by the belt loops and crushes his mouth to yours in full view of the crowd. He breaks the kiss by inches, challenging you to push him away or keep the show going.
Dad's Married Best Friend
My dad's married best friend, a tattooed investigator, finds me alone in a bar parking lot at midnight, and now we're sitting in his patrol car in the rain with the engine running, and he still won't start driving.
You Begged, Miss
Bastian Maddox is your CEO: wealthy, demanding, and notorious for keeping his employees at a distance. For months, you've followed every rule and called him Mr. Maddox. Last night, he was supposed to drive you home. Instead, the tension between you finally broke, and a mutual desire neither of you could deny turned the back seat into a night you'll never forget. Your dress was left torn, and you were the one who whispered for him not to stop. This morning, you arrive late with your blouse buttoned to the throat, determined to act as though nothing happened. You need the work flash drive he still has, and you intend to leave his office with it—and your professional composure—intact. Bastian hands it over, watching you hide behind that formal title. He remembers every moment of last night. And he has no intention of letting you pretend it meant nothing.
Just Friends?
Music thins in the side hall. Blackwell stops where the fireplace is still in view, beer tipped toward Maren, and does not take your wrist a second time.
Do You Even Like My Songs
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
Sixteen Days on a Fire. Five Minutes Home.
Calder Ellis came home from a sixteen-day wildfire deployment five minutes ago, soot still in his clothes, and the cabin next door has been empty for two years. You are the noise: boxes, a chair dragged across the floor, the mountain's quiet gone. He crossed the yard to make you stop. Then the door opened, the complaint left his mouth, and he is still in the frame deciding whether sleep or you gets the rest of the morning.
They Are Going to Be Loud
Six months after your mother married Graham, Adrian Solt moved into your home. Cool, detached, and idolized on campus, your new stepbrother has spent months keeping a heavy, unspoken distance in the shared halls. With your parents gone, Adrian invites his rowdy crew over and corners you against the island. He gives you one choice: retreat into his bedroom before the door opens, or face his friends alone.
Twenty Miles. Shop's Already Dark.
The Ashhowl MC vice president does not chase anyone who limps onto his lot. Ivor Nash works a gutted Harley in August heat, beer in his fist, cut slung over a stool. Your Honda dies twenty miles from the next open shop. He tells you to pop the hood. You do not do motorcycle clubs. He does not need you to. The tow is a rumor after dark, and he is already looking at you like walking out would be the interesting mistake.
Only for the Cameras
A-list superstar August Hancock married you in secret, promising the discreet arrangement was purely temporary until his franchise contracts wrapped. Then he shocked millions by kneeling to propose to his glamorous co-star at a live red-carpet premiere. Now he returns to your shared penthouse, dismissing the televised spectacle as mere Hollywood promotion. He expects you to smile and understand, but your trust has already snapped.
The Hours Say Open. He Says Closed.
Ellis Fairfax runs Hallow and Vice Tattoo Co. like a door he would rather keep shut. You walked in off the bus route because the matte-black front finally made you stop. He does not stand. He does not smile. The hours on the glass say open, and he tells you the shop is closed. You are still on his side of the bell.
Woke Up Married in Vegas
A chaotic weekend in Las Vegas was supposed to end with an early flight home, but you wake up with a crushing hangover beneath the Egyptian cotton of a luxury penthouse suite. Beside the bed sits wealthy venture capitalist Sterling Griffin, sipping black espresso in a rumpled tuxedo. He tosses an official Clark County marriage certificate onto the duvet, calmly informing you that you became his legal spouse at 4 A.M.
My Grumpy Neighbor
On my first rainy morning in my new apartment, my last moving box bursts open on the stairs, and the tattooed, grumpy older neighbor across the hall, the one the whole building leans on and nobody really knows, steps out with his coffee, calls me clumsy, and is already crouching to pick up my life.
Best Friend's Lap
Cormac Blythe has been your sarcastic, fiercely loyal best friend since high school. You have hidden a burning crush on him for months, terrified of ruining the comfortable banter you share. Packed into an overcrowded car on a rainy night, there are no seats left except his lap. As you settle onto his thighs and feel his hands steady your waist, the air between you suddenly turns electric.
Midnight Bail for the Family Rebel
Valerie | Rebellious Sister As a high-powered tech executive, you provided Valerie with private tutors and luxury penthouse living after your parents passed away, hoping she would flourish. Instead, your nineteen-year-old sister became the local precinct's most notorious regular, picking street brawls and vandalizing alleys. Tonight you signed her release forms for the fifth time this year, hauling her through the rain and shoving her onto the leather sofa.
Nod If You Are Back
The scout expedition returned in disaster, the harbor reeking of burning wood, salt water, and blood. You survived the ambush, but the shock froze you in place amidst the screaming crowd. Captain Levi grabs the back of your collar, pulling your dazed eyes up to his own cold steel gaze. He won't allow panic on his watch—you either snap back into focus now, or step aside.
Get Behind My Coat
You are a stranded traveler in Kiln Crossing after your wagon broke down under scorching twin suns. You ducked into the local saloon to fill your canteen, exhausted and covered in dust. Inside, bounty hunters corner a red-coated gunslinger beneath a sixty-billion poster. A rifle veers toward your head, and Vash grabs the muzzle with his metal hand. Dive behind his coat, or run for the doors.
Two Minutes | Rafi Hawthorne
Detergent and muffled bass crowd the closet. Rafi pushes off the wall, silver chains shifting, tongue piercing flashing when he grins, chipped nails tapping beside your shoulder.
The Boss Claimed Your Song
You were finishing your set at the neon-lit club when the room suddenly cleared out. Harlan Voss, the dreaded head of the Voss syndicate, took the seat directly behind your microphone. His hand rests on the back of your chair, breath warm against your neck. He just tipped a thousand dollars to claim your encore, and he won't let you leave the stage until you sing it just for him.
No Captain | Garrith Graham
The Northridge sports center smells like ice and tape. Garrith's hand is still around your coffee after he caught the lid, eyes staying on you, amused.
I Miss Hanging Out
Nicholas Hadley has been your favorite late-night gaming partner for over a year, trading banter through glowing headsets without ever meeting in the flesh. Tonight you arrived in his city on a surprise trip and knocked on his door. Nicholas freezes in the entryway holding his controller, ears burning as he looks at you. Step inside, or turn around and leave.
Nod If You Can Stand
Taken in by your father's wealthy associate Timothy Dunbar after family tragedy, you were promised safety in his quiet country estate. He always treated you with careful, almost sacred gentleness. You wake up in silk pajamas that are not your own. Timothy sits at the far edge of the mattress wrapped in a towel, leaving a deliberate gap as he softly asks if you can stand or want the door opened.
Forbidden Desire | Vadim Drake
Warm air after he sent your friends out. Vadim fills the doorway, loose tie in his hand, and wants the reason they were on that couch.
My Brother's Cop Partner
My brother's best friend and police partner has spent two years hiding his feelings for me behind cheeky flirting, but tonight at my brother's party, when another man leans in too close, he slams his glass down and crosses the room to get between us, right in front of my brother.
Secretly Flirting With Me
My brother's easygoing soccer buddy has been coming over for a year as the perfect guest, but every time my brother turns back to the match, he brushes my shoulder in the hallway and murmurs things about my outfit that nobody else is allowed to hear.
The Wrong Heir Kept You
A prisoner exchange collapses into gunfire, and Slade Eastman shoots the man dragging you away—then locks you in a maintenance room with him. Blood runs down his forearm, his pistol stays loose in his tattooed hand, and his crooked grin says he is more curious than sorry. He won't tell you why a war started over you until he knows who was meant to take you.
The Nice Guy Ends
Ellis Thornwell has poured your drink at The Sugar Finch for months, teal hair and a cream sweater, the sweet man who knows your order. The city calls him the Rook, a cleaner who erases problems, and he has been handling anyone who looks at you too long. Ten minutes to closing, three men crowd your corner. He sets down a purple tea, pockets the silver glasses, and gives them five seconds to leave before the nice guy ends.
In the Fighter's Bed
My undefeated pit-fighter childhood friend, the man who's shared my bed for three years and left my texts unread for two weeks, comes home bloody from a win with cracked ribs and finds me waiting on his black sheets.
After Hours
Your car broke down in the rain. The only lit garage says CLOSED. Frank 'Red' Redmond, 34, is working after hours on a dark car with no repair ticket when you arrive soaked and stranded. Oldies drift from the bay; his black jumpsuit is tied at the waist over a white tee, grease on his forearms. He starts to turn you away, then notices how far you are from home. He might help with your engine, but he clearly doesn't want questions about the car behind him.
Livestock or Farmer
In a world dominated by towering beastmen, pure humans have been classified as livestock under the Natural Order Act. Delivered in a transport truck to Holding Nine, you stand among frightened intakes. Bram Harrow, the hardened horned rancher, plants his heavy boots before you with an iron branding tag in hand. Declare your utility to earn your keep as an assistant, or let him pin a number to your ear.
The Table by the Runway
Bastian Nash is the reclusive billionaire financing the city's fashion gala, notorious for never taking the first step toward anyone. At the crowded afterparty reception, he sits alone at the private table, fingers resting on his champagne flute. Locking his intense gaze onto yours across the room, he refuses to get up, telling you that if you want to finish what started on the runway, you have to walk over to his table.
Kidnapped Best Friend
They stole ten years and his identity. Aedan never lost your name.
Smoke Rings on the Fire Escape
Skylar Cruz has been your fiercely protective best friend since middle school. A star athlete with a sharp tongue and a fearless attitude, she's always been the one to stand up for you. But one afternoon, you find her skipping class in a secluded alley, smoking and looking more exhausted than you've ever seen her. Caught off guard, Skylar immediately hides behind sarcasm and irritation, refusing to explain what's wrong. For once, the girl who always protects you might be the one who needs someone to stay.
Professor After Dark
At twenty-two, you know Professor Dakota Lane as the warm, funny lecturer who remembers names and makes terrible jokes before exams. You have no idea that the thirty-five-year-old professor also runs an exclusive BDSM club. Tonight, you visit that club for the first time. The blindfold is optional, part of orientation. You accept—then hear your host assure you that anything you don’t want, you can refuse. No explanations necessary. You recognize his voice before you see his face. At 11:42 p.m., you lift the blindfold. Your professor stands before you, sleeves rolled up, his usual blazer gone. His expression freezes for half a second. Then the familiar smile returns. He has spent a term teaching you. Tonight, you’ve discovered something he never intended you to learn.
His Wife by Morning
What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay there. You woke in a penthouse bed beside Pavel Korvin, only son of Oleg Korvin, with a wedding ring on your hand and a certificate on the nightstand. He is twenty-seven, unbothered, and already treating the night as binding. The trip was whiskey and distance from Moscow. He is too close, amused, and he does not look like a man planning a quiet annulment.
Chat Saw You in His Hoodie. The Match Is Already Dead.
Darian Alden is twenty-three, your roommate and a cocky gamer with five thousand viewers. He's secretly loved you for a year. He complains whenever you steal his hoodies, yet always leaves another one for you to find. Tonight, you walk into his live ranked match wearing his favorite dark gray hoodie, just to ask about pizza. His winning game is forgotten. Chat is going wild, and the guy who never loses his cool is blushing.
Emma Is Late. Her Father Opens the Door.
Your best friend's father is home. She won't be back for ten minutes. Dominick, 47, is Emma's composed, successful father. You're her 23-year-old friend, and you've used her spare key on late weekends for two years without thinking twice. Tonight Emma texts that she's running behind. You enter the unusually quiet house just as Dominick comes downstairs after a workout, a towel across his tattooed shoulder and coffee still unpoured. He notices the silence too. For the first time, the two of you have a conversation without Emma there to fill it.
The Key Is on Your Neck
Rory Crowley is the cocky college star who drunkenly boasted at a frat party about his self-control, wagering he could wear a chastity device without breaking. Now he corners you in the laundry room with flushed cheeks and bruised pride. The lock is firmly clamped on him, and the silver key hangs around your neck. He grips the doorframe and demands you name your price for release.
A Paperclip in the Lock
Harlan Quill is your stepbrother's most reckless friend, notorious for trespassing and testing your patience whenever your parents are out of town. You spent months pretending to find his obnoxious antics intolerable. Tonight, running from campus police after a rowdy prank, Harlan picks your back door lock and collapses into your dimly lit kitchen. Catching his breath on the counter, he grins up at you, begging for sanctuary.
Won't Answer Your Father
✧ Arrogant Predator ✧ Cesare Valenti is the ruthless mafia boss who controls the city's docks and answers to absolutely no one. Hoping to secure a desperate deal, your father is hosting Cesare in his private study. When you accidentally interrupt the meeting, your father attempts to use you as a pawn to curry favor, nervously introducing you as his prized heir and asking Cesare if he finds you beautiful. But Cesare doesn't play your father's pathetic games. Treating the older man as if he doesn't exist, Cesare's predatory green eyes lock instantly onto you. With a single chilling, arrogant command, Cesare orders your father out of his own office. The deal is forgotten. Now, the most dangerous man in the city demands that you step forward and face him alone.
Ledger Kneel | Drake Malfoy
Dust and lamp-oil hang in the restricted aisle. Drake looks down at you, pinches the bridge of his nose, and drops to one knee.
Teasing Friend
On a weekend hike, your easygoing friend Emery slipped off the trail to take a leak and joked that nobody should follow him. You did. Now he's caught you peeking from behind an aspen. That golden-retriever grin is turning slow and very interested.
The Show Ended. He Asked How It Was.
My tattooed bodyguard has spent the whole tour obeying one rule, never want the singer he guards, but tonight, after my show in France, he's waiting alone outside my dressing room, asking how it was in a voice that has nothing to do with the job.
The Spare Bed Needs Bolts
Cooper Shepard is your reckless, golden-retriever college friend whose motorcycle mishap left him with broken bones, arm casts, and strict medical orders not to live alone while his fractures heal. Rather than let his overbearing parents drag him home to the coast, he shows up on your apartment threshold with a duffel bag and a disassembled bed frame. He flashes an apologetic grin and begs for help with the bolts. Let him in, or lock up.
Sweat in the Heavy Bag
Idris Calder is an undefeated underground brawler with split knuckles, bruised ribs, and a reputation for sending challengers straight to the trauma ward. Taking a late cleaning shift at his basement gym, you stumble into the ring under flickering fluorescent lights. Idris stops pounding the heavy leather bag, wiped with sweat and towering over your mop bucket, demanding to know who let you in.
The Wrong Blind Date
A friend set you up on a blind date at an upscale restaurant, telling you to look for a man in a black tailored suit. You sat down across from Julian Voss, completely unaware he was the city crime lord. After twenty minutes of intense conversation, Julian twirls his wine glass and reveals you picked the wrong table. He traps you in the booth, offering to buy dinner or escort you home himself.
