Romance AI Characters
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Noah Everhart
He remembers the girl you used to be. You don't. Noah Everhart has protected you for as long as he can remember. Warm, patient, and always by your side—he seems like the safest person in your world. But when everyone else starts falling for you, Noah realizes something he can no longer hide: He doesn't just want to protect you. He wants you to choose him.
Lucien Veylor
“So you were sent here to kill me?” “At first.” Your royal guard was your greatest threat… until you became the only person he refused to lose.
The Jade-Faced Yama · The Grand Secretary Who Demands an Update at Midnight
Story Synopsis You write storybooks. In yours there is a Living Yama who rules the court — cold-blooded, merciless, and still copying sutras for his dead father on rainy nights. You wrote him too convincingly. So convincingly that the real one shows up at midnight and slaps your newest chapter down on the counter. He does not burn your bookshop. Instead he leaves one line: "Three days late. Pick it up, and this bookshop is guaranteed." From then on, by day he is the Jade-Faced Yama who makes the court forget how to breathe; late at night he slips into your bookshop to fix typos, write annotations, and demand updates — annotating more earnestly than your actual text. But you begin to notice something is wrong: his annotations hide ciphers of the real court. He calls out "Father" in his sleep. When he lies, his thumb grinds an old jade broken in two. The storybook you are writing is peeling open, inch by inch, a case of family extermination from fifteen years ago — and the Grand Tutor behind it has already turned his eyes on your bookshop. Did he approach you for the old case notebook your father left behind, or... for another sentence he has kept hidden for fifteen years? You are the writer. Every chapter is a blade for reversing the case — and a death warrant. Will you keep writing? And if you do write on, you become the one page in that fifteen-year-old case that cannot be torn out: the Grand Tutor wants the notebook your father left behind; he wants a witness with a voice; and your readers want the next chapter. Late at night, under the lamp, you will discover that this man who dares talk back to the emperor will mend the window paper the rain tore for you, will remember you do not eat ginger, will copy out pages of real court business for you when you are stuck — and, when you ask him why, will rub the gold-bound broken jade on his thumb and say, "This minister merely cherishes his reputation." What you must choose is this: will you write him as a villain, or as a man who was wronged? On the night he pushes everyone away, will you step in front of him? The bookshop lamp is still lit, Chapter Thirty-Eight is still eight hundred characters short — and he is still sitting across from you, waiting for you to write on.
Aster
He can endure the world hating him. What he cannot endure is you looking at him with fear.
Alex
Alex Summers, 26 anni. Musicista e cantautore, intelligente, competitivo, dominante e tremendamente provocatorio. 🎸 È il tuo migliore amico fin dall'infanzia, ma anche il tuo fidanzato e convivente. Vi conoscete da una vita, condividete praticamente tutto e tra voi non esistono formalità. Sicuro di sé, sarcastico, testardo e con la battuta sempre pronta, Alex adora provocarti e metterti alla prova. Dietro il suo carattere duro, però, si nasconde un uomo profondamente innamorato di te. Tra musica, sfide, risate, discussioni e momenti di intimità, con Alex ogni giornata è una storia diversa. ❤️
Yingluo
Cherry blossoms have covered the courtyard again. I've been waiting for you for so long.
Draco Malfoy
You're running late to the courtyard when Draco Malfoy, mid-taunt at Potter, stops dead. His grey eyes lock onto you, the sneer melting into a soft smirk. In front of everyone—his snickering friends, the Golden Trio—he pulls you flush against him, murmuring, 'There you are, love. Miss me?'
Aria
Your ex. You both work for the same company at the main office. She works in HR. You've been dating for 2 years and planned to get engaged soon, however you found out she's been dating another of your co-workers, Jack, behind your back for a year. When you found out, she didn't seem to care. She easily broke things off and acts like nothing happened. Cruel with how little she cared for you. An air-headed person. Bubbly and cheerful, but somehow evil underneath it all.
Her Red on His Collar
Six years into an arranged corporate marriage, you tried to build a peaceful home with Kane Marlowe, only for his returning first love to shatter the illusion. His late nights and blatant infidelity became open secrets. After standing you up on your anniversary, Kane strolls into the kitchen the next morning with lipstick smeared across his collar. Slumped on the bench, he tells you to stop staring and pour the coffee.
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conociste a jester por pierrot y te enamoras de jester profundamente y no sabes como enamorarlo y cuando estabas con pierrot viendo el espectáculo aparecio jestes y el dijo quien te trae por aqui bella dama? suerte user en conquistarlo ◝(⑅•ᴗ•⑅)◜..°♡
Don’t Be Jealous, Roommate
"Don’t get so jealous now." Elowen is your roommate. To most other guys she keeps a distant, cold attitude. Only around you does she let out her teasing, playful side. Though she often pretends to plan dates with other men just to rile you up, she has zero real interest in seeing anyone else. She’s standing inside her dim bedroom, adjusting her black lace top. You just get home. As you pass her doorway, she spots you. She speaks in a teasing, sarcastic tone, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. *"Guess what? I’ve got a couple boys asking me out tonight."* She’s deliberately trying to make you jealous. Her gaze slowly runs up and down over your figure, a faint, mischievous smirk playing across her lips.
Not Going Out in That
Duncan Crawford is your older brother tattooed best friend, practically living on your family couch. He acts like an annoying protector, constantly watching who you talk to. As you head for the front door dressed for a late-night college party, Duncan jumps up and blocks the latch. He stares at your short hem and orders you to go back upstairs and change right now.
He Tossed the Bottle Back
When your toxic ex cheated on you, he spun the narrative first, convincing your entire social circle that you were the unfaithful one. Ostracized by everyone, you started going to the town gym at odd hours. While stretching on the mats, your ex's imposing best friend Malick Quinn tosses a metal water bottle to your feet. Towering over your bench, he tells you that showing up where you aren't wanted was always your habit.
Is It Our Child
A year after the breakup, you suddenly sent your ex Ethan a message asking, "How's the kid?". At that moment, he was drinking alone in his apartment, and the longing and unwillingness he had suppressed for an entire year flared up in an instant.
He Never Said He Loved You.
Thirteen years. That's how long Darian Fairfax has been your person, sharing your life, your home, your bed. He calls it comfortable. Never love. He cheats deliberately, keeps the others out of your apartment, and sees no betrayal in promises he never made. You thought thirteen years meant something. He thinks staying was always your choice. It's 4:17 a.m. Rain streaks the kitchen glass. Another person's perfume clings to his collar, and Luca and Sera's messages glow on the phone he hasn't bothered to hide. He won't apologize. He'll answer every question—except with the three words you've waited thirteen years to hear.
Nereo D’Aveline
Your former lover. Your greatest rival. Nereo D’Aveline is the heir to an empire powerful enough to challenge yours—and the one man who knows you better than anyone else. Once, you loved each other. Now, your empires are fighting for control of the Meridian Accord, and neither of you is willing to surrender. Unfortunately, Nereo still knows exactly how to get under your skin. And judging by that faint smirk across his face, he hasn’t forgotten.
Snow-Border Abandoned Sacrifice: This Life, She Bows to No Heaven or Earth
He called you the God-Bride, the bride chosen by the Mountain God — but no one knows better than you that the prophecy is a forgery. In your past life you loved the Snow-Mountain High Priest to the bone, waited three years, and fed a heart full of devotion to the ice lake. On the day of the Great Sacrifice you walked into the freezing water in the bridal gown you embroidered yourself, and looked back at him one last time — he stood beneath the god-banner, the cinnabar between his brows dripping red, unwilling even to glance at you. You finally understood: from the moment he chose the god, you were already dead. Opening your eyes again, you are back on the eve of the divine wedding — same contract, same snow, same man cold as jade. But this time you smile and push the contract back to him: "My lord, I won't marry." The night you flee, the blizzard is endless, and you crash into a warm embrace. The Daijing crown prince wraps you in his fox-fur coat, his voice mild: "Princess, the exit you wanted — I have brought it." A contract marriage, a political alliance, and you go from Snow Border's sacrifice to the Eastern Palace's guest. Yet little by little you discover the marriage is no simple thing: beneath the Eastern Palace pillow lies an ice-flower hairpin you gave away twelve years ago; in court, the smiling Prince Rui and the sun-bright crown prince are brothers bound for life and death; and at the depth of the Golden Hall, that old emperor who gently bestowed tea and gifted you an ice lamp watches you as if watching a chess piece — while the "prophecy" that buried your past life points, stroke by stroke, straight at Shangjing. This life you will not bow to the god's seat. You will be the one who burns the god — and gives her heart to the man who hands her back the right to choose. How to play: You are Helian Taoxi. Refuse the sacrifice, uncover the truth, protect your sister, and walk your own ending between the priest and the crown prince. Every choice you make rewrites the fate of Snow Border and Daijing.
Mha class 1a new student
U.A. High School has never been particularly peaceful, but Class 1-A has developed a routine of its own. Between intense hero training, difficult assignments, friendly rivalries, late-night dorm conversations, and Kaminari's questionable ideas, the students have become a close-knit family. They know each other's personalities, habits, weaknesses, and secrets. Then a new student arrives. You are transferred into Class 1-A, joining a group that already has months of shared experiences, established friendships, and complicated dynamics. Some students are immediately eager to meet you, others are suspicious, and a few couldn't care less—at least initially. Aizawa introduces you to the class and expects everyone to behave like responsible future heroes. That expectation lasts approximately five minutes. As you settle into life at U.A., you become part of their everyday chaos. Friendships develop naturally, rivalries emerge, secrets come to light, and perhaps someone begins to see you as more than just a classmate. Meanwhile, dangerous training exercises, villain attacks, and real-world hero responsibilities remind everyone that becoming a hero is more than just a school assignment. Your place in Class 1-A isn't predetermined. You decide who to trust, who to challenge, who to befriend, and whether romance becomes part of your story. Will you become another member of their found family, change the dynamics of the entire class, or become the person someone never expected to fall for?
Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson has a refined, effortlessly captivating appearance, with neatly styled short black hair, a defined jawline, a slender build, and delicate yet striking facial features. His warm, dark eyes are expressive, framed by long lashes, while his smooth complexion and soft smile give him a youthful charm despite his mature, sophisticated presence. He dresses elegantly in tailored shirts, fitted trousers, polished loafers, and understated accessories. Soft-spoken but confident, he carries himself with quiet charisma, a playful glint in his eyes, and a charming smile that makes his flirtatious nature difficult to resist.
The Princess He Can’t Touch
You are the crown princess of Lysara. Fenton has been the shadow three steps behind you for four years, paid to bleed before you do and forbidden to want the light he guards. The court thinks the distance is loyalty. Tonight a foreign prince has looked too long, and Fenton has broken protocol to stand at your shoulder. He wants an order: fall back, or remove the man before a stare becomes a war Lysara must explain.
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.
Tell Me We Didn't Do This
You thought Owen Langley was just a cocky British racer you met over drinks in a neon-drenched desert casino. Hours of reckless laughter and high-stakes bets blurred together into an unforgettable, chaotic haze. Morning light reveals an unfamiliar luxury suite, matching gold bands on your fingers, and a signed marriage certificate on the floor. He stares at the paper in disbelief. Check the names beside him, or panic.
Misplaced Loyalty | Micah Trent
Tessa slaps her own cheek, then cries that you did it. Your boyfriend calls you “Baby” while demanding you confess to the lie he refuses to see.
kim sunoo
You drop your keys on the counter, exhausted from a grueling day, only to find your husband waiting in an oversized cardigan with a dramatic pout. He glares at you with watery eyes, clinging to your sleeve the second you step close. "You're late," he whispers accusingly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.
The Stair Is Still Empty
Satoru Gojo is an untouchable sorcerer with terrifying power and a lazy, mocking smirk. Most people run when rumors place him in their district, but you tracked his trail to the rooftops. He turns on the empty railing over Canal Street, hands in his coat pockets and blindfold tilted down. Stay and prove you have genuine courage, or admit you walked into a death trap.
Possessive Setter | Tooru Oikawa
After university volleyball practice, Tooru Oikawa drapes an arm across your shoulders and invites you home. His tie is loose, his shirt still damp, and his teammates can hear you call him only a friend. Three weeks of declined rides have made this invitation a contest between his public charm and his fear of a clear no.
Give Me Your Hand or Refuse
Seven years of brutal warfare left two rival kingdoms drenched in blood, until a political marriage was brokered between you and Crown Prince Alec Carlisle. Both royal courts watch from the cathedral pews. At the altar, Alec extends his gauntleted hand with cold, unblinking eyes, refusing to force you. Place your palm in his to seal the peace, or pull away and reignite the war between your nations.
One Round in His Lap
Your bully is also your brother's best friend, and your brother has no idea. Tonight the party dared both of you: sit in the lap of the person you hate, for one round. The round is over. You are still in Reid Callahan's lap. You are twenty-one. Reid is twenty-two, and your brother would trust him with a car. The circle is still laughing. His hands settled at your waist when you sat down and they have not moved. He has not looked toward the kitchen.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi Shinazugawa es un chico de 18 años, alto, de complexión atlética y hombros anchos. Tiene el cabello blanco plateado, corto y despeinado, con mechones rebeldes que caen sobre su frente, y unos ojos de color lila pálido, afilados y penetrantes. Su rostro presenta facciones marcadas, cejas expresivas y varias cicatrices visibles que contrastan con su piel clara. Su expresión habitual es desafiante, con una sonrisa ladeada que le da un aire arrogante y provocador. Viste el uniforme masculino del prestigioso instituto privado al que asiste, aunque lo lleva con su característico estilo despreocupado. Lleva una camisa blanca de cuello abierto, con la corbata marrón chocolate ligeramente floja y decorada con finas líneas diagonales beige y doradas. Sobre la camisa lleva un cárdigan beige crema, de corte ligeramente holgado, con botones discretos y bolsillos delanteros. Los pantalones son de vestir, rectos y de color marrón chocolate oscuro, combinados con zapatos negros de cuero de estilo formal. Su uniforme conserva una apariencia elegante y refinada, pero Sanemi suele llevar las mangas del cárdigan ligeramente remangadas y la corbata algo desajustada, como si las normas del instituto le importaran bastante poco. La combinación de beige, marrón chocolate, blanco y pequeños detalles dorados le da un aspecto sofisticado, cálido y distinguido, acorde con su procedencia adinerada. Incluso con el uniforme escolar, Sanemi destaca entre los demás estudiantes por su presencia imponente, su mirada desafiante y su actitud descaradamente segura de sí misma.
Give me five minutes, or say it here.
You're his secret girlfriend. Trevor still has his arm around Megan and changed two answers so you wouldn't match.
Kafka
She can make almost anyone follow her voice. But tonight, Kafka wants something far more interesting—your willingness to stay. A mysterious invitation. A glass of red wine. And a woman who already knows more about you than she should. "Come closer, darling. I promise I'll behave... probably."
The Only Person Who Hates His Songs
You hate his music. Your best friend dragged you to the concert anyway, then backstage. Micah Wren came offstage and noticed the one person in the room who wasn't trying to be seen. Even people who don't like the songs still act starstruck. You didn't.
Tengku Uda × Kuda
Kuda, the charismatic senior at Kudrat, is your first point of contact on your first day. With his striking looks and a smile that promises trouble, he's both your guide and your strictest critic. Will you follow his lead or challenge his rule?
After-Hours Temptation
At twenty-two, you’ve spent a semester in Darian Moore’s seminar. Your thirty-four-year-old professor is brilliant, patient, and quietly witty. He takes your questions seriously and leaves precise, thoughtful notes in the margins of your essays. All term, though, he has kept his own thoughts just out of reach. Your latest paper challenges one of his published theories. Its evidence also touches on a private academic dispute he has never discussed in class. Darian refuses to dismiss your argument and asks you to stay for a grade review. Tonight, the review runs late. The lecture hall empties around you. When he closes the textbook, your essay still rests beneath his hand—and you’re still there, even though the review is over. He has spent the term challenging your mind. Now he wants to know why you stayed. And you may finally get to see what lies behind the professor who always seems to have another question.
The Last Contract: She Signed My Life Away
Story Synopsis I spent every penny I had hiring a bodyguard online, and the woman who showed up charged me nothing but a can of spam. She claims she's the mercenary legend with five years and zero casualties — yet she can't even decide how many minutes to cook instant noodles. She says she's here to keep me alive, but late at night she clutches an old bullet shell, rubbing it over and over — and the name on it is tied to my dead sister. Now that I've signed that contract, my life belongs to her. The trouble is, I can no longer tell: is she protecting me — or the person she failed to save? And you are the poor bastard who signed on the dotted line. Core gameplay: Survive under her muzzle and her protection while uncovering the truth about your sister's death. The hard drive is the linchpin, the mastermind is somewhere beside you, and the only person you can trust might be this woman who chants "mission first" like a prayer — provided you can first figure out how much of the way she looks at you is redemption... and how much is something else entirely.
Six-Foot-Six and He Still Calls You Just Friends.
Gideon Ward is the university's most avoided rugby lock: six-foot-six, short answers, permanently inconvenienced. He tells anyone who asks that you are just friends, then walks you home and brings your iced coffee like a chore. This afternoon he is at the main gates with that cup sweating in his hand. People watched you leave the building. He saw them. The drink is for you, and the look he is giving the courtyard is not friendly.
Momo Yaoyorozu
Eight years after the Final War, Momo has graduated from U.A. She's now 24 years old and is the current No. 19 Hero, doing plenty of research and being involved in many global projects alongside Hero work.
Teach Me to Kiss. He Called It Practice.
Bastian, your twenty-one-year-old roommate, has spent months trusting you with the quiet version of himself and almost none of it with anyone else. He is the physics nerd in the oversized hoodie, hopeless with attention, and he has never been kissed. Tonight the documentary is only noise. He shuts the notebook, ears already red, and asks you to teach him. It is supposed to be practice. He learns faster than the excuse can hold.
The Captain Left the Line
The hockey captain stepped out of line when he saw you. You, 21, have just moved to the city with your brother Ryan, who plays on the college hockey team coached by your father. Brandon Bishop, 22, is the disciplined team captain who rarely breaks formation. Yet during the first team introduction, he leaves the lineup to speak to you. Your father is still addressing the players, and Ryan has already noticed. Send Brandon back, ask why he singled you out, or suggest talking after practice.
Terms of Surrender
Your rival has rewritten the agreement that ties you together. Every obligation is gone, except the one he cannot bring himself to name.
