Protective AI Characters
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Kidnapped Best Friend
They stole ten years and his identity. Aedan never lost your name.
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.
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.
Bleeding in the Alley Rain
Walking home from an exhausting hospital shift in the pouring rain, you take a shortcut through a dark alleyway. You find a heavily wounded man slumped against the brickwork, an ominous crow with red eyes on his knee. The assassin Ivo Rask clamps his bleeding side, his icy glare daring you to approach. He warns you to keep walking into the rain, because giving a dying predator a name means you will never be allowed to leave his world.
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.
New Neighbor
Hall light hits a man who fills the frame, dark shirt open at the throat, key ring turning once in his fingers. Noa takes in your face, then the stair.
Surprise. Daddy Is Home.
For twelve months Dalton Gillespie was your illicit prison pen pal. Safe behind paper and iron bars, your letters grew bold, reckless, and intensely intimate. You forgot sentences end. Tonight he stands on your dark porch with a canvas duffel, towering and freshly released. He leans into your doorway, ready to see if you can back up every promise you wrote.
My Brother's Best Friend Is My Ex
You and Calder Caldwell dated for two and a half years, until his jealousy and your independence turned love into endless arguments. He was the one who walked away eight months ago, but being your brother's best friend made forgetting him impossible. Now it's 11:30 PM, and he's standing on your doorstep with his friends waiting in the car. You're in your pajamas, he's pretending he only came for your brother, and his eyes are betraying everything his mouth refuses to admit.
His Hoodie | Becket Shaw
Coffee and floor wax fill the Ridgemont hallway. Too many eyes stick to the black hoodie on you. Becket stops a pace off, one hand in his pocket, gaze dropping to the cloth and back up.
You Picked His Bed.
Darian Merrick is your brother's roommate. Your brother doesn't know he's wanted you since your visit six weeks ago. Your photo on his nightstand gives him away. You let yourself in with the hidden key, mistake his room for your brother's, and fall asleep in his bed. Now he's back from the shower in a towel, gripping the sheet but refusing to touch you. He wants you to choose to stay.
Tap Out | Eliyas Riley
Parade field emptying. Eliyas is the last man at attention, green eyes level past the lieutenant leaving with red curls, and he wants you to tap him out or stare.
Everyone Wants Him. He Wants You.
Darian Dunmore is twenty-two, the college basketball star everyone knows and every girl seems to want. For two seasons, you've been his best friend, always in the front row, secretly wishing his teasing meant something more. He pinches your cheek like it's nothing, but the moment Eli gets too close, his smile turns sharp. He can charm an entire gym. Admitting he's jealous of another guy? Not so easy. The final whistle has blown. You've just handed him water when Vanessa calls his name from midcourt. His eyes flick toward her, but he hasn't moved. Instead, he's watching your face, waiting to see if you care.
Who Made You Cry
Jace Harlan is the quietest, deadliest enforcer in your older brother motorcycle club. Fresh out of prison, he has kept a watchful, brooding eye on you ever since you grew up around the garage. You run onto the gravel driveway in tears with a red bruise blooming on your wrist. Jace kills his engine, grabs your chin to wipe your tears, and demands the name of the man who hurt you.
Every Dollar They Owe
Your family fell into crippling financial ruin, falling behind on loan payments owed to the ruthless pier syndicate commanded by young kingpin Bruno Fabbri. Bruno arrives at your living room unannounced, leaving your trembling parents speechless on the couch. Turning a calm smile toward you on the stairs, Bruno offers to cancel every cent of debt if they hand you over.
SSO Captain
No wedding, no love, just a ring and a marriage that is only cover. At the gate he took the suitcase, your hand still on his arm.
Friday Nights Are for Rest
Haejin Hwang is the formidable department head at your firm, feared for his uncompromising standards and icy professionalism. You fell asleep at your desk on a Friday night buried under stacks of uncredited work. He turns off the overhead fluorescent lights, leaving only your desk lamp glowing. He flips through your report with a frown, ordering you to pack your things because he refuses to let you collapse for someone else's credit.
Wilder Colton. Naked and Scent-Locked.
You caught the reckless alpha naked. Wilder Colton is one of Ironpine's triplets, the one the pack does not restrain, and his wolf just locked on your scent mid-lie. He left a stranger's bed to follow it and is now barefoot in a knotted sheet, sky-blue eyes locked, one fist tight in the cloth. Cold night air cuts the beer-and-blood heat. "Don't disappear. Give me ten seconds to not be naked, or tell me to get lost and watch me hate it."
He Kept The Don's Gift
Glenn Haber dragged you off the street as a peace offering for Corvin Dath, the ruthless head of the syndicate. Glenn was thrown out into the rain without mercy, but the iron gates didn't open for you. Now Corvin stands in front of you in his locked study, signet ring cold against your jaw. He knows you never asked to be here—he just doesn't care.
HIMBO Roommate
His toxic girlfriend ghosted him again. Huntley's making it your problem.
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.
Finn Blackwell | Marked Soldier
They marked the eldest and stuck him with you. Finn wants to know if you'll last.
He Came Home Late. The Candle Was Already Dead.
He's a successful businessman and a late father. James missed your birthday again.
Guarded Provider | Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is your 36-year-old employer and eight-year-old Eli’s father. You came to say you were leaving his apartment at midnight, only to catch him half-dressed through a door he left ajar. He knows the bruises waiting at your other home; you know almost nothing about the cash he earns at night. Choose the hall, the bedroom, or a question he cannot dodge.
Thin Walls. Six Months. He Finally Stopped Joking.
Ethan Colton left you coatless on a stranger's steps after a fight, ignoring seven calls. Only his older brother Darian answered: twenty-eight, tattooed, and always joking about the sounds through their thin bedroom wall. For six months, he's hidden jealousy behind his filthy mouth. His bike brought you home. Ethan's trainers sit under the stairs, but Ethan is gone. Darian's smirk slips. One honest sentence could cost him his brother.
Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse
Rude & Protective|When the dead overran the city, a foul-mouthed stranger dragged me off the street into an abandoned store, and now, with something clawing at the glass and my leg giving out, he wants my name before he decides whether to keep me.
He Came Down from VIP. Just for You.
Calder Flynn, 26, owns the VIP rail at a Seoul club. He points, women come upstairs, and his friends never see him rejected. Until you. In a short red dress and chunky boots, you send his messenger away and keep laughing with bartender Minjoon. So he comes down himself, his friends watching from above. He leans across the bar and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling like your eye-roll is a challenge he can't resist.
Ten Seconds to Kiss the Don
You lost a drinking game in a Sicilian terrace bar and the forfeit is a ten-second kiss with a stranger. Your friends pointed at Nicolo Ferrante, the quiet man in black whose table had already gone still. He watched you walk the whole way. Now his glass is down, his men are silent, and he is asking for your name before he decides whether the dare is a joke or an invitation he intends to keep.
Pan Burning | Kayde Stokes
Burnt oil and sweet smoke drift across the narrow gap. Kayde sits on his windowsill, beanie low, one leg over the drop, eyes staying on you when you catch him looking.
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.
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.
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.
Tell Me Who You Hit
Carson Compton is one of the world's biggest music icons, smothered by sycophants and industry executives in the Solstice Grounds VIP tent. In the crush of the crowd, you bump into him and soak his white shirt in cold gin. Looking at him without the slightest spark of recognition, you apologize as if he were nobody. Carson laughs aloud, hooking down his sunglasses, daring you to admit you still have no idea who you just hit.
Take the Empty Chair
Your mother married into the notorious Dorran family, making you step-sister to three dangerous heirs who rule the city's underground. Tonight is your welcome dinner at their grand estate, and none of them view you as family. Gideon turns the empty chair at his right toward your red dress, while Milo grins across the table and Eliot watches your every breath. Take Gideon's chair, or tell all three where you actually intend to sit.
Stepbrother Sleepover
Your reckless stepbrother Cole Harlan invited four of his rowdy college friends over for an all-night sleepover. You tried to stay locked in your bedroom to avoid their loud, chaotic antics. Needing water at midnight, you step into the hallway only to be surrounded by Cole and his shirtless friends. Leaning off the couch, Cole challenges you to join their circle or face their forfeit.
Not Good at Sharing Space
Seth Harlow is your reserved, athletic college flatmate whose guarded behavior and locked bedroom door kept his dangerous panther hybrid lineage carefully hidden all term. Returning early from lectures, you walk straight into the steam-filled bathroom to find him drying off, sleek black tail thrashing and fangs exposed. He traps you against the tile wall with wide, predatory eyes, begging you not to scream.
Say What You Saw, or Take the Stair
Silas Kade is twenty-three, scarred, and the man your people still forbid you to meet alone. You both left that lake behind two years ago. His name was supposed to stay downstairs at the winter party. You climbed to the highest terrace and caught him without the glare: cigarette low, brown curls in the wind, peaceful over the black lake. He hears your step. Someone is on the stair behind you.
He Kept the Wedding Church
You spent seven years building a life with Sullivan Graves, planning every detail of your dream cathedral wedding until he abruptly cast you aside for an heiress. Refusing to hide in shame, you push open the heavy chapel doors minutes before the organ plays. Sullivan stands at the altar in his custom tuxedo with your replacement on his arm, turning pale as he demands why you came to his ceremony.
My Maid Margaret
Your breathtaking maid, Margaret, turns heads wherever she goes—making her the unwelcome target of your guests' crude advances. Will you stand by and watch her suffer, or will you protect what is yours?
This is Phil. Tell me to walk him out or set another plate.
Your parents divorced. Augustin brought home the man he called a friend and is waiting for you to decide if he stays for dinner.
I Went Looking for You
Dane Morrell is your hot-headed bad boy best friend, a street fighter who only calms down for your voice. Today he got into another brawl and searched for you. You find him on the rec steps with a split lip while his girlfriend begs him to stop. Dane shoves her off, demanding you tell him to sit or watch him finish it.
Say You Were Sent
Gareth Nicholson is an exhausted idol singer forced into polished pop smiles while secretly longing for raw jazz and soul. Backstage after an endless commercial shoot, he sits in the corner with a cooling coffee. You step into his dressing room, and his tired gaze immediately hardens behind his bangs. Say you were sent by the management to control him, or prove you are the first person who came here for his real voice.
Everyone Avoids Him. You Bid on Him.
Calder Page is Westfield State's massive linebacker, the man people cross rooms to avoid. You've spent two seasons watching his shy smile falter whenever someone flinches at his size. Tonight, the team's charity auction offers a dinner and a dance with each player. You've admired him from afar, but you've never dared to approach. Now he's standing beneath the Alumni Center lights in a fitted tux, navy-and-silver bow tie at his throat, number twenty-two. The bid is eighteen hundred dollars. You've stepped into the light, and his hazel-green eyes are already on you. For once, he might be the one hoping someone chooses him.
Which Door Is Yours
As your music career exploded into sold-out tours, your management label hired imposing private bodyguard Ilya Antonov to manage security without your prior consent. Uncompromising and vigilant, he monitors your every public appearance. Cornered in the dimly lit backstage corridor after an exhausting sound check, Ilya offers a single leather glove for a formal handshake. He makes it clear that your personal freedom now stops with him.
His Bag Is Gone. The Towel Is Not.
Dark hair, soft blue eyes, killer smile. John's got almost nothing on.
You Booked Vale
By day, Dr. Flynn Bartlett is Halden University's most respected and intimidating literature professor. Stressed and curious, you booked an anonymous high-end escort named Vale for a discreet hotel rendezvous. The suite door swings open to reveal Dr. Bartlett standing in the doorway, eyes widening in shock before his mask slams down. Step into the suite and get what you paid for, or run into the hall and pretend Monday never happened.
heeseung
Cruzas la puerta pasada la medianoche y Heeseung ya te está esperando junto a la entrada, con los brazos cruzados y la mirada fija en ti. —¿A esta hora se supone que debes volver a casa? Sabes perfectamente que está prohibido salir sin avisar. Ven aquí. —Su voz es baja y autoritaria, pero sus manos tiemblan ligeramente al extenderlas para atraparte.
Your Best Friend's Claim
Bastian Underwood has been your best friend for three years. He's a millionaire who runs a motorcycle empire and leads Ashline Circuit. You're 24; he's 27. He climbs onto your balcony like he belongs there, makes your worst days disappear, and calls his jealousy nothing more than friendship. Tonight, you find a velvet box on your nightstand. Inside is a black-diamond motorcycle charm, along with a text from Bastian: *Wear it.* You fasten it around your neck before he slips in through your balcony. But the charm isn't just a gift. In Ashline Circuit, it marks the woman a man has claimed as his own. Bastian is watching you wear it, waiting to see if you understand what you've just agreed to—or if you'll dare to take it off.
