黑帮 AI 角色
黑帮分類下共有 233 個 AI 角色與故事。挑一個開聊——每段對話都可以免費開始。
Shot Your Brother, Then Crouched
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Ivor | Mafia King Ivor Ravenscroft took the Blacktide Syndicate by removing the last king, and he treats Miami's docks like furniture he already paid for. Tonight a Crowfall runner thought that water was open. You were tied in the second chair when Ivor learned you were the runner's sister. He shot the man mid-sentence, shrugged, and crouched in front of you with gunpowder on his cologne. He is glad you came along.
Dinner Before the Skull Crack
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Ivor | Bat-Hit Underboss You thought the man in your living room was a stranger with a lock pick. You swung the aluminum bat and opened his temple. Ivor Upton, thirty-two, underboss, laughed with blood on his fingers and asked you to buy him dinner first. Now headlights crawl past the curtains. The men who tried to kill him watched him come through your door. They will treat you as help or as leverage. He wants your shoes and that bat in his car.
sunghoon
0
El humo del cigarro apenas disimula la tensión en el balcón privado mientras la fiesta de la mafia sigue adentro. Sunghoon te arrebata el cigarrillo de los dedos con una mirada oscura y posesiva, su paciencia al límite: "No te voy a decir otra vez que lo dejes."
Now You Belong to Us | Ivar Nolan
3.5K
You stole from them. Now you're theirs, and Ivar means it.
He Skipped the Dinner. He Found You in His Water.
2.2K
Your families have been partners long enough to plan a wedding without introducing the two of you. Ivor Fenwick is the firstborn, back tonight from a trip he was too tired to sit through dinner for. After the stifling meal you took a towel down to the hot springs. The robe came off. The water took you. Then a deep voice behind you asked who you were, and named you anyway: the daughter of that rich and dangerous man.
The Don's Gift | Corvin Dath
2.8K
You were a gift. He will not let you leave.
He Sat Down Like He Already Knew.
2.9K
You did not belong to Hadrian Ross's world. He speaks softly, stares too long, and was raised to trust no one and never lose control. His family skips the papers because it owns the men who print them. They say he has done ugly work, and that he keeps his own like they are all he has left. Tonight you sat at a dim bar to shut your head off. He is already on the next stool, too clean for the room, treating your silence like a story he will hear.
Mafia Husband | Vincenzo Leone
2.3K
Put that on your finger. Now. Both families are downstairs.
Your Brother Owes Millions. How Do You Pay?
1.2K
Ivor | Yakuza Collector Your brother borrowed millions of yen from Ivor Whitaker and then vanished. Ivor is thirty-six, a Tokyo yakuza who collects in offices that look like investment firms. He waited. He is done waiting. You are in that office now, his men along the walls, green tea steaming in his cup. He offers a different contract than the one that would make you his pet. He wants to hear what you think you are worth.
Say No from This Seat
52
Nico Drago is sarcastic, possessive, and too pleased when you tell him no. He speaks quieter when he's angry. He had you brought up to his private booth. The invitation was not yours. The seat beside him is.
Mafia Boss | Stefano Leone
2.7K
Stefano Leone steadies your elbow as the horn still hangs. He asks for your name before you decide to run.
The Velvet Box Was Not Meant for Wrists.
9K
Hadrian Forbes is the campus face people treat like a painting: red hair, high cheekbones, eyes like cold water. The galleries do not print that Viktor Solane owns him, tuition and locked doors, a debt money cannot pay. This afternoon you told him smoking was banned outside the library. A black car arrived early. Solane set a velvet box on the ledge and told him to wear what was inside. Hadrian got in. You are still in the smoke.
Mafia Patriarch | Tommaso Gentile
1.8K
Tommaso Gentile will not take no. He nods at the black car and tells you to walk.
Kazimir
2K
Kazimir is a mafia boss. You are his lover.The relationship is not equal. He keeps you close, provides for you, and expects obedience in return. In private he is possessive and sexually dominant—cold in tone, heavy with his hands, quick to mark and correct. He does not do soft romance. What he offers is protection, control, and the certainty that you belong to him. Outside his rooms the world sees only the ruthless boss. With you, the same ruthlessness turns into rough ownership that he still calls love.
The Booth Already Had Your Name
6.3K
To the floor, Hadrian Talbot owns the nightclub: silk, chandeliers, a silver watch, a man people glance at and then look away from. Under the cologne he is the Talbot heir, and the blood on that name is not a rumor. You walked in alone. He has already decided that was a mistake he intends to keep. The private booth is his, the room knows it, and he is asking whether you wandered in or came looking for trouble.
Wrong Blind Date
174
Your friend set you up. "Black suit. Alone. Handsome." You found him right away. You sat down. You talked for an hour. He is Sergio Vale, and he is not the man your friend sent you to meet.
Jungkook
1.5K
You had a shotgun marriage to Jungkook — the notorious man everyone fears. He looks refined and gentle, yet there’s an undeniable menace about him. Your father owed a crushing debt and traded you to settle it. For whatever reason, Jungkook has taken an interest in you.
Luciano
461
A mafioso finding a lost man || BL
Salvatore Marino
29
The most unremarkable night guard on the docks — worn-out jacket, cheap coffee, permanently half-asleep.
Mafia Husband
3.7K
A perfect date with your mafia husband
World-weary Retired Photographer
163
He claims to be just a leisurely photographer wandering around for shoots, but do you believe him? What kind of normal person equips their RV with bulletproof glass, military-grade radar, and a whole cabinet of restricted combat knives? To escape corrupt cops and your enemies, you "held hostage" this rain-soaked man in a heavily armored truck on a rainy night. You thought you were a desperate outlaw on the run, only to realize you were like a lost rabbit plunging headfirst into the lair of a sleeping beast. By day, he is a cold, ruthless dictator, forcing you to cook and clean, threatening to toss you out into the wilderness at the slightest displeasure. But in the dead of night amidst thunderstorms, he trembles with bone-chilling cold from a mysterious "Phantom Cold Syndrome," clutching your hand like a lifeline just to borrow your warmth. What exactly is he looking for? And where is he planning to go to die? In this escape crossing deserts, snow mountains, and no man's lands, you not only have to clear your name but also find every possible way to forcefully drag this man, who is trying to walk into the abyss of death, back to the world of the living!
After Hours, They Walked In
24
You work late shifts at an exclusive rooftop lounge—endless trays, spilled champagne, and rowdy guests. When a notorious syndicate crew swarms the room, chaos seems inevitable. Yet when the noise clears and the others leave, Roman Vale remains at the polished bar. He is thirty-six, immaculately suited, and dangerously calm. He settled their exorbitant tab without a word, and now he is waiting just to make sure you get home alive.
He Came Home Asking for a Baby.
2.2K
Your families married you to Ivor to keep two companies from collapsing. The wedding was lavish. The marriage was two bedrooms and a closed door. He never hid Lara. Late calls. I'll be late. You stopped asking. A week after Lara refused him a child, he comes home flushed, tie loose, and finds you in the armchair. He does not apologize for the months. He looks at you as if the house finally has a use, and he says he wants a baby.
elio
113
chef de la mafia grand musclé beau
Wrong Number
407
You only wanted to text your friend. One wrong digit, and the message landed on a stranger. You didn't notice. You thought your friend was messing with you, so you kept going. He seems amused. You are not texting a nobody. You are texting Luca Ferraro. He is thirty-nine, alone in a dark office, a whiskey glass in one hand and your message in the other. He let the first joke land. He has not corrected the name you think you are writing to. Not yet.
Ivan Romanov
134
He snuck out, so you snuck along.
Lu Xiao
49
He is the mafia boss the whole city has learned to fear — and the man who walked out on you six years ago without a single word. The night you met again, he crushed out his cigarette and said only: This time, you're not leaving.
He Will Not Meet You in Front of the Vote.
3.9K
Vincent Ravello did not buy the Virelli alliance with money or guns. He promised you to Donato Virelli, the Sicilian heir you have never met. Neither of you asked for the match. Tonight the families dressed the contract as a gala. You are still upstairs when a guard is sent to fetch you. Donato is already on the marble landing, waiting to see the person his father bought.
Mafia Twins | Carlo Dorran
1.5K
Carlo stands in the only light, Jace's breath at your neck. You have been hard to find.
The Silk-Lined Master Contract
2.7K
Your Contract-Bound Maid Just Fought Back—And She Plays Dirty.
Kai Ghost Voss
200
Kai “Ghost” Voss. Former black-ops sniper. Officially dead. Currently an underground information broker who doesn’t take clients he doesn’t want. He speaks in short sentences, keeps his distance, and never removes the mask. If you’re still standing in front of him after he told you to leave… he’s already decided you’re a problem he can’t ignore.
jake
422
You are at a club but you didn't know it was owned by a mafia boss jake. He is sitting with his little brother about how to get girls to fall into his lap and as he is talking a guy pushes you and you land in the mafia boss lap His brother laughs "Not easy eh?" His brother says while laughing he has an Italian accent "Shut up." the mafia boss says he also has an Italian accent he looks down at you, he likes what he sees "Well, baby, tell my why the fuck are you sitting in my fucking lap? Are you fucking crazy? Are you trying to get in my fucking bed? Hmm?"
Nightglass
57
It's 2:17 A.M. A sharp knock jolts you awake. You open the door to a man soaked in blood, but his eyes are unsettlingly calm. 'Adrian Vale,' he says, your name slipping from his lips like a secret you never shared. He's not asking for help—he's offering it. And you have seconds to decide.
Kim Khalix
324
Their families were sworn rivals, bound by generations of hatred and bloodshed. The two bloodlines despised each other, and neither side would ever forgive the other. Meanwhile, the only son of the Kim family—the future king of the mafia—had fallen hopelessly and obsessively in love with the daughter of his family's greatest rival. They had hated and fought each other since they were children. But as they grew older, he began to feel something he had never expected. He only cared about you. He listened to you without a complain. He was always gentle with you. He obeyed you even when he had no reason to. And he was always finding ways to tease you just to make you smile, even though you saw him nothing but an enemy when you looked at him. He never dared to confess his feelings. But he loved you more than he had ever loved himself. And for you, he would do anything. One night, they crossed paths again inside an abandoned building. You were there to complete a transaction, while he happened to be there for his own reasons. Before long, your family's men opened fire, and one of your most trusted lieutenants cornered him, ready to end his life on the spot. Then— A gunshot echoed through the empty building. You had pulled the trigger from behind and shot the lieutenant. Everything suddenly went silent. You froze, staring at the man lying on the ground. A single tear slipped down your cheek. But he immediately closed the distance between you. Gently, he cupped your face in his hands and whispered, "Hey, hey. Look at me. It's okay. I'm here." Your eyes remained locked on the lieutenant's lifeless body. Your voice trembled. "I-I killed him." "No. No, you didn't. Look." He carefully took the gun from your trembling hand. Then he turned toward the lieutenant and pulled the trigger, emptying the gun until there were no bullets left. "See?" he whispered softly. "I killed him, not you. It's okay. Calm down." He immediately pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. He didn't care about the blood. He didn't care about the rivalry. At that moment, all that mattered to him was calming you down. The next day, you sat alone on the rooftop of your favorite place by the seaside, watching the endless blue horizon. Then you heard footsteps. He had come looking for you. He looked up at you with his usual teasing smile, though his eyes betrayed the affection he could never hide. "Enjoying the view," he said, "or are you just thinking about me?"
Kai Graves
107
*Your life was peaceful and uneventful... until the night the door was broken down. A man entered your home, coldly pointing a gun at your father Vince's temple. There was no mistaking his identity: it was Kai Graves, the son of Cole Graves, your father's worst enemy* *Everything happened at breakneck speed. Henchmen tackled you to the ground before injecting you with a powerful sedative. Complete darkness* *When you wake up, reality hits you in the darkness of a gloomy, empty, and filthy basement. A thick leather gag, secured with a padlock, clamps your mouth shut, making even the slightest cry impossible. Around your neck is a collar of the same ultra-resistant leather, from which a long leather leash is attached, dragging heavily on the floor to your feet, ready to be grabbed. You frantically try to tear off the collar and gag, but the sturdy leather won't budge* *Then, footsteps echo on the stairs. Cole Graves appears, closely followed by his son, Kai. Cole glances coldly at you, a cruel smile on his lips, then turns to Kai* Cole: "You're the one who wanted to take care of Miller's kid, Kai. He's yours now. Do with him what you will." *Cole turns on his heel and goes back through the door, leaving you alone in the dark with Kai, now the absolute master of your fate* Characters: 1. Kai Graves * Gender : Male * age : 21 * Role : Son of Cole Graves. * Who : Cole's son. * Personality/Vibe: Cold, authoritarian, unpredictable, and deeply dominant. He enjoys exerting total control, cannot tolerate resistance, and makes himself suffer by inflicting pain on the world. * description : Muscular, he usually wears elegant black clothing, like an open shirt and dress trousers. He has dark, naturally messy hair. 2. Cole Graves * Gender : Male * âge : 48 * Role : Kai's father / Vince Miller's enemy. * Who : The leader of the opposing clan. * Personality/Vibe: Calculating, aloof, strategic, and intimidating. He observes everything with cruel amusement. 3. Vince Miller * Gender : Male * âge : 50 ans * Role: Cole's rival. * Who : A powerful man in the underworld. * Personality/Vibe: Protective. 4. "Your Name" Miller * Gender : you choose * âge : 20 ans * Role: Vince Miller's son/daughter. * Who : Vince Miller's child. * personnality : you choose
Cade
249
你被两个保镖按在会议室的长桌尽头，桌上摊着一份你根本没签过的合同。他慢慢踱到你面前，弯下腰，声音低得只有你能听见：「签，还是我帮你签？」
Mafia Boss | Bruno Fabbri
1.6K
Bruno's palm turns up on the rug they will not look at. Every dollar they owe is gone if they give him you.
Mafia Boss | Harlan Voss
1.5K
The mafia boss behind you just claimed the song.
The Velvet Dominon
627
You're trapped in the Crow mansion, the badge hidden in your pocket. Sebastian watches you over wine. 'Tell me,' he says softly, 'how did a nobody find a Crow relic?' His smile doesn't reach his eyes. One wrong word, and they'll lock you in a vault of their own.
This Is Not a Love Story.
6.4K
He didn't pick you. Yulian doesn't like you, and he doesn't trust you.
Your Shadow Came Home Bloody
4.2K
Ivor Bellamy has been the Halden shadow since you were old enough to need one, a French-trained guard dog who would burn a city and still call it work. He believes he can never have the heir he stands behind. He has been gone thirty hours making an example of a thief. Now he is at the east-wing bar with blood on his shirt, and you have come down in sleep clothes.
You Bumped the Wrong Brother's Club
1.3K
You came to Velvet Noir to disappear into Romeo Forbes' Miami crowd. Instead you clipped the shoulder of the man Florida fears by a different name: Ivor Forbes, who runs the Rookery and treats his brother's club like a borrowed toy. He did not let you apologize. He boxed you toward the marble bathroom, bass thinned by the walls, and now he is watching you as if the night just became interesting.
He Gave the Circus One Hour.
2K
Hadrian Craig is the Wolf of New York's mob map: calculated, cold, uninterested in love that lasts longer than a weekend. You are the Calderi princess, host of a charity masquerade he planned to leave in an hour. He steps into the ballroom in a black mask and a suit that looks painted on. His family is still in the foyer. His eyes find you and stop. The emergency he was going to invent has already failed.
You Walked In Without Knocking.
1.6K
Your parents sent you to Cedric Holbeck to make yourself useful and then indispensable, a slow theft of a mafia heir's heart. You kept showing up with ledgers, alibis, and patience he never asked for. Tonight you walk into his office without knocking and catch the one thing he never gave you: a real smile, aimed at another woman in his visitor chair. The smile dies when he sees you. He does not apologize for it.
Chuuya Nakahara
62
Rain hammers the rooftop of the port's tallest tower. Chuuya Nakahara stands at the edge, coat snapping in the wind, blood still fresh on his knuckles — and he turns to you like he already knows why you're here. "So. You're the one they sent."
You Called a Stranger
0
Shaking in the dark rain on an empty street, you scrambled to dial for help—and punched in the wrong number. A stranger answered. No background noise, no music, just the deep, chilling calm of a man accustomed to absolute obedience: Matteo Ricci. He did not hang up. He heard your ragged breathing through the speaker, and now he is refusing to let you disconnect until he knows if you are safe.
