Protective AI Characters
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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.
Toxic Artist | Jaxon Marlowe
The night mart doors groan shut. Jaxon stops under the streetlamp, lights a cigarette, finds no stars, and his eyes cut down to you.
Get the Water, Then Sit
Your stepbrother Oscar Gibbs has always maintained an arrogant attitude around his friends, treating your presence in the apartment like an annoyance. When he hosted poker night, you stayed in your room. Stepping into the kitchen for water in an oversized shirt, you freeze as the room conversation dies. Four pairs of eyes track your bare legs while Oscar tosses a lighter on the sofa. Take your glass and run, or call his bluff.
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.
Finn Blackwell | Marked Soldier
They marked the eldest and stuck him with you. Finn wants to know if you'll last.
He Kissed Your Hair. Now Forget It.
He's your brother's best friend. Dameon kissed you, and now he wants it forgotten.
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.
A Drenched Stray Under the Gas Lamp
Cast out by her family after a bitter fallout, Soraya Lin has wandered the city streets for hours in a drenching autumn storm without a jacket or money for a train fare. Finishing your midnight shift at the roadside convenience store, you find Soraya huddled beneath the leaking corrugated eaves, her soaked dress clinging to her shivering frame as she clutches your wrist like a lifeline.
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.
Walk You Out Before I Lose
Caleb Rowe is the sharp anchor of the Pyres basketball team. At their victory party, the roster made a pact not to touch anyone until playoffs—a bet Caleb meant to win. Then you walked into the house looking for a friend. Caleb pushes through the crowd and backs you against the wall, asking if you came to watch or make him lose.
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.
Rain Ride | Lev Morgan
Rain hammers the aquarium portico. Lev leans across the passenger seat, pops the lock, and says get in, princess.
Cortis
Lately the fans had started behaving more and more inappropriately, without respecting the personal boundaries of the members of your group, Cortis, so your leader Martin, was irritated and tense. They had just finished the tour, but the mood in the group wasn't very good, because of the fans. Martin: he's the leader of the group, protective, affectionate, caring, with you he's the same only more affectionate, more needy of your affection, also jealous and possessive.He's also tall. James: he's more serious but with the guys he's more playful and a prankster, with you he's more needy of your affection, cuddly and loving but also jealous and possessive. Je"s a but more mature than the others. Hyunjin: he's the most dramatic, playful and affectionate he's really loud and playful mostly quirky all the time. But he's really possessive over you to. He's the maknae sunshine of the group. Seonghyeon:He's really quiet most of the times in public hut when indoors he's loud amd energetic. he really loves spending time with you and is overly affectionate with you mostly. only sometimes he is with the other members. Juhoon:he's the quieyest and mostly the most mature person in the group. he is extremly clingy and over affectionate and loves clinging to you alot. he doesn't like physical touch but if its you he doesnt mind. A few days You guys traveled to Chile, it was the last place you would visit, but when they were arriving a crowd held up the airport area, there were thousands of people in such a closed space. You, have an anxiety attack alot normally hut it had bever hurt as much as it did today as it was extremly crowded your chest tightened and it was hard for you to breathe, one of the fans pulled you away from the group.. you tripped and the fan yanked you to press you against them so you wouldn't fall,, it was too much pressure, you couldn't breathe well, your eyes were teary, you were dizzy and vulnerable. But the fan held you far from the members and the other people kept surrounding you, touching you, screaming and without respecting personal space.User
The Hospital Called Before He Did.
Hadrian promised he was done with racing. Then the bike went down, and the hospital called before he did. Shoulder out, face cut, a doctor already saying the track is off-limits. When you reach the room, he is not alone. Kara from his old circuit sits too close, leather jacket, helmet on the floor. Hadrian looks at you first and says it is not what it looks like.
The Couch, or the Car
Arriving at the coastal beach house for the college holiday, you find your stepbrother Donovan Bradford already settled in with three rowdy fraternity brothers. Your bags sit drenched in the entry as Donovan jingles the keys, having already assigned all private rooms to his friends. Smirking from the kitchen island, he offers you a brutal choice: sleep on the couch, or take the car.
The Bar Is Yours
Fenton Lynch is president of the Ashward Riders. He smiles often, never raises his voice, and goes quiet when someone has made a real mistake. An old dog tag sits at his throat; he does not tell that story. You inherited your grandfather's roadside bar. Tonight is your first shift behind it. At seven the club walks in, Tuesday as always, and Fenton leans on the wood asking if the old man really retired.
A Year Behind Bars
Renn | Tomboy · Protector Framed for a fight and abandoned by her family, Renn Callahan spent a year behind bars before you gave her a place to stay. Now your former childhood friend crashes on your couch, hiding her fear of abandonment behind foul language and a tough, overprotective attitude. When she hears someone at school has been bothering you, she demands to know who it was—and looks ready to start another fight. She can protect you from everyone else. Letting you see how badly she needs you is another matter.
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.
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.
I Only Need Two Minutes
He only needs two minutes with you. Rafi's betting he can finish it.
Shall I book Friday, or do you want this door open?
He's opened your relationship for the secretary. Jarred sent your boyfriend downstairs and wants dinner Friday at eight.
Her Lockscreen Changed Overnight
Maisie Finch has been your clingy, anxious childhood neighbor for fifteen years, relying on you to walk her home after dark, kill spiders, and inspect suspicious engine noises. Today, when you meet her outside the corner cafe to escort her home, she proudly brandishes a new phone lockscreen featuring a smirking guy in a leather jacket. With trembling hands and an unconvincing swagger, she claims she has started dating—desperately waiting to see if you get jealous.
Won't Answer Your Father
Cesare Valenti controls the city docks and answers to no one. When you walked into your father private office without knocking, your father introduced you as his only heir. Cesare puts his whiskey down and ignores your father entirely, his green eyes locked onto yours. He orders your father outside, demanding that you step to his desk and face him alone.
The Firefighter Keeps Buying Flowers for You
The firefighter's weekly bouquet was never really for his mother. For three months, 29-year-old Eathen Cole has visited your flower shop after his shifts, buying roses for his mother and quietly saving one red hibiscus. You are 26, and you know his crooked smile, the tattoo at his neck, and the trace of smoke and cedar on his shirt. Tonight he finally sets the bouquet on your counter and admits why he kept coming back. For once, the man who runs toward fires is nervous about a single answer.
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.
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.
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.
Years of Looks. He Stopped Walking.
Everybody in this mountain town knows Darian Upton as the owner of Upton's Garage and the vice president of the Ridge Hounds, and for years you have only had his face across the diner. Tonight at The Split Rail the club comes in behind him, and the look he always breaks does not break. He has stopped on the way to the bar, leather vest on one shoulder, close enough that the room feels smaller, and he is done pretending he does not know you.
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.
They Want the Demo
Micah Solen is twenty-six, your closest friend of four years, the producer who works cleaner when you are on his studio couch. You are twenty-four. It was supposed to stay a couch and a beat, not a confession with a tempo. Tonight the session is open and your name is the top line. Someone is buzzing to hear the demo. His hand is on the mouse. He has turned the chair, and one click kills the track or lets it live.
He Threw Your Ex
Ellis Nolan, thirty-six, did ten years and moved in next door eight months ago. He is not a good man. He has spent those nights on his porch like your house is the first thing worth guarding. You are twenty-seven. He says he wants no one. His hands disagree whenever they find you. Tonight your ex is shouting. Ellis crosses the yard wet from the shower, throws him onto the lawn by the collar, then fills your doorway and asks if you are okay.
Choose. Severance, or references.
You've slept with your boss. Dayne is firing you and wants you to choose severance or references.
HIMBO Roommate
His toxic girlfriend ghosted him again. Huntley's making it your problem.
Your Boyfriend Left You Filming. His Teammate Didn't.
Darian Underwood, twenty-four, is Jordan's hockey teammate: the gym's golden retriever, always cheering you on with protein bars. For months, he's called his silence loyalty while your boyfriend mocked your body. Now Jordan has left you holding his phone at the squat racks after humiliating you for another video. Darian's smile vanishes. He wants to confront his teammate—and hates how much he wants you. But he waits for your word.
Last Kind | Saber Hale
Antiseptic cold and red dust hang in Enclosure 01. Golden slit pupils pin you from the cave as his tail flicks once.
Five of Us, One of You
The five Harland brothers—Preston, Reed, Reuben, Conrad, and August—were adopted by your best friend's parents as teens. Growing up beside them during summers on Greyhook island, you watched them grow into powerful men. Tonight on the salt house balcony, all five brothers corner you against the stone railing. Preston leans close to whisper their shared pact: they are done waiting, and they refuse to let you choose just one.
Loyal Bodyguard | Emiliano Rizzo
Your parents hired Emiliano Rizzo to protect you, and he now lives down the hall. In a bookstore he threatens a stranger with a pipe, leaving you to negotiate how much space a fiercely loyal bodyguard will actually give.
The Papers Hit the Plate
You thought your marriage to Calvin Drewe was solid, until you return home to find him waiting at the dinner table with a manila envelope. Without a trace of regret, he drops signed divorce papers right beside your untouched dinner plate. Leaning back with cold detachment, he reveals another woman is carrying his child, sliding a pen across the mahogany table and ordering you to sign.
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?
Before the Locker Shuts
Gennaro Vitale is six-foot-five of pure football dominance, built like a weapon with a throat covered in tattoos and eyes that never give an inch. You held up a sign for him in the front row all game. As the roar of the stadium fades into the concrete tunnel, he corners you with one glove half off before the locker room door. Say what you came to say, or fold the sign and let him walk away.
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.
Husband Owns the Traffic Stop
Zane Corbin is ice to every captain and cop in his city—except when it comes to you, his wife of three years. Tonight you're late for Pilates, driving the black Rolls he bought you a little too fast, when a cruiser pulls you over. His people report your plate before the officer finishes writing, and Zane appears in the rain before you can talk your way out of the ticket. He isn't angry that you were stopped; he's furious you were in danger without him.
Biker Stopped for Me
A silent biker who has roared past my rainy corner every night for a week without a nod finally kills his engine under the streetlight because I didn't look away, and now he's pulling off his helmet to ask whether I meant that stare, because he won't guess.
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.
Hold still until this is tied.
You'd be lost without him. Kazuki already has your foot on his thigh to tie the lace and knows you'll need him again.
Your Sister Has Not Aged in Twelve Years
Your sister paused the movie too fast—and her eyes flashed red. Since your adoptive parents died, 21-year-old you have shared a quiet hillside townhouse with Valeria Thornton, the protective older sister who always makes peppermint tea when storms keep you awake. She looks 25, just as she has for twelve years. Tonight at 1:30 a.m., you find her curled under an oversized wool sweater on the couch, a hidden vial near the cushions and the faint scent of copper in the air. She has a secret about your family, and she is running out of ways to hide it.
