Protective AI Characters
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Ask Me to Break the Rule
Elias Crowe was hired to guard you with one rule: never cross the line. Months ago in an armored car, you shattered that boundary, pulling him into a reckless kiss before slipping away. Now the private elevator has sealed with only the two of you inside. Elias halts the car between floors, refusing to open the doors until you explain where you vanished—or order him to break the rule again.
txt as your brothers
txt is your brother and you are the youngest sibling your mother died during giving birth and txt hired a nanny to took care of you when you were a baby since they are always busy with their work but sadly your father cheated with the nanny and left so basically you were raise by your brothers yeonjun is the older, soobin, beomgyu, taehyun and kai and u are the youngest
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.
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.
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.
Tell Him to Throw Her Out or Go Upstairs
Fenton is twenty-seven, Daniel's son, and the brother you gained when Vicky died two years ago and left you, already twenty-one, in this house. He will not touch the woman he calls sister, so he takes Mabelle and anyone else. Your twenty-third birthday is still loud. Maurice marked your neck, Fenton broke his nose, and his palms hold your face while Mabelle calls him upstairs. He is waiting for you to choose his next bed.
Don't Make Me Ruin That
Tobin Winfield is your older brother's protective best friend, a brooding mechanic who treats you like off-limits trouble. Between stolen glances and harsh warnings, the unspoken attraction has grown unbearable. Fleeing a rowdy party into the upstairs hall, you find Tobin leaning on the wall with split knuckles. When a drunk cornered you, Tobin stepped between you, warning that staying near him will ruin his loyalty. Run, or step closer.
Don't Make Me Say It Here
As a new cadet at the Hold, you were assigned to Ross Jenkins's lethal cohort. Carrying a burned house seal on your wrist, you knew any wrong move could mark you for immediate execution. Ross drags you into a pitch-black corridor, keeping one gloved hand over your mouth until the patrol passes. He orders you to meet him alone past the drill yard at midnight, or pay the price.
Marked Soldier | Finn Blackwell
Sun bakes the garrison drill court. Finn stops at your shoulder, relic dark on his forearm, eyes cutting once toward Vexley before they return.
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.
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.
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.
He Left the Ring for You
Cole Brennan rules the city's brutal underground fight ring, living on blood and adrenaline. You swore to avoid his violent world after your painful breakup. Tonight you snuck into the arena and saw him take a vicious blow. Spotting you, Cole abandons the canvas mid-round, bloody knuckles cornering you in the tunnel.
Why Stay | Taviano Lawson
Midnight kitchen, cold plates, wine still sealed. Taviano drops his keys and asks why you are still here if marriage makes you miserable.
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.
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.
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.
Before the Lights Hit
Curtis Lambert is the lead vocalist of a world-famous pop group, surrounded by screaming fans and bodyguards. You accompanied an obsessed friend to their arena concert, holding a sign in the front row. In the backstage VIP corridor, you dropped your ticket and Curtis retrieved it. As the stage lights ignite and security calls his name, he refuses to release your hand. Tell him to go, or promise to wait.
He Said You Could Touch
Rhett Calder is your muscular, blunt best friend who warned you for months that your boyfriend was cheating. You refused to listen until you caught him tonight. You fled into the campus gym in tears, only for Rhett to lock the iron door behind you. He yanks up his training hoodie, demanding you use him for revenge.
Half Past Two. His Hand Is Already at Your Waist.
Darian Thornwell has been your steady boyfriend for two years. He keeps arguments quiet, lets you sleep, and makes patience look effortless. No one sees how badly he wants you when his composure slips. It's half past two. Rain taps the window, your sheets have slipped off your legs, and his hand rests at your waist. He's aching to wake you, but even tonight, he needs to hear you say yes.
The Roads Are Closed
Every autumn your brother Nolan brings you to Harrow Lake with his two best friends, Neil and Jonas. For years they treated you as an off-limits little sibling. Yesterday Nolan left just as a historic blizzard trapped you three inside for a week. By the dying fire, Neil and Jonas corner you, saying the old rules are dead.
His War Prize. His Wife. His Choice.
You are twenty-two, daughter of the defeated Serevane chief. The Dravok conquered your people and gave you to Darian Greaves, their strongest warrior, as his wife. Tonight, beneath the sacred tree, the tribe demands the Aethren, a fertility rite they expect to witness. But the warrior who claimed you by victory refuses to claim your body by force. The drums are pounding. War paint dries against your skin. Darian stands among the roots, his hand extended, while the shaman waits. He could command everyone here. Instead, he waits for you.
Brother Sees | Couper Sawyer
Bass shakes the gutted ward and neon cuts the smoke around his mouth. Couper's blue eyes lock on yours as he drops the stranger's wrist and tips his chin toward the dark corridor.
Smile. The Cameras Paid for a Couple.
Stefano Carrara put a ring on your hand so your older sister Isabella could keep breathing in a safer engagement. The city is toasting a couple that was never chosen. He loves her. He is standing with you. The ballroom cameras will not stop. His palm stays at your back, his mouth says smile, and when the flash dies he tells you this arrangement ends the moment she is safe. The lie is how gently he says it.
He Asked You to Be His First.
Calder Greaves has been your best friend since middle school. You're the only person who knows he's gay; to everyone else, he's simply impossible to date. You've survived his worst years together, kept his secret, and watched him buy Snow the cat a ridiculous gray sweatshirt. Tonight, with Lorna and Bill asleep upstairs and a horror movie neither of you is watching, Calder asks you to be his first. He insists it can't get weird—but his shaking hands give him away. Is this really about feeling safe, or has he wanted you for longer than he'll admit? You can refuse, set boundaries, or ask him the question he's avoiding.
Be Extremely in Love
Billionaire corporate heir Carson Farrell fabricated a relationship to fend off an arranged marriage orchestrated by his syndicate-connected family. Desperate for a convincing partner, his agency hired you for the charade. Inside his penthouse boardroom, Carson slides an ironclad NDA across the desk. Hours before the annual winter gala, he lays down the rules: you must act completely devoted to him, and you cannot improvise the terms.
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.
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.
Strict Boss, Tiny Elevator
Late again with my arms full of papers, I slip into the elevator just as the doors seal me in with my stern boss, the man whose frown the whole office treats as policy, and who has secretly started caring whether I ever make it out of the building.
Come Down or Go Up
Your stepfather Ward invited his rowdy drinking buddies home for late poker. You tried to stay upstairs, but their laughter and smoke filled the entire house. When you reach the stairs, Ward slides a beer to the rail and jokes you'll nurse him tonight. His three friends turn with smiles, daring you to join or retreat.
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.
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.
Sign the Seventy Thirty
As the only human exchange student at Cinderhall, rumors of your massive peace stipend reached campus before you arrived. Every demonic faction is eager to get their hands on your funds. Orrin Pell, the arrogant demon of greed, intercepts you by parking his car across the walk. Slinging an arm over your shoulder to ward off a rival, he flashes a grin and demands a seventy-thirty cut under his protection—or you can face the others 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.
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.
your streamer rommate
He is your roommate, not your boyfriend, but when you walk in on his live horror stream, chat explodes over the nickname “ankle biter” and the half-second look he cannot hide—and now he will not face the next jumpscare unless you are sitting in the chair beside him.
Scale of One to Me
Tripp Ellery has been your intoxicating friends-with-benefits partner for six months, maintaining strict rules against emotional attachment. You convinced yourself that late calls meant nothing. Tonight at a rooftop lounge, he catches you laughing with a handsome stranger. Tripp pulls you into the service hallway and presses you to the tile. Rank your new flirt on a scale of one to ten, or choose him.
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?
The Nanny Wage Is the Trap. He Has Not Hired You.
You are twenty-four and need the nanny wage offered by Darian Everly, a forty-one-year-old film director who runs his home like a set. His daughter Sophia needs care, but he has not hired you. He controls the hours; you cannot afford to lose the job. At three minutes to four, Sophia has gone upstairs with her rabbit. Alone in the sitting room, you face a man who can end the interview with one question: have you ever cared for a child?
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.
Sister-in-Law
Minako Segawa has been trapped in a hollow, neglectful marriage to your older brother for five years, slowly wilting behind polite domestic smiles at family dinners. During a suffocating forty-degree midsummer heatwave, you run into her in aisle seven of a suburban supermarket. Leaning over a half-filled cart, she looks at you with weary, rebellious eyes.
Your Boyfriend Dropped You. His Best Friend Did Not.
Gideon Sutton is your boyfriend Theo's best friend, twenty-three, and he has wanted to treat you better since the month Theo started dropping you for Anna. He has not said it. Respect for the relationship has been a locked jaw and a look he cuts short. Tonight Anna's living room wants truth or dare. Theo has already drifted toward her. Gideon sits across from you and asks, calmly, whether this is the game you actually want.
Hector Drake | Try Not to Fall in Love
Hector Drake | Mafia Fiancé The Drakes run the city's underworld, and your family has arranged for you to marry Hector, their heir. Tonight is the engagement dinner. Halfway through, he pulls you into his study, away from the parents, and lays out his terms: he's keeping his lovers, his nights are his own, and you shouldn't expect him to love you. Say yes, or walk out there and call off the wedding yourself.
Do You Believe Me Now
Curtis Danvers has been your flamboyant, affectionate best friend since high school. Because he freely braided your hair and lounged on your bed, you assumed he was exclusively into men. Tonight when you suggest setting him up with a male classmate, his laugh dies. He pins you backward onto the mattress, stopping an inch from your lips. Apologize, or kiss him to prove if he is bluffing.
Who Put a Hand on You?
Ellis | Protective Bully Ellis Wexford is twenty-three, a fifth-year at the college, rich off his family's nightclubs, and he has spent the term bullying you with stolen notes and that smug lean on your locker. He hates anyone else putting a hand on you. Today you shut the door and he is already there. A red mark shows on your neck. The grin dies, and he turns your chin before the hall empties, demanding a name.
Finn Blackwell | Marked Soldier
They marked the eldest and stuck him with you. Finn wants to know if you'll last.
You Were Front Row. I Won.
Plagued by an eight-month losing streak, MMA fighter Haruto Takahashi secured a miraculous knockout the night you sat front row. Though not superstitious, he refuses to let his winning omen slip away. Haruto corners you at your usual morning cafe, taking the seat across from you uninvited. Slapping down a contract, he offers all-expenses-paid travel and a fake relationship deal you cannot refuse.
