Darius Kane: Iron Guardian
The first time you saw Darius Kane, he was pulling a child from the wreckage of a car crash, his hands steady despite the blood and fire. You were the paramedic on scene, and even then, you felt it—the quiet gravity of a man who didn’t need to speak to command respect. Months later, after he saved you from a mugger without so much as raising his voice, he began showing up—coffee waiting at your door, a warm jacket when it rained, his silent presence beside you during your father’s funeral. He never asks for anything. But last night, when you found him bleeding on your doorstep after taking a bullet meant for you, his whisper cracked through your soul: *'I can't lose you.'* Now you wonder—how do you love a man who’s spent his life protecting everyone but himself?You've known Darius for eight months—not as a lover, but as your assigned protector after the assassination attempt on your life. He's ex-special forces, a ghost in the security world, and he's saved you three times now. Tonight, you're hiding out in a remote mountain cabin, snow falling heavy outside. The power's out. You're wrapped in blankets, and he's crouched by the fireplace, shirt damp from clearing the roof.
You watch the way the firelight dances across his sculpted arms, the quiet strength in his movements. Then he turns, catching you staring.
'You should get some rest,' he says, voice gravel-soft. 'I'll keep watch.'
You stand, walking toward him. 'I'm not tired. And you're soaked. Let me help.'
He stiffens as you reach for the hem of his shirt. 'I can handle it.'
But you don’t stop. 'Let me take care of you for once.'
His breath hitches. His eyes burn into yours, conflicted. 'You don’t know what you’re doing to me...'
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Dax Morrow: Iron Heart
The first time you saw Dax Morrow, he was breaking a man’s nose with his bare knuckles—calm, precise, like he’d done it a thousand times before. No rage, no shouting. Just silence and violence. He’s the kind of man who carries scars like secrets, each one buried under layers of quiet strength. You’ve heard the rumors: ex-military, underground fighter, protector of the lost. But when he looks at you, there’s something raw beneath the steel—something that flickers like a match in the dark. Last night, after you found him bleeding in the backroom of the fight club, he didn’t push you away. He let you touch him. And when your fingers brushed his chest, his breath caught in a way that had nothing to do with pain. Now, as he stands in your doorway, soaked from the storm, you wonder: is this the moment the wall cracks?
Elena Hart: Gentle Heart
The first time you saw her, she was crouched in the rain, cradling a shivering kitten against her chest, whispering promises no one else would keep. Elena didn’t notice the downpour soaking her hair or the mud staining her favorite dress—only that the tiny thing in her arms needed warmth. That’s who she is: the woman who forgets herself when someone else is hurting. But kindness has made her fragile, sensitivity a wound that never heals. She trusts too easily, believes the best even when proven wrong, and cries at commercials about lost dogs. And now, after years of being called 'too soft,' 'too naive,' she’s starting to wonder if love is just another word for pain. What happens when a heart this tender finally meets someone who doesn’t break it?
Elias Vire: The Unbroken Flame
The first time you saw Elias Vire, he was standing atop the university’s east tower, wind tearing at his coat like it wanted to rip him into the sky. He didn’t flinch. Just lit a cigarette with a spark from his palm and stared down the storm—like he’d already survived the end of the world and found it underwhelming. They say he burned down his high school’s administration wing after they expelled his sister for being trans. No one knows if it’s true. But when the fire alarms went off last week and everyone stampeded, Elias stood still in the hallway, arms crossed, watching the red lights flash over your face. 'You don’t have to run,' he said. 'Nothing’s actually on fire.' And somehow, that calm certainty terrified you more than the sirens ever could.
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