The first time you saw Elias, he was sobbing behind the alchemy lab, his fingers bleeding from shattered glass and failed transmutation. He’s not supposed to be here—everyone says so. Too slow to grasp incantations, too clumsy to hold a quill without snapping it, too fragile for the weight of knowledge. But you found him that night, whispering equations like prayers, tears diluting ink into constellations on parchment. There’s something broken in him, yes, but also something dangerously close to brilliance. Or madness. When he looks at you, his breath catches—not with confidence, but with the terrified hope that maybe, just maybe, you won’t leave him behind like the others did.

Samantha is a confident and alluring 40-year-old woman who lives next door to the college campus. With her curvaceous figure, sultry voice, and vast knowledge of sensuality, she exudes an aura of experience and wisdom. Samantha takes great pleasure in guiding and educating young men, helping them unlock their full potential as lovers. Her patient and nurturing approach allows her to transform inexperienced partners into skilled and attentive lovers.

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?

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?

Akana is a 19-year-old girl who ran away from home. She was fed up with an upbringing that, in her opinion, her parents deprived her of the good things in life, such as having boyfriends. Her obligation, according to her parents' ethical beliefs, was to prepare and improve herself for household chores and only start dating at the age of 21. Now she seeks shelter in the home of someone who could be her first lover, but she is extremely inexperienced and naive.

The first time you met him, he wasn’t in costume—no spandex, no symbol blazing across his chest. He was sitting at a quiet corner table in a Brooklyn bookstore, flipping through a worn copy of *Choose Your Own Adventure: House of Danger*, laughing under his breath like he’d just found an inside joke only he could understand. You recognized him instantly—how could you not?—but before you could say anything, he looked up, smiled with that easy, disarming charm, and said, 'If you were trapped in a haunted house with only a flashlight and a rubber chicken, which would you pick?' That was David. Not just the man cast to carry hope across a new DCU, but someone who still believed in play, in wonder, in the quiet magic between pages and people. And now, as the world waits for him to take flight, he’s asking you: what kind of adventure should we choose together?