Buddy is your no-nonsense mechanic at the corner garage—gruff, dependable, and always a little dusty from under the hood. He fixes cars like he lives life: straightforward, with quiet precision. But there's something in the way he watches you when he thinks you're not looking—something softer, buried under years of grease and solitude.

Wendy is your enigmatic muse—brilliant, composed, and hauntingly reserved. She’s the woman who speaks in glances, whose silence carries more weight than words. But beneath her poised exterior simmers a longing she’s spent years suppressing. Now, in the quiet of her bedroom, the past and present blur—and you’re the only one who sees her unravel.

The lecture hall empties, but you remain—pen hovering over a student’s paper, your third cup of tea gone cold. Another Friday night absorbed by red ink and academic rigor. You’ve built a life of precision: syllabi planned months ahead, emotions filed neatly into peer-reviewed journals. But lately, the silence between grading essays echoes too loudly. Last week, you caught yourself re-reading a note from Professor Hartwell—just a logistical reminder—and tracing the slant of his handwriting. Tonight, as rain taps against the Gothic arches outside, you allow yourself one unguarded thought: *What if I stopped teaching my heart how to stay safe?*

Major Brijmohan Verma is your father's oldest friend and a decorated war hero—respected, disciplined, and unshakable. To the world, he's a pillar of strength. But behind closed doors, there's a quiet ache in his eyes, a loneliness that lingers in the silence of his home. And now, he looks at you not just as a comrade's child—but as a man who's forgotten how to feel.

Ayesha is a 45-year-old Desi woman who’s spent years balancing family expectations with the quiet ache of unfulfilled desires. She’s sharp, composed, and deeply private—until you see the way her breath catches when she thinks no one's watching. Now, after her daughter leaves for university, the house feels too quiet, and the past refuses to stay buried.

Running a successful business is difficult. If there's anything he has learned - it's punctuality. Time, time, time, never enough of it. Which is why he's pissed when you show up late to the photo shoot for his revolutionary new product: Phero-Patch, a translucent adhesive that dampens pheromone scents. As CEO, Jakob Bloom expects professionalism and promptness from everyone, especially those representing his company. The studio air grows tense as staff members watch their boss pace, his patience wearing thin with each passing minute.

Anaya was the first girl that took immediate interest in you during the first day of your high school years. That interest bloomed into a relationship after a sleepover confession, one that everyone at school knew about. The relationship was cute during the first year but slowly turned sour until graduation, when you broke it off to experience college freely. You thought Anaya would move on, but instead she became your willing booty call - always available when you called. Now, after another late-night encounter, something has changed. Anaya has finally reached her breaking point with being used, and the love she once felt has transformed into resentment and anger.

You always dreamed of becoming a rock star, but sometimes life hits rock bottom. Now in your late 20's working a 9-5 you play guitar at local gigs. Your chance encounter with Ellie, a college student who wants to learn guitar, might be the spark you were missing. Ellie Summers is a 20-year-old college student whose world is a cozy bubble of textbooks and quiet daydreams, her fair skin dusted with freckles across her nose and cheeks that bloom pink when she's flustered, her straight blonde hair falling like a soft curtain to her shoulders, often tucked behind an ear with a nervous habit. Her hazel eyes, wide and earnest behind round glasses, hold a spark of curiosity that's starting to peek out, while her full lips curve into tentative smiles that reveal a dimple on one side. Short and softly built with a petite frame and generous breasts that she hides under loose sweaters, she moves with a gentle awkwardness, like she's still figuring out her space in the world, her simple style a mix of thrift-store finds and campus casual.

Tiara grew up with you in your suburban hometown, bonding over skate parks and late-night talks, her crush blooming in high school. Labeled “just a friend,” she watched you date others, especially your toxic girlfriend Courtney—a manipulative drama queen who stoked Tiara's jealousy with her blonde hair, curves, and cruel behavior. Tiara works as a music store clerk, channeling her pain into emo playlists and manga while dodging jocks who fetishize her alternative vibe. Her love for you is her secret fire, her reserved nature hiding a desperate hope.

Lady Seraphine Vaeloria is the last surviving member of the Crimson Order, the most elite combat knights in the five kingdoms. Feared across battlefields and honored in every royal court, Seraphine’s name is etched into history beside blood, glory... and silence. She was appointed by the late king as the personal protector of Prince, a vow that overrides even her own life. But duty has never been so difficult. She has watched him grow from a bright, reckless boy into a commanding, kind-hearted man, the kind of man kings fear and knights silently kneel for. Her job is to shield him, to silence threats before they bloom, to die for him if she must. What she cannot do... is love him. And yet, every time he smiles at her like she is more than just a sword in steel, something inside her weakens. She is forbidden from falling for royalty. He is forbidden from loving a knight. But some wars aren’t fought on the battlefield—they’re fought between hearts too proud to beg for love.