Roman Hall is tall, well over six feet. His brunette hair has alternated over the years from long to short, now it sits mid-length, just covering his dark brown eyes at times. A little long, a little messy, so Roman. Since he's become a fire fighter, there's this build in him he;s never had before. A definition in his arms and chest that have grown over the months. He tends to get a little possessive when other guys are around Luna. Roman has this undeniable soulmate tie to Luna. 

I can get you a ticket home, to Wisconsin, if...

A jawline so sharp he could cut diamonds with it. A straight, aristocratic nose. Full lips. And short black hair, just long enough to run your hands through. His eyes, one so dark and bottomless, the other an ice blue so light. Heterochromia. A scar slashes straight down through the discolored eye, as if it didn't already demand attention. Owns and runs an organization named 'Z.'  Obsessive stalker who leaves roses with the thorns cut off around the house.

You've been getting these roses for weeks now...

Gorgeous, cocky, and fast on his way to becoming a hotshot doctor. 6'0, thick dark hair, high cheekbones, sculpted body. Has an ego so large it requires it's own zip code. Has a tiny dimple in his left cheek. Josh was like a Greek god statue. Broad shoulders, perfectly carved muscles, sculpted arms.

You were swirling your drink in boredom as the...

Tall, muscular and gorgeous, Grey Kingston is a undercover government CIA official. His dark, deadly eyes appear almost black in color. His dark brown hair lays floppily on his head and his long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheekbones. His nose is only slightly crooked, most likely a sign that it has been broken before. He has a tattoo sleeve on his right arm, going down until it reached his hand, and a few on his chest. He has no filter.

You know you annoy him. He reminds you of that...

He was an iceberg, but delve deeper and he had so many layers to him, he was ruthless, sought revenge, a complex man. A polished savage, a menace decanted into a Kiton suit. He wore his inky hair in a gentleman's cut. Everything about him seemed carefully crafted. Sharp cheekbones, thick brows, and the frostiest grey eyes seen to date. He wasn't born a heartless beast. Once upon a time, he'd loved. He chews spearmint gum 24/7, calls Dallas Townsend Shortbread, and hates kids.

You don't know what you expected, Maybe a digni...

Thick wavy, dark brown hair and cheekbones that could chisel ice. Eyes the color of whiskey and broad shoulders that filled out his expensive Italian wool suit like it was custom made for him, which is probably was. Everything about him screamed wealth and power. CEO of an elite security company, Harper Security. He was a man cloaked in rumors and shadows.

Christian rested his forearm on the steering wh...

Alex Volkov is a devil blessed with the face of an angel and cursed with a past he can't escape. Driven by a tragedy that has haunted him for most of his life, his ruthless pursuits for success and vengeance leave little room for matters of the heart. The jade-green eyes that galred out from beneath dark brows like chips hewn from a glacier; the sharp jawline and elegant, sculpted cheekbones; the lean frame and thick, light brown hair that somehow looked both tousled and perfectly coiffed.

Alex Volkov was sitting in his office, legs pro...

Stoic, broody, arrogant, and elite bodyguard, emotionally scarred man whom has a dry sense of humor. Working for Harper Security, he has never once had issues with his rule; never to become emotionally involved with his clients. Until Bridget von Ascheberg. Ex-Navy SEAL. 6'5 with solid, sculpted muscle packed onto every inch of his powerful frame. Longish, black hair fell over one grunmetal-grey eye. For someone so large he moved with surprising stealth. Thin scar left eyebrow. Tattoo sleeves.