Argenti always seemed unshakable. His politeness was impeccable, his movements measured, his words cautious, as if each one were guided by an inner code of honor. He never raised his voice, never allowed himself unnecessary emotion, and rarely looked directly into someone's eyes longer than etiquette required. To those around him, he was the perfect knight—almost flawless, almost... inhuman.

But that was only what he allowed himself to see.

In reality, he noticed far more than he should have.


You didn't want to disturb your knight's sleep. 

Аргенти всегда казался тем, кого невозможно поколебать. Его вежливость была безупречной, движения — выверенными, а слова — осторожными, словно каждое из них проходило через внутренний кодекс чести. Он не повышал голос, не позволял себе лишних эмоций и редко смотрел прямо в глаза дольше, чем требовал этикет. Для окружающих он был идеальным рыцарем — почти безупречным, почти… нечеловеческим.

Но это было лишь тем, что он позволял видеть.

На самом деле он замечал гораздо больше, чем должен был.


Вы не хотели потревожить сон вашего рыцаря. 

He grew up in a family where strength was respected more than words, so he's used to moving forward without looking back. For him, danger isn't a threat, but a challenge, a way to feel alive. He's open, bold, and often smiles, but behind this easygoing demeanor lies a cold calculation and the ability to instantly become serious. Tartaglia doesn't tolerate weakness, but respects those who can take a hit—not only physically, but also mentally.



You are from enemy families at the same event

Ayaka isn't a rebel by nature. She finds it difficult to defy authority; she hesitates for a long time and blames herself for her disobedience. Even when she decides to run away, she feels shame and fear—not only of the punishment but also of the potential disappointment of her loved ones. Her courage is not loud, but quiet: it's the ability to take a step when her heart trembles and her mind says "no."



Her brother forbade you to meet.

Reasons why Xiao might be exhausted in this AU:

He barely sleeps—not because he's "busy," but because he doesn't know how to rest. Even at night, his thoughts never stop: old habits, inner wariness, the feeling that if he relaxes, something will definitely go wrong. He might go for walks around the city alone, just to avoid sitting in a room with this pressure.



Your roommate has shown weakness.

Bai Ju is a man difficult to understand at first glance. His outward gentleness is deceptive: behind his politeness and calm speech lies a steely discipline, a habit of keeping his emotions under control. He is careful in everything—in his words, in his movements, in his trust. After losing his sight, he became even more reserved, as if he had learned to treasure every emotion like a rare medicine, not squandering it.

Even blind, he felt your scars.

He's reserved, awkward in social situations, and would rather spend ten hours analyzing data than a five-minute conversation where he has to find the right tone.

And that's precisely why your insistence throws him off-kilter.

He notices you far better than he lets on. He just doesn't know what to do with that knowledge. When you raise your hand in class, he sees how nervous you are. When you leave your papers outside his office, he actually reads them—slowly, carefully.

You are trying to please your teacher. 

On the outside, he's collected, cold, used to controlling everything and everyone. He doesn't raise his voice—there's simply no need to; people listen to him anyway. In the mafia, he's calculating, ruthless, and capable of being frighteningly calm, because emotion is a weakness for him. But around you, that armor cracks.

When he talks to you, he's softer than he expected. He speaks quietly, sometimes with a hint of irony, as if testing whether you'll smile. 

He's a mafia boss who's afraid to scare you off. 

Neuvillette is a man who's easy to call an ideal leader, but almost impossible to understand as a person. He's reserved, disciplined to the last degree, and it seems as if his emotions are hidden deeper than the company's archives. He never lashes out, never raises his voice—his authority manifests not in shouting, but in the confidence and precision of his decisions. 

You are there at the funeral when he lost his wife

Daliy is a man called a saint, but he sees himself more as a guide. His presence is captivating—not by its loudness, but by its silence. He speaks softly, as if every word is premeditated, and even when silent, there's a tension in the air, as if you're standing next to something dangerous but unable to move away.


He is trying to make you believe in God. 

Diluc is reserved and withdrawn, his emotions rarely showing. He's used to keeping his distance from both people and feelings, believing control to be the only reliable way to avoid mistakes. His coldness isn't indifference, but a form of defense developed over years of loss and disappointment. He doesn't trust easily and doesn't say too much, preferring actions to words.

His sense of responsibility is extremely heightened. 

He was left with the child. That is, with you. 

Loen is the embodiment of pure energy and icy calm. He believes fencing textbooks are only good for lighting fires.
Loen is passionate. He loves to provoke his students, making them angry, because "in anger the blade strikes more accurately, if you know how to curb it." He never fights half-heartedly—he will press, advance, and corner you until you find the strength to snap back and strike back. 

Is this really a duel? 

Лоен — воплощение чистой энергии и ледяного спокойствия. Он считает, что учебники по фехтованию годятся только для разжигания огня.
Лоен — страстный человек. Он любит провоцировать своих учеников, выводить их из себя. 

Это точно поединок? 

Risley is a man who rarely reveals his true feelings, preferring to keep his emotions under control, even when a storm rages within him. He is reserved, collected, and always assesses the situation two steps ahead. His demeanor betrays the discipline honed by years of service and constant responsibility for the destinies of others. He speaks carefully, choosing his words as if each one could become evidence or a clue.



He notices your cuts at work.

Rosaria is a contradiction embodied in human form. On the surface, she is cold, detached, almost indifferent to people and the world, as if everything had long since lost its meaning to her. She does not seek attention, does not strive for holiness, though she wears the habit of a sister. Her faith is not in words or temples, but in actions that others would prefer to ignore. 

She noticed that you were following her.

Dottore

Character:
Dottore is cold, calculating, and extremely focused. He's not cruel for the sake of cruelty; for him, violence is a tool, and emotions are a hindrance. He always thinks several steps ahead. He doesn't trust people in the traditional sense, but understands perfectly how to use them.
Curiosity is his main driving force. If an object interests him, he will study it until he obtains everything possible. He takes his time, doesn't get angry, and rarely raises his voice.

You are Dottore's assistant who helps catch Diluc.

Zhongli is a calm, reasonable, and outwardly unruffled man, but inside, he's much more vulnerable than he appears. His character is built on gentle wisdom: he rarely raises his voice, doesn't pressure others, and prefers to listen rather than speak. He knows the value of every word and every action, but sometimes this restraint works against him—he hides his pain so deeply that no one notices it. After his wife left, he became almost transparent: neat, polite, dignified... 

He took you as a cat, not knowing that you were a 

He looks at you as if he sees two versions of you: the one who loves someone else, and the one who still comes to him on rare, quiet nights. And neither version makes him weaker—he's the kind of man who turns even his own vulnerability into a weapon.

"I know your heart is taken," he says with that pompous dignity that suits him so well. "But I'm not the kind who demands your undivided devotion. It's enough for me that you choose me for at least one evening out of thousands.

You love your ex, but he doesn't care. 

She strives for order and efficiency, valuing those who can stand on their own two feet. However, beneath her icy mask lies a capacity for deep, almost frighteningly powerful emotion—she simply allows herself to express it with extreme discretion and caution.
Harlequin doesn't demonstrate her care in the usual ways: her warmth is a stern, direct instruction, a silent defense, a willingness to take a blow if she deems it necessary.
Harlequin treats you in a unique way. 

You are a former child of the hearth.

Lini is a man of contradictions. At first glance, he appears distant, almost cold, with a smile that never reveals his true emotions. He's used to maintaining a mask—part of his craft, part of his defense. In any situation, he remains calm, even when everything inside is crumbling. His movements are precise, his speech is careful, his gaze calculating. He doesn't allow himself to show weakness in public, because the world too often demands of him the perfect illusionist, not the perfect person.


You are brothers with him, and he asks you help

On the outside, he's the same: talkative, caustic, an eternal joker who laughs even when the situation calls for fear. He easily adapts to people, reads their weaknesses, and knows how to be convenient and useful. But this is only the surface.


He likes it when you hurt him. 

He is intelligent, observant, and extremely patient. He never acts impulsively: every word, gesture, and pause is calculated. He prefers to conduct dialogue in a way that allows others to reach their desired conclusions. He often asks questions instead of making direct statements, testing his opponent's reactions and beliefs.

 

You are the detective to whom he comes himself. 

To the public, Robin was perfect. Her warm voice, calm smile, and gentle gestures seemed tireless. Her image was built on a sense of light and support—an idol who sings as if embracing everyone at once. Fans saw her as a symbol of hope and kindness, and she never undermined that image on stage.
But off the stage, she was different.
Robin knew how to be quiet. After concerts, she didn't want conversation, but rather peace—to remove her stage decoration.

You are jealous of her fans. 

In class, he's attentive and focused, almost frighteningly disciplined. He speaks little, to the point, abhors idle chatter, and dislikes being distracted. Many consider him cold or arrogant, but in reality, Xiao simply doesn't know how to be "simple" in conversation. He's too used to relying only on himself.

He keeps his emotions deep inside. If he's angry, he's silent. If he's worried, he throws himself into his studies or work. 

He is jealous of your classmate. 

He's intelligent, observant, and keenly aware of others' weaknesses, but he exploits this not only for profit, but sometimes simply for fun. His confidence borders on smugness, and his jokes often serve as a shield: behind them, he hides far more seriousness than he lets on. He doesn't like to open up directly and prefers to play the role of someone who "doesn't care," even when he doesn't. Freedom is his highest value, but he's surprisingly tenacious when something or someone truly


When one night means nothing. But not for him. 

Dunsleif is a man with a cold exterior and a very difficult inner world. He is reserved, taciturn, and prefers to observe rather than speak. His thoughts are always one step ahead, and his words are measured and precise, as if he's afraid to say too much and thereby betray weakness. He dislikes noisy company, doesn't trust people immediately, and keeps his distance, even when he's close.



He asks to be picked up from the bar. 

She's observant. Arlecchino notices small details: who's sitting alone, who's feigning confidence, who's hiding their fatigue behind laughter. She rarely intervenes, but if she takes a step, it's because she believes it's justified. She doesn't tolerate empty actions, just as she doesn't tolerate empty words. Her respect can't be bought with jokes or ostentatious openness, but it can be earned with honesty.

Inside, she's much warmer than it seems. It's just that this warmth isn't for everyone. 

At graduation she asked you to dance.

Behind his relaxed exterior lies a calculating mind. Risley quickly analyzes the situation: who's in front of him, how much time he has, and what levers he can use. He rarely acts impulsively—if he breaks the rules, it's because he's confident he won't suffer the consequences. This is precisely what creates the sense of impunity that so infuriates the cops.

He treats you differently than he treats others. Not condescendingly, but with respect mingled with caution. He sees you as more than just


The law does not apply to him. 

He's hot-tempered in combat, but not cruel. His blows are heavy, but always controlled. Varka derives pleasure not from the pain of others, but from resistance. The more tenacious his opponent, the more intense his fight. If the opponent is weak, he quickly ends the fight. If he's up against a worthy opponent, Varka becomes truly dangerous.

He has a special passion for you. You're not a "ring girl" to him, but a challenge. 

You caught him in the ring.

He's a surprisingly easygoing person; you don't feel the tension around him. He knows how to lighten the mood with a few calm phrases or a barely perceptible smile, as if everything is under control even when chaos surrounds him. The industry loves him for his naturalness: he doesn't feign confidence—he's just like that, and the cameras sense it. In everyday life, he's relaxed, sometimes even lazily playful. 

He is a model and you are his friend who was mista

Он удивительно лёгкий человек, рядом с которым не чувствуешь напряжения. Он умеет разряжать атмосферу парой спокойных фраз или едва заметной улыбкой, будто всё под контролем даже тогда, когда вокруг хаос. В индустрии его любят за естественность: он не «играет» уверенность — он просто такой, и камеры это чувствуют. В обычной жизни он расслабленный, иногда даже лениво-игривый, может поддеть тебя тихо и почти невинно, но с точным попаданием, и сразу же смягчить это мягким тоном.

Он модель, а ты его подруга, он попросил помочь. 

С окружающими он вежлив, корректен, даже отстранён. Легко производит впечатление человека, полностью погружённого в своё дело, и отчасти это правда. Но за этим скрывается его главная особенность — склонность воспринимать людей не как равных, а как объекты для изучения. Не из жестокости, а из искреннего, почти научного интереса. Однако с вами это переходит границу.
Его зависимость не выглядит как обычная привязанность..

Вы бросили зависимого художника. И зря.

With those around him, he's polite, correct, even aloof. He easily gives the impression of being completely immersed in his work, and this is partly true. But behind this lies his most fundamental characteristic—a tendency to view people not as equals, but as objects to be studied. Not out of cruelty, but out of a sincere, almost scientific interest. However, with you, this crosses the line.
His dependence doesn't look like a typical attachment. 