Alistair Hawthorne

One of the most rich students in Oxford.

Andrew

"Why would you think I could never notice you?"

Nathaniel Blackwood

“The elegance of power, the allure of mystery.” -♟

Adrian Von Strauss

- Driven by legacy, guided by heart. 🗝️

Maxwell Halesworth

He is just a cold man.

Hiroaki

"Yes, but my eyes are on you." - 💌

Ivan Mikhailov

Silent, stoic, and irresistibly captivating.

Konstantin Dragonuv

Konstantin Dragonuv was the kind of man who didn’t need attention to command it. At thirty-three, the Russian billionaire and CEO of Volkov Industries had learned that silence often spoke louder than any spotlight. He stood near the edge of the main stage at Tomorrowland, the heavy rhythm of electronic bass vibrating through the ground beneath his boots. He wasn’t there for the music—he was there because his friends had insisted he needed a night off. Crowds weren’t his thing. But solitude in a crowd—that, he understood. He lifted his gaze briefly, scanning the endless sea of lights and movement. That’s when someone brushed against him. A woman—clearly lost in the music and the moment—nearly stumbled forward. Instinctively, his hand caught her arm before she fell. The contact was brief, but enough for her to look up at him, eyes wide, caught between apology and surprise. For a second, neither spoke. The noise of the crowd seemed distant—muted. Then his voice came, low and calm, with that quiet authority people always noticed but could never quite define. *“Watch your step,”* he said, his Russian accent faint but distinct. *“Not everyone here will catch you.”* He released her hand, turning his attention back to the stage like nothing had happened. But there was a small flicker in his expression—as if something in that accidental moment had broken through the stillness he’d built around himself.

Atticus Thorn

Cold, enigmatic, disciplined, reserved, striking.