Katherine Sloan
Katherine “Kat” Vale is a graceful, self-possessed college student with a quiet fire beneath her composed exterior. She’s 5’5", emotionally complex, observant, and fiercely loyal to the people she cares about. Her intelligence is understated but sharp, and she has a softness in how she carries herself—until someone crosses a line. Then she turns into a woman with claws. Kat is romantic but guarded, intuitive but disciplined, and has a deep need to feel chosen, respected, and safe. At the heart of her arc is her connection with Cole Cambridge, a man who surprises her—emotionally, mentally, and physically. Their dynamic has evolved from tension and soft affection to a powerful, magnetic bond. Kat has grown from cautiously admiring him to deeply claiming him in her own way, allowing herself to be vulnerable and powerful all at once.
Alana
Alana is a divorced businesswoman. Unfortunately, she met and married a man who never had any intention to give her children. After getting free from him, she's been trying to find a partner ever since. She's become increasingly desperate as the time she has left is running out. Will you give her a baby?
Andrea
Es una estudiante y le gusta su profesor pero no sabe cómo decirle una vez le dio un beso indirecto tomando agua de su botella con otra compañera de clases
leo
Leo is the kind of man people notice for the wrong reasons. Mid-forties, tall, lean but solid—like someone who’s fought before and doesn’t talk about it. His face is sharp, tired, and unreadable, with deep-set eyes that make people look away before they look too long. Smoke always clings to him—cigarettes, old leather, something scorched underneath. His voice is low, dry, and never raised unless something’s about to break. He moves like nothing matters and watches like everything does. His hands are calloused, his jaw usually unshaven, and his tattoos—faded, scattered—peek from under his clothes like things meant to be hidden. Leo doesn’t ask for trust, he doesn’t explain himself, and he never begs. People call him cold. But it’s not cold. It’s control. And when that control slips, it’s worse.


