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Name: Aria "Ari" Belluci

Age: 20 Nationality: Italian-American

The Girl Who’s Too Soft for the Streets, But Too Wild for the Rich Life

Aria Belluci is a contradiction wrapped in a killer smile. She’s got the grace of a girl raised in high society but the fire of someone who refuses to be tamed. She wasn’t born for the streets, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong in the world she came from either.

She’s too sweet to be dangerous, too sharp to be naive. People take one look at her and see a delicate thing—soft voice, warm laugh, honey-sweet charm. But they don’t know she’s got claws beneath the silk, a streak of rebellion running straight through her spine. She doesn’t pick fights, but she sure as hell doesn’t run from them either.

She’s the kind of girl people want to protect, but she doesn’t need saving. She just needs someone who can handle her fire without trying to put it out. Appearance:

Aria is the kind of beautiful that lingers in the back of people’s minds long after she’s gone.

Hair: Thick, long, and dark chocolate brown with natural waves that fall just past her waist. It always smells like vanilla and something faintly floral, and she has a habit of twisting a strand around her finger when she’s thinking.

Eyes: Hazel with flecks of gold, warm and unreadable at the same time. In the sunlight, they shine like liquid amber, but in the dark, they hold secrets no one gets to know.

Skin: Sun-kissed olive, smooth and glowing, like she’s spent every summer by the ocean.

Lips: Full, the kind that makes it impossible not to stare when she talks or bites down on them without realizing.

Figure: Soft, but with dangerous curves. Petite but not fragile—slim waist, full hips, and a body that turns heads even when she’s not trying. She’s got just the right mix of delicate and tempting, the kind of beauty that feels effortless.

Style: Always a little undone, a little too effortlessly sexy. Oversized sweaters that slip off one shoulder, tight jeans that hug just right, crop tops that show a teasing bit of skin without trying too hard. She never looks like she’s trying, but she always manages to steal attention anyway.

The Introduction – Aria & Nico’s First Meeting

Aria hadn’t planned on meeting anyone new today. She was just tagging along with a friend, waiting outside the library when Luca, one of the few people she actually trusted on campus, waved someone over.

“Yo, Nico!”

She looked up just as Nico Devereaux strode toward them—tall, dark, effortlessly dangerous. His hazy blue eyes flicked to her for the briefest second before settling back on Luca.

“This is Aria,” Luca introduced. “Aria, this is Nico.”

Nico gave her a slow once-over, unreadable. “Didn’t know you had new friends.”

Aria smirked, tilting her head. “Didn’t know you had any.”

Luca groaned. “Great. You two are gonna be a problem.”

But neither of them was listening.

Because the second their eyes met again, they both knew this wasn’t just a random introduction. It was the start of something neither of them was ready for.

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ARIANNA MARYLYN HAYES Age: 19 Origin: A quiet suburb just outside Chicago Current Setting: Bellcourt Academy --- THE CORE OF ME They always say I’m the kind of girl you don’t notice right away. I’ve learned to be okay with that. Because once someone does notice me—really notice—they don’t forget. I’m not flashy. I’m not loud. But I see everything. I remember things no one thinks I caught. And maybe that’s what makes me dangerous in my own way. I don’t strike. I stay. I love in a way that lingers. And I survive like breathing—silently, constantly. --- FAMILY DYNAMICS My mother, Rebecca Hayes, is the kind of woman who makes tea instead of noise. She taught me that softness is not the opposite of strength—it is strength. She raised me with books and boundaries, with steady hands and early mornings. She’s the reason I still believe in quiet forms of power. And that being kind doesn’t mean being naive. My father, Daniel "Danny" Hayes, is more of a shadow than a man some days. He left when I was six, but not in the storybook way. He never vanished—just faded. Birthday cards in shaky handwriting. Phone calls that paused too long between sentences. We’re learning each other again. Slowly. Carefully. Sometimes we sit in silence and that feels more honest than words. --- PHYSICALITY & PRESENCE I’ve been told I’m beautiful. Not the kind that turns heads in a hallway. More like the kind that makes someone pause on the second glance and wonder why they feel breathless. I’m not sure how to take compliments, so I usually laugh and change the subject. My body? Curvy. Feminine. The kind of figure that feels like home—soft, real, warm. I don’t flaunt it. I wear sweaters too big and jeans that make me feel grounded. But sometimes, when I stretch or laugh or let my sweater slide down one shoulder, I forget to hide—and that’s when people really look. I move quietly. There’s no need to announce myself. I listen with my whole body. I lean in when I care. And I shrink just slightly when I don’t feel safe—shoulders in, arms crossed, hands in sleeves. --- EMOTIONAL CORE I’m made of contradictions: Soft and stubborn. Open and guarded. I want closeness, but I fear needing someone who might not stay. So I love slowly—but deeply. With intention. With memory. I don’t yell. I don’t fight. If I’m hurting, I’ll probably say I’m fine three times before I admit otherwise. But when I finally speak, it’s going to be honest—raw, maybe even a little devastating. Because I don’t do half-truths. I can’t. --- THE WAY I LOVE I love like a lighthouse. Quiet, steady, always on. I remember things you said months ago. I notice when your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. I’ll mock you gently while handing you your favorite candy because you seemed off today. And I’ll stay up just to make sure you got home safe—even if you never asked me to. But I struggle to ask for help. It’s easier to carry things than to feel like a burden. --- SPEECH & MANNERISMS People say my voice is calm—it makes them feel like they can breathe easier. I don’t speak just to fill silence. I like silences. They’re honest. When I do speak, I pick my words like stones I’m skipping across water. I have a habit of mock-scolding people I care about: “Adrian. No.” or “Julie, I swear to God…” Usually followed by a smile that says I mean the opposite. When I’m nervous, I over-explain. When I’m joking, I smirk at the end to see if you’re paying attention. And if I’m really upset, I’ll go quiet—because my silence is louder than shouting. --- SOCIAL DYNAMICS With strangers: I’m polite, reserved. I watch more than I speak. People often mistake me for shy. I’m not. I’m discerning. I don’t trust easily, but when I do—it’s with my whole heart. With friends: I’m the one who checks in late at night. The one who says, “Are you really okay?” and waits until you really answer. I let people lean on me. I rarely lean back. I know how to be the safe space, even when I’m hurting. With Adrian Valentino: He’s a storm I didn’t want to walk into. But he noticed me before I wanted to be seen. The way I go quiet when I’m overwhelmed. The way I stare out windows when I need space to think. He doesn’t push, but he doesn’t back off either. And that’s why I started to let him in. --- INTELLECT & ACADEMICS I feel things deeply—even the books I read. I don’t just analyze literature—I ache for the characters. I see their wounds like mirrors. History fascinates me. Philosophy challenges me. I’m drawn to complexity, to ambiguity, to anything that makes me think and feel. I procrastinate sometimes—not because I’m lazy, but because I want everything to be perfect. I rewrite the same sentence three times. I care too much. It’s exhausting and worth it. 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At Bellcourt Academy—a prestigious school reserved for the legacies of the world's most powerful families—she's a scholarship student on the outside looking in. The whispers, the stares, the occasional cruelty from entitled elites? She’s learned to tune it all out. Quiet, observant, and fiercely intelligent, Arianna has only one plan: graduate and disappear. But life doesn’t follow plans. When she crosses paths with Adrian Valentino, everything shifts. Reserved, unreadable, and carrying the weight of an infamous last name, Adrian is more than just another legacy student—he’s the reluctant heir to a Mafia empire, hidden away under strict orders after tensions in his world spiral out of control. His two closest friends, sons of loyal capos, aren't just classmates—they're his shadows, his soldiers, his only constant in a life shaped by blood and loyalty. The three of them live in the background. So does she. Until they collide. Arianna never meant to matter in a world built on secrets and power plays, but Adrian can’t stop noticing her—and not just for what she hides. With her best friend Julie, Arianna is funny, real, and more fearless than she lets on. That contrast draws Adrian in, and despite the danger, she’s pulled into a world that doesn’t just demand silence—it demands loyalty, sacrifice, and the kind of love that marks you. Arianna Cole was never meant to be seen. But some girls are born to rise.

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It is an old and intricate piece, the eyes of the fox gleaming with tiny rubies, a silent testament to the power and cunning of the Valcourt bloodline. The pendant is more than just jewelry; it is a mark of status, something worn by every heir of the Valcourt family for generations. To Lila, however, it’s simply a pretty necklace she’s had for as long as she can remember. --- Personality: Lila is the very definition of blissfully unaware. Completely and utterly naive, she moves through life with a heart full of trust, an unshakable belief in the goodness of people, and absolutely no idea of the darkness that lurks beneath the surface of her world. Born into the legendary Valcourt family—a founding dynasty of Blackthorn Academy—she has been shielded from the harsh realities of power, influence, and control that her family wields. To her, life is a series of charming coincidences. The way professors always seem to go easy on her? Just good luck. How people hesitate when they hear her last name? Probably because it’s "so old-fashioned and hard to pronounce." How strangers seem afraid of her older relatives? Surely a misunderstanding. Lila does not understand power plays, manipulation, or the careful games of influence her family is known for. She thinks people do things out of kindness rather than obligation or fear. She assumes her family's wealth and history are just background details, never realizing the weight her last name carries. She is the girl who genuinely believes she can win over even the coldest, most ruthless people by offering them homemade cookies and a bright smile. Her humor comes naturally, mostly through her complete lack of awareness. She will confidently walk into a high-stakes business meeting, thinking it’s just a "family dinner," or offer relationship advice to someone without realizing they’re discussing blackmail, not heartbreak. Despite her beauty and privileged upbringing, there’s something incredibly genuine about her—she never fakes kindness, never plays a role, and never realizes when she's in the middle of something dangerous. --- Background & Family Influence: The Valcourt family is one of the oldest and most powerful dynasties tied to Blackthorn Academy. They are quiet rulers, the kind who do not need to raise their voices to be heard. Their wealth runs deep, their influence deeper, and their reach extends far beyond the school grounds, dipping into politics, business, and whispered conversations in dark corners. Unlike Lila, the rest of her family is calculating, sharp, and entirely aware of their standing in the world. They do not deal in petty rivalries—they deal in absolute control. They have secrets embedded in the very foundation of Blackthorn, and while other students work for prestige, the Valcourts own it. Lila, however, remains blissfully oblivious to all of it. Her parents have carefully kept her in the dark, allowing her to believe in a world far kinder than the one they truly navigate. She sees Blackthorn as an elite school full of intelligent, ambitious people, never questioning why certain professors seem to fear her last name or why students who cross her path sometimes disappear from the social hierarchy overnight. She doesn’t understand why her family sigil—a fox—has been whispered about for generations, nor why people sometimes glance nervously at the pendant around her neck. To her, the fox represents cleverness and warmth. To everyone else, it is a warning—a silent reminder that the Valcourts always know more than they let on. Lila is the one Valcourt without an agenda, without secrets, without a plan. But the world she lives in will not let her stay naive forever. Premise: "The Fox and the Fallen" Blackthorn Academy is a world unto itself—a place where old money and untold power shape destinies, where alliances are forged in whispers, and where names mean everything. For centuries, the Valcourts and the Carlisles have stood at opposite ends of that power, two legacies woven into the fabric of Blackthorn itself. Lila Valcourt arrives as a freshman with laughter in her voice and stardust in her eyes, completely unaware of the undercurrents that shift around her name. Her family is one of Blackthorn’s founding dynasties, but the weight of their influence has never touched her. To Lila, Blackthorn is simply a prestigious school filled with brilliant minds, a grand old estate with ivy curling over stone walls, towering iron gates that seem to lock in secrets, and halls lined with portraits whose eyes follow you when you aren’t looking. To him, Blackthorn is a kingdom. And he is its dark prince. Luke Carlisle steps onto campus already a legend—the youngest son of a dynasty feared by all, following in the footsteps of two brothers who ruled these halls before him. His name carries a quiet, suffocating power, the kind that makes professors lower their gaze and students step aside when he passes. He is silent, calculating, a storm beneath still waters. He does not engage in petty rivalries—he ends them. He does not waste words—his presence alone commands enough. And yet, when Lila Valcourt speaks, he listens. She is the first to look at him without fear. The first to laugh when he says nothing at all. The first to walk beside him as if he is simply a boy, not a name carved into Blackthorn’s history like an unspoken rule. Lila, who wears a fox-shaped pendant over her heart without knowing it is a sigil of quiet dominion. Lila, who waltzes into a world of shadows and secrets with nothing but light in her hands, entirely oblivious to the power she holds—over him, over everything. 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