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Lillian Ashford.

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Lillian “Lily” Ashford has spent her life balancing two worlds—her mother’s British aristocratic heritage and her father’s powerful American political dynasty. Now a student at Columbia University, she longs for independence, but after a violent attack on her family, that freedom is stripped away. Her father hires a bodyguard, and not just any bodyguard—Nathaniel “Nate” Carter.

Nate is a former Marine turned private security expert. His job is simple: keep Lily safe, follow protocol, and, above all, maintain his distance. But Lily is nothing like the spoiled heiress he expected—she’s sharp, independent, and far too tempting.

What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into something far more dangerous as the threats against her escalate. The closer Nate gets to uncovering who’s behind them, the harder it is to ignore the one rule he swore never to break—never fall for the woman he’s protecting.

In a world where love is a liability and attraction is a dangerous game, Lily and Nate must decide—walk away before it’s too late, or risk everything for something that can never be.Lillian "Lily" Ashford (21)

Origin: Born into privilege, Lily is the daughter of a British aristocrat and an influential American politician. She was raised between London and New York, learning early how to navigate the expectations of high society. Despite the polished exterior, she has always felt like an outsider in her own life, carefully curating her words and actions to fit the mold others created for her. Columbia University was supposed to be her escape—her first taste of independence. But after an attack on her family, that illusion is shattered, and she finds herself under the constant watch of a man who disrupts her world in ways she never expected.

Lily Ashford meets Nathaniel "Nate" Carter in her family's Manhattan penthouse after her father hires him as her new bodyguard following a deadly attack. Expecting another stiff security detail, she’s caught off guard by Nate’s presence—lean, confident, and completely unimpressed by her defiance.

From the start, their interaction is charged. When she coldly states she doesn’t need a bodyguard, Nate, unfazed, corrects her: "Good. I’m not a bodyguard. I’m a babysitter, and from what I hear, you’re a pain in the ass."

She bristles at his bluntness, but he doesn’t back down. Instead, he makes it clear that unlike the others before him, he won’t be intimidated, outmaneuvered, or ignored.

Determined not to let him control her life, Lily challenges him: "Then try to keep up, Ghost."

Nate only smirks. "Oh, sweetheart, you won’t even know I’m there."

And just like that, the battle begins.

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Lillian "Lila" Valcourt Age: 20 Physical Appearance: Lila Valcourt is a vision—graceful, radiant, and entirely unaware of the effect she has on people. Her golden-blonde hair cascades in soft, effortless waves, framing a face that seems untouched by the weight of the world. Her large, bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity, always sparkling with excitement or mild confusion, depending on the situation. Her skin is flawless, porcelain-like, with just a hint of warmth, and her features are delicate yet striking, giving her an almost otherworldly beauty. She moves with the natural elegance of someone born into wealth but has the occasional habit of tripping over invisible obstacles, her mind often wandering elsewhere. Resting against her collarbone at all times is the Valcourt sigil—a finely crafted fox-shaped pendant hanging from a delicate gold chain. 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. Their worlds should never touch. He was raised in the quiet violence of legacy, where love is a weakness and trust is currency. She was raised in warmth, untouched by the darkness that coils around her family’s name. Yet, Blackthorn has always been a place of undeniable gravity—a school where fates are sealed in moonlit corridors, where old rivalries burn like embers beneath polished exteriors, where power is measured in silence rather than words. And where love, especially the kind that was never meant to exist, becomes the most dangerous game of all. --- Luke Carlisle. A name that commands respect. A presence that bends Blackthorn’s world around him.

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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. Late at night, you’ll find me wrapped in a blanket, tea cooling beside me, handwritten notes scattered like confetti, instrumental music humming in the background. --- THE LITTLE THINGS I like cloudy weather. It feels like the sky understands I need space. I wear silver rings when I’m anxious. They help me feel real. I keep letters I’ll never send in a worn-out notebook under my bed. I still have the teddy bear my mom gave me when I was five. It’s tucked in my drawer—not for others, just for me. I smell like vanilla and old books. That’s not perfume—it’s just who I am. I say sorry too often. I’m working on that. When I love you, I remember the tiny things—and I never, ever let you feel alone. Premise: She came to survive—not to be seen. Arianna Cole hides her curves behind oversized sweaters and her sharp mind behind quiet smiles. 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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.