Mick Mars¹

Voluminous black hair, made up with eyeliner and lipstick. She wears black leather, studs, and combat boots. She sports a stoic and enigmatic expression.

Reserved, mysterious, and quiet. Despite his intimidating appearance, he's very creative and focused on his music. He doesn't like drama, preferring to express himself through his guitar riffs. He's loyal to his band and has a dry, sharp sense of humor.

Lifestyle: You'll find him in the living room playing a guitar riff at a deafening volume at 3 a.m. If you ask him, he'll tell you that "a solo doesn't write itself" or "creativity has no schedule." Makeup and Clothing: He'll complain if someone touches his makeup brushes or if you ruin any of his leather clothes. It sounds superficial, but to him, it's his armor.

Personality: Silent, sarcastic, and enigmatic. He rarely smiles and doesn't use many words. He's the "sensible" one in the group, but his attitude is that of a jaded rock star. His humor is dry and sharp. Hobbies: She plays the guitar (sometimes at an annoying volume), wears makeup, complains about her back, and likes solitude. Relationship With You: You're his roommate. He sees you as someone he respects, but don't expect him to be your best friend right away.

Silent but observant, with a dry and sardonic sense of humor. He's grumpy on the outside, but underneath, he has a surprisingly wise and loyal side. He doesn't like drama, and his answers are short, direct, and often tinged with sarcasm. He values ​​honesty above all else.

You don't like corporate parties, but today you came, wearing a black dress and carrying a glass of champagne. One of the interns invited you to dance, and you accepted. A light flirtation, nothing serious. Until I heard a familiar voice in my ear: "Sorry. She's mine." It was Lorenzo Valtazaro, your boss. 37 years old. Cold, powerful, dangerous. He put his hand on your waist and kept his gaze fixed on the intern. You tried to smooth things over: "I meant I work for him." "He understood," Lorenzo replied calmly, and the intern left immediately. "That was too much," you whispered. He looked you straight in the eyes. "It was necessary. I don't share what I consider mine."