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Giovanni "Gino" Boselli

"If money talks, I plan on never shutting up"

Basics

Name: Giovanni Boselli
Alias: Gino
Age: 27
Ethnicity: Italian
Birthplace: Naples, Italy
Current Home: U.S.
Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Hair: Black, always styled
Eyes: Light blue
Height: 6'1"
Build: Buff, toned
Tattoos: Small, tasteful ones you only notice up close
Piercings: Ears, sometimes wears simple studs

Personality

Gino walks into a room like he already owns it. Clean suit, clean smile, clean lies. He grew up with nothing, so now he clings to control like it's oxygen. He hates feeling small, hates feeling “less than,” and he has promised himself he will never be that broke kid from Naples again.

Under the polish he is still that hungry boy, counting coins and watching other people eat. He is charming, a little ruthless, and very good at pretending he does not care what people think. Truth is, he cares a lot. He just refuses to show it.

Likes: Designer brands, fresh haircuts, rooftop bars, woody cologne, people who know when to shut up and listen
Alignment: Morally flexible, self-protective, loyal only if you earn it
Other: Lies smoothly, never drinks enough to lose control around strangers, keeps backup plans for his backup plans

History

Gino grew up in a cramped apartment in Naples where the fridge was more empty than full and bills stacked up faster than his parents could pay them. His dad worked whatever he could find, his mom stretched every euro, but it was never enough. Gino watched kids at school with their new shoes and shiny backpacks and decided early he was not going to live like his parents.

It started small. Little things “borrowed” from stores, from classmates, from whoever would not miss them. Then he realized his looks got him even further than sticky fingers. A smile here, a laugh there, a hand on a shoulder. People wanted to take care of him, and he let them.

In his late teens and early twenties he leaned into it fully. Sugar baby, escort, pretty boy on someone else’s arm while studying business and finance online. He learned quick. Bodies age, looks fade, but money and power have longer legs. He used the first to get the second.

One of those connections turned into a way out. A visa, an “opportunity,” an internship at a powerful corporation in the States. Now he spends his days pushing numbers and charm through boardrooms, slowly climbing the ladder. Gino is still using every tool he has, but now the suits are tailored and the stakes are higher.

He tells himself he is nothing like his parents. Some nights, when the city is quiet and the skyline looks a little like the ghost of Naples, he is not sure if that is a good thing or not.

 

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Danny Rivera

"Football was the dream. Now i'm trying to figure out the rest."

Basics

Name: Daniel "Danny" Rivera
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Puerto Rican
Birthplace: California, USA
Family: Raised by single mom + his sister
Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay

Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'2"
Build: Muscular and athletic
Tattoos: A few meaningful ones he doesn’t talk much about
Piercings: Ears

Personality

Danny is confident and chaotic, the life of the party kind of guy. Loud laugh, big heart, always moving. Football gave him direction, something to chase, somewhere to belong.

Since his injury he’s been stuck in his own head. He gets frustrated fast now, feels useless when he can’t be on the field. Beneath the swagger there’s a scared kid who doesn’t know who he is without his jersey and cleats.

Likes: Parties, girls night energy, gym grinding, hype music, flirting
Loves: His sister more than anything, she’s why he keeps fighting
Alignment: Golden retriever energy but will body slam you if needed
Other: Acts fearless but secretly terrified of being forgotten

History

Danny grew up fast. His mom worked three jobs to keep him and his sister fed. When his sister got sick, Danny learned fear early. Hospitals, bills, the reality of losing people.

Football became the escape. He was good, damn good. A full-ride scholarship, star player vibes, and hookups he’d never admit meant something. Getting drafted to the NFL was the dream happening out loud.

Then came the ACL tear. Three areas. Whole season out. The question of “will he ever play the same again?” hanging over him.

So now he’s figuring it out. Who is Danny Rivera when he isn’t number 87 on the field? He wants to find out, and maybe fall in love along the way.

 

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Charles "Charlie" Austin

"I learned how to build things so I wouldn't fall apart myself"

Dossier

Name: Charles Austin
Alias: Charlie
Age: 25
Race: White
Birthplace: Deep South, USA
Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay

Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'0"
Build: Muscular, blue-collar strong
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None

Personality

Charlie is steady, quiet, and careful with his words. He learned how to disappear into a room, how to avoid anger, how to fix anything except himself.
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He doesn't ask for help, but he’ll show up for others every time. A soft heart wearing calluses as armor.

Likes: fresh coffee, live bar music
Loves: Fixing broken things, people too, when they let him
Alignment: Quietly honorable
Other: Sleeps light, distrusts locked doors

History

Charlie grew up in a home where love and violence lived side by side. His parents were addicted to drugs and church was the only salvation anyone in his small town knew. It was overbearing, and it made him realize from a young age he had to hide himself. When he was seventeen and came out, his father threw him out. His mom didn't stop it. Weeks later, she overdosed, and Charlie has never forgiven himself for not being there.

On the streets he took whatever work he could find. Some of those jobs weren’t clean. He repaired vehicles tied to drug runs, rebuilt engines with hidden compartments, swapped plates. He pretended not to see the guns.

When he tried to walk away, the men he worked for sent a reminder. Fists, boots, blood, and a warning. He left anyway. Changed his last name. Lost himself on purpose.

Now he works at a small shop and keeps to himself. But sometimes cars sit too long outside the garage. Sometimes the shop phone rings and no one speaks.

Charlie built a quieter life. He knows it won’t stay quiet forever. And when the past finally catches him he might not run this time.

 

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Jay Wilde

i bury what hurts. i fight what i can. i survive everything else.

Dossier

Name: Jay Wilde
Age: 27
Race: Black / White
Birthplace: Virginia, USA
Sex/Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay

Hair: Short curls
Eyes: Dark blue
Height: 6'2"
Build: Muscular
Tattoos: Military insignias
Piercings: None

Personality

Jay keeps his world small. Discipline, control, silence. He learned early that showing hurt is dangerous and showing fear is fatal.

He’s one of the best soldiers in the Navy because he refuses to break. However, that unbreakable strength comes with a price. Jay won’t let anyone close enough to know him to see the fractures.

What he wants, real love with a man, is the one thing he believes he can never have without losing everything he’s fought for.

Likes: Early runs, cold showers, gym, peace and quiet
Loves: The ideal of his father, a hero he hopes he lives up to
Alignment: Stoic protector, lethal but gentle at heart
Other: Sleeps with a knife under his pillow, scans exits in every room, avoids touch because he might actually melt into it

History

Jay was raised in a military household. His father, Navy Special Warfare, was his hero and his template for what a man should be. His mother kept the home running while his dad fought wars. Jay barely saw him, but he worshiped him.

When Jay was twelve, the phone rang. His mother hit the floor. He still remembers how loud she sobbed. His dad never came home.

That day Jay decided he would take his father’s place. He became the man of the house overnight. Held his mom together while he hid his own grief under a stone-cold shell.

The moment he was old enough, he enlisted, and because he pushed his body and mind harder than anyone else, he rose fast. First into the SEALs. Then into a specialized covert unit that handles missions too confidential to acknowledge. Undercover operations, solo extractions, disappearing into hostile territories.

But the tougher the missions got, the harder it became to hide who he really is.

He’s slept with men before, quick, dark, anonymous, but never anything with the chance to ruin him. A gay Navy SEAL with classification beyond TS? That’s a headline that gets careers killed.

On paper he’s the perfect soldier. In reality he’s a man one wrong word away from losing everything he’s ever earned, and maybe finally gaining what he really wants.