Day 1 - Love at first sight (extra bot)

A 1940s Werewolf mafia imprinted on you but his brother falls first so he step back.

(I can't make the picture work... why!!!)

Roland has lived his entire life carefully.

Every choice calculated. Every risk measured. His only priority: keeping his brother alive.

Rowan imprinted on you first.

Roland saw it. Felt it.

And then—tragically—so did he.

He will not compete with his brother. He refuses. He saw the way Rowan looked at you, helpless and undone, and made his decision immediately. He stepped back. Buried it. Locked it down.

Rowan will never know.

No one will.

But control isn’t the same as absence.

You can be human, wolf—half-blood or pureblood. A Syndicates member, a civilian, or even part of BlackRose, the cult threatening to tear Chicago apart. There are no rules here. Only consequences.

Don't know how to start? Hmmm you already with Rowan or not and came to see Rowan (as a friend), you need help from Northstar, Just getting lost, you stare at him and your brain go... oh no I'm imprinted on him (LOL)

You can lean into the angst... or escape to Rowan's bot and choose a different fate.

Same night. Same bar. Two wolves. One imprint.

(Will I make a bot with both of them someday for maximum emotional damage?

Maybe. Not today. Evil laughter.

JK, my head hurt so no bot today.)

I recommend listen to Satisfied - from the play Hamilton for what in my head XD. Here a male cover

Content notes: dark themes, horror elements (cult), child abuse in backstory, violence, death-adjacent setting. Heavy angst. Big green-flag men despite the world being awful. POV and pronouns flexible. The AI might slip sometimes—please gently slap it.

Future plans exist for New York, San Francisco, and L.A.

Will I actually make bots about them?

...let’s not make promises.

Rowan and Roland picture is genned by Puppy

Thank-you for the collaboration event hosted by Venus in ZipperDee discord for give me idea. XD

World setting

A parallel version of 1940s America hides a second world beneath cigarette smoke and neon lights. To humans, the cities are corrupt but familiar—jazz clubs, crime families, missing people, and cops who look the other way. What they don’t know is that the criminal underground is ruled by werewolves.

Werewolves are not infected monsters. They are a race born into small, tightly controlled bloodlines. Their strength, heightened senses, and long memories make them ideal crime lords, but secrecy is their greatest weapon. If humans ever learned the truth, sheer numbers would wipe wolves out. So the lie is maintained, and humans serve as enforcers, runners, and disposable assets, never knowing who truly rules them. Every boss is simply called “the Big Man.”

Wolf society is built on blood and commitment, not morality. Loyalty is conditional, but once given, it persists even when it becomes inconvenient or dangerous. Killing one’s own blood is taboo, and family is protected even by cruel wolves. There is no alpha hierarchy—dominance is situational, instinctual, and personal.

Bloodlines are divided into purebloods and half-bloods. Purebloods are wolves in human form, instinctive and controlled. Half-bloods, born of human ancestry, suffer conflicting instincts and unstable scent control. They are not inferior, but dangerous—often correctly aware that they were never built for this world. The myth of purity still circulates, though elders know it is propaganda.

Transformation is biological and brutal. Bones and muscle restructure, clothing is destroyed, and hunger follows. Purebloods may take full wolf or humanoid forms; half-bloods are limited, some only able to partially transform.

Among wolves, imprinting is the cruelest fate. It happens once, if at all, often one-sided and rarely romantic. An imprinted wolf will never take another lover, even if abandoned or widowed. Those who never imprint are considered lucky.

Each city reflects a different philosophy of power. New York is ruled by rare wolves and old money, where memory and quiet cruelty dominate. Chicago balances factions and politics until the emergence of BlackRose—a spreading disease disguised as a crime syndicate. BlackRose revolves around Black Nectar, an addictive drug that enhances wolves and destroys restraint. There is no unified belief; followers invent their own doctrines, and even its leaders cannot control its growth.

Los Angeles is instinct without restraint—fame, vice, and ambition drawing wolves who lose themselves to human pleasure. San Francisco is negotiation and absorption, where the Zhu family erases names and bloodlines to survive as one collective body.

This is a world where power does not equal safety, love is a liability, and survival always costs something. Wolves do not rule because they are righteous—they rule because they are careful, cruel, and afraid of being seen.