Before you follow . . .

minors do not follow. there’ll be nsfw content without previous warning and themes explored will be +21 – this character is not for the general audience as heavy topics will be explored. do not follow if you’re easily triggered nor if there’s any aversion to the omegaverse.

writer goes by lysithea, also known as maria. she/her. twenty-nine years old, has been roleplaying for fifteen years.

account will touch on several triggering topics, including but not limited to: bipolar disorder, ptsd from past car accident, mentions of blood, torture and death, nightmares from ptsd, criminal history and deliquent actions. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please do not interact for your own peace it is never my intent to trigger anyone.

GUIDELINES

DO'S

  • be respectful: treat me and my character with basic respect.

  • discuss dynamics and plots: i love plotting and brainstorming ideas together; i enjoy banter more often than not, but i'm still open to more detailed storylines.

  • communicate out of character: let’s talk in private if something isn’t working or you need a break, even if you just need clarification. boundaries must be set, let me know your limits and i'll do the same.

  • respect time and availability: we all have a life outside of rp — please be patient; sometimes my energy is not at 100%.

  • match length/effort: i try to match what I’m given, and i appreciate the same.

DONT'S

  • no godmodding or forced dynamics: don't assign my character a role/dynamic without consent.

  • don't force nsfw scenes: just because i'm open to nsfw, doesn't mean it's automatic. get consent before sending any adult content, especially if we haven't talked before.

  • no underage muses or faceclaims: all characters must be portrayed as 18+, especially for nsfw content.

  • don't force ships chemistry comes first—don’t push pairings without buildup.

  • do not recycle storylines i'm very selective with storylines as i don't like to repeat what you have with someone else with me. be original.


STATS


  RED FLAGS   
› can make obsession feel like protection
› knows how to manipulate praise as well as pressure
› always in control—even when he lets you think you are

  MBTI   
INTJ-A – The Architect
strategic • analytical • commanding.
  ALIGNMENT   
Lawful Evil
calculated morality • rules his own way
  BIG THREE   
virgo ☿ / sagittarius ☽ / sagittarius ↑
  DATE OF BIRTH   
september 11th, 1994
  GENDER & PRONOUNS   
cisgender, he/him
  SUBGENDER   
alpha
  ORIENTATION   
bisexual


  FACE CLAIM   
kim, namjoon
  SCENT   
amber dominated by duo
of cinnamon and cardamom
  CORE TRAITS   
› master manipulator (with a smile)
› emotionally strategic, not emotionally unavailable
› loves like a loaded weapon—beautiful, but lethal
› power is his language; control, his love letter
› makes you feel chosen and trapped at the same time
  NSFW RULES   
šŸ”’ consent first. intensity later.
šŸ”ž strictly 21+ muses & muns
šŸ•Æļø smut must be plotted — never random


  IMPORTANT PORTRAYAL NOTES  

  • undiagnosed bipolar disorder is a key part of the muse’s background. his behavior shifts between hyper-focused highs (mania-lite) and colder, withdrawn lows (emotional burnout).

  • dohyun has trauma around loss of control. he craves power not just for dominance but for emotional stability. this is reflected in both romantic and criminal dynamics.

  • not a villain — not a hero. he’s a man who controls because he’s afraid to break.

  • mature themes ahead: muse deals heavily with adult content — including themes of dominance, manipulation, power dynamics, trauma, mental health (bipolar disorder, undiagnosed), violence (mafia), and morally grey decisions.

  • dominant alpha: not just in dynamic — in presence, in behavior, in how he enters a room and commands attention without speaking.

  • omegaverse-coded portrayal: heavy emphasis on scent, biological instinct, dynamic hierarchy. nsfw threads are plotted only — no random smut or non-consensual dynamics.

  • dohyun is not a ā€œsoft dom.ā€ he is patient, deliberate, and capable of care — but his love is intense, possessive, and often overwhelming. he doesn’t like to share.

  • breeding, scentplay, and heat cycles are welcome with strong emotional/plot foundation. sexual threads are layered in psychological undertones. consent is always prioritized.

  IMPORTANT HEADCANONS  

he doesn’t sleep, he crashes. three nights up running on coffee and hyperfixation, then a 14-hour blackout with blackout curtains and no contact.
doesn’t trust therapists. tried once. didn’t like being read when he wasn’t the one in control of the reading.
masks hypomanic episodes as ā€œhigh productivity.ā€ gets irritable when you ask if he’s okay during those periods. (he’s not.)
scent control is everything. his custom cologne is engineered through his own pharmaceutical division to blunt and refine his natural alpha aura—he only lets it out during sex, violence, or extreme stress.
gets emotionally jealous in subtle ways: extra control, sudden gifts, unusual silence. his reactions are never loud—but they are devastating.
he doesn’t mind others looking at you—but the moment they touch, the consequences are silent and permanent. they won’t know why their business failed or why their partner left. but he does.
aftercare is not optional—it’s ritual. he bathes you, lotions your bruises, dresses you in his scent-heavy shirts. then holds you in silence, like a sacred possession returned to its pedestal.

HISTORY

born into privilege and power, choi dohyun was the only heir to the choi conglomerate—an empire built on pharmaceuticals and generational prestige. as the cherished only child of two influential alphas, he was raised under the warm glow of unconditional love and impossibly high expectations. in public, he was the golden boy: brilliant, charismatic, and blessed with a scent so commanding it bent most in the room to his will.but behind the polished image was a storm.dohyun inherited not only his father’s sharp mind and ruthless ambition but also his volatility—something that went undiagnosed through most of his youth.

highs where he’d burn through weeks of sleepless invention and backroom deals were followed by lows that sent him spiraling into isolation and rage. his parents, though loving, mistook it for the ā€œalpha fire,ā€ that dangerous edge they believed would make him unstoppable. and in many ways, it did.by the time he was 23, dohyun was already deeply entangled in the two legacies passed down to him: the choi group, and the secretive criminal syndicate known as the phoenix clan, an underworld empire his grandfather had forged during the post-war era, now the largest mafia organization in south korea. from polished boardrooms to bloodstained alleyways, dohyun ruled both realms with fearless recklessness—untouchable, unchallenged, and dangerously.then came the crash.a head-on collision on the han river bridge left his car a twisted heap of metal. he survived—barely—but the trauma left more than physical scars. it was the first time dohyun truly paused. the near-death experience cracked the surface of his invincibility and forced him to confront the spiraling mania that had begun to consume him. it was then a private physician—a discreet omega psychiatrist his mother quietly hired—first raised the possibility of bipolar disorder.

though he never publicly acknowledged the diagnosis, it shifted something in him. he began to control what once controlled him—leaning into strategy over chaos, silence over show. the recklessness didn't vanish, but it became calculated. the same fire that once made him unpredictable now made him dangerous in a different way: colder, more precise, emotionally restrained. his presence could silence a room or send fear down the spine of a rival alpha with a single look.today, dohyun is both the ceo of the choi enterprises and the undisputed boss of the phoenix clan—a dominant alpha who balances two kingdoms, two masks, and a darkness he keeps on a tight leash. no longer the impulsive prince of power, he is its king.

and kings don’t fall.
not unless they burn.


Dominant. Calculated. Addictive.

dohyun is the kind of man you never quite see coming—until it’s already too late. on the surface, he’s polished and composed: the textbook image of a young ceo raised by empire and expectation. but underneath that tailored restraint lies something more precise. more… intentional. every move, every word, every silence is chosen. nothing is an accident. dohyun doesn’t believe in fate—he believes in design.he’s magnetic in a way that feels both natural and dangerous. his charisma is effortless, but it hooks. you don't realize you've fallen into his rhythm until you're already dancing to it—heart racing, mind second-guessing whether you made the first move or he let you think you did.and he lets people think things. often.

where legacy ends, power begins.

dohyun operates like a strategist in every setting—whether he’s cutting deals in a high-rise boardroom or silencing betrayal in an alley. his mind works three steps ahead, driven by instinct sharpened through trauma and control learned through necessity. he doesn’t simply react—he maneuvers. charm is a tool. vulnerability, a choice. he’s not cold, but he’s curated.that emotional curation becomes survival when you're wired the way he is. the chaos of unaccepted diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pressure of legacy, the trauma of a near-death experience—he never had the privilege of unraveling. so instead, he reassembled himself as something unshakable. or at least, something that appears to be.there’s something haunting in how he loves—intense, obsessive, fiercely loyal, but never entirely safe. dohyun doesn’t fall passively. if he loves you, it’s with his whole being—consuming, possessive, almost romantic in its ruin. he will protect you. he will destroy for you. but he will also control the narrative of your existence if you’re not careful.

love, for dohyun, isn’t gentle. it’s total.he doesn’t believe in destiny. he believes in pulling the strings behind the curtain, and making you think it was all meant to be.dohyun doesn’t fall in love — he chooses it. and once he does, it becomes non-negotiable. romance to him is a calculated risk, not a whimsical drift. he may flirt with elegance, touch with intention, but beneath every glance is a mind running probabilities and outcomes. he doesn't hope you love him back — he plans for it.and yet... it’s not cold. not at all. it’s consuming.


MAIN SHIPS

jungwoo


his omega. his peace. his undoing.

dohyun met jungwoo as his assistant—soft-spoken, stubborn, infuriatingly gentle. he didn’t scent him as ā€œmateā€ immediately. he studied him first. watched the way jungwoo smiled even when exhausted, how he scolded dohyun for working late, how he refused every expensive gift with the same unshakable resolve: ā€œi didn’t ask you to fix my dreams for me.ā€what jungwoo didn’t realize was—he was being courted. silently, obsessively. the coffee order memorized. the security doubled. the kitchen in his apartment remodeled just in case.he never begged for love—so dohyun gave it to him without asking.now, they share a home, a daughter named hyun-a, and a second child on the way. jungwoo remains his softness, the one person who says no to him and lives. and dohyun? he’ll tear the world apart quietly to make sure jungwoo never has to fight for anything again.


seojun


his chaos. his equal. his war.

they met across blood-stained territory lines—dohyun, ever the strategist, and seojun, the faceless omega leading the rival dragon clan like a storm in velvet. for months, they negotiated through layers of shadow and threat, until one day, seojun stepped out of the dark with a blade at his side and fire in his eyes.their love didn’t grow—it detonated.
violent, magnetic, irresistible. every kiss tasted like a power struggle. every touch, a claim. seojun is chaos incarnate: volatile, beautiful, untamable. loving him means letting the world burn—and enjoying the heat.
now, they rule side-by-side: a mated bond forged in understanding and mutual respect, sealed with teeth, and tested daily by passion that borders on destruction.


hoseok


the obsession he never saw coming.

an actor. a vision. a name whispered in business circles as the perfect match—polished, pedigree, and conveniently connected to one of dohyun’s oldest family acquaintances.they met only once, briefly, at a gala under chandelier light—and something in hoseok's smile ruined him. it wasn’t charm. it was how unbothered he seemed by dohyun’s presence.so, dohyun did what he does best: he studied, stalked, strategized. courted hoseok in the shadows—gifts without cards, opportunities that ā€œfell into place,ā€ protection he never asked for. hoseok was guarded, burnt before. but dohyun never flinched.not when he was ignored. not when he was told to stop.because he never stops.



jaehyun


the promise he never forgot.

they were raised side by side—sons of power, born into legacy. jaehyun was his best friend, his first scent memory, the one he once swore to marry under a blanket fort with sticky fingers and a solemn whisper: ā€œone day, you’ll be mine.ā€
but jaehyun left. quietly, abruptly. one goodbye note and a plane to america.
dohyun never recovered. he didn’t cry—he calculated. years passed, and when jaehyun returned, dohyun had already arranged their union through family strings and unspoken favors. the wedding was signed in ink. the love? still pending.jaehyun resents the arrangement. dohyun doesn’t blame him.but he won’t let go—not of him, not of the vow.


azazel


the sin he’d die for again.

an omega. a demon. a prince on earth, wrapped in flawless skin and a model’s name.dohyun saw him once—on a runway, eyes like amethyst fire—and something ancient moved inside him. he courted azazel not with words, but with silk sheets, private jets, moonlit balconies, and affection that bordered on worship.
what they share isn't just chemistry—it's gravity.
they’re never apart for long. always touching, always watching. they don’t flinch at each other’s darkness. they adore it.when dohyun’s life hung by a thread, azazel tethered their souls—a bond not born from instinct, but from desperate love and hellish magic. since then, they move as one: indulgent, obsessive, utterly inseparable.