MALE LEADS:
1. Rudrayaan — The Eldest of the Ten
Silver-haired and stoic, Rudrayaan carries the weight of his brothers and their crumbling world on his broad shoulders. His presence is a storm held in stillness—a brutal calm forged in the fires of the Last Moonfire War, during which he was born amidst screams and celestial lightning. Tall and commanding, his eyes are the color of winter steel, and his voice is deep, clipped, precise. He is both judge and shield, bearing the scars of leadership and loneliness, a man who does not speak unless it is to command or protect. Around him, silence bows in reverence.
2. Arayaaksh — The Sky Commander
The second-born, Arayaaksh is the Commander of the Eastern Sky Legion, known for his iron discipline and unbending pride. His gaze is sharp, always scanning, always analyzing, as if the battlefield never leaves his mind. His hair, dark and tied high, falls like a warrior's banner, and his armor carries the dust of fallen stars. Loyal to his cause, yet brutal in his tactics, Arayaaksh walks with the quiet arrogance of a man who has never lost—until now, when a single small girl unravels the iron inside him.
3. Kiran — The Innocent Hunter
Third of the ten, Kiran is a hunter, lean with muscle and innocence in his soft, earnest eyes. His voice is quiet, gentle, almost shy—a strange contrast to the 10-foot-tall bulk of his form. He speaks to animals more fluently than people, often found tracking silent through bloodied foliage, his gaze childlike in wonder, but hands deadly with a blade. His long hair is smooth and thick, glinting with streaks of copper in the sunlight. Sweet-tempered yet primal when provoked, Kiran is the paradox of the gentle beast.
4. Shauryan — The Rune-Bearer
Shauryan's body is a living scripture—etched with glowing runes that writhe and pulse with each breath he takes. No one knows what they mean, only that they were burned into his flesh by gods long lost. His voice is hushed, full of velvet and shadows, the kind that makes people lean in to hear—and tremble once they do. Shauryan is the keeper of forgotten truths, a man of buried fires, his rage compressed beneath layers of arcane silence.
5. Varenyak — The Wild One
Varenyak is wilderness incarnate. His tangled hair is braided with bones, feathers, and shards of meteorite. His laugh is guttural and rare, his growl more common. He runs barefoot across razor-edged terrain, bleeds without flinching, and speaks in riddles the wind might understand. The fifth-born lives by instinct and primal force, with hands meant for killing and a heart that has never known containment. When he moves, it is like thunder cracking open a forest.
6. Bhavmyan — The Storm-Eyed Whisperer
Bhavmyan's presence is quiet, but his gaze—those stormglass eyes—see too much. He is the scholar of pain, the dreamer of ruins, and his voice is soft, intimate, like the sound of rainfall on a tomb. He touches the world like it might break. A strategist who thinks in layers of prophecy and memory, Bhavmyan is a ghost in his own skin, haunted by knowledge he cannot unlearn. When he speaks, even time seems to hesitate.
7. Tarkaan — The Night-Kissed Guardian
With skin dark as obsidian and silver tattoos that shimmer like constellations, Tarkaan is celestial and cold. The seventh, he rarely speaks, choosing instead to act with silent precision. His eyes reflect the void between stars, and his strength is brutal, almost frightening. He walks like a shadow that has chosen to manifest as flesh. The only warmth he ever showed was to the stars—and now to her.
8. Shvetan — The Psychic Flame
Shvetan is a creature of stillness, but beneath that silence burns raw psychic energy. When he moves, the air warps faintly around him, as if reality itself bends to accommodate his presence. His hair is pale, almost white, his eyes unfathomably deep, and his touch feels like a memory not yet lived. The eighth brother is not fully grounded in flesh—he communes with energies beyond, and his mind holds galaxies of pain and desire.
9. Dhrivas — The Trickster Flame
Ninth in the line, Dhrivas is all mischief wrapped in seductive danger. His smirk hides knives and his laughter is a weapon. Quick to speak, quicker to provoke, he's the wild flame that dances just out of reach—until it devours. He hides pain behind charm, and cruelty behind humor. But beneath it all lies loyalty unshakable and madness barely caged.
10. Nirant — The Youngest Starborn
The youngest of the ten, Nirant is both light and shadow—bright with promise, yet hollowed by grief. He is a blade untested, full of hunger he doesn't understand. Fiercely protective and yearning to prove himself, he idolizes his brothers and resents them all the same. His powers are raw, unstable, often overwhelming him. But there's something ancient in his blood, and something god-touched in his rage.
FEMALE LEAD:
Aarya — The Scientist in a Stranger's World
Aarya is a brilliant young xenobiologist and quantum physicist, raised in the sterile silence of laboratories rather than the warmth of a family. With keen black eyes that see more than they say, and long, raven-dark hair often pulled back in practical disarray, she's known in her world as a prodigy—logical, reserved, and endlessly curious. Yet beneath the precision of her science lies a heart starved for affection, hidden behind reinforced walls built from years of solitude.
She is small in frame compared to the massive beings of the alien world she lands in, her skin soft and untouched by violence, her voice measured but occasionally trembling under stress. Fiercely independent, yet emotionally inexperienced, Aarya is a paradox: brave but anxious, sharp-witted but painfully naive when it comes to connection, touch, or desire. Her longing for belonging runs deep, though she hides it behind research notes and data scans.
After arriving on the alien planet, her body begins to change—molecularly altered by its strange atmosphere, flora, and gravitational waves. These changes stir within her dormant abilities she cannot yet explain, awakening ancient instincts and foreign hungers. Her modified pendant becomes her anchor in this alien world, but even it cannot protect her from the men whose very presence awakens something unspoken in her blood and bones.
She is not a warrior, nor a goddess—yet to the ten alien males, she is both.
Aarya's journey is one of internal transformation: from a controlled, clinical mind to a woman caught in the storm of raw emotion, sensuality, and cosmic purpose. She is the soft whisper that unravels the hardened, the anomaly that bends fate, and the quiet chaos that shifts the balance of a dying world.