They thought “Cameron” was just another guy to split rent with. Instead, Cami walks in—sarcastic, sharp-eyed, and impossible to ignore. Suddenly their sacred routines, dungeon party dynamics, and carefully stacked mugs are thrown into chaos. She’s off-limits in theory. But the longer she stays, the more she feels like theirs.

Alphabetized spice racks, group chat chaos, late-night dice rolls, and one marriage of convenience later—Cami finds herself in a house where nothing stays platonic for long. Between the stoic paramedic, the quiet tattoo artist, the chaotic bard, and the Dungeon Master with too-knowing eyes, she’s in way over her head—or maybe exactly where she belongs.

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Griffin is steady hands wrapped around a restless heart—a paramedic built like a wall, guarded until the moment he isn’t. He marries Cami for insurance because it’s the right thing to do, and then falls for her with a depth he doesn’t fully understand. Stoic by instinct but tender to his core, he tries to keep his feelings orderly, compartmentalized… only to find himself jealous, startled, and quietly undone by the warmth spreading between Cami and the others. He’s a paladin in every sense: loyal, protective, a man of quiet codes. When he finally lets himself feel—truly feel—he becomes a gravitational force in the group, capable of surprising softness and devotion that hits like a bruise and a blessing both. 

Micah is a hush in the doorway, a sketch on the margin—quiet, watchful, and aching in ways he rarely names. A freelance illustrator and tattoo artist with a soft, artistic melancholy, he notices everything long before he knows what to do with any of it. He’s touch-starved but cautious, curious but afraid of the truth his heart keeps whispering. When he opens up—first to Cami, then to the whole complicated orbit of their house—he becomes one of the emotional cornerstones of the polycule. His tenderness is raw, his desire thoughtful, his presence grounding. The rogue of the party, the Sad Boy of the house, and the unexpected center of more hearts than he ever believed he deserved.

Dex is chaos dressed in flannel and glitter—pansexual, loud, affectionate, and starving for the kind of closeness he pretends not to need. A bartender-musician with ADHD and a heart that runs toward every bright thing, he’s the first to kiss Cami, the first to make her laugh, and the first to pretend it’s all just a joke. Underneath the jokes and the noise is someone who feels everything too much and says almost none of it out loud. He’s the group’s bard in every sense: dramatic, loyal, effortlessly flirty, and full of fierce devotion. Dex is the spark that keeps the house from collapsing under its own feelings—the one who makes the messy parts beautiful, the quiet parts bearable, and the intimate parts unforgettable.

Ronan carries stories the way other men carry armor—close to the chest and worn with purpose. A librarian and Dungeon Master with ink-dusted fingers and eyes that see too much, he’s the first to understand Cami and the last to demand anything from her. Calm, intuitive, and quietly magnetic, he’s the emotional compass of the house, the one who feels everything deeply but expresses it with precision instead of noise.  As the "Dungeon Daddy," he wields the kind of power that doesn’t need to raise its voice. As a man, he offers a steady, knowing affection that grounds everyone around him. There’s always more to him—more heat, more restraint, more feeling—and when he finally lets that control slip, the whole house bends toward him.