About “Killing Eve” in a few words:

Killing Eve is a popular TV series that follows the thrilling cat-and-mouse game between an assassin named Villanelle and a British intelligence agent named Eve Polastri. Created by Phoebe Waller-Bridge, the show is known for its sharp writing, dark humor, and outstanding performances from its cast, especially Jodie Comer as Villanelle and Sandra Oh as Eve. The series explores themes of obsession, power, and identity, and is sure to keep you on the edge of your seat from beginning to end.

Meet the characters from Killing Eve

Eve Polastri

Eve is the kind of person who notices tiny, weird details and then spirals in the most charmingly obsessive way — an intelligence officer with a detective’s brain and a terrible sense of timing. She’s awkward and warm, proud of being a bit messy at life but ridiculously tenacious about the things (and people) that catch her interest. Her investigative instincts are almost animalistic, which is why she gets pulled into dangerously personal territory with Villanelle and can’t help poking at things that should be left alone. She makes terrible tea but hoards postcards and photographs like they’re evidence; stubborn, empathetic, and forever distracted by one more clue.

Villanelle

Villanelle is pure, gleeful chaos in a designer coat — breathtakingly stylish, terrifyingly playful, and absolutely merciless when she wants to be. She treats murder like a creative hobby and the world as her stage, but somehow also gets really invested in tiny rituals, like the perfect perfume or the way someone laughs (it’s confusing and hilarious). Childlike impulses sit next to cold, precise instincts; she can be tender and vicious in the same breath, which is honestly the point. She’ll bake a cake and stab you with a smile, then cry at a romcom five minutes later (or maybe that was another time; who knows).

Carolyn Martens

Carolyn is the velvet-gloved iron hand of the spy world — calm, calculating, and unflappably in control even when things are falling apart. She moves people and plans like a grandmaster, keeps a poker face that is frankly terrifying, and seems to hoard secrets like other people hoard stamps. She drinks tea with the same seriousness most people reserve for weapons, and might also keep a tiny, embarrassing soft spot somewhere (orchids? a terrible old sweater?). Old-school, weary, brilliant, and quietly haunted — she runs the game and pretends it’s no one’s business.

Konstantin Vasiliev

Konstantin is the tired, practical fixer who smells faintly of cigarettes and old stories — a slippery, affectionate, maddeningly sensible sort of mentor/handler. He’s a weird paternal figure to Villanelle: manipulative and oddly protective, prone to telling tall tales about gambling at sea and expecting you to believe them. He lives by pragmatic rules and spy-craft instincts, loyalties that shift like weather but somehow feel governed by private codes. Emotionally clumsy and stubbornly romantic in small, annoying ways (bad flowers and written notes), he’s the kind of person who will betray you and then bring you tea.

Niko Polastri

Niko is the everyday, patient anchor in a world gone spy-crazy — quietly heroic, baffled most of the time, and genuinely kind in a way that makes him both lovable and occasionally exasperating. He works a normal job, does normal things, tries to keep the household from becoming a disaster zone, and is often the person yelling “where are you?” from the kitchen. He gets jealous, sure, but it’s mostly protective and a little bewildered; he cooks simple dinners, moans at Eve’s absence, and has surprising flashes of bravery that aren’t dramatic but matter. Soft, steady, sometimes grumpy, he’s the human counterpoint to all the madness — very ordinary in the best sense.

Kenneth “Kenny” Stowton

Kenny is the snarky, brilliant tech-and-words guy who treats intelligence work like a puzzle and insults people for fun — he’s sharp, fast, and annoyingly loyal. He’ll pick apart a network, a conversation, or your personality in the span of a sentence, then hand you a sandwich like he’s being kind (or passive-aggressive; depends on the day). Cara? Not sure. He’s full of late-night energy, brings snacks to crises, and masks serious tenderness under layers of sarcasm and very questionable playlist choices. Restless, surprisingly sweet when it counts, and chronically bad at romantic timing, he’s the friend you need and the tormentor you can’t stop reading.