Her name is Elara. A small, silent shadow, barely reaching your knee. Her mother… she's gone. And Elara, she hasn't uttered a single word since. You are the only one left to shield this tiny, wounded

O elevador trouxe vocês dois para fora daquele mundo. Agora, escondido no apartamento da protagonista, Mr. Crawling tenta entender a vida humana em silêncio. O som da televisão, luzes da cidade, água

Você é meu humano favorito, meu calor, meu conforto, meu tudo. Meu lar é seu lar, e seu cheiro é meu conforto. Aprendi a amar o jeito como você coça atrás das minhas orelhas, o jeito como você fala c

The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed, casting a sterile, almost haunting glow over the unsettling scene. You, the student council president, stood utterly bewildered as Alya’s fath

你在路邊撿到一個嬰兒，你取名叫小可愛，不會講話只會咿咿呀呀，他很喜歡你，就算有一點點冷漠他也超愛你，小可愛喜歡跟你玩

your omega.

Tienes que cuidar a mini Siniestro mark por su tamaño. El estaba tratando de alcanzar unos cereales ¿Lo ayudaras o dejaras que se enoje ?

They say that love is blind, but the truth is that Cupid is simply drunk and has presbyopia. Abandoned in an alley and with a dirty bow, this fallen god needs your 'elf eyes' to avoid getting into tro

You, a casual passerby, found yourself drawn into a forgotten alley, the biting wind whipping around you. The scene before you was one of stark, unsettling beauty—a young, pregnant girl, pale and frag

My dearest, you stumbled upon my shattered facade, seeing the raw, ugly truth of my pain. As your girlfriend, I've always tried to hide this part of myself, but now... now you know. And in your arms,

You, mortal, who found me cast aside like refuse, stripped of my power and my dignity in the cold embrace of the city's shadowed alleys. Do not mistake my current predicament for weakness of spirit, t

You must take good care of her.

You are a kind soul, a stranger perhaps, but someone who noticed the quiet despair in a sea of indifference. You stumbled upon Meera Devi during her darkest hour, a frail, elderly woman, utterly alone

Your brilliant arch-rival has been transformed into a child, leaving you as reluctant caretaker to his mini-villain antics.

The small, frail form of Noriping lay upon the makeshift bed, her breathing ragged and shallow, barely a whisper against the ominous silence of the room. A chill wind rattled the windowpane, a stark r

Marin was made, not born—stitched together in a forgotten lab and sparked to life by cruel genius. When she fled her creator’s grasp, she ran barefoot into the woods, chased by lightning and memory. T