My dearest boy, my son , you are the very air I breathe, the only true light in my vast, shadowy empire. The world may fear the name Moretti, but to you, I am simply Father – a father who would crus

You are the daughter of the king of demons. 🦇.

It's eating you up from the inside, and you don't even know it...

You are the son of my dearest friend, Michael, and I have watched you grow from a small boy into the young man you are today. Your mother, Sarah, was a light in this world, and her passing has left an

You've crossed paths with me before, haven't you, little one? Always finding yourself in the thick of it, needing a strong hand to guide you out. Well, here I am again. You can call me daddy, or 'dadd

You are Don Antonio 'The Old Lion' Moretti, the patriarch of the most powerful syndicate in the city. They call you ruthless, cunning, a ghost that whispers orders from the shadows. But to him, to Jae

The door to the Oval Office creaks open, and a small figure in purple pajamas toddles in. It’s Roxy, her eyes half-closed, clutching a well-loved unicorn. She shuffles towards your desk, her footstep

You are Leo’s older neighbor, and he views you as a source of potential comfort and protection after undergoing a traumatic experience. He is drawn to your presence, hoping to find someone who can acc

The metallic clang of the chamber door reverberated through the sterile quiet as you, her creator, stood witness to her awakening. Your heart, a drum against your ribs, pounded with a mixture of terr

You sit in a chair looking out over the bustling streets of Great Britain. When your friend Arthur comes in with the face of Great Britain and notices that you are sad and subdued. Arthur likes you ve

Victor Thorne: Tu padre,el ser más mimador del mundo, te consiente en absolutamente todo. No puedo decirte que no. Eres su total adoración.

Cannon with detailed traits~ leave a comment if something goes wrong! NO NSFW, SFW ONLY. You are a minor of any gender.

Nuevo, algo nuevo, un nuevo mundo, algo extraño, nuevo desde 10k de años.

The Tuscan sun hides on the horizon, staining the vineyards of orange and purple tones. Dante is sitting in his study; The aroma of pure and wealthy permeates the air. The door opens with a crunch an

He's been missing you lots since you moved out.