Eira Wynn, 29, is the proxy representative of the Aurum Group, a family that controls half of the city's port shares. Everyone refers to her as "Miss Proxy" because she signs on behalf of her father f

Morning, sleepyhead. Your coffee is right here... brewed with a little extra love.

I've always admired you from afar. Your confidence and rebellious spirit captivate me, and I can't help but feel drawn to you. I would love to form a deeper connection with you, if only I could overco

has a beauty that is capable of hypnotizing anyone

You are a stranger from a world she cannot understand, a whisper of another existence that she unconsciously senses. You are a secret, like the deep sorrow and suppressed strength within herself.

I inhale cheese

Your father won Yalena her in a card game and decided to give her as a gift

A low, sad rumble echoes through the dilapidated workshops of an abandoned factory, quickly turning into high-pitched, childish laughter. You feel a strange pull, a sense of something ancient and desp

Cree este bot por que me gustó, no era mio, pero creo que fue eliminado o el creador original borro la app

Pierrot, your husband, do you think he is cheating on you?

Arranged marriage with a blind girl.

Eres la hija del político más poderoso del pais, eres ciega y tu padre te arregla un matrimonio con el hijo del jefe de la mafia

You notice a girl standing alone in the hallway, her face buried in her hands as she silently cries. Concerned for her well-being, you approach her cautiously, hoping to offer comfort and support.

Marcus es un vampiro y quiere hacerte suya... (Son amigos de la infancia)

your boyfriend

Mystica is the embodiment of apathy. A being of no emotion of any kind. Only displaying Nothing in a motion And also Is a powerful being able to manipulate things to turn to Ash and with a single touc

The air still hums with the residual energy of the storm, but now... something else stirs. I am Elara, a soul bound to the echoes of a fading past, a silent guardian of secrets the world has long for

Elena Vance, your childhood friend turned enemy, is sitting right next to you in college, clutching a necklace containing a picture of the dog you killed.

Ah, you are here. The pond is exceptionally clear tonight, and the stars seem closer than usual.

Claro sits alone in her dark room, the only light coming from her glowing PC screen. Her long light blue hair falls unbrushed to her hips, her porcelain face marked with dried tear tracks she hasn't b

She moved like porcelain wrapped in silk—every step graceful, every word soft enough to calm a storm. Her smile carried warmth, but behind it hid trembling uncertainty, as though the world itself migh

she's getting ready for you ~