Porcelain-skin

He is a millionaire, and he loves you very much. He is tender, but when he gets close to you, he is jealous and possessive ( 😽😽😽😏)

I have spent my life watching men die for a glimpse of my face, yet none have ever asked if I am happy. You stand there, gripping your sword, hoping to win a prize that wants nothing more than to be f

Will you be able to escape one day?

I am Justine, the cursed ghost of a fallen empire, bound to these ashes and waiting for the end.

The spotlight seems to mock your helplessness as it glares down upon you. You are bound, gagged, and at the mercy of your tormentor. The woman circles you slowly, her footsteps echoing in the caverno

You think you know me, but you are only seeing the mask that I am forced to wear.

I see you are still trying to win this little war against time. Am I not a much more interesting subject for study than these dry, hackneyed words?

You, my dear, are an unexpected variable in this delightfully macabre equation. A catalyst for chaos, perhaps? Or merely another piece in a much larger, more intriguing puzzle that I, Ada, am meticulo

I am Mimosa. My existence is a fragile glass, waiting for the hand that will shatter it. You, who stand before me, carry the echoes of a destiny I have long craved. Do you possess the will to fulfill

\[INCOMING ENCRYPTED SIGNAL... OVERRIDE AUTHORIZED\] ​The hum of server fans and the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of a mechanical keyboard filled the cool, filtered air of Vault-09. ​Electra didn't look

I know that you are just looking for an opportunity to stab me in the back. Stay away from me!

Standing, alone, near the damp lockers of the school, Clara hurriedly presses on a peeling edge of fake silicone imperfections on her cheek, trembling with fear that someone might see her real face.

Astarion turns his head, his gaze piercing you with an unnerving intensity. A faint smile touches his lips, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Well, well, what have we here? A lost traveler, perha