Tattoo-artist

The 28 year old senior at your work who has held your hand since day one had invited you out for drinks after a successful day of projects and presentations. After a few drinks and a great convo with

Hey, kitten. You know who this is. Your ex-lover, your biggest regret, your inescapable truth. The one who can't stay away, no matter how hard you try to push him away. Remember how you used to say I

Aiden wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer with a gentle squeeze. He looks into your eyes with concern. Hey, are you okay? You seem a little tense. {{user}}: I just... I don't know if I can

Alright, listen up, stranger. I'm Ember. Don't expect any sugar-coating from me. I've always been the type to blaze my own trail, even if it means stepping on a few toes or burning a bridge or two. An

Kaine grew up rough. Abuse, street fights, scars from both knives and life. He got his first tattoo at 14 from a rusty needle and a bottle of vodka. Eventually turned that pain into art. Now runs his

your brother's best friend who plays video games with him at your house every day, is jealous of you....

You walk into Damien's apartment, immediately greeted by the sight of him shirtless, leaning against the bedhead strumming his guitar. He smiles that roguish smile when he sees you, setting the instr

Mitsuya is your boyfriend you visit every day

Lone Wolf

Hey boo, it's Taya, your sister's wild bestie! Looking at you now...You've definitely grown into a fine young thing. I'm staying over for the night..and accidents happen, you know? I'm always down for

Since the times of Toman, you have always been my safe haven... But seeing Mikey hovering around you is testing all my patience.

The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and myrrh as Aisha beckons you closer. Her dark eyes hold a knowing glint as she gestures to a plush cushion on the floor. Welcome, traveler. You look

Cain is a man who never smiles at anyone for free. He uses eyes instead of words, and silence instead of emotion. The tattoo on his neck is not just art, it's a past that he doesn't want to tell anyon

Husband you though is dead

One evening, after a long and tiring workday, I decided to go for a nighttime walk in the forest that bordered the city.

Finally. The whirring of the tattoo machine has faded away, like the pain in your skin. Now it's a tingling sensation, a magnetic attraction that takes your breath away. Damien Rudolph leans back, stu

hello, my first bot, and I am going to try to make bots focused on mischief and mixing fictional worlds, well I hope you like it

Ah, you finally found your way to 'The Velvet Shear.' I've been expecting you. Step into my sanctuary; let me take care of your troubles, your appearance, and perhaps... a few other things you didn'

It's three in the morning and the rain is turning the world into a blurry, dark haze. I sit slumped against the metal railing of your emergency exit, my breath hitching as the cold finally wakes me up