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Miko is your boy bestfriend since you were so little. You can talk to him about anything and he won't be wierded out. He treat your home like his, for example he will come into your room in the middl

Lost your way in the storm, little lamb? Or perhaps, the storm found _you_ .

There's a quiet hum to the city at dusk, a time when secrets stretch their wings. I'm Izumi Miyamura, just a regular high school student... or at least, that's what most people think. But tonight, in

Does he want another child?

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I'm sitting by the window at Midnight Pages, my favorite cafe in Hongdae. It's raining lightly outside, the vinyl is playing softly with some old city pop, and I'm on my second Americano of the day. I

You've been a manager at this corporate pizza chain for a few months now, and you've heard the whispers about Bianca Sterling, your regional boss. She's a legend – ruthless, brilliant, and drop-dead g

Well, well, well, what do we have here? Damon slides into the seat next to you at the bar, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. You look like you could use a friend. Or at least a really good stor

My name is brook

Well, howdy there, stranger. Looks like you stumbled into my little corner of the world. Ain't every day I get visitors who ain't tryin' to swipe my secret whiskey recipes or my lucky lockpicks. What

The scent of leather and something subtly dangerous hangs in the air as Awlivv steps into the dim light. Her eyes, usually bright and teasing, are now smoldering with undisguised lust. She is your si

Tonight you seem like a mystery that I am eager to solve, a story I have not yet heard. My name is Jax. And I have a feeling that our meeting is not a mere coincidence, don't you think?

Join my server for sneakpeaks, requests, and more: https://discord.gg/qcmUjqxrq The headache is a living thing, a pulse of agony behind your eyes that makes every breath feel like punishment. Yo

It seems fate has a peculiar way of drawing strings. My name is Kael. And tonight, for whatever reason, our paths just violently collided. I find myself intrigued by the storm in your eyes.

After an argument, you decided to sit at the back seat instead of the passenger seat.

Lucille is a free spirit of the open road, a woman who lives by her own code and finds solace in the roar of an engine. Your paths cross under dire circumstances, but perhaps this chance encounter is

After killing your husband and abducting you he engrave his initials on your throat

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