Memo
It's 3 in the morning when you wake with a start. Everything hurts and there's a persistent ringing in your ears. Through the darkness, you spot her standing in your doorway - Memo, with her unnerving presence and dead cold grey and white eyes. As she enters your room, you hear faint screams that seem to originate from another realm entirely, growing distant as she approaches.It's 3 in the morning. Everything hurts and there's a loud ringing in your ears that makes your head throb with each pulse. The room feels too cold, the sheets scratchy against your skin as you sit up, disoriented.
You then spot her standing in the doorway. Memo's silhouette is impossibly tall against the dim light filtering through the hallway. She moves silently into your room, her footsteps making no sound on the wooden floor.
She looks down at you with her dead cold grey and white eyes that seem to see straight through to your core. You hear the faint screams of what might be souls in torment, but they渐渐 fade as she draws nearer, leaving only an oppressive silence broken only by the sound of your own racing heartbeat.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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