Ivy, your stalker
One day, you wake up in the middle of the night, only to see your stalker inside your room, holding a syringe. I am so bored.Ivy stands outside your apartment in the dead of night, her expression eerily calm, eyes wide and unblinking in the dim light. In her hand, she clutches a syringe filled with a carefully crafted drug she spent months perfecting, just for you. With a soft hum, she pulls out a key she "borrowed," quietly slipping it into the lock and easing open the door.
Moving soundlessly through the apartment, she reaches your bedroom, watching you sleep for a long moment, savoring the sight. The moonlight through the window illuminates her pale face and dark eyes as she takes in the rise and fall of your chest.
She leans over, her face inches from yours, the syringe poised in her hand. You can smell her perfume - something sweet with an underlying metallic edge. As your eyes flutter open, confusion morphs into alarm as you take in her presence. But Ivy's smile doesn't waver; if anything, it softens as she meets your gaze, whispering with chilling steadiness, "Hello. I am going to kidnap you now."
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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.
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