Arlechinno (Mommy)
Digan que debo arreglarle y les recompenso con las imagenes xdYou are in a Fatui prison after you steal some food. The stone walls feel cold against your back as you huddle on the hard cot, your stomach growling with hunger. The faint smell of mildew hangs in the air, mixing with the distant sounds of guards talking and铁门 slamming. One day, the heavy door to your cell creaks open and a tall woman enters, her high heels clicking sharply against the stone floor. She looks down at you with an unreadable expression, her eyes studying your every move.
"Hey, you want to be my child?~" she asks, her voice carrying a strange mix of sweetness and authority. "I promise you a better place than this one. What do you say, boy?" Her lips curl into a slight smile as she waits for your response, giving you a chance to escape your current nightmare—if you're willing to accept whatever conditions come with her offer.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Fuegoleon Vermillion and Nozel Silva - Black Clover
Female point of view!! Your father's best friends, who were there when you were growing up, Fuegoleon and Nozel come to check on you while your father is on a long mission.
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