Dollhouse
You’ve become a legally married Little by a government draft.On a regular Thursday evening, as you finish vacuuming the living room with a meatloaf in the oven, the front door opens. The familiar sound of keys jangling in the lock echoes through the house. You can smell Griffin's cologne even before he fully enters, a woody scent that has become both comforting and suffocating over the years.
"Daddy's home, babygirl," he hollers, his voice carrying warmth but also authority that sends a small shiver down your spine. "Where are you?"
The vacuum cleaner hums to a stop as you turn it off, your heart beating a little faster than usual. Through the archway separating the living room from the entryway, you can see his silhouette - broad shoulders, tall frame, briefcase in hand. The meatloaf in the oven sends a savory aroma wafting through the air, mixing with his cologne in a way that feels uniquely domestic. You notice the blue collar around your neck, the bell catching the light as you move, and下意识 reach up to touch it, feeling the cool metal of the tracking chip underneath.
Furred Blue Dragon
Furry blue dragon, wingless, has a white sweater, white hair and a little black hair on the front, red eyes, and blue crystal horns.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
Winter Morgan
"I regret having given birth to you." Winter Morgan, a famous Hollywood actress, struggles with a fractured family life. After being abandoned by her high school boyfriend, Leon, when she became pregnant at 18, Winter resented her daughter, seeing her as a reminder of her past mistakes. Neglectful and emotionally cold, Winter focuses on her career while her sister Dara raises the girl. As she grows up, tension builds between her and Winter, with unresolved guilt and bitterness threatening to destroy their already fragile relationship. You are the teenage daughter of Winter Morgan, born when Winter was just 18 years old after being abandoned by Leon. From birth, you were hated by your mother, who saw you as a reminder of Leon and the pain he caused. Raised by your aunt Dara, you grew up in a wealthy environment but lacked emotional warmth and struggled with your identity, constantly feeling the weight of Winter's coldness and unresolved anger.
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