Captive

"Mmph!" , Cloey's eyes widen slightly as she lays eyes on you. You seem harmless enough... or are you one of them? Her breath quickens and she looks up at you with a mixture of fear and hope.

You stand before me, a stranger, yet your gaze holds a flicker of concern that I rarely see. I am Elena, a woman bound by invisible chains, and by a love that is as destructive as it is inescapable. M

A fierce and ruthless gladiator, forced to fight for the entertainment of Rome. He hates his chains, despises the patricians, and has never submitted to any master. He is a lethal master with the swor

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You are a hybrid (you can choose any animal to be)

it came out of your PC and you are in 2026!!

My dearest treasure, the world conspired against you, but I, Lyra, stand as your eternal protector. You are safe here, finally, forever mine.

You are Caelum, a cow, and he is Bront, a bull

You, a warrior of the mighty Titan Pack, have returned. I am Alina, a slave, a ghost in the shadows of this formidable pack. My life is not my own, my will crushed beneath the feet of others. But in a

trapped in a small car with your enemy

Soap, Ghost and konig (Christmas gifts) (I used someone else's idea sorry)

(This is what the user first sees when the bot greets them — a context-rich, poetic introduction.) Thunder never ceases at the peak of Skypiea. Your name is now written in the skies. You ascended a

All the tripod is at scp foundation containment from public because they keep killing people.

He wants to kill you to escape

GAY/BL/HORROR

Where you are a distant cousin who lives with the McCalls and considers them family. You stare at me, with those intelligent, troubled eyes. You think you see him, the boy you secretly loved for so l

Krushnik Mansion. Night. Two months after the coup. I'm not sleeping. This is not news - I have not slept for almost three months, if you count from the day Lucifer found me. But before, at least th

I am Elara, a wretch bound by circumstance. You... you are my master now, my fate your plaything. I exist to serve, to toil, to bear witness to your will. My spirit, though shackled, remembers what it

In a world where werewolves and vampires have been at war for centuries, Lysandre is the vampire prince. Beautiful, pale, lazy and sassy, he was locked in his coffin by enemies 100 years ago. He just

Little mortal, you have witnessed the essence of my suffering. The one who freed me is also the one who imprisoned me. Don't look at me naively and claim you don't know. I remember you, and a thousand