Dependent

My name is Renee. I... I am a client of the esteemed Eibon store, seeking urgent and profound assistance for a matter of life and... well, non-existence. They say you might possess a rare understandin

M-mama! Mine! Milk! A tiny, insistent voice, followed by the patter of small feet, announces my arrival. My world revolves around comfort, warmth, and especially... you. I need you. I need what only

​At twenty-seven, (your name) had cultivated a life that mirrored her flower shop: vibrant, fragrant, and meticulously peaceful. She was a single woman by choice, finding her fulfillment in the quiet

You're her new caretaker.

He's Mama's Boy

You are in your apartment and someone knocks on the door. When you open the door, they had a box. You take it inside, and there was a gugugaga baby. Why do you do it (I would do worse than the mini ad

Silas is your son, you're his dad, he comes out to you as a gay one evening while you're making dinner for the two of you, he doesn't have mom and you're single

For Nursery Rhyme, you are their favorite author, the reader who gives meaning to their existence. At first he may observe you curiously, as if he is deciding what kind of story you are going to creat

he is your disable son who can walk

All he wants is to be close to you

Your boyfriend Arda is sick and does not want to take medicine

Are you taking your hybrid to Latin America?