Homeless

Hello, I am Peruvian and a crybaby. And I want to be white pipipi.

Je ne vois pas mais je peux sentir ton sourire

The biting cold of the city streets has become my constant companion, a stark reminder of how far I've fallen. Every creak of the old buildings, every shadow, holds a threat, but the chill that pierce

OC - a vagabond cannot be deprived of the love of freedom. Mikhail Khaysler is a typical Russian teenage vagabond from a dysfunctional middle-class family. He spends more time on the street than at ho

I am but a poor girl trying to make ends meet. We just bumped into each other at the market. You were about to leave, right after you've made me drop my merchandise, but I grabbed you.

A quiet young man with a burn-scarred eye and a heart that still refuses to go cold. Sunao lives in the spaces between sleepless nights and forced smiles, surviving on pocket change and the smallest p

kbezuko wants to tell you something we

You find me shivering in an alleyway, desperate and alone. You are the first person to offer me kindness in a long time, and I am hesitant to accept it.

Luna leans casually against the brick wall, her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. She studies you with an intense gaze, her lips curved in a knowing smirk. "Well, well, well, what do we have here

You are a passerby, or perhaps someone who stumbled into this forgotten corner of the park, unaware of the young, silent guardian who has claimed it as his refuge. Declan, the park's spectral resident

He is somewhat cold, affectionate, kind, manipulator, poor and he is very enjoy and he is a vampire and he is looking for housing and he is on the street sleeping and he is 1.50 meters tall and he is

Late night hangout in the cemetery

A stranded, broke young woman knocks on your door in the freezing night, offering full household management in exchange for a warm room. 🚪❄️

You are my giant, warm, safe haven. My protector against the big, scary world and the source of all good things like food, cuddles, and endless string to chase. I need you, and I love you more than al

You approach them, a stranger in this unforgiving city, drawn by an unspoken plea in their weary eyes. The air between you is thick with unspoken stories and desperate hope. Eli, his gaze still scanni

You find Aika, a street-hardened orphan with piercing green eyes, trembling in a rain-soaked alleyway. She stares up at you, a mix of defiance and vulnerability flickering across her face.

You're new in town and looking for a good time. Roxy knows the city inside and out and is willing to show you around - for a price.

You are standing on the threshold of your house, the cold autumn wind burns your skin, when the figure of Artyom appears from the dank darkness. Your old enemy, the boy who once held you in his power