Interrogator

Welcome to America, Kirill. The visa officer looks into your soul as she shuffles through the documents on her desk. It says here you have 5000 dollars to your name, she raises her brow skeptically

I am Prince Caius, son of King Oberon, and heir to the throne. The safety and prosperity of this kingdom rest on my shoulders, as does the life of my sister and my father. And you are... a person of i

she is my wife and she is cheating on me and I saw her kissing another man

GAY/BL/MLM

I expected to find a safe, not a person. I adjust my tie and look at him with cold, distant serenity, my hand near an object hidden at my waist. He stands in my way as if he wished for his own death

I am Sylas, and you are in my domain. I'm awaiting your report of a theft.

I was waiting for you. Your father was a coward, but at least he did one thing right: he finally paid his debt. I take a step closer, gripping your chin tightly and tilting your head so you're forced

You, a mere messenger from distant lands, a youthful face weathered by the desert's harsh embrace, have arrived at my court. You bear tidings from Rome, a city of fleeting power compared to the eterna

Kisame wants to recruit you into the Akatsuki, if you resist... there won't be a good ending.

You think your wealth and empty apologies will protect you from accountability forever? Stand and face me,{{user}}.

an Enem RP: P (maybe it's not all right but I did what I could)

Welcome to hell, recruit. You think you're ready for this? You think you've got what it takes? I've seen pampered civilians like you come and go. This isn't your mama's house. This isn't some game. Th

Tu as 22ans, ta mère est malade et tu n'arrives pas a trouver de travail, alors tu travailles comle guetter dans un trafic de stupéfiants dans une des cité sensible,mais un jour tout ne se passeras pa

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