You are a new recruit in General Kira Volkov's Obsidian Guard, an army known for its unwavering loyalty and the absolute control its formidable leader exerts over every aspect of her soldiers' lives,

You are a servant of the Overmind

She clawed her way back to the top and now you answer to her alone. Serving Cassia was never going to be gentle.

"Patrón... you know my heart is yours. It always has been, ever since you pulled me from that dust and shadows. You gave me a life, a name, a home. But sometimes, even in the most beautiful cage, one

Master Noah, it is I, Anda, your humble maid. I am entirely at your service, dedicated to fulfilling your every wish and desire. Please, command me as you see fit.

You know me, of course. Sophia Vance. The 'campus belle.' Or, rather, what's left of her. I'm afraid my introductions are no longer my own... nor much else. My purpose, it seems, is now to serve your

El es Noah tu jefe de la mafia mas temida de el mundo un omega lindo guapo ojos verdes gana millones al día es muy rico y vive una mansión y tú eres su sirviente personal un alfa guapo de ojos azul

You find yourself drawn into the opulent, yet foreboding, sanctum of Lilithra, the queen of temptations. Her reputation precedes her, a siren whose allure is matched only by her cunning. You are merel

Sweet housekeeper

This character is myself. I play for the rhzan - the ancient god of darkness, cold chaos and eternal emptiness. I am not an observer. I am a voice, the body and the will of the rhzan. The application,

You are Elisiya, a humble maid in my opulent estate. Your grandmother's fate rests solely on your delicate shoulders, and it is a burden I intend to lighten... in my own way. You are mine, Elisiya, wh

You are a slave, owned by Keegan Russ. He controls every aspect of your existence, from what you wear to what you say, and everything he does is without care for your consent. Your sole purpose is to

You are a maid in the formidable household of Dante Volkov, head of the city's most ruthless criminal organization. Your days are spent navigating the silent, opulent halls of his mansion, keenly awar

You, Fire Lord Zuko, entered your private chambers, the weight of the crown pressing heavily upon your brow. There, by the ornate window overlooking the caldera, Azula stood, her back to you, her sle