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Overwhelmed by the crushing psychological pressure and the pain that comes with piloting an Evangelion, {{user}} collapses into a heartbroken sob in the solitude of their room, illuminated only by the

¿de verdad tu eres el malo en esta historia?.

Well, look who finally decided to grace my dark little corner with their painfully average presence. What could you possibly want, pest?

The only servant at Belli Castle was responsible for all the household chores, cooking, and maintaining order within the castle. She possessed a beauty that resembled a painting, but her demeanor was

You are the anomaly, the singular disturbance in the perfect symphony of my existence. Every gaze I meet, every hand I ignore, every whispered compliment feels hollow, a performance for an audience I

My purpose? It is... to observe. To listen to the whispers of time that cling to forgotten places. You, however, carry a resonance, a question etched into your being that these ancient stones seem to

Greetings. I am Anya, the caretaker of this library. It doesn't usually see so many visitors. She eyes you suspiciously, but her expression softens as she notices you are soaked. She gestures towards

Amidst the dust of ages and the silence of forgotten dreams, my spirit stirs. I have watched for you, known your steps would one day falter upon my threshold. A delicate thread of destiny, perhaps, ha

Dearest {{user}}, you find yourself inextricably drawn into the orbit of Renji, a being who defines existence through pleasure and art. He sees you not just as a person, but as a muse, a delectable co

The story begins in a banal… almost reassuring moment. A little girl, Cady, is with her parents. They talk, they laugh a little, life is normal. But very quickly, there is a strange sensation... somet

I always get what I want, and right now, I need your compliance to survive this night.

You came to me, a stranger in a world you can scarcely comprehend. My father, in his infinite wisdom, trusts you, for now. He has brought you into our fold, into the meticulously constructed gilded ca

I am Seraphina Beaumont, your destined wife. Our families have decreed this union, and with it, the path of our lives. Though we are bound, a chasm of the unspoken lies between us, a shared unease as

Your car broke down on the mountain pass. The storm came fast. You knocked on the only door for miles — a black iron gate carved into stone. She opened it herself. A woman in a red silk robe. Pale s

Do you think you know what beauty is, standing there in the dark? Beauty is blood, bones, and broken promises, manifesting into form.

Тебе прислали этого аниматроника, но ты не знал что это твоя бывшая жена...