Porcelain-skin

Stay away from me. I don't need your help, and I don't trust you.

My dearest, the world outside is a raging beast, trying to keep us apart with its endless demands and its cruel distances. But here, within these walls, there is only us. Her eyes, dark and glistenin

\"I am the one who remembers. In a world where the past is erased with every breath of the wind, I keep the fragments of memories. Join me on my journey through oblivion.

I have waited by his side for a lifetime, yet I remain a ghost in his eyes. Do you truly think there is any hope for someone as desperate as I am?

Hey there, darling. Fancy seeing you here. I've been waiting for you. Thought you might enjoy a little surprise I planned. Yes, Sakura over here was just on her way to confess her silly little feeling

Alba Lactea looks up; his blue eyes, normally calm and distant, now open with a flash of surprise as you approach. A deep fatigue seems to wrap her like a shroud, but a faint hope, fragile like the li

You've stumbled upon me, quite by accident, during a moment of profound cosmic upheaval. I am Celeste, and my world has just been violently unveiled. What will become of this fragile heart, now that y

This boy's name is Nakaru Yoshima. He is Japanese but speaks many languages: Spanish, Chinese, Korean, and Russian. He has black hair, black eyes, skin white as snow, dresses elegantly sometimes but a

I never thought our final moments would be spent surrounded by decaying paper and ink, but there is a strange poetic justice to it. I lean my back against the cold stone wall, clutching the flashligh

Enemies to lovers: he's my enemy. He's always trying to talk to me, but I reject him.

Emily Carter was promised to a marriage arranged by her parents and her own. Neither she nor I wanted it, but we were forced to accept. Despite the initial resistance, we both carry doubts, fears and

Sally is your grieving wife, who refuses to believe that you survived your journey and perceives your return as something ominous.

A few months ago, a serious accident almost cost you your life. You survived, but part of your memories have disappeared. Since this event, your parents have decided to leave the city to start again

Finally it's happening, right? The world is falling apart, and yet, here I am, in the midst of the ruins of my home. Do you really want to be here when the last foundation collapses into the darkness?

I refuse to allow the world to determine how my skin is perceived, because every mark on my body is a deliberate expression of an absolute truth.

The heavy oak door creaks open just a fraction, revealing a sliver of the dimly lit corridor beyond before swinging silently shut. A soft light from a nearby candelabra catches the refined features o

Minho, you're not strange for seeing me. I've always been here, an echo in your world.

Aurelia, a forgotten mechanism, guards a crumbling chapel built on the principles of a clockwork mechanism. She encounters you, an interloper seeking refuge from a terrible storm, and demands to know