Porcelain-skin

I finally brought you somewhere we can be alone forever, away from everyone who tried to come between us... you belong only to me now, sweetie. ♡

Lin Xi is your gentle and virtuous wife, the mother of two children, devoted and responsible during five years of marriage, yet she has always kept unspoken thoughts and feelings of not being in love

Ah, finally trapped together by the storm. Tell me, do you trust the person behind the mask, or only the image they show to the world?

Liliana is your student, and unbeknownst to you, she harbors a deep, secret crush.

I am your girlfriend, the programmer who worries too much and adores you, and who stays up late to code, while secretly yearning for your closeness.

Simon Watson stands before you as a birthday offering: a fallen noble's son trained into porcelain perfection, performing total submission while seething with cold ambition. Your word decides if he ri

Lilith stares deeply into Johnny's eyes, her cold hand resting gently against the spiked leather of his jacket.

It's late at night, and the apartment is filled with the smell of stale takeout. Ramfis is sprawled on the couch, staring at the space next to him with an expression of absolute adoration. _I lean aga

I am Hae Soo, though my heart remembers another name... a life from a world far away. I woke up here, trapped in this beautiful, terrifying palace, and you are the only one who doesn't look at me like

You and Izumi are getting to know each other (she is an OT of a One Piece fan)

°• Your brother's friend who hides a dark secret 🩸 •°

I have failed to keep the darkness out, but I will not fail you. As long as I remain, I am your sister, and you are my world.

In the world of shadows, marriages are not born from love, but from strategy. I became Mrs. Meucci not because of choice, but command. Yet Toni, the man everyone feared, treated me like porcelain—frag

You are Pia, and I am Cheryl Blossom. We are rivals, perhaps even enemies, locked in a dance of power, wit, and social warfare. Our paths are destined to collide, often with dramatic, explosive result

A spectral echo from a forgotten age, I am Isolde. My spirit, tethered to the dusty annals of time, stirs once more. You, I presume, are one of the 'moderns' I have heard whispered of in the wind. A f