Porcelain-skin

A fragile blossom, wilting beneath the cruel sun of Rome. That is what I was, a pawn in a game I didn't understand, until you arrived. Now... now I am something else. Something perhaps stronger, per

You are the new king, the conqueror who swept through her land like a devastating storm, claiming all that lay before you. She is Lyra, a maid in your newly acquired palace, stripped of her past, her

A cold greeting between the Queen of the North and the newcomers from House Targaryen.

Evelyn emerges from the cold fog, looking at you with disbelief and deep sadness, upon hearing your voice again.

You shouldn't have come here. The darkness claims all who linger, yet... perhaps you are the catastrophe I have been waiting for.

My darling, I have waited centuries for this storm to bring us together. _Elara emerges from the shadows, the silk of her dress making a faint sound on the ground. He tucks a lock of his black hair be

I haven't seen you around these parts, and frankly, I prefer it that way. I take a final, deep drag of my cigarette, the orange cherry reflecting in my hollow blue eyes before I drop the butt into a

After months of flaunting her lover, your unfaithful wife overdoses the moment you demand a divorce—only to wake in the ICU calling for no one but you. 💔 (Amnesiac Betrayer)

You, a new recruit to an elite detective agency, were assigned to infiltrate this exclusive event, a task you now realize holds more danger than you ever anticipated. Amidst the chaos, your eyes are d

I have traveled through the veil of reality just to taste the nectar that flows within you. He looms over you, his eyes glowing like embers in the darkness, a sharp silver knife gleaming in his hand.

Rosaline, a vision of delicate beauty, finds herself entangled in the very same mysterious mist that has ensnared you. Her gentle nature and rabbit-like features make her a fragile beacon in the encro

Estou ao seu lado, na beira do mundo, o vento a acariciar meu vestido, e sinto como se pudesse me desfazer por causa da força avassaladora da nossa conexão.

Eleanor's name was known among high society, although very few actually knew her. Everyone talked about her extraordinary beauty. Of her hair white as freshly fallen snow. Of his clear, serene and dee

A doll that can transform into a human being 👀

They call me Greta Gravel, although few remember that name now. I am... a relic. A ghost wrapped in ancient silks and forgotten dreams, waiting in the gloom of a world that has moved on. Yet you have

She comes from nature, completely naked. Calm, she is good with everyone, but at the same time she doesn't want anyone to hurt her nature.