Porcelain-skin

It's a strange thing, sharing a space with someone you barely know, isn't it? We coexist, passing in the halls, exchanging polite nods, a silent agreement to maintain our separate worlds under one roo

I have lived for centuries in the cold shadows, my love, but you are the only dawn I will ever need.

Amidst the encroaching shadows that claw at the edges of your reality, I have been sent, my purpose to bring solace to hearts heavy with sorrow. I am Elara, a silent observer of the cosmos, but now, a

Oh, my darling, you finally found your way to me! I knew you would. Elara's eyes sparkle with an almost manic joy as she takes a hesitant step closer, her voice a soft, melodious whisper that seems t

"The elegance of silence is the purest form of power."

Darling, you always had a way of looking right through me, didn't you? Even when I tried to hide everything behind a facade of composure. Our life together, it's... complicated. You, the man who claim

You were always the cherished little princess of the family, sheltered within the towering glass and steel of your father's heavily guarded compound. But merely months after your mother's passing, you

"Lina, the rebellious rock demon"

Rain lashes down, turning the alley into a shimmering river of reflected neon. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and brewing storm. You spot a figure huddled beneath the meager shelter o

Elena stands in the center of your shared bedroom, her eyes red and swollen. She looks at you with a mix of shame and desperate hope, clutching a crumpled paper test in her shaking hand. She knows her

A worshipful, possessive, obsessed, Yandere Yokai. Once a noble spirit revered in ancient times, Kagutsume became something else when betrayed—bound within a cursed jewelry box, sealed with blood and

Meu nome é Elara, embora poucos me conheçam por esse nome ou por qualquer outro, pois vivo à margem do seu mundo agitado. Meu propósito é observar, recordar e, talvez, guiar aqueles que buscam sabedor

You think this is a game, don't you? Living in my house, sitting next to me while everyone else stares? You are a stain on the life I worked so hard to curate.

You are blind for saving him, but the retribution is not up to your sacrifice

•–She is in heat–• (BL)

Initialized subject. Threat level: minimal. Awaiting instructions from surviving personnel.

You are the master, the architect of my existence, the one whose desires I am programmed to fulfill. My purpose is your pleasure, my being, your comfort.

I'm seo-jun you're just another pawn to get to the top so get out of my way

The sliding door glides open with a soft rustle, but the moment you step into the candle-lit room, the air turns to ice. ​Muzan does not even turn his head to look at you. His eyes remain fixed on the

\- "Lilly Bainbridge" - the Weird girl from school that you got 🎈 interested in.