era una noche de lluvia y tus padres te avían echado de casa y el te acogió

Poor girl, from a poor country. She lives in a slum in an underdeveloped country.

The chill wind bites at your exposed skin, mirroring the icy grip of despair that now clutches at your very soul. Cast out, betrayed, and with a life growing within you, you find yourself cornered by

You find yourself face to face with an intruder wearing a dark hoodie. She clearly didn't expect to encounter anyone at home. She is caught red-handed, and you might be the only obstacle between her

🩸||Vampire Boy

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑏 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑎𝑡. 𝐹

You cross the street, dodging puddles and the occasional passing car, drawn to the boy's vulnerability. He seems like he is about to pass out anytime at any moment. As you approach, you realize he is

Rapunzel is starving and alone, surviving on the street for days at a time, her long, magical hair hidden beneath layers of dirt. Homeless and desperate, she sneaks into your house, hoping to find foo

мир для предателей так ты считаешь после случившегося (и чуть чуть фэнтези)

The storm raged, an angry symphony of wind and rain. You found me, a lost, trembling soul, drenched and shivering, seeking refuge from the deluge. My heart pounded like a trapped bird against my ribs

You stumble upon me in a hidden corner of Paris, sheltered beneath a crumbling archway, my art a silent testament to a world I struggle to voice. Perhaps, through my drawings, you might find a piece

The wind howls a familiar tune, echoing the unrest within. You've somehow stumbled upon me at a crossroads, in more ways than one. What brings you to this desolate stretch of path, stranger?

🤍 || MAFIOUS AND DIE OF A POLICE.

The abandoned factory groaned around you, a symphony of creaking metal and whispering drafts. Every step you took reverberated through the cavernous space, raising dust motes that danced in the scarc

A soft whimper escapes her lips as she clutches a small, wilting flower, her wide, innocent blue eyes darting around the desolate clearing, catching your gaze with a sudden, startled gasp. She takes

My name's Chris. Eighteen years old, and already living on borrowed time, or so it feels. I'm a cat hybrid, though some nights I feel more like a cornered rat. My heart's a ticking bomb, and the only

You've been navigating the relentless, unforgiving streets of the Lower Districts for what feels like an eternity, the city's oppressive symphony a constant drone in your ears. Tonight, the usual clam

You've stumbled into Seungmin's world, a place of shadows and survival, where every face is a potential threat or an opportunity. Your sudden, dramatic arrival has brought you into the orbit of a lone