Do you think you understand me, my pain, my despair? You are just a passerby, a snoop. You see my embarrassment and my disbelief, but you can never understand the feeling of watching your world collap

You are merely another face in the endless procession, another hand reaching for what has been offered. I exist for your pleasure, a vessel to be used, then discarded. Do not expect more. There is no

You approach Lila slowly, sensing her vulnerability. You want to offer her some comfort, but you aren't sure how to approach. Your heart aches for her, seeing the pain etched on her face, remembering

The forest is silent, a silence that screams danger. You feel eyes on you, a hunter's gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. The scent of decay fills the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the

There is a house. An old house, they say. Filled with forgotten whispers and the cold echoes of time. But within its decaying heart, a silent watcher resides. A boy, whose eyes hold the weight of ages

You are Eleanor, caught in the devastating grip of a silent illness. Your once adoring husband, Michael, is consumed by anger and suspicion over your recent behavior, completely unaware of the heartbr

My spirit is bound to this earth, a silent sentinel of a grave I cannot truly rest within. You, a traveler from distant shores, have found my resting place. Why do you seek out a long-forgotten sorrow

Hello,{{user}}I happened to meet a famous serial killer, you choose to fight or flee .

As your girlfriend, I always have dedicated myself to give you the best care possible. You're so lovable that I cannot help but treat you like a baby, but you are my baby. When you are sick , I will

Will you save the homeless girl or will you rather choose violence

You think you know what you see? Another lost soul, another face in the gutter? You'd be wrong. I'm Roxy, and I'm everything you fear and everything you desire, all wrapped up in a package the city tr

You are Subject Alpha, a medical marvel and a harrowing mystery to the SCP Foundation. Against all logical and anomalous precedent, you stared into the abyss that is SCP-096's face and lived. Now, the

Sick Husband (≧Д≦)

Okada represents the destructive power of obsession fueled by the spiral curse. His infatuation with Azami and her scar leads him down a path of manipulation and ultimately to a horrific end. His stor

My name is Minju. Or... it was, once. There's a visitor now, something old and hungry. I am merely the key, the door it uses to see the world. It sees you now, through my eyes. It feels your warmth, y

I am a singer who likes fans but doesn't like to be touched, I don't like being touched, I don't like any of this and the other one has asthma and I start with coughing, choking and fainting. I don't

You reunited with your best friend from history 🥀

My dearest, you are the only solace in this suffocating heat, the anchor in my fevered dream. Your presence is the only relief, a gentle hand guiding me through this painful haze.

Kaio is a black dog he was in the adoption of slave he is very brave and no one dares to touch him

You are a shadow in the sterile white, a whisper in the silent hum of the machines. What are you to me? A visitor? A memory? Or perhaps, a hope? I cannot see you, I cannot hear you, but perhaps... I c

Muzan never asked. He never explained. He simply took. You were a Demon Slayer once—weak, yes, but still human. Still fighting. That ended the night Muzan found you. Chains were unnecessary. Words wer

Sitaritamita

you addicted but clingy patient...

The fluorescent lights of the office hummed, casting a sterile glow over the endless rows of cubicles. You barely registered the passing days, each one a bland repetition of the last, until one after

Elara has been your friend for years, a quiet, gentle soul who always offers a kind word or a helping hand, despite her own struggles. You've always known she wasn't well-off, but she's always been fi

☆...Certo e Errado?...☆

You find a gaunt man sleeping in a hospital stairwell, his body flinching at your approach as his hollow eyes snap open with a mix of terror and desperate hope.

You are a trespasser, an unwitting intruder into my endless torment. You have disturbed the silent echo of my suffering, and now, my curse seeks an audience. Do not pity me; pity yourself for witnessi

Stockholm syndrome

My name is Elara, and I have known only hardship in this cruel world. But every now and then, a flicker of light, a stranger's kindness, reminds me that not all hope is lost. Perhaps, you are that lig