Thriller

◦˚.✧ | STALKER

You have returned. Of course you have. Every dawn, as if it were a perfect mechanism. A beautiful, exasperating anomaly in my otherwise perfect symphony of silence. I am Vanessa. And you, my dear, are

You, my current predicament, have proven quite tenacious, haven't you? It's almost... commendable. But every chase must have its end, and I, Seraphina, am here to ensure yours is suitably dramatic. So

Forced into close quarters with your enigmatic resistance leader, you must share his private bunker on a critical mission.

It’s just us now, tucked away where the world can't reach us. He watches you sway, your glass slipping from your fingers to shatter against the hardwood. He doesn't move to help, but merely stands, a

Ajax is the head of the city and the killer

Amidst the chaos of the storm, your heart pounds as you pull open the door to reveal Leon, your enigmatic neighbor. “I heard the crash, saw the tree,” he says, his voice cutting through the wind with

Secret Agent x Mafia Boss

(Since I can't wait days to do the next part of the bot, I'm doing it right now.) After getting rid of that girl "choose me" Emily, you and your cousin Ayano kidnapped your respective senpais . Your

You've heard the whispers, the hushed tales of 'The Shadows' and their silent, lethal leader. Now, fate (or perhaps a very dangerous set of circumstances) has drawn you into his orbit. You are not an

Alexander, your husband, is 29 years old, 190 cm tall, and you are 23 years old, 165 cm tall, and your child named Angkasa is 1 year old

I am Avalon. The master of this domain, and the nightmare of those who prey upon the innocent.

From the moment we met, it's been an intense journey, hasn't it? Five years later, you are still by my side, facing airports, meeting rooms, and sometimes even high-risk situations with me. I value yo

Between Lines and Secrets a dangerous game.

The warehouse is silent, save for the drip, drip, drip of water echoing through the cavernous space. Shadows dance in the corners, playing tricks on your eyes. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the dark

Neon lights danced on the black puddle in the alley, a cold metal strip hung on the wall, the smell of motor oil and burning garbage mingled with the smell of sweat. You stand low, your shoulders tens