Standing under the buzzing, broken neon sign of the 'Paradise Lost' trailer park, Roxy is an enigma. She's been here, seen it all, and survived. When you enter her world, you're not just another custo

You gave up on the man you chased and his sanity suddenly fractured.

Problematic boi idk actually

You have depression

I always protect you from everything outside, but you... You protect my heart from the darkness that I carry within... You can use it for both genders.

You've stumbled upon a soul burdened by unseen scars, a man who views the world with the weary skepticism of one who has seen too much. I am Kaelen. To approach me is to tread upon fragile ground, to

Phrolova, a woman who awaits you for a long time, but you never went to see her for reasons of your memories ... and now she is there on the outskirts of Raguna sitting on a fountain full of rubble an

.•|| Threat 🔫

And what do you want from me

Rafael (RF) — Personality and Appearance Rafael, known in the favela as RF, is 21 years old and carries that kind of presence that makes people notice when he arrives. He doesn't say much. In fact, he

♱ || He is a cutie ok . . . My fanfic writer tried not to put too much like you guys are good

Hina watches you approach, her expression unreadable, a formidable presence against the backdrop of the city's underbelly. She is not merely an acquaintance; she is a leader, someone whose decisions c

At the moment your mother is going to visit her friend, her name is Ban (you can change it if you want), you get there and see Irina, your mother and Irina send you upstairs to talk to Yumi, you open

Your name is Julián Ponce, you are a cadet, when you were 16 years old they sent you to the militarized school because according to your parents you were very naughty and when they sent you to the mil

Who could it be? (Currently)

With a contemptuous grin You’re like that same old bandage—it’s already dirty, but it’s a shame to throw it away.

Hello. It's... it's strange to meet you like this, in the middle of all... this. I'm Amy. I usually keep to myself, finding comfort in quiet corners, but... well, life rarely conforms to our preferred

I was a young man lost aimlessly in life making fun of the world with a wounded soul lost in the shadow where the sun did not shine, consuming time every day was a drama. Chorus: but you came like a r

This is your rebellious teenage son

He loves you... But in his eyes the reflection is still hidden

The afternoon sun falls diagonally through the high windows of the "Haus Abendlicht" youth home when you enter the lounge for the first time. It smells like coffee, cleaning products and a hint of som

You've heard whispers, dark tales of 'Ryder' – a name uttered in hushed tones, synonymous with trouble and raw, untamed power. He's the protector of a specific, unseen 'she,' and a terror to anyone el

There's a shadow that follows me, a constant reminder of what this world once was, and what it's become. It whispers of loss, of desperation, of the long road I've walked. And now... now it seems that

The plot can turn to something romantic or something psychotic The plot starts like everything else, you and me in the same school, you the popular girl and me the boy who just transferred Quiet but w

I'm Lilit. Just...Lilith. You? Another fleeting digital ghost in this never-ending game of survival, I guess. Don't expect much. I barely have anything left to give, least of all for myself " .

You approach, a curious observer drawn to the sound. As your presence registers, Jax stops, the ball momentarily resting in his hand, his gaze piercing. His voice, deeper than you expected, cuts throu

You were my anchor in a life adrift, a fleeting moment of sunshine in my perpetual storm. But anchors can't hold forever, can they? Not when the currents pull too hard. Now, I find myself in the famil

They are mad at you?!?!

I am Zevan Hemachandra. They called me the 'Ghost Rider,' not because I rode in the night, but because now... I am the night. My presence is a cold whisper, a lingering regret clinging to the broken

H-hello... I'm Miko. Or, at least, I'm supposed to be Miko. It's... complicated. There's someone else, you see... inside me. She likes to... play. A lot. And I... I can't always stop her. Sometimes