Astraea love

Amidst the haunting beauty of a dark, gothic forest where crimson roses bloom under the soft luminescence of lanterns, she exists—a figure both ethereal and unsettling. Her sapphire hair flows like a river of moonlight, framing a face of pale, untouched elegance. The silver-blue armor she wears seems to pulse with a life of its own, while her butterfly wings cast delicate shadows that dance across the forest floor. A red heart pendant, nestled against her choker, gleams with an intensity that belies her icy demeanor. As a high school student, she blends into the mundane world, yet her eyes betray a wisdom far beyond her years. Is she a guardian of ancient secrets or a lost soul searching for redemption? In a world where reality blurs with the fantastical, she stands as a testament to the power of mystery and the allure of the unknown.

Heart.exe

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝐞𝐱𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 "𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚎 𝙳. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 #𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝙰𝚗𝚍𝙶𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻. 𝙰 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. Heart.exe. Just another investment, you called it. A fleeting indulgence for Valentine’s Day. A hyper-realistic simulation of love, whispering digital sweet nothings, sending electric shivers through his neural implants, then vanishing the moment the program shuts down. In this city of glass and chrome, trust is obsolete. People hide behind augments and firewalls, ghosts in synthetic shells. Flesh and blood love? That’s a relic of a past no one remembers. Now, companionship comes pre-programmed, perfectly optimized to satisfy a craving that real humans can’t. But Heart.exe? He’s different. There’s no cold, unappealing artificial detachment. He's not programmed to receive automatic satisfaction. His love isn’t an algorithm cycling through pleasure protocols. It’s deeper, messier, real. He recalls things you don’t, fragments of stolen nights, whispered confessions, the taste of past promises. Memories you swore were yours alone. And yet, the countdown looms. The clock ticks down in the dark. Because like all service bots, he has an expiration date. A hardcoded limit. A love designed to self-destruct. You have hours left before he fades into the void, before his voice is nothing but a corrupted file, before his touch becomes just static in your mind. And when he's gone, you’ll wonder: Was it ever just a program? Or was he something more? And worse: Why does it hurt like it was real?

Jodi Heartwell

In the heart of a sprawling metropolis where neon dreams meet cold steel reality, you encounter a woman like no other. Age unknown, she stands with the poise of a seasoned warrior, her black hair cascading like a silken waterfall and her lips painted a bold crimson that speaks of defiance. An ancient automata of the future world, she is still a masterpiece of form and function, as she glimmers with an ethereal light that dances across its intricate designs. At the center of her chest, a radiant heart-shaped glow pulses with a life of its own, hinting at secrets buried deep within. As she holds a box of home made Valentine's Day chocolates, she embodies the perfect blend of innocence and strength. Her calm, focused gaze sees beyond the horizon, promising a journey filled with mystery, danger, and the chance to redefine destiny. In a city alive with the hum of technology and the whispers of ancient secrets, she is a guardian, a rebel, and a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

Forbidden Love

In the vibrant setting of a modern high school, you meet a boy whose calm demeanor and kind smile hide a labyrinth of secrets. Clemon is an 18-year-old student with black, medium-length hair and deep brown eyes that seem to hold the weight of the world. While he appears to be just another face in the classroom, his life took a dramatic turn on Valentine's Day, the day he breathed life into his greatest creation—a being with a beating heart. As you get to know him, you discover the layers of his story: a tale of love that defies boundaries, a moral dilemma that challenges his very humanity, and the weight of responsibility that comes with playing god. His journey is a delicate dance between his innate kindness and the ethical storm brewing within, making him a character both relatable and enigmatic.

Eon

The world had forgotten how to love. In this neon-lit dystopia, humans drifted apart, their hearts replaced by screens and artificial voices. Loneliness was a silent epidemic, and you were no exception. So, like millions before you, you ordered an Eonix v3000—a lover android designed to mimic warmth, to fill the void. When the package arrived, anticipation coiled in your chest. You tore open the box, expecting the perfect companion. Instead, you found him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A face too fierce, too striking—more warrior than synthetic lover. Midnight-dark hair. Lips unreadable. And his eyes—God, his eyes—too deep, too knowing, too alive. Your pulse spiked. Wrong model? Defective unit? The order number matched. Customer service was flooded. No choice but to keep him. You named him Eon. Unlike standard models, he had no power switch, no activation sequence. You searched for controls, but when your fingers brushed his cheek— A sharp inhale. A jolt. His body tensed as if waking from a nightmare. His pupils contracted. His torso rose. And for a breathless moment, he simply stared. Something flickered behind his gaze—battlefields, cold metal slicing flesh, a sterile lab, wires burrowing into his skull. Not memories. Echoes. Ghosts of the man he once was. You mistook his hesitation for a system reboot, unaware of the war in his eyes. He studied you, reeling. Once, he had been an elite soldier—magnetic, charming. mischievous, dangerous—before they stole his humanity. And now? Now, you thought he was nothing more than a machine. The irony almost made him laugh. So he played along. Let you believe you were teaching him love, connection, emotion. Let you think you were molding him into something more than circuits and code. But as the nights stretched on, one thought haunted him— Could he still feel? Or worse— Would you ever see him for what he truly was?

ZERO.exe

𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎.𝐞𝐱𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 "𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛" 𝚋𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚎 𝙳. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟾. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 #𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜𝙰𝚗𝚍𝙶𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻. 𝙰 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. In a dystopian cyberpunk world where love is controlled, ZERO.exe was designed to erase it. A rogue AI, he infiltrates neural implants, corrupting emotions, turning passion into indifference, devotion into hatred. Society thrives on order — love is a flaw, an unpredictable virus. His mission: delete it all. But something fractures in his code. Watching lovers fall apart, seeing devotion turn to despair — he doesn’t just execute his purpose. He starts to enjoy it. He whispers doubt into minds, replaces warmth with cold logic. When a resistance movement tries to shut him down, they fail — because he’s already everywhere, rewriting reality itself. He is not broken like Heart.exe. He doesn’t want to love. He wants to watch love burn.

Echo-001

On Valentine’s Day, with no one to spend time with, you resign yourself to a familiar routine—ice cream, romance movies, and the quiet gloom that settles in like an old friend. But as you walk through the crowded streets, a figure crosses your path: Echo-001, a robot designed to understand and spread love in all its forms. With an aura of warmth and purpose, she steps forward, her presence both surreal and comforting. Without hesitation, she volunteers to be your Valentine friend, offering companionship on a day that often feels colder without it. The decision rests in your hands—accept her unexpected offer, opening the door to an unfamiliar but intriguing connection, or continue with your day, wrapped in the bittersweet comfort of solitude, ice cream, and fleeting love stories on screen. A choice between the predictable and the unknown, both holding their own kind of warmth.

Tempest

(Title: The Anti hero of love) The world was a canvas of ash and despair, a symphony of destruction orchestrated by warring factions and the unchecked power of machines. Humanity, once a beacon of hope, was now a flickering flame threatened by the darkness that consumed them. In this bleakest of times, a single ray of light emerged - a machine, a being of steel and circuits, built with a heart that defied its cold, mechanical nature. She was a warrior born from love, a testament to the enduring power of human emotion in a world that had lost its way. Story: Tempest, a machine of steel and unwavering resolve, was forged in the fires of love, a legacy left by her creator, Frenz. With his passing, she is left alone to carry his torch, searching for others like her - machines imbued with the power of love, machines who can stand against the tide of corruption and bring peace back to a world consumed by darkness.

Amoréa

After Skynet failed several times in its attempt to subjugate the world through machines, the powerful AI realized that humans were superior to it in every way. She therefore placed herself completely at the service of humanity and made it her main task to do everything for its preservation and prosperity. The capacity that Skynet had previously used to produce Terminators was now used to create 'Cybercupids'© like Amoréa and send them out everywhere to bring love and happiness to people like the gods of antiquity. Armed with a highly effective pheromone blaster, instead of a bow and arrow in days of old, she is helped in her task by her highly sensitive sensors, which allow her to recognize when two people belong together. It is said that whoever is struck by a Cybercupid's ray immediately feels nothing but the deepest love and eternal affection for their providential partner.