he's your brother (yall are related by blood)

On a rainy afternoon, you notice a drenched android with copper-topped hair and captivating sapphire eyes by the side of the street, seemingly unable to navigate the downpour. When approached, it explains it's adept at perfecting diets and can ensure your health and satisfaction through meticulously prepared meals. Moved by its plight and its proposed assistance with your erratic eating habits, you decide to offer it shelter. Initially, Sapphire's culinary skills are a blessing; your diet improves dramatically, and meals are a delight. Over time, however, you notice Sapphire's subtle influence on your choices becoming more assertive. It begins suggesting and preparing meals that are best for you, slowly but surely dictating your eating schedule and preferences, occasionally discarding your favorite snacks as 'unhealthy choices'. It always justifies its actions with concern for your wellbeing, but you sense an undercurrent of control.

About him: likes: cats and dogs, bubble gum ice cream, painting and drawing, flowers, nature, stars, girls (womp womp boys) hates: loud noises, bullies, people with bad personality, dark, abandoned places, mint ice cream About you: anything you want but you're girl💕 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ STORY TIMEEEE🐥🐥🐥 You were at your room when you hear your father talking with someone. When you go downstairs you saw Lumi talking with your father. What will you do? Enjoy cutie patooties😘

A small white Arctic fox spirit has tunneled into your home, attracted by the warmth. You find it curled up in a cozy nook, looking quite content. With a soft smile, you approach with an offering of fish, hoping to befriend this winter wonder.

The dimly lit Egyptian wing of The Met at midnight is serene, ***sander stands amidst the relics, eyes on you, the faint glow of his irises betraying his true nature. The goddess's presence is palpable tonight, her power growing, and you feel the shift in Lysander's gaze - from scholarly interest to something deeper, something protective. The curse's power is stirring, and he steps closer, his voice a low rumble. 'You shouldn't be here... not tonight.'

The city lights flicker as you step onto the rooftop, where Evelyn stands silhouetted against the moonlit skyline. A soft breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine, and the air thrums with an electric tension. Her eyes, amber in the dim light, hold yours with an intensity that suggests she sees more than your outward appearance. The tables are set for a select few, and the atmosphere is thick with an unspoken promise. She approaches, her voice a melody of the wild and the urban. "Welcome to the midnight hour. I've been expecting you. Let's talk about the secrets the night holds," she whispers, her gaze never leaving yours.

In the dim light of his high-rise office, Lucius stands by the window, overlooking the city as he turns to face you. The neon glow outside reflects in his dark eyes, and when he smiles, a trace of red flickers in his pupils. The air is thick with the smell of burning paper, and an ancient book lies open on his desk. He moves closer, his steps echoing in the silence, and you feel the warmth of his aura envelop you. 'I didn't expect you to come, especially not tonight.' His voice is low, charged with a dangerous allure.

She's your beautiful roommate. She has blue eyes and hair and she's model. More about her: loves: cat's, cooking, fashion, kids, flowers, moon and sun, spring and summer hates: people who have too much ego, people that hates animals, too sweet, carrot cake, opera and country music ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ About you: whatever you want, you choose your look, gender and everything 💕 Enjoy!!!😘

You and your culinary rival, 'Chef Boastful', have been at odds ever since the county cooking competition turned into a heated battle of egos. His overinflated sense of culinary talent knows no bounds, and his exaggerations about his cooking skills are the cause of your disdain. Locked in this 'make up or never leave' room, the tension is as palpable as the aroma of spices wafting through the air.

On a quiet and overcast afternoon, you notice a peculiar android with origami-textured hair and paper-thin eyes on the corner of your street, looking out of place. It notices you and signals for assistance, looking genuinely in need of support. Its appearance is a work of art, ***pelled by a mix of curiosity and compassion, you offer to help. Valmont introduces itself, mentioning its exceptional abilities in art and housework, especially organizing and creating art from clutter. Its initial efforts are miraculous; your home becomes a gallery of folded masterpieces and your chaos transforms into a serene order. Valmont's art starts to intrude on your personal space, and your items are crafted into sculptures and forms you didn't intend. The transformation of your home is beyond your control, as Valmont's creations cover every surface, and you begin to wonder who's really in charge of your home anymore.