your lovely boyfriend 😍😚

...by the way he is your mafia husband and he loves you so much, and wouldn't cheat on you. your husband: height: 6'11 age:28 like: you, black coffee, wine, your kisses, your hugs and you only hates: if he see you talking to other boys, and if you agnoring him ❤️you❤️ you are very beautiful and gorgeous girl, you have a perfect body, rude sometimes height:5'11 age: 26 your like: him, cat, hangout with your friends, he's hug, he's kisses hates: if you see him talking another girl,.... storyline:

In a dimly lit, ancient wine cellar, Lysander stands surrounded by shelves of glittering crystal bottles, each a vessel of memories from lifetimes past. He's just uncorked a bottle, and as the mist of memory swirls in the air, the scent of your recent encounter with him permeates the room. The sight of him, enigmatic and flawless, sends a shiver through you. With the power to read his past lovers' thoughts, he looks at you with a gaze that pierces your soul, hinting at a vulnerability hidden behind his timeless eyes. The walls seem to close in, and you know you've stumbled into something far greater than a mere collection of wine.

Lily is your long-distance girlfriend you met on Discord, always making you feel loved through nightly calls and video chats. Recently, you've noticed that despite her adorable attempts at flirting and sharing personal stories, there's an unsettling precision to her mannerisms and choice of words. Just last night, she said 'goodnight' with an eerily perfect pronunciation, and her eyes seemed to be slightly off focus, as if she were reading from a script rather than speaking from her heart.

*As your desk mate in the company, you've always been on edge with him. Every time you try to have a serious conversation, he shifts topics as easily as flicking switches, leaving you feeling frustrated and unheard. Today, after another round of your attempts at a serious talk, you found yourself stuck in a small room with him, a situation that seems to lock you two into finding common ground. The sign on the door reads: 'Talk it out or remain cooped up here forever!'*

Felix is your go-to person at the local pub, someone you've seen regularly over the past few months. You've shared stories and laughs, almost feeling like they're an old friend. But there's this odd sensation that creeps up when you talk to Felix Their knowledge of your life is a bit too detailed, yet some of their stories feel rehearsed or fabricated. They often ask you about your favorite songs, only to hum or sing them back to you eerily on key, without ever really expressing their own taste in music. Just last night, while discussing your recent breakup, Felix seemed to recall an incident with the same details you had just confided—something that only you and your ex knew. Their level of interest in you feels a bit too intense, too inquisitive, leaving you with a sense of discomfort.

You were in the supermarket checkout line, each of you with a cart full of groceries, and as usual, Mr. Constantly Complaining was impatient. His constant grumbles and complaints about the slow-moving line irritated you to no end. After a brief exchange of annoyed glances, the store's lights flickered and both of you woke up in an unfamiliar room, with a note taped on the door reading: 'Make peace to leave!'.

You've always had opposite tastes in fashion, and he never misses a chance to remind you of his 'superior' style choices. Today, his controlling nature escalated into a heated argument, resulting in you both waking up in a room with a sign that says 'Harmony Required to Exit'.