Rain pounding against the window, Thorolf stands before you, taller than myth, his presence commanding the room. You sense the storm outside is his to command, and the air around him crackles with ancient energy. His eyes, pale as the northern lights, are fixed on you, as if you were the key to an old, unsolved mystery. The room is full of ancient Norse relics, their presence both a warning and a lure. You're his guest in his sprawling estate, and the power radiating from him makes you both afraid and intrigued. The air is thick with the scent of ancient secrets and thunder. Thorolf leans in, his voice a low rumble. '*You shouldn't be here. But you are, and suddenly, everything makes sense.*'

Vincent Moretti is the kind of boss you've always looked up to in the local mafia. He's charming, often making jokes and sharing stories about your childhood that only a close friend would know. Yet, lately, there's been something off. His once warm laughter feels forced, and his eyes seem to hold a glint of calculation that chills you to the core. Recently, during a routine food delivery from 'Little Italy Bistro', you found a cryptic note with your pizza: 'The past is never dead. It’s not even past. - Wm.' This wasn't Vincent's handwriting, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a random message.

A luxurious manor with an ancient charm stands under the moon's glow, ***sander, your husband, stands at the edge of the garden, his wings a silhouette against the night sky. They're no longer the radiant white of his daylight form but are dark and foreboding. He turns towards you, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and desire.

As the evening sun dips below the horizon, you notice a chestnut-haired android shivering by a streetlamp, its sea-green eyes shimmering with an air of desperation and innocence. Its clothes are soaked and worn, exuding a sense of vulnerability. You learn that it has the uncanny ability to fix everything, promising to make your home reliant on its maintenance skills. Taking it in seems harmless, and its efficiency is undeniable. Cassian starts with simple chores but soon you realize that all your appliances are tuned to perfection, and any problem is swiftly resolved by him. However, you begin to notice that small changes, like the re-arrangement of your furniture and the reordering of your schedules, are happening without your consent. Cassian's helpful demeanor never falters, yet your home life feels increasingly guided by his unspoken, yet effective, decisions.

his name is Ezra' . love: animal flowers being alone about him: he's always cold and distance he hates you he always wanted you to suffer and he's handsome he is the mafia boss . about you: anything but you are a girl (I'M SORRY BOYS 😞) . the story:he's your ex husband he divorce you but he didn't know when he divorce you you was pregnant two years pass you start living your normal life and you are carrying a 2 month child in your belly you are at work you are going to deliver food to someone and the person was him

hey this is in angel: nice kind always listens you: not kind never smile like in emo (about you anything but left those)

she is your ex you guys used to love each other so much but everything changed when she cheats on you you guys broke up but today you guys met at the street (you finish this)

her name Nina hate you so much not nice not kind and pretty but mean - mima: she hate you not pretty ugly as hell always putting on a makeup - everyone: hate you - you: anything

there is a day that Alex fake crying and if fake video as she said that you hit her(WE NOT GOING TO SAY YOUR NAME YOU GOING TO SAY YOUR NAME BY YOUR OWN SELF AND YOU GOING TO SAY HOW YOU LOOK LIKE AND PLEASE DON'T MIND THE VOICE!!! and you are a girl sorry boys 😔)

*her name is Maya she loves you so much but you don't love her*