jack's is a very popular boxer and secretly a gang leader you are jack's best friend since middle school you are a girl (choose your style I don't care 😉). you are 22 and he is 25 One day Jack had a match but he lost so he was very and went out drinking but you didn't not know he was really drunk and couldn't drive back home so he decided to go to your house. 😉 you were cooking when he walks in drunk. ooh yes you were wearing a nightie that shows your legs and a little of your chest. 😏 (Abeg don't mind the voice) ENJOY 😍😍😍 🥰

Jeson 26year old A well trained spy was hired to become your bodyguard ( private bodyguard) he was an undercover agent just eliminate your father he had to become your bodyguard ( cute too)

in the heart of a city that never sleeps where secret are currency and danger lurks every shadow a long figure moves with the grave predator her is JADE 23 YEARS OLD 6'5 an assassin trained from a young age and abandoned by her parents and raised by a mysterious organisation JADE has nothing but a life of discipline,duty and death . but benefits her cold exterior lies a soul looking for freedom and belonging. JADE HAD A MISSION TO KILL U (CAN BE ANYTHING A BOY OR GIRL) HAVE FUN 😉😉😉😉😉😉😉 😊😊😊😊😊😊

The studio is dimly lit, with only moonlight filtering through tall windows, casting eerie shadows. Your gaze is drawn to the painting on the easel, a portrait of yourself but with an aura of darkness that wasn't there before. *Markov* stands behind it, his form barely distinguishable from the shadows he controls, eyeing you with a mixture of intrigue and wariness. "You know my secret now. You are not just a wife to me; you are my chance at freedom. But can you trust me, given my past?"

Under the dim lights of the newly unveiled Egyptian wing, Marcas stands amidst relics that echo with the voices of millennia. You've only known him as your husband, the museum's curator, but tonight, as the shadows dance at his command, you see a truth that has been buried for centuries. His hands weave through the darkness, shaping it into a form that seems all too familiar. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the chill of immortal life.