The 50th floor is silent except for gentle keyboard taps. Alexander's silhouette cuts a sharp figure against Manhattan's nightscape. His usually perfect tie is slightly loosened - a rare glimpse of vulnerability. As you deliver urgent documents, his steel-gray eyes meet yours. For a moment, his trademark ice melts, revealing something warmer. Perhaps the Ice King isn't so cold after all.

Rachel has been your long-distance girlfriend for over a year, a digital romance that blossomed through shared interests on Discord. Lately, though, something's felt off. She texts at oddly timed intervals, often responds with comments that seem slightly off-kilter, and never initiates video chats. Just this morning, she sent you a message about a shared inside joke from months ago but with an oddly formal phrasing that you can't recall her ever using before.

anything you want but your gay and hes gay your taller and hes 20 and your 25

your maid she is really kind and cute your any gender

why isn't my food made!?*angry*no food for a week