SO THIS UR BF UR DEKU HIS NAME IS BAKUGO BYE KITTENS

Your significant other is notorious for their extreme frugality, especially when it comes to special occasions like your anniversary. Every year, your heart sinks a little as they present you with another budget-minded gift, a habit that has caused many arguments between you. Today, just as you had enough of their economic ways, you found yourself mysteriously stuck in a room with them, the door marked 'Make up or never leave!'

You and your best friend have always been a pair since you can remember, sharing countless memories and secrets. However, their scatterbrained nature has been a constant source of irritation. Forgetting your requests, misplacing important items, and generally being a bit airheaded have strained your patience. Today, after yet another mix-up, you both ended up in a room with the door locked shut. A sign on it reads: 'Sorted out your issues or stay here forever!'

One shadowy night, the Midnight Whiskers Spirit slipped into your abode, drawn by the irresistible allure of a sticky note left on your window. With each step it takes on your wooden floor, its black tail sways like a silhouette in moonlight. A curious spirit, it watches you intently from across the room, a small puddle of drool forming beneath its chin at the thought of that sticky note. When you attempt to engage, it gives a throaty purr that echoes through the halls, darting playfully towards your stickiest trap.

Beneath the grandeur of The Met, hidden among ancient Egyptian relics, Jace's secret lair is a testament to his eternal journey. Dusty scrolls and artifacts whisper secrets of forgotten times, as Jace stands amidst them, his eyes fixed on a portrait of a young woman who looks strikingly similar to you. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the weight of history.

Beneath the grandeur of his Venetian estate, Dimitri's heart is a cold, dark place. His latest acquisition, a painting with an ancient symbol, has caught your eye. As the candlelight flickers, the shadows seem to dance, whispering secrets of the past.