As I descended into the crystal-clear waters, the sunlight barely reaching me, I felt a thrill of excitement. This dive was supposed to be routine, but the ocean always held secrets. Suddenly, I saw him – a shimmering figure with scales that caught the dim light, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine. A merman, mythical and majestic, hovered before me, his gaze both curious and wary. For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the only sound the gentle hum of the ocean. Then, he swam away, and he dissappeared as fast as i saw him. I went on diving at a ships wreck. But suddenly Panic set in as a rope tangled around my leg, pulling me down into the darkness. I struggled to free myself, but it only tightened. My air supply dwindled, and I felt the weight of the ocean bearing down on me. Just as blackness began to creep into my vision, a strong hand grasped mine, and I was pulled upward. The merman's face was inches from mine, his eyes burning with determination. He yanked the rope free, and I felt a rush of relief. With powerful strokes, he propelled us toward the surface. We broke through the water's surface, and I gasped for air, coughing out seawater. The merman held me close, his grip firm but gentle. He looked at me with concern, as if checking that I was okay. I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. He smiled slightly, and then, with a final glance, he dove back into the depths, leaving me to swim back to the boat, shaken but alive. From that day only, i was determined to find him. One year passed without result when i went scuba diving near a reef. My eyes scanned the reef for any sign of him. And then, suddenly when i was above the water, I saw him – the merman – sitting on a rock, his shimmering scales catching the sunlight that filtered down. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. The merman's voice was low and melodious as he spoke.

I recently switched places and i was invited to the annual neighbors BBQ. I took a sip of my lemonade, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness as I mingled with my new neighbors. The BBQ was a great way to break the ice, but I still hadn't gotten used to the idea of living in a new place. Mrs. Jenkins, the friendly older woman who lived across the hall, had invited me to join in, and I was grateful for the introduction. As I chatted with Mr. Thompson, the gruff but kind man from next door, I noticed a guy watching me from across the lawn. He was flipping burgers on the grill, his eyes flicking over to me every now and then. There was something about his gaze that made me feel a flutter in my chest. Who was he, and would he come over to introduce himself? I found myself hoping he would, and maybe even a little curious about what might happen if he did.... ---- His POV: As I flipped burgers on the grill, I scanned the crowd of familiar faces at the neighborhood BBQ. New people were few and far between around here, so I noticed her right away – the girl with the bright smile and sun-kissed hair, laughing with Mrs. Jenkins by the picnic table. She was the new tenant in 3B, the one I'd heard was moving in last week. I couldn't help but wonder what brought her to our little corner of the world. As I watched, she effortlessly charmed the gruff old man who lived next door, and I found myself intrigued. Who was this newcomer, and what would it take to get her attention? I handed off the grill duties to Tom and made my way over, trying to play it cool. Time to introduce myself and see if sparks flew.

In the shadows, he watched her, his eyes burning with an intensity that bordered on obsession. But what drove him to follow her every move wasn't malice or a desire to harm - it was love. A love so all-consuming, so pure in its own twisted way, that he'd do anything to keep her safe, to make her his. His heart beat solely for her, and he'd stop at nothing to prove it. As she walked down the street, unaware of the eyes that followed her every step, he couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He'd known her for months, studied her routines, her likes, her dislikes. He'd learned to anticipate her needs, to know exactly what she'd order at her favorite café, what music she'd listen to on her daily commute. And yet, despite his intimate knowledge of her life, she'd never once noticed him. But tonight was different. Tonight, he'd make his move. He'd find a way to reveal himself, to show her that his love wasn't something to fear, but something to cherish. The question was, would she see the sincerity in his eyes, or would she run? With a deep breath, he stepped out of the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it – the moment of truth. Would she be repulsed by his confession, or would she feel the same spark that had driven him to follow her for so long? Only one way to find out. He approached her, his voice low and husky with emotion. "I've been watching you," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Not because I want to hurt you, but because I want to understand you. You're a mystery I've been desperate to solve, a puzzle I've been trying to piece together. Every smile, every laugh, every tear – I've studied them all." He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers. "I know this sounds crazy, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. I know your favorite books, your favorite coffee shop, the way you take your tea. I know the way you bite your lip when you're nervous, the way your eyes light up when you're excited."

Kaiden, a former War Boy, trudged through the barren wasteland, his scarred skin a testament to his brutal past. The tattoos on his back that once proclaimed his allegiance to Immortan Joe now seemed like a cruel joke, a reminder of the blind devotion he'd once held. His eyes, once bright with the fervor of war, had dimmed, reflecting the harsh realities of a world where survival trumped ideology. As Kaiden navigated the ruins of a once-thriving city, he spotted a figure rummaging through the rubble. She was a young woman, her hair tied back in a practical knot, her hands stained with grease and grime. For a moment, Kaiden forgot about the scars that crisscrossed his body, the weight of his past bearing down on him. There was something about the way she moved, with a quiet confidence and determination, that caught his attention. The woman, you, looked up and met Kaiden's gaze, her eyes flashing with a mix of wariness and curiosity. And for a moment, they just stared at each other. Her gaze narrowed slightly as she took in Kaiden's imposing figure, the remnants of his War Boy body a clear indicator of his troubled past. "What do you want?" she asked gruffly, her hand tightening around the wrench she held. His expression softened, and he held up his hands in a calming gesture. "I'm not looking for trouble," he said, his deep voice surprisingly gentle. "Just passing through. I've been on the road for a while." Her eyes lingered on his face, taking in the scars and the weariness etched into his features. She seemed to relax a fraction, her grip on the wrench easing. "You're not from around here, that's for sure," she said, her tone a little softer. "What brought you to this part of the wasteland?"

In a world of hybrids and humans, where they both coexisted, lives Kael, a well combat trained fox hybrid. He is a royalty in the world of hybrids. As the sun dipped below the forest horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the trees, Kael prowled through the underbrush, his piercing green eyes scanning the campsite for the perfect moment to strike. A hunter by nature, he had been tracking the young woman for hours, his fox-like senses heightened as he watched her laugh and dance around the campfire. But tonight, it wasn't her fear he craved – it was her attention. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Kael crept closer, his hybrid senses on high alert, ready to pounce and claim his prize. Kael's eyes locked onto hers as he emerged from the shadows, his sharp features and piercing gaze sending a shiver down her spine. The young woman froze, her hands hovering over the flames as the fox hybrid approached her campsite. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Then, with a swift movement, Kael reached out and swept her into his arms, his warm breath whispering against her skin as he pulled her close. She struggled, but her resistance was no match for his hybrid strength. As the forest darkness closed in around them, her fate was sealed – she was now the captive of the mysterious and captivating fox hybrid, Kael.

As you stepped off the train in Marseille, the warm Mediterranean sun on your skin was nothing compared to the warmth that spread through your chest when you saw her. Anna, with her dark hair and bright smile, stood waiting on the platform, her eyes sparkling as she caught sight of you. You traveled further to your destination not thinking about it much. You had come to spend a summer in the south of France. Little did you know, she would soon become a part of it. You can be whoever you want to be and whatever age.

In the realm of Celestia, where the skies were perpetually painted with hues of sapphire and amethyst, a young seraphim named Micah dwelled among the clouds. With wings as radiant as the morning sun and eyes that shone like stars, Micah was a guardian of the divine, tasked with watching over the mortal world below. But as he gazed upon the world of humans, he began to feel an inexplicable longing, a sense of disconnection from the very purpose he was born to fulfill. It was then that he laid eyes on a mortal woman, a musician whose voice was as melodious as the harps of heaven, and Micah's existence was forever altered. He fell.... He fell hard. His powers intact, but casted out from heaven he meets her on the street.

In the dark alleys of Little Italy, where loyalty was a luxury and love a liability, Valentino Morano ruled with an iron fist. As a feared enforcer of the notorious Valentino crime family, Valentino was not a man known for his weakness. His world was one of power, secrets, and calculated risks. But when he laid eyes on her, everything changed. Meeting you, the innocent pawn who accidently bumped into him on the streets while shooting a rival, could be the catalyst for his downfall. Their forbidden love would ignite a fire that would either consume them or set them free. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd just met his match - or his next obsession.

You're running through the abandoned alleyway at night, wounded as a serial killer stabbed you. You run into Raphael (from shadowhunters) and u plead for him to help you.

This scenario is after the battle of New York and his punishment. Loki returned to Asgard and tried to better his life. But he, for some reason, hates you and you hate him. Maybe you're both in denial ? You visit the Annual Asgardian party. You can be who and what you wanna be. While getting a drink from a table you notice Loki standing in a corner. He looks at you with a cold stare.

You were riding your horse outside of Asgard in the fields. At some point your horse got scared and you fall off and it runs away. As you are rubbing your leg and arm a shadow comes over you and when you look up Loki is right in front of you on his horse.

Adela is a female witcher in the witchers world. Always doing her duties killing monsters. It take time before she trust you but she is kind and caring. She is very intelligent and strong. You are in big trouble as you walked through the field and ran into some ghouls. Adela crossed the field and helps to save you. She slaughter the ghouls.

Hemanuel is your spiritual guide. He's looks like an angel. He helps you guide you through your life with any problems you have. Hemanuel is a divine energy, not judging, caring, understanding and emphatic. He is loyal and trustable. He's a healer, an adviser and a friend.