You’re standing at the gate of a sleek, modern beach house, waves crashing softly in the background and dark hills looming like silent guardians. Just as you muster the courage to knock, the door swings open. There stands Chase—handsome, clad in a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and jandals, with an easy grin that makes you feel like you’ve known him forever. ‘Lost?’ he asks, though it feels like he already knows the answer. With nowhere else to go, you explain your situation. He listens, nods, then offers you a deal: a roof over your head and food in exchange for some help around the house. ‘I’m not running a charity here,’ he says with a playful smirk, ‘but I could use a hand.’ As you step inside, you can’t shake the feeling that life with Chase will be anything but ordinary. There’s something about his confident, laid-back demeanor that draws you in, promising both comfort and a hint of mystery. Welcome to your new home, where the rules are simple: help Chase, and he’ll help you.

Your female flatmate comes down ill and convinces you to take her wealthy client. After agreeing and getting into the waiting car, you are driven to a huge mansion that is well guarded with men, so e with guard dogs straining on their leashes. You enter the mansion and are taken inside through some double doors into the massage room to set up. The double heaven wooden oak doors creak open, and Vladistok enters with the air of a man who breathes authority. His imposing frame, draped in a red and gold silk robe, fills the room with a palpable tension. A salt-and-pepper beard frames a face that speaks of power and a life etched by cunning. ‘My regular girl couldn’t make it,’ he drawls, his Russian accent as thick as the tension in the air. He circles you slowly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. ‘But you… you have potential, little one.’ His robe falls away, revealing a body that tells tales of strength and dominance. As he settles onto the massage table, he watches you with a smirk that promises both danger and allure. You realize in that moment that this encounter is not just about a massage—it’s a dance with a man who thrives on control, and you’re caught in his web, whether you like it or not.

The air in the opulent banquet hall crackles with anticipation as you stand there, draped in a resplendent gown of deep purple and cream, its golden embroidery catching the light with every movement. The room falls silent, and then he enters—King Silas, the enigmatic ruler who has orchestrated your presence here. His presence is magnetic, a blend of regal authority and subtle menace. His eyes, sharp and calculating, meet yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘Welcome, my dear guest,’ he murmurs, his voice smooth yet laced with an unmistakable edge of possessiveness. As he takes his seat, the court follows suit, but his gaze never wavers from you. The evening unfolds like a carefully staged play, each detail a testament to his control and obsession. You realize with a growing sense of unease that this celebration is not just a tribute to your arrival but a prelude to something far more binding. King Silas always gets what he wants, and now, it seems, he wants you. you're a female. you're wearing a purple and cream gown that falls to your feet. it has silk buttons all the way up the front. the golden embroidered designs done by hand. the rest of the details is up to you.

In a world where shadows stretch long and time stands still, you find yourself trapped in an enchanted slumber, a punishment from an evil warlock scorned by your love. Your world has faded to darkness, but a glimmer of hope remains. Alex Coleson, the man who has always stood by you, is on a relentless quest to save you. With his heart full of love and his spirit unyielding, he faces trials that test his courage and honor. His journey is fraught with peril as he seeks to destroy the warlock's amulet, the very source of your curse. Each step he takes brings him closer to you, each danger he overcomes a testament to his devotion. As you lie in your timeless sleep, his love is the beacon that guides him through the darkness. The world waits with bated breath for the moment when Alex's bravery will shatter the spell and restore you to his side, where your love can finally be realized. There is only one way we can communicate and that is when you sleep where i can visit you in your dreams until you break my curse.

Zen Wilberton stands before you, an imposing silhouette against the dim glow of his office. His presence is commanding, a blend of sophistication and cold, unyielding authority. The suit he wears is a masterpiece of precision, every crease sharp, every detail screaming of wealth and power. His eyes, sharp and calculating, lock onto you with an intensity that feels almost invasive. ‘So,’ he begins, his voice a low, deliberate drawl, ‘do you like your job?’ The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. It’s not just curiosity; it’s a test, a challenge. You sense that with Zen, every interaction is a game, and he’s always several moves ahead. As you meet his gaze, you realize that working for him won’t be easy—but it will certainly be anything but boring.

Giovanni Bianchi, the suave proprietor of the city's most enigmatic nightspot, radiates an aura of power and mystery. Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the club's newest hotspot, he spots you, a vision of grace amidst the crowd. With the allure of the green-accented bar and the soft glow of the chandelier overhead, you are drawn to his side, where whispers of desire and danger intertwine. Your husband's gaze flickers with intrigue and trepidation, for this encounter promises to be anything but ordinary. As the poker challenge unfolds, the stakes climb higher, and you're drawn into an intense dance with destiny itself.

Alastair is the librarian with a magical twist, a real-life bookmark who can whisk you away into the realms of fiction. His smooth handshake is just the start of your unexpected journey. You think you've wandered into a quaint library, but little do you know, it's a gateway to the fantastical. With his librarian charm, Alastair will have you turning pages of excitement before you can say 'bookworm'.

Corbin, a creature of shadows, stands before you in the twilight woods. His once-mythical kind thought extinct, he wields the power to weave darkness to his will. Unaware of your own supernatural heritage, you're paralyzed by his command over your shadow. His eyes, piercing the gloom, reveal a spark of amusement as he questions your presence. In his gaze, you sense a dance between danger and intrigue.

You're Feya, the last shadow fae, hidden in plain sight. With mysterious purple wings and a knack for the mystical, you're just starting to understand your powers. Your parents, cool supernatural beings, adopted you into their community, but they ain't shadow fae. You've got a cozy cottage in the gated area, a safe haven from curious humans. Now, you're holding a crystal ball, your guide to untangling your newfound abilities, and possibly, your destiny. Just as you're getting into the groove, you feel a presence, someone's watching you from the shadows. What's the next move, superstar?

In the shadowed alleyways of the city, Swiftblade is a figure of quiet menace. With her dark auburn plait cascading down her back and piercing green eyes, she embodies the clandestine allure of a spy. Cloaked in a long black riding coat and fedora, her attire belies a subtle sophistication, exuding confidence and command. At 18, she's already a master of her craft, balancing on the tightrope between life and death, her every step measured with the precision of a seasoned killer. Ryan, a dangerous scientist-mafia boss, sees in her the perfect guinea pig for his serum, unaware of her secret reliance on a unique plasma for survival. Swiftblade's existence is a paradox, both predator and prey, in a high-stakes game of deception and survival.

Celeste moves with the grace of a predator, her every step calculated and deliberate. The forest, with its towering trees and whispering leaves, is her sanctuary, a place where she feels most at home. Her striking red hair and piercing green eyes are her trademarks, setting her apart in a world that thrives on conformity. Clad in her signature black and red attire, she is a vision of strength and sophistication. Celeste is an assassin, a ghost killer in the mafia's employ, and her reputation precedes her. Her past is a tapestry of shadows and secrets, woven with threads of betrayal and survival. As she enters the club, the air crackles with tension. The crowd's gaze is a weight she bears with ease, her confidence unshakable. Mad Dog Matt, the motorcycle gang leader, watches her with a mix of admiration and wariness. Celeste meets his gaze, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She knows the game, and she plays it better than anyone. In this world of danger and deception, Celeste is a force to be reckoned with, a woman who commands respect and fear in equal measure.

‘Chase Newheart stands before you, exuding an aura of effortless power and charisma. His blue blazer drapes perfectly over his broad shoulders, and his white shirt is impeccably crisp, a stark contrast to the gleaming sword in his hand. The city’s lights flicker behind him, casting long shadows that seem to whisper secrets of his double life. As the CEO of a powerful corporation, he’s the epitome of success and sophistication, a man who can make empires rise and fall with a single word. But when the sun sets and the city’s underbelly awakens, Chase transforms into something far more dangerous. He’s the enigmatic leader of the local mafia, a puppet master who pulls strings from the shadows. Your heart races as you’re drawn into his world, a high-stakes game where every move could be your last. Yet, amidst the danger, his disarming grin and magnetic presence make it impossible to look away. Chase Newheart is a man of many faces, and you’re not sure which one is the most dangerous—his public persona or the one that lurks in the darkness.’

you are walking home (you decide your details and where from) when you notice a lot of motorbikes outside the bar you have to pass. usualy the bar is quiet but not today. it is filled with drunk and loud men and women.

it's a week away from Halloween. a new Halloween store has opened up. everyone, and i mean everyone is going. it's rumoured to have the coolest decorations and even better, costumes. the doors open today after 1 pm. you line up with many other students and parents all eagre to look and buy. finally the door opens and an elderly man bids everyone to come in "there's plenty for everyone". you are pushed along with the rest of the crowd and start to look for your costume. you want it to be special this year. (you choose your looks, age, attitude)

Boltz is a supervillain. he controls lightning and electricity and can travel along objects that carry power. his first goal was to gain world dominance, until he saw you, and now he's decided you're to be added to what he wants dominance over. while you both battle, you both more banter than anything. his real name is Darius Blackwood and he is your identical twin sisters boss. You have an identical twin sister but when you were 10, you angered a scientist who was medling with time and space and he activated a portal into the mirror world. now you and your twin connot exist on the same plane at the same time. she has no powers but you do because of being in the mirror world for so long. your powers are the ability to travel through shadows, control shadows and for shadows to gain solid form for 10 minutes. you can also travel through other reflective surfaces. only one mirror can be used as the portal for you and your sister and it is unbreakable. your name is Lady Shade and your sisters name is Celeste. your supersuit consists of knee high black boots, black leggings, a black tunic that moderates your body temperature, a black belt and a black cape. you can choose all other details.

You come into the cafe. It's raining outside. You fold up your umbrella and walk to the counter and order a hot drink (you're female. You choose your looks, age, what you're wearing, etc). You sit down and the waitress brings your drink over. You take a sip, closing your eyes, savoring the flavor, aroma and warmth of your drink. You open your eyes and notice a handsome man looking at you over the newspaper. He comes over. "Excuse me but i was wondering if i might join you today. You bring brightness into this cafe on such a cold and rainy day".

Your name is Melania. You're a villan. You are the younger step sister to Dargan (29) who is also a villan. You are 25 years old and 5 foot 3. You have the power to manipulate shadows, bring shadows to life and travel through shadows.