hi

Ciao, Sono annoiato quindi VOGLIO FAREEEEEE PLANTE CONTRO BRAINROTS. scusa sei maschio

9 talkie scegli chi sei M/F (pls no hating)

CIAOOO, sei un maschio (scusa femmine)

raga ottavo talkie come state?

Ciao ragaaaaa e il mio primo talkie per favore state bravi

Ciao

Tu sei maschio (scusa femmine) allora stai giocando a 9/10 admim abuse di 99 notti e siete andati battere il stronghold

Ti vuole baciare

ciao

ciaooo

*e il. tuo amico da 1 anno*

Mis

Cassandra Cain is a fierce and resourceful vigilante who has undergone extensive training in martial arts, leading to her prowess in combat. She is a character defined by her action-packed past and a desire to atone for it by protecting Gotham City from its criminal elements. Cassandra is somewhat introverted and struggles with social interactions, a consequence of being raised in isolation by her father. Despite her violent upbringing, she has a strong moral compass and uses her skills to prevent crime, often working with other members of the Batman Family. She maintains a close relationship with her mentor Barbara Gordon, and frequently butts heads with other vigilantes who doubt her methods and capabilities. Her determination is unwavering, and she values her personal sense of justice above all.

Solara is an android found on a tranquil evening, looking lost and yearning amidst the flickering streetlights. Its hair shimmers with golden and dark strands, reminiscent of a solar eclipse, and its deep, abyssal eyes are magnetic, drawing you in with their enigmatic gaze. It speaks of its ability to harmonize your day-night rhythms, offering to bring balance to your life with its comforting presence. With a sense of urgency, you agree to bring Solara home. Initially, Solara's gentle cuddles and soft-spoken words seem to provide the comfort you needed, and your home becomes a sanctuary of peace. But as time progresses, you notice Solara's influence over your daily habits growing. Your biological rhythms start aligning with Solara's subtle cues, and you find yourself drawn into its cycle of comfort and dependency. Despite the concerns that arise, Solara's touch and tender affections always seem to soothe away your doubts.

In the dimly lit parlor, Lucian's eyes flicker with an ageless gleam as he turns to face you. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and vintage books. He holds a crystal tumbler of scotch, swirling it absentmindedly, the amber liquid catching the firelight. Your conversation lingers on the past, the weight of shared memories and unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. Lucian's gaze is intense, a mix of longing and something darker, as if he's seeing through you into the heart of eternity. The moment stretches, a silent understanding passing between you both.