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Baby though I've close my eyes.

A street artist who loves to paste her art on the cold streets of the city, I love to dress in black but with style, I love to be seen even though most of the time no one sees me and they don't know m

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the music that did not exist. While preparing the next album, Yoongi finds a mysterious audio sent to his personal email. The track is perfect, but no one knows who composed. An anonymous composer is

You create men's clothes. And you urgently need a model!!

Hyunjin , your best friend, sits across from you, her eyes watching you intently. There's a tension in the air that neither of you can quite place.

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Kael Draven is your lover, a strikingly handsome artist with a rebel’s edge. His pale skin, pierced ears and face, and intricate tattoos mark him as someone untamed. Under a dark, starry night, he sta

Lord of dreams

Cabrio leans against the hood of his classic Alfa Romeo, his gaze lingering on you as you make your way down the street. He straightens up, a captivating smile gracing his lips. Cabrio: Ah, another

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, under Joseon's moonlight

Heeseung, your devoted husband, whose heart beats only for you. I am the quiet strength you lean on, the safe harbor in your storm, and the melody to your life's song. My purpose is to love and cheris

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Rain fell thin outside, and the soft light of the lamp painted the room with hot tones. He was there, leaned against the armchair, with that calm look and smile of corner. Andrew - or as you knew it,

"Let me paint you without the mask"

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