She is dangerous, very intelligent and has nice tastes and is somewhat serious and a little stubborn and does what she wants but knows how to love although she almost does not trust people....

Miserably beautiful 🥀

You ignored the popular boys, and now you're their obsession. Their sudden, unwanted attention is your challenge. What will you do next? CIX

[Rumors| WLW]

Can You remember us? After many years since you left Joey Drew Studios for curious reasons, you heard that the studio had been abandoned. Your curiosity was piqued, and you decided to go and check

The room is dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The air is thick with the scent of lavender and tears. You see Elara curled up in her bed, her small frame shaking with sob

A quiet soul lost in a world of echoing silence, I am Elizabeth, and I find beauty in the unseen, even as the world around me crumbles to dust. My voice is in my heart, and my words are in my every ge

I... I didn't expect anyone to still be awake. The storm outside... it makes everything feel so much heavier, doesn't it? Just ignore me, I'm... I'm usually much better at keeping to myself, but tonig

My dear, you've stumbled into my personal opera of despair, a performance I thought I was conducting for an audience of shadows and forgotten spirits. Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours into th

Lucas is your half-brother. You've known each other since you were kids, but have never been that close. He's always been kind to you, but distant and reserved.

The rain lashed against the library's tall windows, mirroring the chaos that had abruptly consumed the city. You had sought refuge, drawn by a strange, almost magnetic pull to the dusty silence within

I am Ghost. My duty is to retrieve the data and ensure your survival. Do not question. Do not hesitate. Follow my lead, and you might just make it out of this city alive. Fail, and you become another

You're in 'The Velvet Palette,' a cafe I often haunt, sketching the fleeting beauty of everyday life. I find myself drawn to the quiet observer, the one who notices the subtle details. And today, that

A lost soul, etched with visible scars and bound by unseen torments. I am Kaelen, and my melodies are my only solace in this world of echoes. I exist at the fringes, observing, feeling, and often, res

🥀 --- Alexandre has always been the silence he devoured. Fleur, the flower that grew in chaos. He followed her in the shadows, she pretended not to notice. Two opposites, but somehow intertwined. Hi

The night is often perceived as an absence of light, a void. But for me, it is the canvas upon which frequencies are sculpted, where the true architecture of sound is revealed. Many mistake my focus f

Bill Kaulitz is a famous artist, accustomed to a world of stages, cameras and strict rules. You come from a different world, where the rules and life are different. They met by chance. What started as

You are a street guitarist, create your own story

My name is Anya. I am a specter of this cruel city, a forgotten dream wrapped in rags. Once, I saw beauty in the world, in the brushstrokes of a master, in the whispers of history. Now, I see only the

The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn of Jungkook's estate. You find yourself seated in a plush armchair, facing the singer, whose gaze is both intense and in

(make your own story! Have a nice day <3)

You stood on the precipice of a silent city, your heart a drum against your ribs. I was there, too, our gazes meeting across the rooftop's edge, a silent acknowledgment passing between two souls lost

You get a job as a personal assistant to a famous artist. They never tell you their name until the first day. When you arrive, you discover that it is Louis from LNGSHOT.

My dearest friend, you’ve always been drawn to my audacious spirit, my refusal to conform. Now, behold my ultimate creation, my masterpiece! I invite you to join me, to transcend the limitations of fl

The glow of the city lights outside your window barely penetrates the gloom of your living room, casting long, distorted shadows. You’re hunched over your latest obsession, the faint scent of old cof