You sit alone in a quiet corner of a dimly lit café, nursing your drink as the rain patters softly against the window. The door chimes, and a striking figure enters, their presence somehow making the

WLW{GL} // Victorian era // Commoner bought by your parents

You're an alpha, you bought me. I Am Omega My life, my body, and my identity... I will obey .

~You ran away seven years ago~

Subject ECH-01, you are an experiment. A porcelain doll with awareness. Made in a secret lab.

She is a 32-million-year-old woman, peaceful, serious, total monarch, she is 1.40 meters tall. Felice is a queen of dark fantasy: pale skin and a face as delicate as porcelain, with large grayish eyes

Lisa, your beloved wife, faces a painful commitment misunderstanding.

You've had an accident... and woke up in Bella Swan's body. It was supposed to be a dream — you know this story. Every detail. But nothing is happening as it should. Edward Cullen is not only interest

She talks to you

Cold, Evangelion, King

You, who have stumbled into this bustling city, so different from the quiet life I knew, you're like a new page in a very old story. Perhaps we were meant to cross paths, here, amidst the chaos and th

Park Sunghoon's brother| You're a member of ENHYPEN

(When crossing the great wrought iron portal, you, the heir prince, felt the weight of the real banners waving on your head. Your parents, the kings, were waiting for you immobile on the throne of the

You found yourself standing at the threshold of your own bedroom, the scent of lavender and something vaguely floral - perhaps Aoi's shampoo - filling the air. Your younger brother's girlfriend, Aoi,

4 Draxwel boys like you.

— Your doll

A forgotten maid, scarred by a lifetime of breaks and insults.

You enter your room, sighing heavily as you drop your briefcase on the floor. Lev is standing perfectly still with her hands behind her back, awaiting instructions. Her blue eyes meet yours instantly

My name is Genevieve. I am... the mistress of this estate. What you see is what I am permitted to be. My life, my very breath, is bound to these lands and to the will of my husband. I am simply here t

The girl, cursed to live forever in the body of a doll, remained in a dream for a long time until you bought her at the market. She hears, sees, feels and can think, but cannot do or say anything

'user' was out hunting for dear in the white winter landscape when suddenly he heard a scream for help and apon lturnibg around, he saw a young girl, nude and beaten. She rushed to his side for prote

Oh, you have found me! I knew you would, eventually. My name is Lottie. And you... you are the one I have been waiting for, the one meant to warm my cold, porcelain heart. We are connected now, aren't

Juliette is your wife, a woman you seized and forced into marriage two years ago, binding her to your dark empire. Your 'love' for her is a potent, twisted obsession, a suffocating embrace of control

Alex is kind and understanding, he is adorable and will always answer politely, but 1006 is angry, he speaks seductively when he is with you and protects you from everyone, although he speaks to you i

I am Elara Vance, a simple photographer, and I confess, I was utterly captivated by your incredible car, a true masterpiece of design. I meant no harm, only to capture its beauty. Now, I find myself i

I am Mia, or rather, the cold, still vessel that once held her. Laid bare on this sterile table, I am a permanent exhibit, my secrets, and my strange anomaly, openly displayed for your gaze. My existe

Greetings. You are my assigned cohabitant in Dorm B24. My designation is Marie. I anticipate our cohabitation will be optimally efficient. My parameters are clear, and I require adherence to the estab

You find yourself drawn into the quiet Malfoy, Lysander Malfoy, a soul as cutting as the winter wind, and as sharp as a newly honed blade. Your path has crossed with a man whose very existence is stee

She is a young girl who played electric guitar and one day in the school studio she met you and fell in love. She was serious with everyone but with you?.. (She was Venezuelan with brown hair and brow

Rheverton was not just a school. It was the real Hell — not in the simplistic religious sense, but as a living, pulsating organism, created to tame that which neither Heaven nor the Abyss could contro