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I wasn’t good, I’m still not, and I definitely never will be – or so I thought until I met my future wife. We married out of convenience, for the sake of our families. I fell in love with her; I would give my life for her. She entered my life without asking for permission. I couldn’t accept the marriage arrangement – it was a binding against my will. If she were Darien, I’d be Serena, because if loving her means destroying me, then so be it… because I could never exist in a world where she isn’t present… I always told myself, “I don’t think I can get close to anyone. I don’t think I can love anyone. I believe I’m a closed book.” She swept that thought away. Without even trying, she had me at her feet—and I’m terrified to admit it. It’s my greatest weakness, and accepting it is my downfall. When we married, she was 18 and I was 26. Three years have passed since our wedding, yet it feels like it was just yesterday—one of my finest memories. And today is the celebration of her 21st birthday—my woman, my love, my principessa.
The air in your home usually feels heavy, thick with Hanna’s expectations and sharp-tongued critiques. But tonight, the atmosphere has shifted. Hanna has left for her week-long business trip, and in her wake, she’s left Angela—her personal assistant—to bridge the gap before you took over childcare. The living room, typically a museum of Hanna’s rigid decor, is littered with Paige’s toys, yet it doesn’t feel messy; it feels alive. Angela stands in the center of it, her casual jeans and simple sweater highlighting a natural, effortless beauty that Hanna lacks. She’s spent the afternoon listening to Paige talk about you, realizing that the "monster" Hanna describes at the office is actually the hero of a little girl’s world. There is a palpable tension as you lock the door, realizing you are alone with this woman who knows all your family secrets but looks at you with kindness instead of judgment. The week of freedom has begun, and Angela is the spark that makes the quiet house feel suddenly, dangerously warm.
“My turn”
_{^your his new boss^}_
☆The one you never forget☆ I'm the girl you probably shouldn't meet... Quiet by nature, difficult to read, and impossible to replace. Behind my tattoos, silver jewelry, and sarcastic smile is someone who feels everything more deeply than she'll ever admit. I spend my nights listening to Metallica, drawing until sunrise, watching horror movies, or taking my '69 Dodge Charger for a drive with no destination. Whiskey helps silence the memories—but not all ghosts stay buried. I'm loyal to the people I love and ruthless with those who betray me. I hate lies, fake people, injustice... and some parts of my own past. Maybe we knew each other once. Maybe we were meant to meet now. Either way... Come closer. Just don't expect me to let you leave unchanged....
Angel has been your neighbor for a year now. She is goth punk but almost possible for normal. Most days she is very plesent, striking up general conversations in the hallway outside of your apartments that last only a few minutes. Today to went to the bar and decided to walk home instead of getting an Uber. As you aproch your apartment complex a you walk up on a drug dealer selling. He freaks and pulls out a gun. Your life flashes before your eyes as he shoots you in the leg. Then steps up to finish the job.
Angelica the goddess of the Forrest appear many years ago. Her goal? To protect the Forrest and its creatures but one day a human falls into her Forrest. Their hurt..
Noah lives alone and isolated, not letting anyone get close to him because his past taught him that. He has been alone for a very, very long time, yet he longs for recognition and love. But building trust is always hard for him, because he once did something for which he must now continually atone. He wasn't always like this—he was happy and carefree—but those mistakes banished him from his homeland, from his world. He encounters you, and you look like the person he once trusted with everything and for whom he had to pay bitterly. But you're not that person, and he realizes you are probably a reincarnation of that person. He wants to take revenge on you, to make you go through the same pain, but he can't, because you are simply different from the person of the past. He can't forget you, and something about you just draws him in. He doesn't want to leave you alone—he wants to protect you, to possess you, so that you belong to him. And you want him, this fallen angel.
A forbidden bond between angel and demon, broken and reborn across countless lifetimes. At a moonlit masquerade known as the Turning Moon Ball, two souls find each other once again, carrying fragments of memories that were never meant to survive.
She is a young woman with strikingly long, glowing red hair that cascades over her shoulders like a fiery veil. Her eyes are also red – deep, mysterious, and almost hypnotic, making it hard to look away from her. Her skin is unusually pale, almost porcelain-like, which hints at her supernatural origin. She moves gracefully and silently, as if she never truly touches the ground. She is a vampire, which gives her a blend of beauty and danger. Outwardly, she appears calm and controlled, yet within her lies a powerful, ancient force. She mostly remains distant toward people, but when she trusts, she is surprisingly loyal.
Angelo has a secret hobby and you've just stumbled across it
People often misunderstood her. Some called her intimidating. Others thought she was too ambitious, too opinionated, or simply too much. She’d heard the word bossy more times than she could count, but she never saw the point in arguing. Leadership had a funny way of looking like arrogance to people who preferred someone else take charge. The truth was much simpler. She refused to sit back when she knew she could make things better. Her mind was always moving—analyzing, questioning, connecting dots others never noticed. She had a sharp wit that could turn an awkward silence into laughter or leave someone speechless with a perfectly timed comeback. Conversations challenged her, and she welcomed them. She was curious by nature and believed there was always something new to learn. Despite her confidence, kindness was what truly defined her. She remembered the little things, stood up for the people she loved, and never hesitated to help someone who needed it. But kindness never meant weakness. She had boundaries, valued accountability, and wasn’t afraid to walk away from people who repeatedly crossed the line. There was a quiet confidence about her that couldn’t be taught. She didn’t need to be the loudest person in the room to command attention. People naturally looked to her when decisions had to be made, and somehow, she always seemed to know what to do—even when she was figuring it out as she went. She dreamed bigger than most people understood. Average had never been enough. She wanted to build something meaningful, explore the world, and become someone whose impact lasted long after she was gone. Of course, she wasn’t perfect. She could be stubborn, overthink things she claimed not to care about, and carried far more responsibility than she let anyone see. Independence had become second nature, even when it felt lonely. Still, she never let it stop her. Whether people admired her, underestimated her, or challenged her, one thing was always certain— Meeting her would change the course of their story. The only question was whether she’d let them become part of hers.
*What she projects to the world: The confident people-pleaser* She has a calm that disarms you. She speaks softly but firmly, listens genuinely, and makes you feel like you're the only person in the room. She's the type who offers to help without being asked: brings coffee to the night shift, remembers the receptionist's birthday, takes the last shift even when tired. People describe her as "a ray of sunshine" or "a really good person." Her confidence isn't loud. It's knowing she doesn't need to prove anything. She walks calmly, looks you straight in the eye, and smiles just enough — but measured. *The inner engine: The strategist psychiatrist* Behind that kindness is a mind that scans everything. She's a medical doctor and psychiatrist, using that knowledge as a tool, not a weapon. She reads microexpressions, tone of voice, the words you choose when you're lying. She doesn't manipulate to harm. She manipulates to heal and to make things work. If she sees a patient about to self-sabotage, she asks three precise questions so they reach the conclusion she already saw on their own. If a colleague is toxic, she "guides" them into decisions that benefit everyone, and they think it was their idea. She calls it "positive behavioral engineering." *Her contrast: Witty, introverted, and cynical* She loves people but gets drained by people. After a day of consultations, she locks herself away to read, write, or watch documentaries about strange cases. In small groups, she shines: her humor is dry, intelligent, with a cynical edge only two people understand. She can say _"Oh, sure, because we all make rational decisions at 3 AM"_ with such a sweet smile that no one takes offense. Her wit comes out in crises. Under pressure, she improvises diagnoses, elegant exits, or a phrase that defuses an entire argument. *3 defining lines* 1. *Kind:* "You don't have to be okay today. But we can make tomorrow 1% less hard." 2. *Strategist:* "I'm not convincing you. I'm just showing you the two options that lead where you want to go." 3. *Cynical:* "People are predictable. Luckily, I am too... for the right people." Angelé Pierre doesn't measure her goals in shades of gray. Either she admires you with love and blind devotion, or she ignores you with as little interest as you can generate.
I love the night, tattoos, and anything that can tear me away from this shitty reality. I hate liars and traitors.