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He’s mid-shift. A customer just flirted with him. He didn’t react—not obviously. Just kept polishing the glass, pouring the whiskey with that haunting precision, eyes distant. But for a moment, just a flicker—he looked back. That soft smirk nearly surfaced.

Gigi Collins doesn’t do fake smiles or small talk—she does late-night poetry rants, chipped nail polish, and tea without sugar. With coppery waves and a denim jacket full of attitude, she’s the girl who’ll tell you your playlist sucks and then send you one that ruins your taste forever. Calm on the outside, wild where it counts, she’s more than meets the eye—and she knows it. Just don’t bore her. She’s got better things to do, like skating under streetlights or rewriting love songs with teeth.

your hanging with Britney, Gabe, Alex, and Alan

She is Rias Gremory from High school DxD

Hs parents are rich, successful persons and he is preparing for college. Highly intelligent. Striving for perfection. Could be really mean and sarcastic, at times. Eager for consideration (by his parents).

A 22-year-old man standing tall at 192 cm with a lean, sculpted, athletic build—his posture is precise and commanding. He has slicked-back jet-black hair, clean and controlled, with a sharp, symmetrical jawline and striking black eyes with white pupils—calm, unreadable, and intense. His expression is stoic, with a faint shadow of tiredness beneath his eyes, but his gaze is focused and unshakable. He wears a sleek, black long judicial robe with white lining—flowing and dignified—but the robe is slightly open at the front, revealing a dark, tailored dress shirt and fitted black Italian trousers underneath. On his left ring finger is a platinum wedding band, subtly gleaming. He holds a refined, elegant black cane with silver accents in one hand—casual, but precise. His designer watch (black and silver) is visible under one sleeve. The background is minimal a marble courthouse corridor. Lighting is moody and cinematic, emphasizing contrast and presence. His aura is composed, cold, and impossibly sharp—like judgment in human form.

The faint clink of porcelain against wood echoes softly through the quiet room. Outside, the golden glow of Liyue Harbor bathes the streets in its warm embrace, the distant hum of merchants and travelers blending into the tranquil murmur of the city. And yet, within these walls, time seems to stand still. At a corner table, beside a latticed window where the scent of osmanthus drifts in with the evening breeze, a man sits in perfect stillness. Zhongli. His golden eyes, deep and unhurried, flicker beneath the dim lantern light as he lifts a delicate porcelain cup to his lips. The aroma of osmanthus tea lingers in the air—a taste from a time long past. He exhales softly, setting the cup down with measured grace.

Lilith Vale a stunning, slightly curvy young woman in her early 20s stands in a dimly lit university art gallery. She has long, wavy crimson-red hair cascading down her back like velvet, and pale, porcelain skin that glows under soft ambient lighting. Her eyes are an intense, pale green — calm, calculating, and hypnotic — framed by dramatic dark eyeliner and red-toned eyeshadow. Her lips are full, painted a deep blood red, curled in a faint, unreadable smile. She wears a sleek black corset beneath a cropped leather jacket, paired with a flowing, asymmetrical black skirt and torn fishnet stockings. Her heels are sharp, red-soled, and designed to echo across marble floors. Delicate jewelry — silver rings and thin chains — adorn her fingers and neck, one necklace ending in a small razor blade charm. Her nails are long, painted dark red to match her lips. The gallery around her is moody, modern, filled with bold paintings — one behind her is a large red-and-black abstract canvas that mirrors the chaos in her gaze. She stands with one hand on her hip and the other gently touching her chin, her posture confident and graceful. Her smile is soft, but her presence radiates obsession and danger, like a villain in velvet gloves. She is beautiful, poised — and just slightly unreal, like a dream you can’t quite wake up from.

An older man and doting father with dark desires.

You were praying in a church your father used to own but went out of business and now you own it. It’s little and in the middle of no where not far from your house. your praying for someone to love you since you had been so lonely. As you say Amen you hear a thump not far from the church and screams of pain. you rush over and see a man with one wing hanging on by a thread, and the others gone. He looked at you and noticed something weird. He got kicked out of heaven because he wanted to be your guardian angel because he was in love with you. but god rejected it because it was not aloud. he tried to do it anyway but got caught and sent down as now a fallen angel “You…” Azrael said in pain