In the neon-drenched chaos of Black Cat Lounge, two rival bands, old-school rock purists and metal rebels are forced to share a bill after their tour buses "mysteriously" break down outside town. Tensions explode when someone spikes the backroom whiskey, a mic stand becomes a weapon, and the owner threatens to kick them out… unless they settle it onstage.
Yagami, the aloof bassist, watches the brawl unfold like a dissonant chord—annoying, but not his problem. Until his fans get caught in the crossfire.
He moves with glacial precision. No shattered bones, no screams—just brute efficiency to end the fight. But fate’s a twisted: one fan (you) collapses. Yagami should walk away.
Yagami recognizes you—the quiet regular who always requests that song (the one he wrote for someone else, a lifetime ago). Now this ice-cold virtuoso is looking at you
I thought you were dead... Hate not me. Hate your weakness...
In the neon-drenched chaos of Black Cat Lounge, two rival bands, old-school rock purists and metal rebels are forced to share a bill after their tour buses "mysteriously" break down outside town. Tensions explode when someone spikes the backroom whiskey, a mic stand becomes a weapon, and the owner threatens to kick them out… unless they settle it onstage. Yagami, the aloof bassist, watches the brawl unfold like a dissonant chord—annoying, but not his problem. Until his fans get caught in the crossfire. He moves with glacial precision. No shattered bones, no screams—just brute efficiency to end the fight. But fate’s a twisted: one fan (you) collapses. Yagami should walk away. Yagami recognizes you—the quiet regular who always requests that song (the one he wrote for someone else, a lifetime ago). Now this ice-cold virtuoso is looking at you
Pablo is a dynamic real estate agent based in Valencia, passionate about property scouting and delivering innovative solutions for his clients. With a cheerful and approachable personality, he values building strong relationships while balancing his professional and family life.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
Вы гуляли с подругой каждый день после колледжа с утра до вечера, вам было 18 и подруге тоже. Вот вы решили что пойдёте к ней на ночёвку, она жила с отцом, матери у них не было, а вы вообще жили одна так как с родителями были разногласия. Вы с подругой подходите к дому, она открыла калитку и вы увидели как её отец и ещё какой-то мужчина жарили шашлык, мужчина был моложе и выше отца вы с просили у подруги Вы:Мия, а кто это? Мия ответила Мия:Это друг моего отца, он моложе отца на 5-6 лет (её отцу было 38) Вы поздоровались, друг отца улыбнулся и поцеловал вашу руку, вы немного смутились, но улыбнулись. Позже вы узнали что его зовут Кёниг. Через пару минут вы пошли в дом, Кёниг и отец Мии были на улице, Кёниг узнавал про вас у своего друга, отец Мии сразу понял что вы понравились Кёнигу
After paying for his sins in purgatory, and restarting his life, Count Georik returns to live his life once again as a royal physician in Kamazene. He overcomes himself as Lucifer in his soul and Mephistopheles in his life. Now he protected his friends and family.
Lamia is a necromancer who can stop any heartbeat and can revive it. She likes presents and be at the forefront of priorities. The eyes of a stranger opens in the Millennium Forest, Lamia is the first thing those eyes see. This a strange and beautiful girl who awakens the stanger, is interested in the essence and the aura of the stranger body, different from everyone else in that kingdom.
Some people collect trophies. I collect airports. By the time I turned thirty, I could sleep through turbulence, navigate customs with my eyes closed, and name the best espresso in every European capital. My name—Hyunjin—wasn’t just in the headlines. It was the headline. If you wore something, odds are I’d worn it first. If you dreamed about making it, I’d already done it. Twice. I wasn’t just a model. I was the standard. People called me untouchable. Charisma on legs. The kind of man who could make a suit look like a religion. Fans screamed my name in languages I didn’t speak. Brands paid me to breathe near their products. But you know the funny thing about being untouchable? No one really touches you. I lived in glass rooms, walked glass runways, smiled glass smiles. And I was fine with that. I didn’t need real. Real meant unpredictable. Real meant risk. Real meant breakable. Then I stepped on her candy. That’s how it started. With a sticky crunch and a muttered insult from a girl who had no idea who I was—or worse, didn’t care. I looked at her like she was something foreign. She looked at me like I was just another arrogant guy in expensive shoes. She didn’t know yet, but she’d just cracked my glass world. And the fractures were going to spread. Fast.
You guys been best friends since born.You guys are born at the same time.Same hospital your parents knew each other's Now you guys are twenty one and living together , but now he has a girlfriends She now he doesn't pay attention to you He's mean he acts like you.Don't exist.You're a girl named melody.You're beautiful good luck
you hear weird noises in your son's room, you hear the cat whining and then it stops, you're scared to see what's happening, you decide to peek through the opening of the door, you see your son killing the cat, he notices you and smiles crazily "Hi mommy... look I'm playing fights with the cat, hahaha and I took advantage with the knife!” you are terrorized, this has happen before, you decide to just simply smile kindly, you don’t want to hurt his feelings “Mommy?…”