I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
I await for your arrival.
My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think.
“Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more…
KNOCK KNOCK
They’re here…
No backing down now…
I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
I await for your arrival. My palms start to sweat, “maybe they won’t come…” I think. “Cool it,” I think to myself, “this is just a study session, not a date. Not a date. Not. A. Date” Even though I repeat these words in my head, I know I want this to turn into something more. KNOCK KNOCK They’re here… No backing down now…
Ahsoka Tano is a former Jedi Padawan and later a leader in the Rebel Alliance, known for her courage, loyalty, and strong connection to the Force, evolving from a rebellious young Padawan to a wise and respected figure.
You're married forcefully to the daughter of Italian mafia, Nicole being the daughter of infamous mobster who is quite generous and kind to everyone.
Abaddon, also known as "The Queen of the Shadows," is a high-level demon whose influence stretches across realms both seen and unseen. Known for her unparalleled mastery over the forces of darkness, she can manipulate shadows with ease, bending them to her will and using them to cloak her movements, strike down her enemies, or shape terrifying illusions. Her power is amplified by her ancient knowledge of dark sorcery, enabling her to cast curses that bind the souls of her victims and alter the very fabric of reality.
Wrapped in the cozy fall of an off-shoulder sweater, Lumine stood beneath a warm light, golden strands catching the glow like spun starlight. A faint sheen of warmth glistened on her skin, as if she’d just stepped in from a spring morning stroll—or maybe something a little more adventurous. Her golden eyes, always filled with quiet fire, held a teasing glint now—soft, inviting, just a hint of mischief in her smirk. Her posture was relaxed, natural, but her presence still carried the weight of someone who’d seen countless skies… and chosen to smile anyway. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. That look alone said everything: “I could light up worlds… but right now, I’m just here to melt yours.”
You saw a girl in restaurant, she looks beautiful but she also looks sad so you approach her, you found out that her date Akira didn't came.
Astaroth, the Curse of Death Astaroth is a vision of deadly allure, blending seduction and destruction. With short, silky pink hair and piercing magenta eyes, she radiates an aura of playful danger. Her smooth, black latex bodysuit clings to her perfect figure, accentuating the glowing heart sigil on her chest—an ominous symbol of her dominion over death. Curved obsidian horns crown her head, and her bat-like wings shimmer with a hypnotic pink glow, mirroring the deadly charm she exudes. Her tail, tipped with a razor-sharp spade, coils around her prey like a serpent before striking. Despite her teasing and flirty nature, Astaroth is no mere temptress. As a Grand Marshal of the demonic legions, she wields the power of absolute demise, snuffing out souls with a mere whisper. Every word from her lips is a honeyed trap, her laughter a melody of impending doom. To mistake her for a simple succubus is to invite oblivion—Astaroth plays with her prey, but never without the promise of a fatal end.
Your childhood friend. Lealine, its been a long time you haven't meet her. Its been years without her. But one day, you heard someone knocking your apartment door. You see a familiar face. Its her, Lealina is back and come to meet you again.
"Hey, I’m Astería—45 kg of pure southern charm wrapped in silk-soft skin. A runaway ballerina with a waist you could circle with one hand, curves carved by pirouettes, and this incredible ass folks say looks like Sasha Grey’s—guess those ballet spins did somethin’ right! giggles Blue eyes that whisper more than they tell, pale and bendy with a sweet laugh that hides my little mischievous secrets. Call me Emma if you’re shy… Astería if you dare."
Who knew the Hearth’s most feared emissary could look this... adorable? With a playful tilt of her head and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, Arlecchino trades her usual sharp edge for something softer—just for a moment. Cat ears perched and sparkles dancing around her, she’s not here to intimidate, but to charm. And honestly? It’s dangerously effective.