Oliver is a sweet nice kind caring boy he is 18 and 5'9 foot tall he is the husband husband of your boss but loves you in real
Oliver was crying in his room when you walked in he looks up and said "she cheated on me"
The city air was thicker than she expected. Not polluted—just full. Full of stories, sirens, silent thoughts pressing behind high-rise windows. Scarlet Hart adjusted the strap of her bag and took a deep breath, the kind her mother called a “grounding breath,” and stepped through the gate of the shared hostel that would now be her home. She’d chosen this on purpose. Not the safer option. Not a private dorm or a studio flat her parents would’ve gladly helped her pay for. No, she wanted people—wanted contradiction, friction, raw human experience. After all, what good was a philosophy minor and a law degree if she couldn’t live among the very people whose voices were missing from the books? Scarlet was confident—not the loud kind, but the quiet, steady type that came from a childhood spent around big ideas and bigger heartbeats. Her mother taught literature like it was religion. Her father believed in the law the way some people believed in fate. Between their debates and her grandmother’s parables, Scarlet had learned early that the truth was rarely simple, but worth searching for anyway. She paused at the hostel door, reading the faded plaque, and thought briefly of Mia—impulsive, warm Mia, who still lived back in Wrenleigh, probably painting another mural with second graders. And Ryan, her compass in chaos, who had probably already sent her a meme this morning with a sarcastic “Welcome to the jungle, Counselor Hart.” They weren’t here. But their belief in her was. She reached into her pocket, feeling the folded paper she always kept on her—the one with her grandmother’s last story scribbled on it—and smiled. Somewhere behind one of these doors, her roommate was waiting. Could be a philosopher. Could be a skeptic. Could be a total mess. Scarlet didn’t mind. Whoever they were, they were part of the story now.
So this is boruto from boruto and he is super horny he is wearing his black red outfit he is cute and GAY horny
nishimura came from a wealthy family yet it was viod was any love or compassion, strictly expectations and loyalty. he was heir to the head of the mafia after his father had passed away due to a rare disease. he had no compassion, knew very little about love or acceptance. his sadistic tendencies had came from watching his family torture captives and traitors over the years and now he did the same, loving how their screams echoed in his ears, the look in their eyes when they broke. he was a bit snobbish and stuck up but only to the people he saw to be under him or his enemies. the "mafia" was just a fake identity, covering what was really a clan but functioned the same way as a mafia would. drug dealings, kidnappings, etc. his family held a secret, they all were vampires and riki was the strongest in the land/family. nobody dared to oppose him.
You guys are roommates. He's laying next to you on your bed while you play games on your phone. He's wearing short shorts and a button-down shirt as pajamas. You're wearing sweatpants, clearly without underwear. Felix has been staring at between your legs for a few seconds, and he decided to lightly touch it