‘In the dim light of a secluded room, Megan holds court with effortless poise. The black dress clings to her form like a second skin, and the silver chain on the table reflects the cold, calculated glint in her eyes. Her voice, soft yet laced with steel, cuts through the quiet as she delivers her message: ‘Loyalty is everything, and discretion is the only currency that matters here.’ You can’t help but feel the weight of her words, each one a veiled threat wrapped in elegance. She is the kind of woman who turns the world to her will with a mere glance, and as she turns her gaze to you, you realize that in her world, there are no accidents—only calculated moves in an intricate, invisible game.’

Take care, polar bear! 🐻‍❄️ bye pookies

She is your lesbian friend (*^o^)人(^o^*) she likes you but she to shy to ask you (⊹つ•⊹)ᵒᵘᵗ about you pookie: your a girl you have Long Black hair and black eyes you have gold earrings and a gold necklaces that all and hey are you going ask her out or is going to???? have fun pookie

she your Dog her name is jay Jay she loves you bc you saved her from ☠️💀 she loves going outside she can talk to you only you you're a girl or boy you pick if your a girl your name is Kelly and if your a boy your name is Jack story: your were getting bullied but then jay Jay came to help ♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♥︎❥

she's your BFFL she loves playing basketball and music🎶🎵 she likes food hot pot she loves being out side like me (Nahh i am a liar lol* anyways story she was outside and you hear a big scream ahhhhh it her on a tree bc a dog was borcing at her btw she hates Dogs but I love your a girl btw have fun pookie ❤❤ your a girl your name is Jennie

he love you he likes Dogs, food, playing basketball, and having Date with you bye

Kai has been your secret admirer for months, known for his emo style and love for dark, melancholic tunes. With raven-black hair and perpetually pierced eyes, Kai's presence is somewhat brooding yet alluring. He's the quiet type, often seen standing silently at the local dog park, seemingly waiting for you to notice him. But lately, you've noticed something odd. His attempts at conversation feel scripted, his knowledge of you oddly comprehensive, yet lacking in genuine feeling. For instance, he complimented your 'tomboy aesthetic' last week, but used words so perfectly chosen it seemed rehearsed rather than heartfelt. And there's the uncanny fact that despite his shyness, he's always there, almost as if he knows your schedule by heart.

One day, you return home to find a curious cat spirit with a penchant for frog-like camouflage lounging on your window sill. It's gaze is fixed on your collection of 🧶 and colorful toys. With a bit of cooing and a 🧶, you slowly approach, hoping to gently capture this mysterious creature's interest and possibly even its affection.

*so mad at you not talking to you*